Hope it was a Happy Thanksgiving!

DH spent the week hunting with his dad and grandpa, but I stayed home and spent Thanksgiving at my parents' with my brothers, grandmother and my cousin (who I'm proud to say is a US Marine and very happy to say just returned from Afghanistan). I'm thankful for them all!

The boys didn't get too rowdy, although the mischievous look would indicate otherwise. (Yep, Dad is shortest and baby bro is tallest at 6'-8"!)









Turkey, already sliced, baby bro's garlicky mashed potatoes and my broccoli & tomato salad. The dark stuff in the lower right corner is the crunchy topping on the sweet potato casserole my grandmother made.








Green beans & corn, dressing (my mom won't put it in the turkey), ham already sliced, rice for my SC born-and-raised grandmother and gravy still simmering.









I forgot to take photos of the desserts, but along with my classic cheesecake was an apple & cranberry pie with crumbly oatmeal topping that baby bro made. He's an actual pro. chef, so we take his desserts pretty seriously.

Make it a great week!

dazeychic

2 more months of Wardrobe Refashion!

I pledge that I shall abstain from the purchase of "new" manufactured items of clothing, for the period of 2 months. I pledge that I shall refashion, renovate, recycle pre-loved items for myself with my own hands in fabric, yarn or other medium for the term of my contract. I pledge that I will share the love and post a photo of my refashioned, renovated, recycled, crafted or created item of clothing on the Wardrobe Refashion blog, so that others may share the joy that thy thriftiness brings!

Cydney

Twelve (warning, sappy & cheesy)

We met and became friends in Architecture school at Virginia Tech* in the fall of 1997. I think everyone else in our group of friends figured out, long before either of us, that we felt anything other than friendship for each other. There was a party, the night after Halloween, and one of our friends suggested we get in touch with the other about going... it seemed everyone else had parents in town visiting or something. Am I drawing a clear enough picture of how clueless we both must've seemed at the time?

The rest, as they say, is history. We're the best of friends and each others' favorite person. We've been there for each other through school projects, critiques, big ideas, the loss of loved-ones, family drama, job interviews and job losses. We work well as a team on house projects, road trips and hiking/camping/outdoor adventures.

Yesterday DH and I celebrated the 12th anniversary of our first date. We agreed, over dinner at our favorite Irish Pub, that it is hard to believe it has already been twelve years and hard to believe it has only been twelve years.


The morning after our wedding in 2003.







This past summer, 2009.

Is it redundant, at this point, to say that I love him with all my heart?



*architecture students only have time to get to know other architecture students, anyway