Archive for December, 2009

I Think I’m In Trouble

So I had this post written about my lack of New Years Resolution and this really cool journal I have… but then I went to visit sweet Avery last night and I’d rather just show you more pictures.

I think this chick has me wrapped around her finger. I wish I could tell you how many times I kissed her and told her that I love her but I’m not sure that I can count that high.

We are all pretty smitten with this little lady. Her little belly. Her softer than Heaven ear lobes. Her butt! Oh that butt!

I nuzzled my nose into those neck rolls to smell her sweet baby scent.

There’s probably not a more beautiful sight than your husband holding a perfect baby. It’s icing on the cake since we don’t have to stay up at night with her, pay for her, or deal with the crying or poops. Although it should be noted that I don’t really mind baby fusses or even dirty diapers.  

Knuckle dimples make my heart flutter.

Just ignore my devil eyes. Focus on Avery. (Like I really have to tell you to…)

Can you tell how happy we are?? By the way, thanks for your prayers for Laura. Keep them coming. She’s doing well but she is exhausted and sore. Not a good combo! But I don’t feel too terribly sorry for her because she gets to look at this all day.

So, yeah. I think I’m in trouble. This precious one has my heart. I can’t imagine how bad it’s going to get when she can actually talk. “Aunt Chelsea, will you play with me?” Yes. “Aunt Chelsea, will you take me to the park.” Yes. “Aunt Chelsea, will you buy me this fancy Barbie house that costs more than your car?” Yes. I love you.

Maybe if she’d stop wearing polka dots, I’d have some hope. And I should probably never look at this picture again. It makes me melt.

December 31, 2009 at 11:07 am 26 comments

The Reason My Sister In Law Deserves An Award

The average newborn is 7.5 pounds. The average woman is 5’4. These are things to remember throughout this post. Another thing to remember: excluding C-Section (which she did not have), there is only one way for a baby to get out of it’s momma.

This is my sister-in-law, Laura. Next to her is my brother, Justin. This was on our cruise over Spring Break.

Neither of them are average, as you can see. Laura is like 5’2 and probably about negative 100 pounds. She is tiny.

She was getting pretty big the last month or so of her pregnancy. She hadn’t gained a single ounce anywhere but her belly. About two weeks ago, the doctor told her that Avery was probably about 7 pounds. Doctors can be wrong. Did you know that? This doctor was either wrong, or Avery is super-human.

Family, friends, strangers, and internet. I introduce to you…. Avery Claire.

All (not average) 9 pounds .02 ounces of her. I would say that they switched the babies in the nursery but that’s not possible. Justin saw it happen. Live and in the flesh.

Tiny Laura + Chunky Avery = … do the math. Laura needs some major recovery prayers.

Proud daddy. (Let me take a moment to gather myself…. my brother is a daddy…. oh my gosh… my brother… is a… daddy…)


Those are my parents. Mom and Dad, what are you new names? Word on the street is that my mom may go by Nana. I haven’t heard any rumors about my dad yet.

That’s my sister. And my niece.

Stephen, me, my bangs, and Avery. Have I ever told you I have tiny, bony wrists?

I’m smiling because I’m dreaming about holding her thighs. I love fat baby thighs. They are one of life’s great joys. She didn’t want her thighs squeezed last night but she told me I could do it in a couple weeks.

I know, I know. SHE’S AMAZING!

The whole family, minus Laura.


Welcome! We’re so glad you’re here and healthy. I can’t wait to get to know you and love on you. You are beautiful and so very special to all of us.

I hope your birth wasn’t as traumatic for you as it was for your parents. The doctor thought you could use that time in there to cook a bit more but it seems like you’re quite done. The buzzer should have gone off a few weeks ago.

I hope you don’t get mad at me when you’re a teenager for putting you on the internet. It’s just that so many people wanted to see your pretty face.

 Miss Avery, I love you so much and already miss you. Can I please pinch your cheeks?

Aunt Chelsea

Leave some love for Justin, Laura, and Avery!

December 30, 2009 at 9:56 am 51 comments

No Room In The Inn, So We’ll Talk About Me Instead

I was hoping to get to tell you all about my niece today. I planned to show you a few pictures and tell you how perfect she is but, no can do, my friends. My sister-in-law was scheduled to be induced yesterday morning at 5:00am but got a call at 4:30 saying that there were no available beds. Apparently a surge of pregos came in on Sunday night and the hospital ran out of space for them. I offered my stable but they declined. Even after I told them I’d clean the feeding trough and give them clean hay. (I’m hilarious.) Originally the plan was just to wait it out and the scheduler would call them when there was an opening. But then she spoke to her doctor and they decided to push it back a day. So another night of nerves, crappy sleep, and “oh my gosh, what’s about to happen” for Justin and Laura. (Get used to that crappy sleep thing, y’all!)

And now it’s Thursday, December 29 and we are expecting that it’ll happen any minute.

So because I can’t show you my niece, I’ll tell you a little story.

Once upon a time there was a girl named Chelsea. She had a blog and a cute sister. She didn’t know how to dress very well so she just stuck to what was safe. Sweaters, cardigans, t-shirts, jeans. These things made her happy. She wore tennis shoes, Reefs, and Sperry’s and rarely went out of that box. Then one Christmas her cute sister gave her a present. She said, “I’ve decided it’s time for you to dress cuter.” And she gave her this. The End.

(Not the dog, the hat.)

I have a bagillion hats. But they are all the baseball type. UT, Astros, Rice, camo, etc. I think they are cute… but apparently a girl needs a bit of hat variety in her life. Who knew? I opened the hat and told her she’d have to teach me how to use it. Then she said, “Show your friend Lauren From Texas, she’ll like it.” Well okay then.

My mother-in-law told me that as part of my Christmas, she wanted to buy me either a peacoat or boots. My choice. She also told me that she thinks I’m cute and this isn’t an effort to make me cuter. (Thanks MIL!) My first instinct was to go for the coat. I know coats. I LOVE coats. But Stephen said, “Don’t you have, like, a lot of coats?” Good point. So I kidnapped my sister and told her she was in charge of finding me cute boots. I gave her a budget and told her my only requirement was that I want black. And this is what I ended up with.

She swears they are cute. I told her that I was going to tell everyone I know that she picked them out and could she handle that sort of pressure? She assured me that she could. I had mixed feelings since, you know, my current boots say “Justin” on the bottom and are made for walking through manure. But I bought them and took them home. I showed Stephen and his first response was, “Why are they wrinkled?”

We are so hip.

I sent a picture of them to my cool friends. Lyndsey, Kelly, and Lauren. I told them that I needed their honest opinion. The verdict is in from 2 of the 3. They like them and are impressed because they are “definitely out of your box!” Which is a good thing, I suppose. Although I’ve stayed in by box for 25 years and I’ve got a husband, friends, and you seem to like me. Unless this is one of those train wreck examples… Feel free to NOT clarify that.

So anyways, that’s my story. Or maybe it’s the beginning of my New Story. Like, “In the beginning, Chelsea got Steve Madden boots.”

And it was good.

(I guess I should remind you to click here and enter the giveaway before it’s too late. It closes tomorrow.)

December 29, 2009 at 10:10 am 27 comments

Baffin Bags Winner… And My Voice

Happy Monday morning to you all. Let me tell you why today is a big day.

1. Today is my best friend, Lyndsey’s birthday. HAPPY BIRTHDAY LYNDSEY. I wish we could hang out.
2. I announce the winner of the clutch and key fob.
3. You get to hear my voice for the first time. (Unless you know me in real life. Then you’ve obviously already heard it.)
4. I (hopefully) get a niece. My very first niece.

Now let’s address these individually.

1. Happy birthday Friend. I love you and wish you the very best birthday. How did we get so old??

2. Sorry I’m announcing this like 4 days late. I have literally not been home in 4 days, except to sleep. We are exhausted. So I couldn’t quite find the energy to write all the names down and try to make a video. Especially since most of you are on vacation anyways and it doesn’t make much difference to you if I announce today or next week.

3. Here you go. Because I love you so much. Man, this was not easy. Apparently WordPress won’t play the video right from my camera because of the file type. So I actually had to open a You Tube account so you could see this. You’re welcome. After we shot this video Stephen told me that I was talking funny. He was too. For some reason when a video camera is on you, your voice changes. It’s impossible to act normal. So please still be my friend.

Congrats Angie! I’ll hook you up with Baffin Bags (<– that’s a link).

4. My brother and sister-in-law are supposed to have a baby today. She was scheduled to be induced this morning at 5:00 am but they got a call saying the hospital is full and to hold tight for a bit. Now they are waiting for another call from a scheduler. How crappy is that?? So I may or may not be an aunt today. And to make matters worse, my mom is sick. Which means she won’t get to go to the hospital on the day that her very first grandchild is born. SUCK. Say a prayer for her so she gets better ASAP.

That’s all I’ve got for you today. I hope it was thrilling and entertaining. If you haven’t entered the latest giveaway, be sure to do so!

**Edited to add… we aren’t doing Ten on Tuesday tomorrow. I don’t feel like it. AndI’m hoping to talk about my niece tomorrow.

December 28, 2009 at 10:16 am 12 comments

Merry Christmas From The Family

Goooood morning folks! It’s Christmas! Which means I’m wearing some really festive pajamas, eating some high calorie breakfast, and hanging out with family. It also means that it’s time for our next giveaway. Whoo hoo!

Remember a couple weeks ago when I showed you the picture of me in my Snuggie? Did you notice the only cute item in that photo?

Do you see it? The fabric cup sleeve? Well you can’t have it, that one is mine. And I just love that red button! But I’ve got one for you!

(Sorry y’all. I’m blogging in bed again and this photo was taken from my cell phone. I used a Walmart bag as a back drop. Keepin’ it classy.)

This item is from Savvy Stitcher, who I just love to pieces. Go look at her shop. (Ummm, so I just went to check the link to her shop. Apparently she’s closed until the new year. So check her out then. I’ll remind you!)

But since it’s Christmas, it doesn’t end there. Consider it The Day of Stocking Stuffers. I’d tell you to buy these for someone on your list, but that doesn’t really help you now that it’s Christmas. So just buy them for yourself. These are all affordable and cute.

The next items are from Zany Hoopla. She makes these charming little jotters and notebooks. The patterns are wonderful. Look at this little notebook.

My photography skills are shocking. I impress even myself.

And look at these babies.

They are teeny tiny notepads on a ring. There are two in that bag, a rectangle and a circle. She calls them “jotters.” Sort of brilliant. She even sent me one to try out. I’m actually sort of scared to use it. You know what I mean? Like the first page in a brand new notebook. I just don’t want to mess it up. But I keep it in my purse and show it off. I’ll even show you right now.

See, blogging in bed! In my jammies. I stole Stephen’s pillow to prop myself up, so you can see that he’s stuck using a spare with no pillowcase. And incase you’re wondering, there is some packaging sitting there for some “Deluxe Pampered Toes” that Santa brought me. He thought that my cramped toes could use some pampering. How thoughtful of him!

On a scale from 1-10, how much do you love my jammies?

So there y’all go. THREE ITEMS. It’s a CHRISTMAS miracle!!

How to enter?

– Leave a comment. Tell me if you love having festive pajamas. Also, are you a “pajamas” or “pajomas” person?
– Tweet or blog about the giveaway.

That’s it. Two shots. Plus, if you participated in this past Ten on Tuesday, I’ll throw your name in there again! As usual, the giveaway will end next Wednesday night.

Also, I’ll announce the Baffin Bags giveaway winner on Monday. Sorry, I don’t have time to write out all the entries and get Rookie and Stephen to supervise. We’re busy eating and celebrating baby Jesus. Nothing is more important than that. Not even custom key fobs.

I hope you all have a fabulous Christmas. Much love from the Hursts!

Hallelujah, everybody say cheese!

December 25, 2009 at 9:00 am 29 comments

Why Don’t People Read Blogs Over Christmas Break?

Answer me this. Why don’t people read blogs during vacation? Doesn’t vacation mean that you have more time to do what you want? Seems backwards to me.

Answer me this too. Why is it that on my wonderful and oh-so-rare day off of work, it rains cat and dogs and gives me a headache? I’m actually blogging in bed people. Trying to muster up the strength to get up and do something productive like wrap my brother’s present or make a cheesecake. I’m just not feeling it though.

Today I want you to do three things. I don’t ask much of you, so hear me out.

1. Prepare your mind and heart for tomorrow and what it’s really all about.
2. Do not sing or listen to Hark the Harold Angels Sing. (For reasons we have discussed. <– link It’s worth rereading.)
3. Listen to this song. You will not be disappointed. You don’t have to watch the video, it’s just words and pictures. But definitely listen.

I’ll be back later to announce the giveaway winner!

December 24, 2009 at 10:34 am 15 comments

Rookie Mistake

I have a great dog. She’s smart and loving and so stinking cute. At night time she stares at me when she thinks it’s time for me to go to bed. She runs to our bedroom, waits a few minutes, then runs back out to find me and just stares at me. This repeats until she’s too tired to care, then she just lays on the floor by my bed. She does the same thing then it’s time for me to get up in the morning. Somehow she knows weekdays from weekends, don’t ask me how. But she’ll fuss at me and jump up and lick my ear if she thinks I need to get up. She’s never been wrong.

She knows a lot of English. Hungry, thirsty, bone, toy, outside, potty, room, night night. She gets all those, and she obeys. She has a bit of a problem with “Please don’t jump on our house guests” or “I’d rather you not pee all over the floor when people come over” but we’re working on it.

No matter the time or place, if we say, “Rookie go to your room” she’ll run into the nearest kennel.

Case in point. A couple weeks ago we kept our pseudo niece and nephew while their parents went to Galveston for a terrible anniversary weekend. So Pancho and Leia spent some time with Aunt Chelsea, Uncle Steve, and Cousin Rookie. We had a great time. Pancho hid from Rookie and Leia while they played and sniffed each other’s butts. Then they all napped.

Pancho loves Uncle Steve. Since Pancho stole the good sleeping spot, Leia had to settle on this.

Sweet pups! But that wasn’t my point. See how small they are? They share a kennel. A kennel that is still significantly smaller than Rookie’s kennel. So one evening we were about to head out the door. We told Rookie, “Go to your room.” And this is what she did.

Is that not the cutest thing you’ve ever seen?

Want to know what is not the cutest thing you’ve ever seen? Besides the explosive diarrhea, of course. Rookie’s hatred for the mailman. I know it sounds cliché, but it’s true. The mailman is the only person on the planet that Rookie hates. Fortunately she is kenneled during the week so we avoid drama those days, but on the weekends… watch out.

Our mailbox is actually just a slit in our door. Our mailman literally drops the mail into our house. Rookie does not enjoy this. She thinks he’s going to kill his momma. And since she doesn’t like the mailman, she doesn’t like anything he brings. Every time he comes, she goes nuts. Growls, barks, runs all over the house. The hair on the back of her neck sticks up. She looks terribly vicious. And then he starts to put the mail through. She transforms herself into a rabid werewolf a la Taylor Latner and takes care of business.

And we end up with this.

Mail with holes. This was a particularly vicious day. I think it was because Stephen and I were at work and my sister was hanging out at our house. Rookie really wanted to make sure she was safe. Every piece of mail that day had holes in it. THROUGH the envelopes and cards. You could literally hold them up and see straight through them. In multiple places. You know what comes in the mail this time of year?? Christmas cards. My apologies go out to my cousin, Natalie, who now has a hole in her body. And to Taryn. I’m sure it wasn’t personal. I don’t think Rookie can read, so certainly she didn’t know that card was from you and Drew. Or maybe she did and she wanted to toughen your dog up.

The world may never know.

(Giveaway ends tonight. If you haven’t entered, do it.)

December 23, 2009 at 9:56 am 17 comments

Ten on Tuesday (11)

Happy Tuesday, friends! This week we are talking about Christmas. A condensed version of the questions is listed to the right if you click the Ten on Tuesday button. Feel free to participate on your blog of in the comments.

Just a reminder that if you participate on your blog this week, you’ll receive an extra entry in this week’s giveaway. So be sure to add your link to Mr Linky below. Also, if you’re big time, add my ToT button to you post.

(Edited to add) This weeks’ questions come from Sarah at Sojo Blog (<– that’s a link). She’s a real life friend of mine. She and her husband live in Germany right now. Go visit her blog. Thank her for her fun set of questions and see how she answers them. If you’d like to contribute a set of questions, send me an email via the “Contact Me” tab.

1. When do you put up and take down your Christmas decorations?
Well this year we didn’t do so well. Only half of our decorations made it up. (And only half of our Christmas cards made it out… Unfortunately I didn’t keep track of which ones were sent so I have no way of knowing who else I’m supposed to send to. On a related note, if you want a late Christmas card from the Hursts, send me your address! I happened to have some spares laying around now!)

I like to keep our decorations up until New Years, at least. I don’t see why it’s okay to have them up so early but then tear them down the day after Christmas. Doesn’t seem right to me.

2. What do you do to simplify the holiday season?
Drink wine. Kidding. Sort of.

I start shopping early. And I remember the TRUE reason for Christmas. I have a hard time understanding why non-Christians celebrate Christmas. Do they know that they are celebrating the birth of our Savior?? Certainly they don’t actually think that Christmas is just a random day to give everyone gifts and put a tree in our living room. Right? Oh wait… that has nothing to do with the question. Moving on.

3. What do you do to remind yourself and your family what the Christmas season is all about?
Simple, we talk about it. We go to church together and spend time together. Maybe it’s just me but I think it’s sort of hard to ignore the true meaning of Christmas.

4. How do you spend Christmas Eve and Christmas Day?
It changes every year. The only non-negotiable is that we go to church on Christmas Eve. We eat tamales and chili on Christmas Eve after church – so far this has happened every year on my mom’s side, dad’s side, and even Stephen’s side. It’s something that I love.

5. What is your favorite Christmas tradition?
Favorite? No way of knowing. I love the tamales and chili, I love Christmas Eve service, I love getting fun socks in my stocking (Cousin Kim gets these for us), I love watching my dad get excited about the gifts he buys my brother and Stephen. I really love the sweet potatoes. We have the best sweet potatoes. They are better than yours, I promise.

By the way, did I ever show you the picture of my sister making sweet potatoes over Thanksgiving? She was completely grossed out by the sound. (Sorry sister, I love you.)

By the way, to the person that Googled “What do Texans eat on Christmas?”… let this be your guide. And doesn’t anyone else think it’s weird that someone would Google that?? Like we are some other sort of species or something??

6.  Did you do the whole Santa thing growing up? What do you like/not like about continuing the tradition?
Of course we did the Santa thing! Stephen and I will definitely carry on that tradition with our kids. It’s fun and exciting.

I know there are a lot of people who hold the mentality that “kids these days” are so spoiled and they don’t need more things. And what sort of message are we giving our kids by giving them a bunch of stuff they want but don’t need?? In a way, yes, I agree. Kids are spoiled. But that’s not the point. The point of Christmas is that we got a gift that we TOTALLY didn’t deserve. We are spoiled, rotten sinners… but God knew better and gave us a gift. So I don’t think it’s all that bad to mirror that (obviously in a much smaller, less awesomely miraculous way) and give our children a wonderful gift.

That’s my opinion and I’m sticking to it! Plus, my mom says that when you stop believing in Santa, he stops coming. And I really need my annual Cherry Chapstick replenishment in my stocking.

7. What is your favorite Christmas cookie?
Those peanut butter balls. Oh yum. I’ve never made them. I should. Anyone have a good recipe?? I also love shortbread and forgotten cookies and those peanut butter cookies with the kisses on top.

8. How do you take your egg nog?
I don’t take egg nog. I give it back immediately. Gross. It smells gross and looks gross. And the name?? EGG NOG. In the words of my brother: disgrossting.

9. What is your favorite Christmas carol and why?
Oh Holy Night. Why? Well, have you ever heard it? It beautiful and the words are perfect. And did you know that it was the first song ever played on a radio? True story. My friend, Louie Giglio told me. (Just so we’re clear, he doesn’t know we are friends.)

10. When was the last time you had a white Christmas?
A few years ago. I think it was 2005? Couldn’t tell you. Scroll through the comments, I’m sure some of the Houstonians will know. We cam out of Christmas Ever service and it was snowing. It was magical.

Your turn! Click this logo to add your link or to visit other ToTers.

December 22, 2009 at 7:30 am 32 comments

Voting, Christmas, and Hot Godly Men

I’m pretty sure God intended me to have a blog so that I could share the hilarity of my life with people I don’t know. I share stories about Stephen on a regular basis but you don’t hear about other members of my family that often. Today is your lucky day.

Stephen was in a wedding over the weekend and I was kicked out of the house one night so that the groomsmen could drink beer and play poker without any women-folk interfering. So I stayed at my parents house a few blocks over. Sunday morning we were in the kitchen, about to head off to church. My mom has recently been seeking the fashion advice of my sister and I. (I don’t really think I’m someone to be giving out advice on that subject, but whatever.) Last week my mom wanted to wear her new sweater dress with leggings and boots. She wasn’t sure she could pull it off though. So she went up to my sister’s room and woke her up.

Mom- Hey.
Sister- (Groggy.) What?
Mom- Do I look like a slut?

Nice, mom. For the record, she didn’t. She looked totally cute and got a bagillion compliments.

But this weekend she asked her oldest daughter.

Mom- Hey.
Me- Yes.
Mom- You know how you hear all those stories about ugly Christmas sweaters?
Me- Yeah.
Mom- Um. (pause) Is this one?

And then I laughed. I told her no. It wasn’t an ugly Christmas sweater. It was just a mommy Christmas sweater. But we’ll let you place your vote. She doesn’t want to wear something that makes her look dumb.

Sorry about the lighting, I’m not P Dub.

We happened to see an awful Christmas sweater just an hour later while we were at church so I was able to educate her on what a true ugly Christmas sweater was all about. They really should be banned from Christmas.

Want to know what else should be banned from Christmas? Ridiculous Christmas songs that make no sense. I’ve heard multiple examples of this over the past couple weeks and I’m not going to get into it too much. I just want to point one thing out. You know that song “When Christmas Comes To Town” from Polar Express? Yeah, I actually like that song. I think it’s pretty. But last week I heard a line that made me rolls my eyes and say, “Oh puh-lease!”

“When Santa’s sleigh bells ring, I listen all around. The herald angels sing, I never hear a sound.”

I’m sorry what? Last time I check, the angels don’t sing for Santa. They sing when Jesus comes to town, not Santa. Or did I read the story wrong? Excuse me while I consult Luke 2.

Fortunately I had the opportunity to sing about the true harold angels this weekend. I went to the Glory in the Highest concert with Chris Tomlin and Louie Giglio. Well, I didn’t go with them. I went to the Glory in the Highest concert featuring Chris Tomlin and Louie Giglio. (Although maybe I should have kept that sentence as it was so you think I’m a bigger deal than I am.) Regardless, I was there and they were there. Boy howdy, were they there!! It was phenomenal. I think Chris is, hands down, the greatest worship leader out there. His voice, his words, his talent. Fabulous.

In case you haven’t heard, Chris is Stephany’s future husband. In fact, I think many women think that he is their future husband. There’s just something about a hot, godly man. They make you smile.

I should know.

(ToT questions will be posted shortly. It’s the Christmas edition! If you participate in this week’s ToT on your blog, you’ll get an extra entry in this Friday’s giveaway. I know you don’t know what it is yet, but does it really matter? Also, while we are talking giveaways. My mom and sister expressed their sadness that they can’t win since they are related. I told them they could win. But they assured me it wouldn’t be fair and you guys would get mad. So lets put that up to a vote too. Two things to vote on today: Is my mom’s sweater ugly? AND Can people related to me win the giveaways?)

December 21, 2009 at 9:38 am 23 comments

Beggars Can Be Choosers

Yesterday I picked Lyndsey up from the airport so we could go to lunch and I could see her for an hour or two. She lives across the country and we only get to see each other 2 or 3 times a year. We treasure our time together. When I got out of the car to help her with her bags (yes, multiple) she exclaimed, “Chelsea! You’re so skinny!”

Oh I love her. Although I’d allow her to greet me with, “Chelsea! You’ve put on weight!” or “Chelsea! Lay off the PW cinnamon rolls!” if it meant that I could see her. Beggars can’t be choosers, right?

How many times have you heard that? I hate that saying. I mean, it’s sort of true, but it’s still dumb. I guess maybe we should specify our begging from the beginning so that we don’t have to be choosey later. Don’t say, “I really want a pedicure.” Instead say, “I really want a good pedicure with comfy massage chairs that doesn’t cost more than $25.” Ba-da-bing! No choosing.

“I really want to buy a house with my husband.” No no. Instead, “I really want to buy a nice house in a good neighborhood with no ‘old house drama’ and a low interest rate.”


“I really want to see my best friend more than 3 times a year and hear her tell me how skinny she thinks I am.”

Excellent. I’m not choosing, just specifically begging. So I’m not being rude.

(Insert awkward segue here.)

This week, you get to choose your prize! Well, not entirely. But you get to choose your fabric. And we all know that appearance is everything. Right? Okay well maybe not, but it sure helps when it comes to accessories!

Baffin Bags is giving away a clutch wallet and matching key fob of your choice. So you can beg me to win, and then you can choose your prize. See? Beggars CAN be choosers. Man, it took me like two years to GET TO A POINT. (I don’t even know why I’m trying. I know you just want to see the goods.)

So you get a clutch wallet and a key fob. These key fobs are so popular right now amongst the blog world. Have you seen them?

How cute is that? Don’t you just love that fabric? Or maybe this one.

I actually bought my sister-in-law some coasters in that fabric. There’s a special place in my heart for burnt orange. Maybe there’s a special place in your heart for burnt orange too.

But you also have to consider the clutch. Always consider the clutch.

Seriously y’all. I love that. The polka dots make me smile. Do polka dots make you smile?

But wait. Not that I want to influence your decision, but I think I have found my favorite.

I love a good damask print, but it’s the pop of pink that makes me drool.

Interested? Of course you are. Why wouldn’t you be. Have I mentioned that I am this close to having a niece? Do you know what my niece needs? THIS.

Those snaps look like candies! Avery would love those snaps. Too bad you can’t win that in the giveaway and give it to me. Because I know y’all would… you know, if you could.

On to the details. There will be one winner. The winner will get a clutch and key fob in the fabric of their choice. (Fabric will be the same on both items.) The giveaway will be open until Wednesday at midnight and I’ll announce the winner next Thursday or Friday. There are 5 ways to enter:

  • Just leave a comment. Tell me a random fact about yourself.
  • Tweet about the giveaway.
  • Blog about the giveaway.
  • Add my button to you sidebar. (The code doesn’t work so save it as a jpg and just make sure it links back properly.)
  • Go to the Baffin Bags Shop (<– that’s a link) and tell me which fabric you’d choose. (Don’t worry, we won’t hold you to it!)

Since y’all aren’t the best at following directions, I’ll give you an option. (I’m all about the choices today.) You can leave a new comment for each entry (hint, this is easier for my list writing and paper cutting drawing process) or just leave one big comment. If you leave one big comment, make sure to say something like, “This is good for ____ entries lady!”

Good luck friends.

(WordPress doesn’t recognize “pedicure” as a real word. I have never been more disappointed in WP than I am at this moment.)

December 18, 2009 at 9:24 am 62 comments

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