Friday, August 31, 2012

Audra's tips for her 14 year old self...

Posted By: Leah
Hey LLoL Readers!

My name is Audra and I blog over at A Little Bit of Rain. I'm so happy to be guest posting for Leah, who is a pretty darn cool chick and pretty much as sweet and sassy as they come!

A little about me. I'm 28, from Ohio, married to my best friend/wittiest man there is, and together we have a beautiful daughter named Emerson. Now that I'm a mom, most things that happen on a day-to-day basis get me thinking about how my actions have, can, and will affect my daughter. I feel like it's tough growing up as a girl in this day and age (and I guess it's always been, but I only have the 1980s to present to speak from personal experience), so I am doing everything I can to ensure that my daughter has a happy, healthy life. But I still worry about her, particularly when she enters middle school and beyond. Will she escape unscathed? Will she make good decisions? Will she trust me enough to come to me when she makes bad ones?

When I was in middle school, I, naturally, thought I knew *everything*. I was like, soooo mature, dude. And I look back, now double the age I was then, and think wow.... I could really use a DeLorean to go back in time and a) bitch slap myself and b) give myself a good talking to.

Well, I can't of course - it's life, and I'm a stronger, better person now because of the lessons I've learned along the way. Still, if I could just borrow that time machine for an afternoon, this is what I would say to braces-faced Audra 14 years ago....

Things I wish I could tell my 14-year old self:

~ Don't over-tweeze your eyebrows. Despite the current trend of having super thin brows, DON'T DO IT. Eventually, they will stop growing back, and then you'll be pissed at yourself when, in a year or so, thin eyebrows are out again. And for that matter, don't alter your body in any way that is irreversible until you are old enough to understand the repercussions. And 14 ain't that age.

~ I promise, I swear, I assure you.... no boy is EVER worth your tears or your dignity. Period. End of discussion.

~ Friendships based on the superficial will not last. Keep the friends who make you feel good about yourself close, and the "friends" who make you feel like you constantly have to prove yourself as far away as possible.

~ It's okay to be your own person. Don't spend your entire allowance on some terribly ugly trend that you KNOW in the back of your mind you don't like.
I kid you not, it was considered COOL in 8th grade to carry about purses that looked like this. Seriously??!?!
You know you're a child of the 90s if you had a Starter jacket. I had no clue who the Charlotte Hornets were, but I had their very expensive, very hideous jacket..
~ If something doesn't feel right, just remove yourself from the situation. That nagging voice in your head that says "It's just peer pressure, and you don't have to go along with it." She is wise, and you should listen to her. Remember, if a "friend" is bothered by you not wanting to do something that makes you uncomfortable, they're not a real friend anyway.

~ Repeat this mantra to yourself often "It is not that big of a deal." Drama will follow you for the next 4 years, but seriously... it's not a big deal. The girl you hate wore the same outfit as you? Not a big deal. Your mom won't let you go to the party because no parents are there? Not a big deal. You have a giant zit on your face right before yearbook pictures? Not a big deal. I promise none of that will negatively affect your future in any way.

~ Bullying and teasing are lame. Put yourself in their shoes, and remember that everyone is human and has insecurities, just like you.

Though I know I would tell my 14-year old self all of this, I consider myself one of the lucky ones. Despite having thin eyebrows to this day, I am not permanently damaged by my teen years. Others are not so lucky. I just hope I can remember all of this when Emerson comes to me asking for $230 to buy an ugly-ass jacket. I hope my inner 14-year old has the strength to say no.

Well, that's all for now folks! Come join me over at A Little Bit of Rain for more random musings and awkward life lessons.


A Note from Leah: Thank you Audra! I am from Charlotte and feel super honored you chose Charlotte Hornets for your awesome starter jacket! The teal and purple were the hottttest colors of the 90's. I know you wore this jacket proudly with some high top LA Gear with the crazy laces, right!? That jacket is probably worth BANK now. Hope you kept it lol!

Audra's life is wonderful now, but she has gone through a lot. Her family has a guardian angel who watches over them. Audra now also has a rainbow baby! Audra is a sweet mom who we can all relate to. She loves to find the humor in the every day... don't we all wish we could do that!?

Janette the Jongleur on Losing Followers

Posted By: Leah
Hello! I'm not Leah! Surprise!!!! It's me, Janette! Janette who?? Well, I blog over at Janette the Jongleur. It's a happy little lifestyle blog (age 1.5 years) mostly featuring a collection of thoughts & photographs of my daily shenanigans as a SoCal resident. I'm super duper happy to be here today filling in for your lovely blogtress, Leah! So lets get right to it!

 I’m here to talk about losing followers. I know, I know. You wish I had tips on how to get followers, right? Well I can’t help you there. I’m not really sure exactly how that works. But I am here to give you some pointers on how to feel better about losing followers. It happens to all bloggers at some point, right? 


 I know it’s easier said than done, but just shrug off those shrinking numbers! Okay, if you’ve lost 70 followers in one day THAT might be hard shrugging off... But 1 or 2? Not a big deal!

Don’t lash out, get angry, and take to Twitter...Relax!

I know it’s hard the first time you lose a follower(s) and you can’t stop thinking about it for weeks, but it gets easier as time goes by. TRUST ME. Chances are a reader unfollowed you because their Blogger account got deleted due to inactivity, or they died while snorkeling in the Bermuda triangle... (The things I tell myself and believe… Haha!)

Don’t sweat it! THEY’LL COME BACK
Ok, chances are “they”, as in “the person(s) who unfollowed”, will not come back... But guess what?
YOU. WILL. GET. MORE. FOLLOWERS....IF you keep blogging. It’s a fact!

And when you’ve replaced the 1 that got away with 20, you won’t even remember who left. I promise! IT’S NOT ABOUT NUMBERS ANYWAY, RIGHT? I tell myself this every day! It’s NOT ABOUT NUMBERS! Cause honestly, I always think in my head, “If I just had 1,000 readers then I would be happy and not worry about numbers…” Really, Janette?? You really believe that? No. If I had 1,000 followers, I would be thinking about my next 1,000. I’ll never be happy with my reader count. So I might as well stop worrying about it. I have a handful of bloggy friends that leave regular comments, and I’m soo grateful they take the time....And as long as those 20 stick around, I’m happy! So focus on the readers you do have. Be grateful. Be content.

Now here are some reasons why I unfollow blogs... Maybe you can relate.

1. I only followed for a giveaway.       
-Gosh. I’m that person. How horrible!! But I know it happens to me a lot, so I don’t sweat it.

2. The blog changed direction.       
-In other words, the blogger suddenly started focusing only on health food, workout clothes, and fitness routines. Yeah. I can’t relate to that. I’m a fat kid and like to eat ice cream. Sorry.

3. Too many blogs on my blogroll. - I read and comment on 200+ blogs regularly. But sometimes I can’t handle the time demands so I unfollow people who haven’t posted in months. It clears out my blogroll a bit. So here are some questions that I hope you can answer in the comments below..

1. If you have unfollowed blogs, what were your reasons?
2. How do you handle losing a follower? Thanks so much for reading! Please feel free to visit my blog, Janette the Jongleur, any time!

A Note from Leah:
Thank you Janette! You guys, Janette's the most effortlessly cool girl ever and her blog is a total reflection of her awesome life! I am thrilled to have Janette over visiting Lovely Life of Leah as the author of my first guest-post while I'm away on vacay. Everyone be sure to come back to meet more of my favorite blog gals this week!

Thursday, August 30, 2012

And I'm Out!

Posted By: Leah
Good afternoon! I've only talked about this for MONTHS and I am excited to report that soon I'll be on my way to sunny San Diego!

I am taking a bit of a break from the blog. But DON'T WORRY! because you are in for a treat!

I have lined up some of my very favorite  bloggers to guest post during the next two weeks.
Yup! I am having blog-sitters for my blog while I house sit for my friend.

My favorite ladies talking about all sorts of things...
From blog advice to award-winning recipes. From adoption to DIY. These girls are true friends. They delivered AMAZING content, photos, inspiration and more. I adore every single one of these posts.

And don't worry, if you miss me too much I have a couple scheduled posts that will pop up here and there too. I don't know about you, but I'm excited! Excited for my trip to California (I've never been to the west coast before!!!) and excited for the amazing 'blog sitters' who have generously offered spectacular posts for my blog for the next two weeks.

Enjoy and I'll talk to y'll soon!

PS- We're fling into John Wayne Airport aka in the OC! Just to drive down the Pacific Coast Highway. So I may be singing this in the car driving to SD.

PS If you miss me already (which I'm sure you do) I did a super late post last night that has a video I made! Yup, you can hear my real life southern-speak! Here's a link to that, because I don't know about you, but once I start watching videos on that site I can't stop lol!

My Anchor Tattoo

Posted By: Leah

The time has finally come for me to openly discuss the excruciating pain of my latest tattoo… an anchor on my ribs. Never before in my life have I felt this level of pain. Not during childbirth (they give you drugs!) Not when I broke my foot (it was in the middle of the night, I was ½ asleep anyway), not even when I broke my wrist after falling on black ice (it was a quick slip). My 5th tattoo, an anchor, is by far the worst pain I’ve ever felt in my entire life.

So why did I get this tattoo anyway?
After seeing the bloody, gross photo on IG the next day my sister called me, saying “What the hell dude!?” Yeah, it was an impulse tattoo.

But not really. I have been into the nautical theme for years. I’ve wanted an anchor tattoo at least that long, maybe longer. I’ve always had a love of the water, boats, and anything ‘beachy.’ I also love everything pin-up and to me, anchors go with that era. One of the first groupons I ever purchased was to the Aveda salon, and the estecician giving my facial had an anchor tattoo on her forearm. I remarked how much I loved it and she said that she and her sister had matching tattoos, that they ‘anchor each other.’ I immediately sent my sister photos, and said we should get an anchor tattoo, something we’d always talked about, but she’s not into nautical as much as I am.

So I brushed off my anchor tattoo dream, and ended up getting my Hello Kitty tattoo on my foot soon after that. But I never forgot about the anchor.
I know this is a long blog post. I broke it up into chapters.

Chapter 1
On pinterest I came across this amazingly perfect nautical pin. It linked to Etsy and I purchased it as soon as I saw it. I knew this was it, the anchor tattoo I wanted. I showed my friends at work, my BF, and they all agreed it was really cool. Courtney suggested getting it on my ribs. She said that was a bad ass place to get inked. I just thought she meant it looked cool, I had no idea the actual pain involved in that area.

I even posted the above photo here on my blog and asked for placement suggestions. I was going to get it at the bottom of my neck. I was ready! The only question was when would I get it done? Well, I didn't have to wait long, because the very next week Gavin was scheduled to embark on his week with our family who live out of town.

I called Jolly Rogers, the tattoo shop where I got my ever so perfect Hello Kitty and Star tattoos a couple of years back. They mentioned that the artist I had used had been fired and they suggested I not try to locate him. This really threw me for a loop. I thought I had it all planned, who would I have do my tattoos now? The receptionist insisted another artist at the shop was just as good and available the day I wanted to come in. I went ahead and scheduled the appointment and that was that.

I told BF I had booked the appointment and he was a little upset with me. Not mad, but I guess more concerned that I hadn’t done more research on who this person was who would be putting a permanent thing on my body that would be there forever.  I hadn’t really thought it through. I never really do when I get tattoos. It’s sort of roulette and I am just used to it that way. But he really got me thinking. He convinced me to wait until I was in Charlotte and to go to the shop all of his friends and just everyone goes to. That all the artists were good and I couldn’t go wrong. I didn’t really want to go, but I figured it was worth checking out.

The next I kept researching anchor tattoo placement, I was just not 100% on where I wanted it. Lauren helped me and guess what she found? THIS PICTURE of MY ANCHOR!

AND... ok clearly I didn't make this design up.

BUT What the crap?! I was unhappy that the ink I wanted done was already on someone else. Bummer L But I’m soo glad Lauren found these for me.

We didn’t have a lot going on that Saturday, so we headed up to NoDa. I just walked into FU’s Tattoo, the shop BF had spoken so highly of (BF by the way doesn’t have any ink), and went to the front desk. I told the girl I wanted to speak to someone about a tattoo, and she ended up calling a guy off of his lunch break. I continued to wait. It had been over 45 minutes, almost an hour since I had spoken to the artist. I started wondering if he forgot about me or what. I went outside, it had been an hour and finally the artist came to get me.

The drawing he showed me was fantastic! It was a super girly anchor with flowers, stars, hearts and a bow! He asked if I had any changes or suggestions. I just adored it as-is, but took the sketch outside and showed BF.  BF suggested that instead of the regular bow, to make it a HK bow… what a perfect idea! So I told the artist that’s what I wanted to have done and asked if I could make an appointment. He thought I had come in for a tattoo right then and said he was available so I said ok lets’s do this! Then I remembered to ask about pricing. He said his rate was $100 an hour, and he expected it to take about an hour, and I said OK! And at that moment I knew I wanted it on my side. Not my back. It just seemed to be perfect for my side.

Like I’ve mentioned before, I have 4 other tattoos, I’ve had each re-done so that equals eight total sittings. And no matter what anybody says, they didn’t hurt. Yes a slight discomfort for a second, but nothing unbearable. That’s what makes them so addictive, right? I've had them done on my lunch hour and gone straight back to work. Seriously. No pain.

Chapter 2
After a couple placement trials, and having the artist flip the entire drawing the other direction, I finally was ready for the process of the inking to begin. When I got my 2nd tattoo, the five stars on my back, I remember that artist saying that it only hurts for a little bit, then the pain is dulled because your body gets used to it. I kept this in mind as this artist started with the black outline. It hurt. But nothing too awful. I found that if I started counting from 10 to 1, he was only drawing short lines and would usually lift the needle by the time I was down to 4 (I was counting in my head btw). The artist would stop tattooing and pick up the needle whenever anyone in the shop would speak to him. I did not want to make the tattoo last longer than necessary, nor did I want to risk him messing up because I was the one talking and moving. After I got tired of counting from 10 to 1 I started counting things on the ceiling.

The way I was positioned to have this tattoo was not comfortable. I was laying on the table (like a massage table) on my left side with my left arm up to my head as a make-shift pillow of sorts. My right arm was also up, extended over the other side of my head. I could see the tattoo station to my left, the one directly in front of me, and the ceiling and that was all. I started counting ceiling tiles. I started counting the numbers on the clock. Not the hours, the seconds. The pain was bad. If you’ve ever been in early stages labor, I’d say it’s a lot like a contraction. A lot of pain for a short amount of time.

I knew I’d get a break when he was done with the black, because we hadn’t really discussed colors of the anchors, stars, flowers, etc. It seemed like I had been laying there for at least an hour already. My mind, for once, was blank from thoughts. I thought about my blog, this blog post, that I’d tell you guys that this tattoo on my ribs hurt worse than any tattoo I’d had before. But little did I know, this wasn’t the worst of it.

Chapter 3
I did get a little break, once the black outline was done. I wasn’t allowed to stand up. But I could straighten out and stretch a little. I realized that I had been clenching my hair to create a hair-pillow but my hands were sweaty and I had created legitimate finger waves. For real. The artist pretty much knew what he wanted to do color-wise. He just asked about the flowers and I said purple, it’s my favorite. And that was that, back to the pain.

I don’t know where or who told me this, that the black outline is the most painful part of getting a tattoo. It truly is not. Remember how I said I’d count from 10 to one and usually around 4 he’d be done. Well I tried that when he was doing the colors. Didn’t happen, I always got to 1. Then would start over, this time at a higher number, like 20 and count down to one. And that wasn’t high enough either. He’d just press the tattoo needle into my skin and not let up. In my mind I’d imagine if it was the star he was coloring in, a flower… I couldn’t imagine what was happening. And yes, he’d switch colors. I was grateful I had such a colorful tattoo, just to get those mini 5 second breaks. But the pain became more and more intense.

The artist would ask me if it I was okay, and in the beginning I said I was. By the color part he knew not to ask. I really wasn’t okay. I remembered that I hadn’t eaten that day. I hadn’t really had any water either. I knew that it was nearing 3 or 4pm and I was feeling light-headed.

And my eyes. I don’t usually cry from pain. I’ve seen people cry getting tattoos and totally thought they were wimps. I wasn’t crying, but my eyes were tearing up. I wanted to clench my teeth, but I was so worried I’d crush them and chip them completely. The only thing this experience reminded me of was labor. Except in labor you’re allowed to move, to make sounds, to get medicine. I had to stay completely silent for the tattoo. I thought about Katie Holme’s weird scientology silent birth of Suri. I Thought about my happy place. I thought about everything and nothing. I started to get a headache. I knew I needed water. I didn’t want to tell the artist to stop for fear that I would go running out of there and never come back. I swore off ever getting another tattoo ever again. And that I didn’t care how this one looked, that I’d NEVER EVER get it touched up.

And the pain did not go away. It felt like hours and hours of the worst torture. I asked myself why I was doing this. Why would I subject myself to the worst pain I’d ever felt. And it was. Pain. Not. Stopping. It continued to get worse. The artist would stop to clean the area and I felt like he was wiping pools of blood off of my side. It was like the worst burn, like someone was branding me. It was awful.

Finally I just closed my eyes. I couldn’t handle being awake any longer. I just wanted it to end, and it wasn’t. I looked at the clock and it had been over two hours. I knew BF would be coming to find me soon. I didn’t want him to see me like this. And the next thing I knew, BF was there.

Chapter 4
BF stood over me and said “It looks good!” of course he said that, I thought it probably looked terrible and he was just being nice. Bf asked the artist how much longer I had. I didn’t want to hear the answer. I knew he probably had another hour to go. But the artist said “I’m done!”

And like that, it was over. But really it was also just beginning. I hopped up and the first thing I did was get some water. I felt dizzy, light headed and in awful pain. I looked in the mirror and honestly, I was shocked at my tattoo. It was so bright, with so many colors and details. It was awesome, exactly what I wanted. More than what I wanted, actually. And I then understood why there was so much coloring and shading. Oh and there was blood too. Lots of blood.
I had been there the better part of the afternoon, and was nervous about what the price would be. But fortunately it was what we had discussed, even though it took hours longer than expected. BF said that his neighbors (who are girls 8 and 13) couldn’t wait to see my tattoo. But I told bf I needed sugar and caffeine stat. We went to Common Market and I got a diet coke and cupcake. Oh and a sugar skull pin for Lauren, because she likes mine on my purse so much and I'm an amazing friend who thinks of others even if I'm in pain lol.

Riding in the car I thought I was going to pass out and die. Every bump, turn, stop hurt me worse and worse. Who knew there were so many road humps in Charlotte? I had BF stop at the drug store so I could get some antibacterial soap and a&d ointment. But I held it together. I was just quiet. 

EVERY tattoo artist will tell you different after-care instructions. Some say let it breathe, some say keep it moist. Some say keep it covered, some say cover it with lotion. So you really need to do what you know is right for your skin and your body. For me, that is washing many times a day with non-scented antibacterial hand soap and slathering a&d on. I cover it with a paper towel and saran wrap when out, just so my clothes won’t stick. That’s worked for me. I tried once to just do the ‘let it brethe’ with plain lotion only and my skin rejected the ink. So I had to PAY to have it retouched by another artist. Lesson learned, do what I know is right.

Anyway, we got to BF’s house and his neighbors came over to see my tattoo. I told them I was so sorry that I couldn’t show them, it hurt really bad and I needed to lay down.  He let me relax on my side on the couch. It was a good two hours before I even wanted to move. I’d get up, and then after a while the burning in my side just made me feel awful and I’d have to sit down. It is a pain unlike any tattoo I’ve ever had or known anyone to have.

By that night I really was a lot better. I covered the ink and went to sleep. In the morning, this is the nice ink stain on the sheets.

I continued to treat the tattoo with the soap and a&d ointment. It took about a week to start peeling and once it did, it was gross.

Chapter 5
Finally about 2 weeks later the peeling stopped. You never really know how the ink will take until that initial layer of skin is gone. The skin underneath looked really good. There are already a few areas I think could be touched up, but for now, I can’t even fathom the thought of another tattoo.

So that’s the story. The long… long… excruciatingly painful story. It has been a little over a month and I’m just now in the place where I can talk about it. This experience somehow was more traumatic to me than childbirth. I’m happy with the result. And omg, the other day I was looking in the mirror at a certain angle and swore I was a Suicide Girl for a minute. Ok. More like a second. But my tattoo looked good. My anchor is much bigger than everything else I have put together. I really like the size and color of it. And of course the hello kitty bow!

Final thoughts – Yes, I am glad I got it. Yes it was legitimately the worst pain I’ve ever experienced. No, this is not a normal tattoo experience. Yes, I’m sure I’ll get it touched up eventually, but not anytime soon. Yes, I want more tattoos, but not for at least a couple of years.

What next? I saw someone I knew the other week and she had the most awesome tattoos on the backs of her legs. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t noticed until that moment. I really don’t think this would ever be appropriate for me. But currently I think it’s adorable!

how cute are these? Not really something I'd want to have forever, but very cute on other people.

Do you have tattoos? Did you know how much they hurt to have done on your side?
Did you like my gross peeling and bloody photos?

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

ShopLeah Luxe Hair Ties!

Posted By: Leah

If you follow me on IG you've seen the awesome luxe hair ties I've been making this week. I'm so excited to announce that they have found their way into my Etsy shop, ShopLeah.

So what are luxe hair ties anyway? I've created a youtube video of me showing them and doing a tutorial to show you what they're all about!

If you don't have the time to watch my 9 minutes of awesome (and see a pretty sweet topknot tutorial too!) here's the deal... luxe hair ties are different from normal hair elastics because they are gentle to your hair! No more creases when taking out your ponytail. Luxe hair ties also double as cute bracelets. You can wear multiple in your hair or wrist. I have them in all colors!

Right now I'm selling them for $4.99 for a 5 pack in my Etsy shop. I have seen these for $12 for a 5 pack at Anthro, and also $12 for a 5 pack at Nordstrom... for the exact same thing I've made!

Here are a few photos directly from my etsy Shop:

 Have you tried luxe hair ties? what do you think? Any color combinations you think would be hot for fall? let me know and if you'd like any, send me a message here or in my etsy shop!

PS and if you don't want to watch the whole 9 minute youtube above but want to see a little preview... check out this super short version I made that I find kind of hilarious (all music dubbed over me talking):

Birthday Worthy Dutch Apple Pie Recipe

Posted By: Leah
Happy Birthday to my Mom!

It's Gav's first week of school, I'll be in California next weekend, and this past weekend BF was out of town at a car show. So we celebrated my mom's bday a couple weeks back, but that's okay! It's always fun to celebrate the entire week month of your birthday, and that's just what we are doing for my mom!

I'm not 100% how the Dutch Apple Pie subject was brought up for my mom's birthday dessert (instead of cake, cupcakes, ice cream cake, etc). And honestly, I had no clue what a dutch apple pie was. But thanks to google I got the recipe and bf and I made my mom dutch apple pie for her birthday dinner celebration.

A special shout-out to BF for the photography skills in this post. He JUST got a new camera (you're welcome) for his birthday at the first part of August and these photos are all shot and edited by him.

Also, I must note that I am aware that I look ROUGH in these photos. I'm talking Rough with a capital R. It was probably 8am and I had rolled out of bed, not brushed my hair, let alone thought about make-up or anything else. So if you ever wondered if I really look all cute and pin-uppy all the time. The answer is NO. But this was an especially un-flattering morning. I thought BF was just messing with his camera, not that we'd ever actually be using the pics. 

The pie came out so well I just had to post the recipe for all of you in honor of my mom's actual birthday day!

Leah making Dutch apple pie.

Leah making Dutch apple pie.

(Sorry again for looking this bad. Yikes!)  Leah making Dutch apple pie.

Leah making Dutch apple pie.
This is our tiny family! You can read about where they came from HERE
BF and I live 2 hrs apart so we each have a set. BF's dog and Gav have since joined the fam.
Leah making Dutch apple pie.

Leah making Dutch apple pie.

Leah making Dutch apple pie.

Leah making Dutch apple pie.

Leah making Dutch apple pie.

Leah making Dutch apple pie.

Leah making Dutch apple pie.

Leah making Dutch apple pie.

Leah making Dutch apple pie.

Leah making Dutch apple pie.

*My notes/adjustments are to the right of the ingredients*

Dutch Apple Pie

By Joy1996 on October 25, 2002
Photo by Hazeleyes
200 Reviews
  • timer
  • Prep Time: 10 mins
  • Total Time: 1 hrs
  • Serves: 8, Yield: 1 Pie

About This Recipe

"One of the best dutch apple pies you'll eat!"


    • 1 your favorite homemade pie crusts or 1 ready-made pie crusts *I used deep dish.
    • 5 1/2 cups peeled cored sliced cooking apples *I used 7 cups, which fit in the deep dish well.
    • 1 tablespoon lemon juice
    • 1/2 cup granulated sugar *I used 1/4 cup
    • 1/4 cup brown sugar, packed
    • 3 tablespoons flour
    • 1/2 teaspoon ground cinnamon
    • 1/4 teaspoon nutmeg


    • 3/4 cup flour
    • 1/4 cup granulated sugar
    • 1/4 cup brown sugar, packed
    • 1/3 cup butter or 1/3 cup margarine, room temperature *I melted it


  1. Preheat oven to 375°F.
  2. Fit pie crust into pie plate.
  3. In a large bowl, mix sliced apples, lemon juice, both sugars,flour, cinnamon and nutmeg.
  4. Pile into crust.
  5. Prepare topping:.
  6. In a medium bowl, with a pastry blender or a fork, mix flour, both sugars, and butter until coarsely crumbled.
  7. Sprinkle evenly over apples.
  8. Bake at 375°F for 50 minutes. I cooked for *40 min and took out because the topping was starting to get dark.

...and of course we were too excited  hungry to take any photos of the finished pie, except on our phones.
But yay for IG!

And Happy Birthday to my Mom!
My mom had given BF grill gloves for his bday. They also make good pot holders lol!

My mom loves cheddar cheese with her apple pie. I think it's gross together, so this was her plate!

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

HK Fall Fashion! Polyvore

Posted By: Leah

You guys, I'm not a fashionista. At all. I really wish I was. If I go shopping, I generally just come home with a new Hello Kitty t-shirt (or three). I like color a lot too. But sometimes HK + Color is a little hard to find without looking like a 5 yr old trapped in a 32 year old's body.

BUT! I do have some fall fashions I cannot wait to share with you guys. Just last Thursday on one of my Hello Kitty feeds I follow, I saw this photo:
Notice the subtle HK's in the print? Oh Oh Oh Oh My GOD! 
And guess where these are from.....?????

Available online only so DUH I had to purchase them both immediately. I'm generally not an impulse buyer but COME ON... this is every Hello Kitty Adult Girl's dream! 
And the price was not bad! I scored BOTH, including the free shiping, plus $5 off code (thanks for under $50. 
Efffff YES!!!!

I have quite a few HK girls who follow me, so in case you also want to score these amazingly perfect HK outfits (there are even subtle HK leopard jeggings, a blazer, it's amazing stuff!) click HERE.

And, I went ahead and created a Polyvore to show off more of the amazing Target HK line (the accessories are from Sephora).

Hello Kitty Fall 2012

For being an all Hello Kitty all the time girl, I understand it gets a little much. But I think the geometric blue dress and top were solid purchases. I cannot wait! What are you excited about for your fall fashions? Probably not HK, but help me get some more inspiration!
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