Posts Tagged ‘Sometimes I’m a Little Crazy’
Tiny Bubbles
Ladies and gentleman (but let’s be honest, very few males read this blog), you should know already that I’m completely obsessed with lip gloss.
I’ve previously written about my obsession with keeping empty lip gloss tubes just cause I can’t bare to part with my favs when they’re gone, and I’ve also shared a pic of my ridiculously full drawer of lip glosses in every color, flavor and brand.
It’s taken my well into my 20s to find the perfect lip gloss – but I HANDS DOWN recommend Victoria’s Secret Beauty Rush gloss. It wins in flavor, sparkle, color, consistency and price. A few of my favorite go-to flavors that I purchase over and over are Cupquake, Strawberry Fizz, Mocktail Hour and Slice of Heaven.
BUT, recently a friend of mine pulled out of her bag a Beauty Rush flavor I hadn’t seen before – Tiny Bubbles! It’s the most amazing, high sparkle glossy pink gloss that makes my knees weak and my heart swoon. Turns out it was a limited edition only around for Christmas, so I did what any lip gloss obsessed girl would do – I found that shiz on eBay and bought six back-up tubes! Natch.
You can too, if you’re so inclined – it’s even cheaper than the price of tubes in the stores! Tell me, if you’re a lip gloss lover – what’s YOUR favorite brand? Lord knows, I could use another tube.
Currently Feeling: Kinda restless lately… ugh.
Currently Anticipating: Sushi dinner tomorrow at a place I’ve never been! Love new sushi restaurants.
Currently Loving: The new Survivor: Redemption Island season – anyone watching?!
I need a luluvention
Confession time.
I am unfathomably and incomprehensibly addicted to lululemon athletica.
I need an intervention! No, I’m serious. I’m not just being facetious.
I mean, I love that I’m free and clear to spend my money and time in any way I want, but I’m thinking that I should get knocked up just so I’ll have to spend my money on something else besides lululemon.
It started back in October when I received some good accolades at work. So I decided to “treat myself.” At that point, I’d been going to hot yoga classes for five months and sitting next to EVERYONE in their head-to-toe yoga clothes with that little tiny lululemon circle on their sides, back and butts. I’d been avoiding stepping foot in a store because of the price point and scoffed, “$100! Why would you need to spend $100 on a pair of yoga pants when you can get ones just as good for $30 at Target. Psshhhh.”
Yeah, okay. I strand corrected. They’re worth every penny of $100, and no, you cannot find pants like them at Target for $30.
Oh the thumbholes! And the brushed Luon! Oh fit! Comfort! Oh Stride jacket and Groove pant! You’re all going to be the death of my bank account.
There is nothing in the world like their Groove pant – it doesn’t sag, it holds all your lady bits in and makes you look more fit (I swear), and it’s oh so comfy. And if you want to purchase a zip-up hoodie you’ll never want to take off, buy a Stride jacket in brushed Luon immediately.
When I become fixated on something – I take fixation to a whole new level. Since October I’ve purchased two pairs of Groove pants, one pair of Wunder Under crops, one pair of Groove shorts, two Stride jackets, one Swell jacket, two Scuba hoodies, five yoga tanks and one jump rope. (Uh, for my suitcase?) In December, I actually drove an hour and a half south of Seattle, by myself on a Sunday, just to go to the lululemon outlet store. By.my.self. Now I’ve started searching eBay for “limited edition lululemon sweatshirt” cause some people sell styles that aren’t available anymore. VINTAGE lulu!!
The worst (or perhaps best) part about it is that I’ve realized now that working at a tech startup means I don’t actually have to get dressed and fancy every day. I work with boys. Who wear T-shirts and tennis shoes every day. So I started just to wear my yoga clothes to work since it saves me a step when going to pilates at lunch or rushing to yoga after work.
So obviously now I need an ENTIRE yoga (cough lululemon cough) wardrobe, so I don’t wear the same thing to work every day.
Ahh! Cut me off!
I’m going to be the little ole lady who lived in her lululemon!
Currently Feeling: Tired and “off” this week – is it a full moon? Am I getting sick again? Is it the weather? Hmm…
Currently Anticipating: Celebrating with MOST of all the people I love in my life on Saturday. I love birthdays!!
Currently Loving: Smartfood popcorn! I never buy the stuff cause I read somewhere it’s actually pretty bad (think it’s chocked full of trans fat). However, a friend bought it when she stayed with me last weekend and left it here. Damn. Forgot how GOOD that shiz is.
Here is where I serenade you and offer up a BIG giveaway
Last week, I was given the opportunity to host a Wrapped in Goodness party courtesy of Lean Pockets, which means I was sent a HUGE ass box stocked with Snuggies for my guests, a questions party game, coupons for free boxes of Lean Pockets’ new Culinary Creations, and $100 for additional food and wine. (That was my disclosure part). What ensued was 12 goodnesses wrapped in a party… And yes, I did really make all my guests pose with their chosen number of snacks while I sang probably the crappiest version ever of The 12 Days of Christmas, using a YouTube karaoke video. Oh the laughter! Sometimes I wonder if my life is real.
What I’m giving YOU, lovely friends and readers for suffering through my high pitched craziness is a chance to win an entire YEAR’S supply (183 coupons) of Lean Pockets. Heyo! All you have to do is leave a comment here telling me your favorite Christmas song (Here’s hoping it’s my awesome rendition of the 12 Days of Christmas). For an extra entry, you can head over to the LP Facebook page and like it, and let me know here. AND, if you Tweet about it, tag me @jeannabarrett and use the hashtag #goodnessparty & #giveaway, and I’ll throw an extra entry in there. I’ll choose the winners at random by Friday at 5 p.m. and announce by Monday! Good luck!
Currently Feeling: Tired from staying up till 2:30am to knock out that video. Once I get my mind on something, I can’t stop.
Currently Anticipating: Girl Power Hour’s Cocktail Holiday party on Thursday!
Currently Loving: That I can wear yoga clothes to work every day. Love my job.
Pretty new blog design
I’m counting this as my NaBloPoMo post today – mostly because I’ve spent probably 24 hours total or more on this new blog design this weekend. I know I change blog designs more than Kate Hudson changes boyfriends, but I felt the extreme need for something a bit more… light. Less emphasis on the black and hot pink – so click through from your readers to check out all my hard work with your own beautiful two eyes!
If you’re curious, here’s how I did it:
Free Cupcake WordPress template from SimplyWP.net
Peacock feather and colorful ornate decoration images from iStock.com
Crown blog bling from Google Images
Angel Tears and Cursive Handwriting Tryout fonts from FontFreak.com (the only font Web site I use)
Cute (and free!) blog images from ShabbyBlogs.com
Scribble social media icon set – with instructions to make your own
Lots and lots of Googling for WordPress help since I’m self taught and don’t know what I’m doing half the time
And – voila! A totally free new site design. All it took was two full days, holed up in my room, geeking out.
Currently Feeling: Proud I’ve officially made it two whole weeks through NaBloPoMo. I’ve had a few rough patches (blogging when getting home after four glasses of wine), but all in all, it’s been awesome to get back into writing!
Currently Anticipating: A full week – and getting over the speaking on a panel hump that’s looming over my head until Thursday’s over.
Currently Loving: Fires and home-cooked meals at my parents’ house.
30 Days
Hello June.
I’m starting you out by doing a challenge because, well, sometimes I’m a little crazy, but mostly I like to consistently challenge myself. So, I will be giving up my most beloved Sassy Fit for just one month to embark on finding my inner yogi.
A local yoga studio in Seattle, Urban Yoga Spa, is doing a 30-day yoga challenge in June. Basically, you can sign up to commit to three different levels. Level one is 20 days of yoga in June. Level two is 30 days. And level three is 30 days AND declaring one thing to give up during the challenge.
I’m going big or going home – level three all the way baby!
SO, I Jeanna Barrett, do hereby declare to give up…
CONSUMERISM
for the month of June.
Here’s the deal – I buy stuff. A lot of stuff. Like ice cream makers, and onion savers. And magazines. And eyeshadows, lip glosses and nail polish. Dresses to go out in, new leggings and boots, big earrings and dozens of bangles. Actually, more clothing, accessories and shoes than you could possibly imagine. I buy new furniture, water bottles, paintings, games, books, smelly soaps and wine glasses. I buy fancy candles, frames for my desk, Orchid plants…any little trinket “they” (people out to get me) put near the checkout stands. Sometimes when I’m bored, I’ll go to Ross or Target and just look for stuff to buy. Stuff, stuff, stuff.
Quite frankly, it’s embarrassing.
I thought about giving up consumerism for Lent. That never happened for one reason or the other. I continued to buy – then just before I received word on the yoga challenge, I read this post on Dooce.com about a woman who drew pictures of all the things she bought, every day, and posted them to her blog (eventually creating a book). A record in over consumption, I suppose.
Boy do I over consume.
So I’m detoxing – my wallet and my mind.
Today I’ve already saved:
- $12.95 on a Jack Johnson CD I thought I had to buy at Starbucks this morning (But I didn’t!)
- $48 + shipping on a pair of Tom’s I still feel like I can’t live without (God dammit they’re cute!)
That’s roughly ~ $70 richer. Seventy dollars that I’m transferring over to my savings. This is going to add up quick.
And tonight’s my first (hot-ish) Power Vinyasa class.
Wish me luck.
(And join me if you want!! Even if you’re a day or two late… leave a comment letting me know you’re on board, and I’ll create a little badge for your blog.)
Currently Feeling:A little nervous for my first class tonight – a Power Vinyasa to current pop and rock-n-roll music. I’m easing myself into HOT yoga (this one is at 95 degrees).
Currently Anticipating: Gathering all the photos from this weekend to share with you – SO much crazy fun.
Currently Loving: My new yoga bag that carries that mat on the bottom (hey – I bought it yesterday BEFORE June 1!)
I’m letting the Crazy Cat Lady out of the bag
I own a quirky little cat – she has tons of personality, she’s a little sassy and a little craaazy at times, but she can also be oh-so-sweet and is absolutely adorable. I think the Cat God gifted me with a mini cat version of myself. Kinda like how your mom says, “Just wait until you have a kid just like you some day!” Well, I had a cat. For those of you who haven’t read since I purchased her in 2006, her name is Stella (middle name Artois). I also refer to her as:
- Stell-belle (or Bella-Stelle)
- Bella
- Stella kitty
- Pretty girl
- Squishy face
- Lover kitty
- Trouble maker (when she does something bad)
- Little biatch (when she does something really bad)
- Needy-little-thing (when she follows me everywhere and meows)
- Princess kitty
- Baby-baby
- Fluffy butt
- Sweet girl
I think that might be it; do you officially think I’m a crazy cat lady?! If you don’t… read on. Anyway, I don’t know that I’ve ever loved something as much as I love her. I think owning a pet is a really life-altering experience, whether you’re a dog person or cat person, or like ferrets. To me, this is only the tip of the obsession iceberg with how I’ll probably feel some day when I have kids. (Scary). Some of the things she does that are super cute and quirky are:
- She makes Wookie sounds – that’s right; I just made a Star Wars reference. But it’s sooo funny. Every time you scare her, or bump or, or gently push her with your foot, she’ll make a purring Wookie sound.
- She follows me everywhere. If I’m in the kitchen cooking, she’s watching me on the kitchen floor. If I’m watching TV, she’ll plant herself on the couch cushions above me. If I’m in bed, she’s at the foot of it, or on top of the pillows above my head.
- Every time I take a shower, she stands outside and “talks” to me. Like she can’t believe I left her alone for 10 minutes, somewhere that she can’t be right next to me. She does the same thing when I’m out on my patio with the screen door or slider closed.
- She hides her eyes when she sleeps – she’ll press her face against a pillow, or the edge of the coffee table, or a pile of clothes so she can have darkness. It’s like her own personal sleep mask!
- She has an obsession with soft, fluffy things that are the same consistency as her fur. She used to drag white, fluffy mohair gloves out of my former roommate’s room and carry them around in her mouth. She also does this with a white ski hat and a pair of white petal flower hair clips I own. I’ll come home and always find them in the middle of the bathroom floor. She’s also a big fan of feathers…
Crappy cell phone pic- She has a little spot under the bottom left-hand side of my bed that she goes and sits in the dark when she wants to be alone. If she’s not right next to me – she’s in her little hiding spot.
- She tries to burrow her way underneath a pile of clean clothes on my bed, or underneath the covers and pillows because she likes to be in dark “caves.” This also includes climbing into overnight bags, suitcases or paper bags after grocery shopping.
- She is always at the front door when I come home. (I don’t know how she pulls it off).
- She’s obsessed with the smell of my filed nails, I think? Every time I pull the nail file out – she’s on my lap in lightning fast speed, rubbing her face against the nail file and sniffing it.
- She’ll also run from wherever she is, at breakneck speed, if I’m opening a can of tuna and then meow insensitively at me. In fact, I made a mini video of it for you:
- She attacks my feet, or Mike’s too, whenever they’re sticking out from the end of the bed. It kinda hurts and pisses us off when she snags our bare skin, but it’s also a super funny game she plays, and we usually have to dive under or hide our feet if we hear her coming.
- When I clean her litter box, she likes to go and sprawl out in it. Kinda like, “Ahh…finally. It’s clean and this feels sooo good!”
- She sprawls out on her back, with all feet spread out in different directions, and oftentimes she stretches both paws out to the side in a flying Superman pose.
Another crappy cell phone pic- When she sits on the edge of the bed or couch and watches me, she folds her little paws, one over the other, like she’s prim and proper.
- She let’s me hold her like a baby, and squish her nose, and nuzzle my face into her fur over and over again, and she doesn’t budge. But sometimes, just sometimes if she’s frisky and doesn’t want to be held, she’ll squeak when I do it, which just makes me laugh. I’m always trying to get her to squeak or make Wookie sounds.
The greatest thing about pets, I think, is that they all have their own little quirky personalities like this… and I just find it so damn endearing. I’m gonna be a red hot mess when this little thing leaves my life.
Currently Anticipating: Figuring out the Labor Day weekend plans today – I want to go camping for the (last) time this summer.
Currently Loving: The HungryGirl.com daily e-mails that Kristen introduced me to!
Quest for the Holy Grail
Did you know that they melted down the Holy Grail and made it into a bike? I know this because I went on a personal quest for it today.
(Holding coconuts) Clop, clop, clop.*
About a month ago, my BF went to a sports store in Seattle that is going out of business and was having a huge sale. His mission: a new bike. While I was at this sports store, I found a girls bike leaning in the corner, and I sat on it to ride it around the store. Mostly out of boredom. I’ve had a trusty mountain bike that I got for Christmas in 10th grade, and I never felt the need to upgrade since I’m not an avid rider. Except I fell in love with this bike during the two loops that I made around the store. It had handle bars that perfectly curved back for women’s smaller arms. The seat was on a suspension system that would gently sit back every time you moved or went over a bump. (Which I later found is patented to K2). AND, it was cute and girly with flowers on the frame. I wanted it bad. The price tag, however, wasn’t something I was prepared for. So, I sadly left the bike at the store.
In the next month, all I could think about was the bike. I told everyone I knew about it. I pictured how DIFFERENT my life would be – “If I had this bike, I’d ride it everywhere, and I’d get totally skinny and HOT,” I’d say inside my head. “I’ll start riding my bike to work! I won’t eat Taco Bell at 2 a.m. or make Belgium waffles so I can dip them in cream cheese frosting anymore!” (Someone please throw out the tub of frosting that is still sitting in my fridge from my BF’s birthday cake. Please). I went to the Web site and drooled at it – I read reviews and decided that I MUST have this bike.
Yesterday I found it on Amazon.com for nearly half the price. I decided it was going to be mine. But when went to make the purchase today, I realized the only size they had was meant for girls 5’9’’ and above. Let me tell you, that’s not me. I do not originate from The Amazon. My heart sank. I startled Googling for the bike, but I couldn’t find the size and model I needed anywhere for sale in ALL of the Internet universe. WTF?
K2 listed REI as their only retail provider, but REI’s site didn’t have the bikes. I was getting a little nervous. I decided to call all the REIs in the state of Washington, desperate for one last in-store model. Store 1, none. Store 2, none. Store 3, not the model I wanted. Store 4, not the model I wanted. Store 5 was all too kind to tell me that K2 is discontinuing their bikes, and pretty much “you don’t have a chance in hell in finding it.”
I started to panic. Finally, one store searched their inventory lists and told me they had one in the size I needed in Oregon, one in New Jersey and one a size larger at a local store.
I started to feel a bit jittery and nervous as I dialed the number to the local store. I’d make the size a little bit larger work! I’d where platform sandals every time I rode it! I HAD.TO.HAVE this bike!
“Ohhhh. I think we just sold that this morning,” the guy in the local REI’s bike department told me.
F*&#!
I had most definitely fallen in love with the Holy Grail of bicycles.
I made the one last phone call to the REI in Oregon for the bike. This was my only chance at true bike love. Otherwise, I was destined to be bitter and trip all the girls I ever see who were lucky enough to buy this bike before it turned into the Holy Grail. The store in Oregon hadn’t sold theirs yet AND it was the color I wanted (something I was going to budge on, but I wanted the pink one over the red, obvs.)
VICTORY! VICTORY!
This sweet little number is going to be on her way to me this week:
I can’t wait! I better go finish the tub of frosting before she gets here…
*If you got that reference. You rock. If you didn’t, you must go watch Monty Python and the Holy Grail immediately.
Currently Feeling: Stressed out about this project I have to launch next Wednesday at work. I can’t seem to focus, and it’s not done. Grr.
Currently Anticipating: Happy hour and a night out tonight, hanging out with a long lost girl friend tomorrow night and the Seattle Cheese Festival on Sunday at Pike Place Market!
Currently Loving: That it’s going to be in the 70s this weekend! Hello sunshine! I think I’m in love with you.
Je’s a REBEL, Vigilante
A text message conversation I just had with my boyfriend:
Him: Good morning. xoox have a good day.
Me: Ditto BF. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. 
Him: That’s a lot
Hrm. My boyfriend is obviously aware of my rebellious proclivities. Dammit. I’ve been found out! I’m unsure if that’s a good thing, or a bad thing. Maybe there is a reason I was voted Biggest Rebel in high school. (An award that I don’t have hanging on my wall, for some strange reason. But something that still gives me a laugh to this day.)
What can I say, I find life a little more exciting with a little bit of danger and MISssstery.
I think I’ll make Greenday’s She’s a Rebel my new life lyrics:
She’s Je’s a rebelShe’s Je’s a saintShe’s Je’s salt of the earth
And she’s Je’s dangerous
She’s Je’s a rebel
Vigilante
Missing link on the brink
Of destruction
(!!!)
Currently Feeling: A little sore from the 30-Day Shred I did last night – the first time back on the wagon after a month of slacking! But Jillian Michaels makes me feel so great!
Currently Anticipating: BBQing it up on my new George Foreman outdoor bbq grill a little more this week. It works like a charm! I had corn on the cob for the first time since last summer – SO good!
Currently Reading: Hunting and Gathering by Anna Gavalda.
Bad luck in the Random Shiz That Goes On department
I have some serious bad luck in the Random Shiz That Goes On department.
I don’t think I’d consider myself a clumsy person – I don’t generally have a problem with dropping things, falling over, tripping, etc. But I do have a problem with little mishaps and sometimes I just do stupid shiz, so I guess I might be a little accident prone.
It appears as if I have to “initiate” myself into a new home with one of these little accidents before my body, mind and soul can feel comfortable there. It’s becoming a tradition.
For example, for those of you who are new readers, when I moved into my old apartment about two years ago, I came home after an all-nighter at the bars and accidentally knocked deodorant out of the cabinet above the toilet after flushing it, and it was SUCKED UP the freakin’ toilet. Full story is here. Can you believe that? How does that happen? So, for at least the first week, the toilet was out of order while my landlord called a plumber. The whole debacle cost me $75. For bumping something out of the GD cupboard. Anybody else and the deodorant would have probably just fallen to the ground. But oh no, me – well, for me, it has to actually be timed just perfectly to be sucked up the toilet, clog it and cost me a mighty large fee for a drunken stumble. Bad luck in the Random Shiz That Goes On department.
So, last week was my first week living in the sexy new place, and I was packing away with bated breath, waiting for me to do something stupid. I almost lost an entire 16 ounces of dark iced tea all over the white carpet while walking into my room on the first night – but I caught it at the last minute. Phew. Looks like I was going to escape being a retard* just this once.
The next evening I was making dinner and hanging some pictures in the kitchen (I’m an ultimate multitasker), so I go to pick up the hammer, and the edge catches the plastic container of nails and screws that I have, and the ENTIRE freakin’ container FALLS into the SINK with the GARBAGE DISPOSAL and at least 10 NAILS and other metal objects fall DOWN the disposal.
F*%#$@!
Now, because garbage disposals and gross food particles kinda give me the gag reflex, I told my roommate not to use it, put a plug over it and waited, sneakily for my boyfriend to come over a couple days later so I could ask him to fish out the nails for me, via the form of a “favor.”
Saturday morning I woke up and started off with, “I’ll make you breakfast if you do a favor for me.”
“Are you serious? Like what…” he eyes me warily. At this point, I’ve already enlisted him for moving my entire apartment, helping me break down and take out all the cardboard boxes, hanging items I can’t hang myself, storing a lot of my stuff I can’t fit at my place in his garage, and cleaning my old apartment. Some might say I’m running a slave relationship. I just say this is the reason why girls have boyfriends next to the fact that battery-operated items sometimes get old.
So I explain the nails to him, and he shakes his head, rolls up his sleeve and starts to fish around for NAILS and SCREWS in the garbage disposal. Of course, when I explained it to him, I just said, “a few.” I didn’t say “nearly the entire box.” So by screw number four and nail number eight, he was starting to get a bit frustrated with me. After about 40 minutes of fishing and a few scraped knuckles, he couldn’t see anymore, so we turned the disposal on.
RUUUHHH RUUHHHH SCUUUUUGG RUUH. zuuuuuu uuu uu u
The sucker stopped spinning. After further inspection, we still couldn’t find any more nails – so that means one is probably stuck somewhere we can’t reach, preventing it from spinning, and now I’ve broken the GD garbage disposal in week one and have to call my landlord to fix it.
The BF flicked off the switch, shook his head and looked at me.
I know exactly what he was thinking….
How in the HELL do you do this shiz?!
How?! I’ll tell you how – because I have BAD LUCK IN THE RANDOM SHIZ THAT GOES ON DEPARTMENT.
*I’m sorry if this term offends you. If it does, you should probably not read the blog. Hence the terms of my profile. Perhaps I should amend it to say, “I drink, fornicate and use the word retard a lot, therefore I’m not going to heaven.”
Currently Feeling: Jazzed up for the 30-day challenge I just enlisted myself in. Check it out!
Currently Anticipating: A dinner tonight to celebrate my Bestie’s one-year return to home, a boat festival and parade on the Seattle waterfront tomorrow in 66-degree weather (!!!) and a lovely Sunday planned for Mother’s Day, including brunch at a new spot in Ballard.
Currently Needing: Some really great summer/spring shoes.
Breast wishes
Today is my boyfriend’s 30th birthday – a HUGE milestone!
Personally, I believe birthdays are super special because it’s the day you get to celebrate YOU. Not your mom, not Jesus, not a dead Irish saint, not secretaries – YOU – the one person you’ve had around, and always will have around, for the rest of your life. That’s a pretty important person, so I think birthdays are cause for a big celebration.
But, boys tend to be lackadaisical in the party throwing department, especially birthday parties, so I’ve decided to throw a celebration for him because he’s grande. Tomorrow night we’re co-hosting a “Dirty 30” birthday part at a dirty dive bar in Seattle. Because I am a theme party WHORE, I tried to squeeze in a little bit of the dirty theme… Last night I went to a fabulous store in Seattle called Archie McPhee’s – a novelty item store with kitschy gifts and trinkets – and picked up some fake mustaches for everyone to wear (dirty ‘staches). They even had a set of PINK fuzzy mustaches for girls. How perrrfect. If I am going to sport a ‘stache, it had better be pink.
And then there was the cake. I wanted to pick up a “dirty” cake from The Erotic Bakery – a shop that creates cakes and cookies in the shape of man and lady bits. I was going to post a few of the options here and take a vote on what to order, but when I called last night, I was too late for a rush order and they were $50 a cake anyway. Boo purdue. But then I realized, that’s really okay because they put vaginas on their cakes, and who knows what that would taste like anyway.
So I scrambled for plan B.
I started calling the party stores within my general area and asking, “Um. Do you have boob cookie cutters?” Not gonna lie; it was kinda awkward. But after calling a few places, even Lover’s Package, there were no boob cookie cutters to be had!
Time for plan c.
I started Googling, “How to make boob cookies.” No luck. Then, “How to make a boob cake,” brought up this result, and I was like, “Hey! I can do that!” So I was up until 12:30 a.m. last night, making boob-shaped cake pieces and flesh-colored frosting for Baby Daddy’s birthday cake. I’m SUPER excited to bust it out at the party… get it, bust it out. Haha. I think boobs and mustaches are a great pair. Well, unless you’re a lady with a mustache, then that’s just gross. Or, if your boobs are being tickled by some guy’s mustache, that’s gross too… uh boob cakes and fake mustaches are a great pair. Here’s how I did it:
First came the flesh-colored cream cheese frosting – a couple drops of green, red and yellow food coloring.
To make the boobs, you bake cake batter in two round mixing bowls and the base cake in a 9×13″ pan.
I saved some of the frosting and added a little more red and some blue food coloringfor the nipple area, which was made with a Peach-O ring with a Dot stuck in the middle.
I frosted the cake, then placed the breastesses on top, frosting each, and then finally the nipples.
TA DA!Currently Anticipating: All the surprises I have up my sleeve. I love surprises! And giving gifts!
Currently Loving: Mrs. Meyer’s Lemon Verbena Laundry Detergent. I picked it up on a whim last week, and while it’s a bit spendy for detergent, it’s SUPER fab and worth it! It makes my whole house smell great every time I do laundry!
