<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:25:54.563-08:00</updated><category term='Try Our Southern Hospitality'/><category term='Yvette Designs'/><category term='The Little Studio'/><category term='Senseless Acts of Craftiness'/><category term='A Walk In My Shoes'/><category term='Our Little Cottage'/><title type='text'>Yvette Designs Her Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290.post-4945098734557852450</id><published>2007-08-08T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T18:04:57.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've moved!</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone, I have moved to my own site! Stop by to check it out, and don't forget to say Hi while you're there. Sorry to those of you who have me on your blogrolls, but I've had it with Blogger. We're breaking up, so to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new address is &lt;a href="http://www.monicacrowe.com"&gt;www.monicacrowe.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"See you" there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995040793354536290-4945098734557852450?l=yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/4945098734557852450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995040793354536290&amp;postID=4945098734557852450' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/4945098734557852450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/4945098734557852450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/08/ive-moved.html' title='I&apos;ve moved!'/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290.post-5465406534135299891</id><published>2007-08-04T16:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T16:47:21.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RrUILFHeR1I/AAAAAAAABE0/qEw2t15VR6I/s1600-h/nice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RrUILFHeR1I/AAAAAAAABE0/qEw2t15VR6I/s400/nice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094987539884689234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I made it in! I'm going back to school this fall, and am actually very excited about this because lately, I've been feeling at a loss of things to do. I can't wait to get fresh notebooks, pens, and to go shopping for "school clothes". It's like being a kid all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This prim and perfect closet inspired me to redo my own. It's looking very good, though I'm not quite finished yet. Yesterday, my extreme organizing session caused me to purge heaps of clothes that weren't ever going to be worn again, along with other accessories like belts and such. One garage sale coming up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995040793354536290-5465406534135299891?l=yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/5465406534135299891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995040793354536290&amp;postID=5465406534135299891' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/5465406534135299891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/5465406534135299891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-made-it-in-im-going-back-to-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RrUILFHeR1I/AAAAAAAABE0/qEw2t15VR6I/s72-c/nice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290.post-1988564988192670653</id><published>2007-07-30T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T14:39:06.427-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Walk In My Shoes'/><title type='text'>Full Circle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rq5V1VHeRwI/AAAAAAAABEM/EHm8SaBzUwk/s1600-h/facilities_photo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093102603292526338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rq5V1VHeRwI/AAAAAAAABEM/EHm8SaBzUwk/s400/facilities_photo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know it's been a while since I last wrote, but as you may have noticed, I have been making some very life altering decisions lately. What I've decided is that I'm going back to school to finish my art degree in Graphic Design. Since I already have a laundry list of previous credits, this will only take me two years to complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trey and I still intend to continue learning about real estate to prepare ourselves for the right time for us to purchase. A few setbacks that gave me such a stressful time last week have thrown a wrench in our plans, but we're mostly undeterred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rq5Vw1HeRvI/AAAAAAAABEE/668agIUGXSI/s1600-h/facilities_photo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093102525983114994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rq5Vw1HeRvI/AAAAAAAABEE/668agIUGXSI/s400/facilities_photo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Graphic Design Lab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These photos that I've posted are photos of the &lt;a href="http://www.art.latech.edu/about_invitation.html"&gt;La. Tech University School of Art&lt;/a&gt; where I studied my first year in college. I've come full circle back to the place where I started. It's kind of funny because back then, I couldn't wait to move on to better places. Compared to all of the places I've been, and there have been many, this public university has the best art program in the south central and the most beautiful, clean campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rq5VrFHeRuI/AAAAAAAABD8/P-L2T68nXqQ/s1600-h/facilities_photo4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093102427198867170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rq5VrFHeRuI/AAAAAAAABD8/P-L2T68nXqQ/s400/facilities_photo4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now, I can't wait to get back. The only thing is that I won't know if I've been accepted to the school until Thursday. I'm kind of nervous &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; the timing is right down to the wire. Classes begin soon, and deadlines for this and that are looming. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Eeek&lt;/span&gt;! I'm biting my nails down to nothing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995040793354536290-1988564988192670653?l=yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/1988564988192670653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995040793354536290&amp;postID=1988564988192670653' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/1988564988192670653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/1988564988192670653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/07/full-circle.html' title='Full Circle'/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rq5V1VHeRwI/AAAAAAAABEM/EHm8SaBzUwk/s72-c/facilities_photo1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290.post-7388179165538280640</id><published>2007-07-23T08:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T09:11:25.406-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our Little Cottage'/><title type='text'>Redecorating and the Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote id="4c2f50a8"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RqTJRlHeRpI/AAAAAAAABDA/aFFn5O4gb8M/s1600-h/LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090414782693918354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RqTJRlHeRpI/AAAAAAAABDA/aFFn5O4gb8M/s400/LR.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My honey on the couch reading the new Harry Potter book. Can't wait to get my hands on that book!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As you may know, Trey and I put in an offer on a duplex in our area. Well, the sellers counter offered, but based on the numbers and other factors, we decided to pass. At the end of our tense week, Trey and I felt like we needed a change around here. So, what did we do? We decorated together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RqTJIVHeRoI/AAAAAAAABC4/7ZhDnG37zvU/s1600-h/rug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090414623780128386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RqTJIVHeRoI/AAAAAAAABC4/7ZhDnG37zvU/s400/rug.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know! You are probably just as shocked as I am. Last weekend, when I changed the upper cabinet vignette, he huffed and hawed when I asked him for help. This weekend, he actually took the initiative to move the seating arrangement in the living room. It was his idea. Though, I guess moving furniture&lt;em&gt; is&lt;/em&gt; more manly than arranging trinkets. We later added this rug to the area to anchor it in the large, open concept living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RqTIwlHeRnI/AAAAAAAABCw/Ey5VzEHTXnE/s1600-h/perk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090414215758235250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RqTIwlHeRnI/AAAAAAAABCw/Ey5VzEHTXnE/s400/perk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Next, we finally got around to unpacking a set of dishes that we got as a wedding gift two years ago. This required us to wash, and pack away all of the white, bistro style dishes we've been using, another wedding gift. The "new" set is such a nice change. The colors are caramel and chocolate, perfect for a warm, cozy look. It seems that I'm already anxiously wishing for fall, my favorite time of year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RqTIkFHeRmI/AAAAAAAABCo/TxeoZaKxv-Y/s1600-h/PICT0100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090414001009870434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RqTIkFHeRmI/AAAAAAAABCo/TxeoZaKxv-Y/s400/PICT0100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally, you see this cute little Lulu baby? Well, I love her to death, but she is just a little piggy! This morning, she danced, and jumped, and spinned around excitedly in expectation of her morning meal. I set her food and a large bowl of water down. Happily, she inhaled the whole bowl of water, and then began to gobble her food. Twenty minutes later, when I got up from the couch to answer the phone, I discovered that she'd left me some nice and quite unexpected presents. I found not one, not two, but&lt;em&gt; four&lt;/em&gt; puddles of Lulu vomit on the floor. She even left me a little spot on the rug! Ack! Disgusting. What will I ever do with you Lulu? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995040793354536290-7388179165538280640?l=yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/7388179165538280640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995040793354536290&amp;postID=7388179165538280640' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/7388179165538280640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/7388179165538280640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/07/redecorating-and-baby.html' title='Redecorating and the Baby'/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RqTJRlHeRpI/AAAAAAAABDA/aFFn5O4gb8M/s72-c/LR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290.post-3513177120769622948</id><published>2007-07-19T19:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T20:02:07.522-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Walk In My Shoes'/><title type='text'>Investor To Be: That's Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RqAjJZS3sMI/AAAAAAAABBo/6aaUCsgGFuc/s1600-h/utilize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RqAjJZS3sMI/AAAAAAAABBo/6aaUCsgGFuc/s400/utilize.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089106223244488898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Big news here! Trey and I have found the first property that we hope to be investing in. It's a  duplex with lots of charm, and character in the Garden District. Tonight, we took the plunge, met with our Realtor, and put an offer in to the seller. It's too soon to tell where the tide will turn, but we should know if our offer is accepted by this coming Monday. I'm keeping my fingers crossed, am holding my breath, and am smooshing my face up in a wincing/smiling manner. Can you see it? Good thing I didn't post a photo of me doing this. Scary. I'll keep you posted as things develop. So excited and nervous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the way, isn't this photo that has nothing to do with my topic really dreamy? I love how clean, fresh, and organized it appears to be. If only every corner of my home looked this way right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995040793354536290-3513177120769622948?l=yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/3513177120769622948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995040793354536290&amp;postID=3513177120769622948' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/3513177120769622948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/3513177120769622948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/07/investor-to-be-thats-me.html' title='Investor To Be: That&apos;s Me!'/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RqAjJZS3sMI/AAAAAAAABBo/6aaUCsgGFuc/s72-c/utilize.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290.post-2912480514276103661</id><published>2007-07-16T13:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T13:53:50.756-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our Little Cottage'/><title type='text'>Revolving Display Decor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RpvVJJS3sLI/AAAAAAAABBg/UiPHRsVdBmY/s1600-h/revolver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RpvVJJS3sLI/AAAAAAAABBg/UiPHRsVdBmY/s400/revolver.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087894557135712434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You can probably tell that I've been in a bit of a decorating mood lately.  Well, yesterday I was struck with the desire to change my revolving upper cabinet display. I do this from time to time because it's the first thing you see when you walk into the house, and I think it is nice to be greeted by an attractive vignette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RpvVBJS3sKI/AAAAAAAABBY/3Xt9swIApzY/s1600-h/revolver+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RpvVBJS3sKI/AAAAAAAABBY/3Xt9swIApzY/s400/revolver+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087894419696758946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Possibly, I got this obsession of mine from Feng Shui, in which you are supposed to have a nice piece of art work in your line of site upon entrance to a room. Now, I may as well start hanging crystals from the doorways to promote good chi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all seriousness though, the house does seem to feel much better now than before when, in my opinion, the cabinet display was a bit untidy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RpvU1pS3sJI/AAAAAAAABBQ/MdR7Z62F9YI/s1600-h/display.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RpvU1pS3sJI/AAAAAAAABBQ/MdR7Z62F9YI/s400/display.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087894222128263314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is a fuzzy photo (I really need a tripod) of the front door corner of the house, which is a mostly unused entrance. I've been trying to figure out what to do with this nook for a while now. Eventually, I may turn it into a bar ware and liquor storage area. Don't get me wrong, I really don't drink enough for this to be a necessary addition. I just think it would be nice for entertaining purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are wondering, I painted the art work in this photo, and drew the framed piece atop the cabinets in the previous pictures. The huge Starbucks mug is not meant for consumption, and I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; play the djimbe drum once in a while. No, it's not a bongo, but I'm not entirely sure that I spelled "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;djimbe&lt;/span&gt;" correctly either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995040793354536290-2912480514276103661?l=yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/2912480514276103661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995040793354536290&amp;postID=2912480514276103661' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/2912480514276103661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/2912480514276103661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/07/revolving-display-decor.html' title='Revolving Display Decor'/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RpvVJJS3sLI/AAAAAAAABBg/UiPHRsVdBmY/s72-c/revolver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290.post-9156542516593329177</id><published>2007-07-12T19:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T20:32:14.031-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Walk In My Shoes'/><title type='text'>Less Vs. More</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RpbuGpS3sBI/AAAAAAAABAQ/pvnBtuAbnEM/s1600-h/hssbs210_1A_livingroom_w609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RpbuGpS3sBI/AAAAAAAABAQ/pvnBtuAbnEM/s400/hssbs210_1A_livingroom_w609.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086514627093180434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Years ago, when my husband and I were newly weds, we lived in a 700 square foot apartment. It was cramped, but high on style, high on cozy, and we were so very happy there. We talked a lot about the kind of life that we could build together, as we still do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rpbt-ZS3sAI/AAAAAAAABAI/wr-91PexE8c/s1600-h/hssbs212_4B_kitchen_w609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rpbt-ZS3sAI/AAAAAAAABAI/wr-91PexE8c/s400/hssbs212_4B_kitchen_w609.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086514485359259650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the time, one of our big ideas was that less was more. We talked about how most people buy more house than they need and end up paying a massive mortgage when they could otherwise be using their money for more profitable endeavors. One day, we vowed, we'd build and live in a micro home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RpbpAJS3r_I/AAAAAAAABAA/IWcE3eeqfow/s1600-h/hssbs310_3A_closet_w609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RpbpAJS3r_I/AAAAAAAABAA/IWcE3eeqfow/s400/hssbs310_3A_closet_w609.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086509017865891826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now, I know you are probably thinking that we had some pretty crazy notions, and that our new love for one another was seriously getting to our heads. Well, we still think it's a valid idea, and maybe one day we'll down size. These photos were all taken from the HGTV website. All of these homes are 900 square feet or less. It just goes to show that you can do a whole lot with just a little space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rpbo2pS3r-I/AAAAAAAAA_4/s2oNPUq-ufk/s1600-h/hssbs308_2B_lounge_w609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rpbo2pS3r-I/AAAAAAAAA_4/s2oNPUq-ufk/s400/hssbs308_2B_lounge_w609.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086508854657134562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In a lot of cases, I think that small homes are cozier, more friendly, and inviting. Since there is a shortage on square footage, it forces one to pair down possessions and to really think about what one's money is spent on. I mean, do you really need one more comforter set when you already have 2 and only one bed?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995040793354536290-9156542516593329177?l=yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/9156542516593329177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995040793354536290&amp;postID=9156542516593329177' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/9156542516593329177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/9156542516593329177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/07/less-vs-more.html' title='Less Vs. More'/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RpbuGpS3sBI/AAAAAAAABAQ/pvnBtuAbnEM/s72-c/hssbs210_1A_livingroom_w609.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290.post-537860444015880593</id><published>2007-07-10T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T21:00:23.877-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Walk In My Shoes'/><title type='text'>7 Random Facts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RpRKYPoaAsI/AAAAAAAAA-A/bC1S0u3Rlm8/s1600-h/img_charmer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RpRKYPoaAsI/AAAAAAAAA-A/bC1S0u3Rlm8/s400/img_charmer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085771659581457090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;New Orleans artist unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been tagged! I feel like I should now be running around the edge of the front yard chasing and pummeling the random walkers who come by every day whilst I shriek, "Tag, you're it!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Rules:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start with 7 random facts/habits about yourself. People who are tagged need to then report this on their own blog with their 7 things as well as these rules. They then need to tag 7 others and list their names on their blog. They are also asked to leave a comment for each of the tagged, letting them know they have been tagged and to read the blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Randomness:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I don't own one pair of solid white socks. Not one. They are all funky colors and patterns, and     I wear them way up to my knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I like to take long drives by myself so I can sing my favorite songs at the top of my lungs, all         the while pretending that I'm really a rock star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I used to be obsessed with the idea of circus side show "freaks" like the contortionists and the     fire breathers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Some of the careers that I've considered have been..(are you ready for this?) actor, musician,     writer, artist, fashion magazine editor, fashion stylist, fashion designer, interior designer,               psychiatrist, college professor, linguist...and I'm sure there's more. Whew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. For 7 years I wanted a male Boston Terrier, whom I'd name Mr. McDoogal, so I could dress him in plaid, argyle, and little spiked     collars. Finally, I got my Boston Terrier Lulu (female).  The farting, burping, bug eyed, smelly baby girl     that you see at the top right of this blog. Awww! Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Currently, I'm obsessed with the idea of getting my nose pierced with just a little dainty stud.     I have no way of justifying this to anyone who would be shocked and dismayed by this except     for, "What?, Indian women do it to ease the pain of childbirth. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;might&lt;/span&gt; get pregnant one day.     Shrugs".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I am presently the recipient of 15 free magazines that I got through my father in law's                  unused Delta Sky Miles. Yes, I said 15.  A bit extreme, you say? Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://completegeek.net/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complete Geek&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check him out! This blog is so funny, and it's not just because he's my hubby.&lt;br /&gt;I'll let the rest of my friends off the hook this time, but next time it's "Tag, you're it!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995040793354536290-537860444015880593?l=yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/537860444015880593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995040793354536290&amp;postID=537860444015880593' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/537860444015880593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/537860444015880593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/07/7-random-facts.html' title='7 Random Facts'/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RpRKYPoaAsI/AAAAAAAAA-A/bC1S0u3Rlm8/s72-c/img_charmer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290.post-7431643109768952680</id><published>2007-07-02T15:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T16:15:06.379-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Walk In My Shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our Little Cottage'/><title type='text'>Bath Junkie!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rol8yvoaAlI/AAAAAAAAA9I/SE77JOAeXmg/s1600-h/colors_02.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rol8yvoaAlI/AAAAAAAAA9I/SE77JOAeXmg/s400/colors_02.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082730865685561938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I got the chance to duck into one of my favorite bath stores, &lt;a href="http://www.bathjunkie.com/cgi-bin/index.cgi?action=home"&gt;Bath Junkie&lt;/a&gt;.  Their customizable  products range from bath salts to shampoo, from makeup to doggy wash, home cleansers and much more.  What a treat for my cousin Kayla and I to get the complementary warm water, hand scrub, and moisturizing treatment. Afterwards, our hands felt baby soft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I knew I'd end up buying something because I've realized by now that unless I really want to spend my money, I should not even set one little toe into that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rol8lfoaAkI/AAAAAAAAA9A/LtCmV_ppxiQ/s1600-h/bathtub_02.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rol8lfoaAkI/AAAAAAAAA9A/LtCmV_ppxiQ/s400/bathtub_02.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082730638052295234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ultimately, I ended up buying a house wives dream product. It's a multitasking, antibacterial, non-toxic cleanser. You customize the scent to your liking, and it drowns out the usual harsh chemical smell that most products have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are over 200 fragrances to choose from that can be mixed and matched.  They have "menus" with plenty of great scent combo suggestions. I chose Pink Sugar, Spring Fling., and it is yummy. Who knew that I could ever be so excited to go home and clean? I'm telling you, it's a dream product! My house smelled of sweetness for nearly 2 days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995040793354536290-7431643109768952680?l=yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/7431643109768952680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995040793354536290&amp;postID=7431643109768952680' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/7431643109768952680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/7431643109768952680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/07/bath-junkie.html' title='Bath Junkie!!!'/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rol8yvoaAlI/AAAAAAAAA9I/SE77JOAeXmg/s72-c/colors_02.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290.post-7836585778158412644</id><published>2007-06-29T11:23:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T11:30:46.942-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Little Studio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yvette Designs'/><title type='text'>Posts Galore!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RoVOLfoaAjI/AAAAAAAAA84/2IMGAt_Y3Yk/s1600-h/gasl04_paintpalette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RoVOLfoaAjI/AAAAAAAAA84/2IMGAt_Y3Yk/s400/gasl04_paintpalette.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081553713933976114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this color palate just so girly and fun? I'd have at least one room like this in the house if it wasn't for the man of the house. He'd put a fast veto down on this one. Cool headboard treatment too, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RoVOH_oaAiI/AAAAAAAAA8w/NDe5akNWw5s/s1600-h/gasl_flowers_vase_16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RoVOH_oaAiI/AAAAAAAAA8w/NDe5akNWw5s/s400/gasl_flowers_vase_16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081553653804433954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These Gerbra Daisies are the same colors and flowers we had at our wedding though, so at least he gave me that much. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;two&lt;/span&gt; new posts (Yes, two!) over at YD Blog today. So go check them out for more eye candy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://yvettejewelrydesigns.blogspot.com/2007/06/studio-decorating-inspiration.html"&gt;This one &lt;/a&gt;concerns my studio decorating plans, and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://yvettejewelrydesigns.blogspot.com/2007/06/studio-friday-studio-summer-brunch.html"&gt;This one&lt;/a&gt; is my Studio Friday post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995040793354536290-7836585778158412644?l=yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/7836585778158412644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995040793354536290&amp;postID=7836585778158412644' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/7836585778158412644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/7836585778158412644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/06/posts-galore.html' title='Posts Galore!'/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RoVOLfoaAjI/AAAAAAAAA84/2IMGAt_Y3Yk/s72-c/gasl04_paintpalette.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290.post-7689825189832872715</id><published>2007-06-27T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T17:37:48.284-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Little Studio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Walk In My Shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our Little Cottage'/><title type='text'>Studio: The Other Side</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RoL9DfoaAUI/AAAAAAAAA7A/6OjUfbPPbUI/s1600-h/studio+bed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RoL9DfoaAUI/AAAAAAAAA7A/6OjUfbPPbUI/s400/studio+bed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080901566099751234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, I got the urge to rearrange my studio the other day. I didn't know I even had that much energy to spare, but suddenly I was moving heavy furniture, sweeping, and clutter busting like a woman hopped up on too much caffeine. This is a view of the other side of the room, which I've never shown until now. I love to sit on the daybed and look out of the big arch window at the massive old pecan trees, the magnolia, and the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RoL86PoaATI/AAAAAAAAA64/_FHz5vR7YlU/s1600-h/PICT0929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RoL86PoaATI/AAAAAAAAA64/_FHz5vR7YlU/s400/PICT0929.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080901407185961266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, I think I'll outfit the daybed with large backing pillows, and bolster pillows for the sides, making it more of a sofa than a bed.  This bookshelf, above, is a 3 tiered vintage oak piece that my mom and I searched for when I was a child. It's exactly what I had wanted, and we were so thrilled to find it at a large flea market in Shreveport, La. I love the memory of that day when I discovered rock candy and antiques. I swear that I could literally feel the energy of each old item we brought home that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RoL8ivoaASI/AAAAAAAAA6w/lIhkZ2DbYQ0/s1600-h/shelf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RoL8ivoaASI/AAAAAAAAA6w/lIhkZ2DbYQ0/s400/shelf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080901003459035426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995040793354536290-7689825189832872715?l=yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/7689825189832872715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995040793354536290&amp;postID=7689825189832872715' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/7689825189832872715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/7689825189832872715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/06/studio-other-side.html' title='Studio: The Other Side'/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RoL9DfoaAUI/AAAAAAAAA7A/6OjUfbPPbUI/s72-c/studio+bed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290.post-2705404906778081954</id><published>2007-06-25T18:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T18:24:04.423-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Walk In My Shoes'/><title type='text'>Be Lame or Get New Frames?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RoBoA5dc7CI/AAAAAAAAA6o/ORekLJ1r6dM/s1600-h/d+and+g+at+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RoBoA5dc7CI/AAAAAAAAA6o/ORekLJ1r6dM/s400/d+and+g+at+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080174744307559458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was checking out the Lenscrafters site just now because I am in the market for some new glasses. Shhh! Don't tell my mom. She forbids me to fraternize with her competitors. Just so you know, she's been in the optical business for many years; same crappy company, and I'm not going to drop any names here. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RoBn5Zdc7BI/AAAAAAAAA6g/y3MxiHbCjmE/s1600-h/ferragamo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RoBn5Zdc7BI/AAAAAAAAA6g/y3MxiHbCjmE/s400/ferragamo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080174615458540562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm not sure how realistic a new pair of specs really is, (especially these name brands). Wow! I have expensive taste too. The ones on the top by Dolce and Gabbana are $300 and I doubt it's because of their superior make. You're paying for the name. I get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RoBnzpdc7AI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/l4iqduhxLdM/s1600-h/dk+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RoBnzpdc7AI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/l4iqduhxLdM/s400/dk+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080174516674292738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seems like I'm obviously leaning towards the butterfly frames. That's what they are called, and this flower child does not know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I've been saving my money to buy a new car, I have wanted to spend it so badly. It wasn't until I started to pad the piggy that I started shopping for Citizen watches and trendy frames.  I must not let the urge defeat me. Must not...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995040793354536290-2705404906778081954?l=yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/2705404906778081954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995040793354536290&amp;postID=2705404906778081954' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/2705404906778081954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/2705404906778081954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/06/be-lame-or-get-new-frames.html' title='Be Lame or Get New Frames?'/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RoBoA5dc7CI/AAAAAAAAA6o/ORekLJ1r6dM/s72-c/d+and+g+at+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290.post-8649589114802856963</id><published>2007-06-24T15:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T15:23:35.318-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Walk In My Shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yvette Designs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our Little Cottage'/><title type='text'>Hotel Chic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rn7qC5dc6-I/AAAAAAAAA6I/XIo4xcZFAWI/s1600-h/des+inc+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rn7qC5dc6-I/AAAAAAAAA6I/XIo4xcZFAWI/s400/des+inc+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079754765225487330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, here we go again with my Sarah Richardson design obsession. This time, the images are from her other show, &lt;a href="http://www.designinc.ca/home/"&gt;Design Inc.&lt;/a&gt; Just like her other web site, you can scroll through photos of every room she's done so far for the t.v. series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like the colors in the above room. They are so fun and vibrant, especially with all of the patterned fabric and accessories dotted here and there. It almost feels like a Pier 1 ad, but somehow way cooler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rn7p85dc69I/AAAAAAAAA6A/xaBLqxzbT0o/s1600-h/design+inc+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rn7p85dc69I/AAAAAAAAA6A/xaBLqxzbT0o/s400/design+inc+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079754662146272210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some time now, I've been a huge fan of &lt;a href="http://www.hoteldesignmagazine.com/hoteldesign/static/staticHtml.jsp?id=372217"&gt;hotel style design&lt;/a&gt;, and I think these next two photos capture that ambiance perfectly. They are simple, and chic. I would just love to have this black and white room transplanted into my home. I usually don't like the idea of copying a designer room because I think it's too impersonal, but for a look like this, I can make an exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rn7p4Zdc68I/AAAAAAAAA54/cAl_qq36kAE/s1600-h/design+inc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rn7p4Zdc68I/AAAAAAAAA54/cAl_qq36kAE/s400/design+inc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079754584836860866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally, this last room is so yummy and girly to me. I seem to gravitate toward color combos of pink and chocolate brown.  Originally, I wanted to use this color pairing as my YD brand image logo, but decided against it after all because I thought the pink would put some ladies off. I believe that  a lot of women see pink as a symbol of weakness, and in this womens' lib day and age, pink has been relegated to a color just for little girls. It's a shame, really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995040793354536290-8649589114802856963?l=yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/8649589114802856963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995040793354536290&amp;postID=8649589114802856963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/8649589114802856963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/8649589114802856963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/06/hotel-chic.html' title='Hotel Chic'/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rn7qC5dc6-I/AAAAAAAAA6I/XIo4xcZFAWI/s72-c/des+inc+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290.post-7720646078111931238</id><published>2007-06-20T08:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T08:48:06.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, the Smell of Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RnlLVZdc61I/AAAAAAAAA5A/tdpu8hQyaFk/s1600-h/503228746_c065ea9711.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RnlLVZdc61I/AAAAAAAAA5A/tdpu8hQyaFk/s400/503228746_c065ea9711.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078172885820697426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, serenity and beauty. Can't you just smell this dewy field of flowers? No time for me to smell the flowers here today. I have a lot to do for the YD web site and for this house. I just wanted to alert you all to the new YD Jewelry blog post where you'll get to see some new designs. &lt;a href="http://yvettejewelrydesigns.blogspot.com/2007/06/new-styles.html"&gt;Check it out!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995040793354536290-7720646078111931238?l=yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/7720646078111931238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995040793354536290&amp;postID=7720646078111931238' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/7720646078111931238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/7720646078111931238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/06/ah-smell-of-work.html' title='Ah, the Smell of Work'/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RnlLVZdc61I/AAAAAAAAA5A/tdpu8hQyaFk/s72-c/503228746_c065ea9711.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290.post-9124514296704342024</id><published>2007-06-19T16:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T16:34:03.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tales From the Toilet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rnhj7Zdc6wI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/wzKsM-y957U/s1600-h/soap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rnhj7Zdc6wI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/wzKsM-y957U/s400/soap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077918451958082306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday was bath room cleaning day. Joy! My favorite day of the week.  Since I am kind of particular when it comes to aesthetics, I only buy Ivory soap because it's well, ...white and it floats too! That's actually part of their gimmick. "The soap that floats." Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rnhj1Jdc6vI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/GczXqEaIU5A/s1600-h/mirror+image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rnhj1Jdc6vI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/GczXqEaIU5A/s400/mirror+image.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077918344583899890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Late last week, the hubby and I went to Target to pick up some things including a massive package of soap. This meant, of course, that I was going to have to individually unwrap 16 bars. Usually, this is not particularly enjoyable, but this time I noticed that the wrappers were like little fortune cookies, or even like little Mr. Miyagi's dispensing wisdom and truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rnhjvpdc6uI/AAAAAAAAA4I/G4piLl9rsAE/s1600-h/shelf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rnhjvpdc6uI/AAAAAAAAA4I/G4piLl9rsAE/s400/shelf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077918250094619362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Each and every bar shared a new philosophy. I was intrigued, so I thought I'd take the time to share. I also kind of wished that I had opened them all individually, as needed, instead of getting all of my life lessons in one pop. Here, my friends, are squeaky clean lessons straight from the soap wrapper:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    *Happiness is not a destination, it is a journey, pure and simple.&lt;br /&gt;    *Making the simple complicated is easy; making the complicated simple is brilliance.&lt;br /&gt;    *If you want to be free, learn to live simply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995040793354536290-9124514296704342024?l=yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/9124514296704342024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995040793354536290&amp;postID=9124514296704342024' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/9124514296704342024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/9124514296704342024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/06/tales-from-toilet.html' title='Tales From the Toilet'/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rnhj7Zdc6wI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/wzKsM-y957U/s72-c/soap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290.post-3706450480942430956</id><published>2007-06-18T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T06:34:44.885-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Walk In My Shoes'/><title type='text'>Big Bird and Tall Tales</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was just reading &lt;a href="http://mybellacolle.blogspot.com/2007/06/wow-i-learned-something-new.html"&gt;My Bella Colle's&lt;/a&gt; blog and thought the Sesame Street Quiz was hilarious. Since I quite enjoy doing silly things for fun, I thought I'd take the quiz. So, here are the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Big Bird&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/thesesamestreetpersonalityquiz/big-bird.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talented, smart, and friendly... you're also one of the sanest people around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are usually feeling: Happy. From riding a unicycle to writing poetry, you have plenty of hobbies to keep you busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are famous for: Being a friend to everyone. Even the grumpiest person gets along with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you live your life: Joyfully. "Super. Duper. Flooper."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thesesamestreetpersonalityquiz/"&gt;The Sesame Street Personality Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! These quizzes are pretty accurate.&lt;br /&gt;You know what's funny about this? When my mom was a kid, she had a school assignment to write a short story for underprivileged children who didn't have books to read. Everyone's stories were mailed off all over the country.&lt;br /&gt;My mom's story was about this giant yellow bird that was a friend to all children. This was long before Sesame Street, mind you. Then, when I was a child singing along to "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...tell me how to, how to get..." &lt;/span&gt;my mom was shocked to see the Big Bird character. She's still quite suspicious that some big shot read her story and stole her character idea.&lt;br /&gt;Kind of ironic, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995040793354536290-3706450480942430956?l=yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/3706450480942430956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995040793354536290&amp;postID=3706450480942430956' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/3706450480942430956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/3706450480942430956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/06/big-bird-and-tall-tales.html' title='Big Bird and Tall Tales'/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290.post-3349643311301119593</id><published>2007-06-15T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T08:13:31.081-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yvette Designs'/><title type='text'>More Jewelry!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RnKrbpdc6tI/AAAAAAAAA4A/zHqxnBoSC-o/s1600-h/ring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RnKrbpdc6tI/AAAAAAAAA4A/zHqxnBoSC-o/s400/ring.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076308221474171602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Would you believe that I bought this one too? Well, don't because I didn't.  It sure is nice though, and very different at that. Maybe one day, I'll be making things like this. Sigh, one day. Until then, I can just admire it on my computer screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I posted on a new Studio Friday topic today over at the other blog, so hurry along to see my &lt;a href="http://yvettejewelrydesigns.blogspot.com/2007/06/studio-friday-wabi-sabi.html"&gt;new jewelry&lt;/a&gt; designs! New jewelry is the link, in case you didn't catch it. Bye, now. Oh, and Happy Friday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995040793354536290-3349643311301119593?l=yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/3349643311301119593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995040793354536290&amp;postID=3349643311301119593' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/3349643311301119593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/3349643311301119593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/06/more-jewelry.html' title='More Jewelry!'/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RnKrbpdc6tI/AAAAAAAAA4A/zHqxnBoSC-o/s72-c/ring.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290.post-348177366802693403</id><published>2007-06-14T17:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T18:21:54.704-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Walk In My Shoes'/><title type='text'>New Rings, Oh My!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RnHkPZdc6cI/AAAAAAAAA14/3k2-Gr0EHmo/s1600-h/new+ring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 353px; height: 265px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RnHkPZdc6cI/AAAAAAAAA14/3k2-Gr0EHmo/s400/new+ring.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076089208206846402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately for my savings account, today's work at the day job was far less than profitable for me.  As it turns out, I was completely seduced by a ring that has been sitting in the "Special Box" for months.  The Special Box, for your information, is where we keep all of the fine jewelry worth eagerly snatching up from people who come in to sell their pre-loved jewelry.  The goods are refurbished and are then subsequently released to find new and caring owners. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RnHj7Jdc6bI/AAAAAAAAA1w/vJUbHLlt5R4/s1600-h/original.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 187px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RnHj7Jdc6bI/AAAAAAAAA1w/vJUbHLlt5R4/s400/original.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076088860314495410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, this is my first and relatively new wedding set. I have loved it very much. Trey is a little heart broken that I actually bought a new set. Like I said, it is not a replacement, Dear. It is just another flavor, if you will.  I had to explain that even a wedding ring, though a symbol of our love and commitment to one another, can be a fashion accessory.  I just needed another one, kind of like I need all 24 pairs of my shoes, and all 15 of my purses. You get it girls, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RnHjzJdc6aI/AAAAAAAAA1o/x6-rOHw8POE/s1600-h/the+one.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 157px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RnHjzJdc6aI/AAAAAAAAA1o/x6-rOHw8POE/s400/the+one.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076088722875541922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, this set is absolutely a personal statement, these new rings. They are a lovely pairing of classic meets modern. The "engagement ring" is tried and true vintage. Someones Grandma must have really cherished it. The brand new band has a contemporary flavor with its seemingly scattered bezel set diamonds. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I got a great deal&lt;/span&gt;. Wink, wink! Ah, am I in a great business or what?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995040793354536290-348177366802693403?l=yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/348177366802693403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995040793354536290&amp;postID=348177366802693403' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/348177366802693403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/348177366802693403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/06/new-rings-oh-my.html' title='New Rings, Oh My!'/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RnHkPZdc6cI/AAAAAAAAA14/3k2-Gr0EHmo/s72-c/new+ring.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290.post-3111381477295827406</id><published>2007-06-10T18:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T20:09:13.946-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our Little Cottage'/><title type='text'>The Decorated Budoir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rmy0WdHPavI/AAAAAAAAA0g/igwMs4UiVU4/s1600-h/opal+hanger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rmy0WdHPavI/AAAAAAAAA0g/igwMs4UiVU4/s400/opal+hanger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074629178004826866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A search for Indian home decor led me to this image. How glamorous would you feel to have opal beaded hangers for all of the clothing in your closet? Quite glamorous, I imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rmy0QdHPauI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/JfKKdRY89cw/s1600-h/spread.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rmy0QdHPauI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/JfKKdRY89cw/s400/spread.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074629074925611746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was inspired by a textile design book with luscious colors evoking thoughts of Indian fabrics and decor.  I have long been a fan of these things, but in the recent past was overtaken by more subtle pallets like the home decor of &lt;a href="http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/05/decorating-and-pretty-pictures.html"&gt;Sarah Richardson&lt;/a&gt; (previous post).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rmy0LtHPatI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/-EloW0pctlY/s1600-h/bust.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rmy0LtHPatI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/-EloW0pctlY/s400/bust.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074628993321233106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see this metal bust being heavily adorned with beaded baubles?  It's decorative &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; functional.  That's what I'd have to tell Trey to get it in the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A trip to World Market this afternoon whet my appetite for a return to my love of color and ornate patterns.  I'm interested in trying to find a way to infuse my subtle decor with more vibrant ornamentation because the truth is, I'm quite ready for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rmy0DtHPasI/AAAAAAAAA0I/P_0J1li_Yd8/s1600-h/olive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rmy0DtHPasI/AAAAAAAAA0I/P_0J1li_Yd8/s400/olive.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074628855882279618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This romantic metal sconce would look so lovely when throwing a dancing soft light upon a wardrobe full of opal hangers, but then again, candle light can make anything romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rmyz-NHParI/AAAAAAAAA0A/WZK0_AADc34/s1600-h/sari+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rmyz-NHParI/AAAAAAAAA0A/WZK0_AADc34/s400/sari+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074628761392999090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here,we have Indian embroidered and sequined Sari fabric. I don't know what I'd do with one of these other than just stare at it from time to time. Maybe it'd be useful as a decorative throw on a less than attractive hand-me-down chair, one of which I don't own.  Oh well, I guess I'll just stare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995040793354536290-3111381477295827406?l=yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/3111381477295827406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995040793354536290&amp;postID=3111381477295827406' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/3111381477295827406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/3111381477295827406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/06/decorated-budoir.html' title='The Decorated Budoir'/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rmy0WdHPavI/AAAAAAAAA0g/igwMs4UiVU4/s72-c/opal+hanger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290.post-8117965016343060407</id><published>2007-06-08T09:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T09:42:23.985-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Little Studio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yvette Designs'/><title type='text'>Studio Friday Moved Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RmmFZ9HPaoI/AAAAAAAAAzc/mvMSVjzIA5k/s1600-h/ccwestkit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RmmFZ9HPaoI/AAAAAAAAAzc/mvMSVjzIA5k/s400/ccwestkit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073733136157731458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hi, readers. This Studio Friday, I have posted to my other blog because I felt the topic was right for it. The post concerns ways to improve studio space and there is also a brief moment of reverie for my dream studio.&lt;a href="http://yvettejewelrydesigns.blogspot.com/2007/06/studio-friday-topic-speacial.html"&gt; Check it out!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995040793354536290-8117965016343060407?l=yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/8117965016343060407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995040793354536290&amp;postID=8117965016343060407' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/8117965016343060407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/8117965016343060407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/06/studio-friday-moved-today.html' title='Studio Friday Moved Today'/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RmmFZ9HPaoI/AAAAAAAAAzc/mvMSVjzIA5k/s72-c/ccwestkit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290.post-8911946162640297736</id><published>2007-06-06T07:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T10:55:06.143-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yvette Designs'/><title type='text'>Links to Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RmbxftHPaiI/AAAAAAAAAys/afFFfOmBV9A/s1600-h/beachy+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RmbxftHPaiI/AAAAAAAAAys/afFFfOmBV9A/s400/beachy+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073007557267647010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lately, I've been obsessed with the new Yvette Designs website development. If you don't know about it, and/or want to know more about what I've been doing lately, visit these links.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://yvettejewelrydesigns.blogspot.com/2007/06/website-update-and-more.html"&gt;This One!&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://yvettejewelrydesigns.blogspot.com/2007/05/latest-news.html"&gt;This One!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also been all over &lt;a href="http://www.theswitchboards.com/forum/"&gt;the Switchboards&lt;/a&gt; lately. I didn't start utilizing it as a recourse until lately, but it's a wonderful place to pick up tips for making your small business a better business. If you have a small business or are thinking about starting one, check it out! You won't be sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995040793354536290-8911946162640297736?l=yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/8911946162640297736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995040793354536290&amp;postID=8911946162640297736' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/8911946162640297736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/8911946162640297736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/06/latest.html' title='Links to Love'/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RmbxftHPaiI/AAAAAAAAAys/afFFfOmBV9A/s72-c/beachy+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290.post-391566191940844079</id><published>2007-06-03T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T07:03:01.245-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Walk In My Shoes'/><title type='text'>My Birthday: A Short Summary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RmQW4lAZLkI/AAAAAAAAAxs/jgWFZRnhVdU/s1600-h/pina+colada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RmQW4lAZLkI/AAAAAAAAAxs/jgWFZRnhVdU/s400/pina+colada.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072204241588268610" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday was my birthday, so around noon, Trey and I met with family for lunch at R.J. Gators where I had one yummy Pina Colada.  [Good Drink + Good Company=Good Time]  I really did not expect to get so much. It was a huge surprise for me to receive greeting cards stuffed full of money and to get gift cards to my favorite stores, (so pretty I almost didn't want to use them, see next paragraph)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RmQWzFAZLjI/AAAAAAAAAxk/nij2q-7kaqw/s1600-h/gator+b.d..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RmQWzFAZLjI/AAAAAAAAAxk/nij2q-7kaqw/s400/gator+b.d..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072204147098988082" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm sure you can guess what happened next. I went to spend my birthday money, of course! My favorite purchase of the day, at this time, is a pair of dial up weights from Target. I aim to get buff, or at least to not be so fluffy. Though, a close second favorite would be my Victoria's Secret p.j.'s of which I am now pleased to be languorously lounging in.  Trey calls them my circus clown pants and at random times will burst into song" Ya ta da-da...".  I may decide to lift weights in them later, which would make me the "Amazingly Strong Woman" minus any freakish side effects such as a beard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RmQWgVAZLiI/AAAAAAAAAxc/3QS9v92dgOc/s1600-h/p.j..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RmQWgVAZLiI/AAAAAAAAAxc/3QS9v92dgOc/s400/p.j..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072203824976440866" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the gratifying shopping excursion, "Who says money can't buy happiness?", Trey and I arrived home where we met with my cousin Kayla who made me Red Velvet Cupcakes. My favorite! While greedily indulging in junk food, we watched a surprisingly good movie, "Stranger Than Fiction", which is what I, hands down, consider a happy ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RmQR8lAZLeI/AAAAAAAAAw8/aYrHpK0YPrs/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RmQR8lAZLeI/AAAAAAAAAw8/aYrHpK0YPrs/s400/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072198812749606370" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995040793354536290-391566191940844079?l=yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/391566191940844079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995040793354536290&amp;postID=391566191940844079' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/391566191940844079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/391566191940844079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-birthday-short-summary.html' title='My Birthday: A Short Summary'/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RmQW4lAZLkI/AAAAAAAAAxs/jgWFZRnhVdU/s72-c/pina+colada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290.post-7458863853742126944</id><published>2007-05-30T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T13:26:13.551-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Walk In My Shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Try Our Southern Hospitality'/><title type='text'>In My Closet of Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rl3YWlAZLdI/AAAAAAAAAw0/KeBALks9pwg/s1600-h/dummy+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rl3YWlAZLdI/AAAAAAAAAw0/KeBALks9pwg/s400/dummy+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070446637891530194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is a look into the closet of my past. I think it's much more interesting than my current status &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;quot&lt;/span&gt; "adult"  wardrobe. Some of you will probably wonder if I actually wore this stuff. Yes, I did. Very proudly. One of my recent posts "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Adolescence&lt;/span&gt;" inspired me to do this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dress above is one that I got in a store in Soho, in NYC, when I was 16.  It only cost $10 bucks, which is an amazing bargain if you've ever been shopping in the Soho!  If I would've met my husband in the days when I wore this dress, black knee high boots and fishnets required, I believe he would have instantly fallen for me. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shh! He still reads comic books.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rl3YIlAZLcI/AAAAAAAAAws/cinth12M7u4/s1600-h/dummy+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rl3YIlAZLcI/AAAAAAAAAws/cinth12M7u4/s400/dummy+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070446397373361602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This wrinkled and stained little number was once a lot cleaner looking. Don't know how or when the stains happened. I got it in New Orleans, when I lived there, at my favorite thrift store on Magazine St. called The Fuzzy Monkey. Man, I have some great memories of the times I wore this dress. Concerts, parties, that time I had too much to drink at the Flogging Molly show and got sick all over Toulouse St.  Um, yeah, I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rl3X9FAZLbI/AAAAAAAAAwk/dj2x5JL_LOM/s1600-h/dummy+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rl3X9FAZLbI/AAAAAAAAAwk/dj2x5JL_LOM/s400/dummy+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070446199804865970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, but not least, is my patchwork hippie skirt. This thing was made with lots of love. It's in the details. I got it in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ruston&lt;/span&gt;, LA. when I was going to the university there, La Tech. There was this little hole in the wall thrift store off the main drag, Trenton St. Don't remember what it was called, but the little old lady there was so nice. My boyfriend at the time, Gary, and I helped her to clean her store for free. She just had a lot on her plate, and we liked her so much. I wonder what happened to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The clothing you have just seen look a whole lot better when worn by the little, short artist girl who owns them. That mannequin is just too darn perfect!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995040793354536290-7458863853742126944?l=yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/7458863853742126944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995040793354536290&amp;postID=7458863853742126944' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/7458863853742126944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/7458863853742126944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/05/in-my-closet-of-old.html' title='In My Closet of Old'/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rl3YWlAZLdI/AAAAAAAAAw0/KeBALks9pwg/s72-c/dummy+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290.post-4520959744579580696</id><published>2007-05-26T10:26:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T10:40:51.599-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Little Studio'/><title type='text'>Studio Friday:  May Studio Treat!</title><content type='html'>MAY'S STUDIO TREAT!&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treat yourself to something your heart desires, maybe some chocolate or flowers or new art supplies... a nice little something (no spending of a fortune involved). Celebrate yourself !!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rlht-1AZLXI/AAAAAAAAAwE/I7huXKww_Qk/s1600-h/eggbert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rlht-1AZLXI/AAAAAAAAAwE/I7huXKww_Qk/s400/eggbert.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068922306753539442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a day late for Studio Friday, and my husband is now a dollar short because he bought me an iPod yesterday!  It's an early birthday gift.  A little bundle of joy that I've affectionately named Eggbert. Eggbert the iPod. The features on this thing are enough to keep slow times at the day job fun. It has the capacity to hold full length movies, t.v. shows, and thousands of photos, as well as 7,500 songs that I can download straight from the net without ever having to go to the store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rlht2lAZLWI/AAAAAAAAAv8/l5v8-bpzMxA/s1600-h/eggie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rlht2lAZLWI/AAAAAAAAAv8/l5v8-bpzMxA/s400/eggie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068922165019618658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course I'm excited about all of those features, but what I'm really pumped about is the photo capacity and quality. Now, I can keep a virtual portfolio of my jewelry designs everywhere I go.  I can chat with the girl standing in line behind me at the Hobby Lobby, which has notoriously long lines, and show her what I do.  Hand her a business card, and  really get her excited about checking out my website.   Hopefully, that is. So, there it is. I am so overindulged.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995040793354536290-4520959744579580696?l=yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/4520959744579580696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995040793354536290&amp;postID=4520959744579580696' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/4520959744579580696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/4520959744579580696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/05/studio-friday-may-studio-treat.html' title='Studio Friday:  May Studio Treat!'/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rlht-1AZLXI/AAAAAAAAAwE/I7huXKww_Qk/s72-c/eggbert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290.post-1864183124719786117</id><published>2007-05-23T11:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T12:19:28.093-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Senseless Acts of Craftiness'/><title type='text'>Decorating and Pretty Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RlSN8lAZLQI/AAAAAAAAAvM/yCYvCY10WFE/s1600-h/11_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RlSN8lAZLQI/AAAAAAAAAvM/yCYvCY10WFE/s400/11_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067831552564079874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I watched a bit of t.v., a rare thing on a morning off from work.  I happened to catch the last 15 minutes of a program that was my absolute favorite decorating show at one time. It's called &lt;a href="http://www.roomservice.ca/home/"&gt;Room Service&lt;/a&gt;, and the designer is Sarah Richardson. Her palates are very serene, and the show exudes simplicity, beauty, and restfulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RlSN4FAZLPI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ZTsd4IZEe5w/s1600-h/68_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RlSN4FAZLPI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ZTsd4IZEe5w/s400/68_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067831475254668530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are all photos of rooms she has done on different episodes of Room Service. If you go to her website, you will see so many more simple, yet luxurious rooms. ( For those of you who may be looking for home decorating ideas, it's a great place to get inspired.) The photo above is a little cottage on the lot off the side of the owner's home. It makes me dream about the cottage that my mom and I have been wanting to build in the yard between our two houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RlSNwVAZLOI/AAAAAAAAAu8/YC3t6drK-QE/s1600-h/48_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RlSNwVAZLOI/AAAAAAAAAu8/YC3t6drK-QE/s400/48_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067831342110682338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only my little shotgun home in New Orleans would have been as stylish as this (above)! Well, the architecture in the place was great, but how I wish Sarah Richardson could have injected some of her magical style into the decor.  The city was magic, though, so I can't really complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RlSNq1AZLNI/AAAAAAAAAu0/SWdC2wDmX1I/s1600-h/27_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RlSNq1AZLNI/AAAAAAAAAu0/SWdC2wDmX1I/s400/27_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067831247621401810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I added this image because, first of all, I love claw foot tubs. Also, this room seems to bring to mind a lavish past where the inhabitant was a lady of privilege. Check out the chandelier! How many people do you know who have a chandelier in their bath room? When we were building our home, I tried to convince Trey that it was absolutely necessary to have one in our master bath, but he thought it was ridiculous. Oh, but I can dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RlSNhVAZLMI/AAAAAAAAAus/Xwp4u1WZB0M/s1600-h/102_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RlSNhVAZLMI/AAAAAAAAAus/Xwp4u1WZB0M/s400/102_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067831084412644546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I added this photo because I don't think it really needs much of an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;explanation&lt;/span&gt;. It really speaks for itself. It says, "Come hither. I am the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;boudoir&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995040793354536290-1864183124719786117?l=yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/1864183124719786117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995040793354536290&amp;postID=1864183124719786117' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/1864183124719786117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/1864183124719786117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/05/decorating-and-pretty-pictures.html' title='Decorating and Pretty Pictures'/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RlSN8lAZLQI/AAAAAAAAAvM/yCYvCY10WFE/s72-c/11_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290.post-6516246410240325125</id><published>2007-05-21T13:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T14:32:56.715-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Walk In My Shoes'/><title type='text'>Adolescense</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RlIJUVAZLLI/AAAAAAAAAuk/2WAXp9q4ZDc/s1600-h/440505630_16865f4528.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RlIJUVAZLLI/AAAAAAAAAuk/2WAXp9q4ZDc/s400/440505630_16865f4528.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067122775586057394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go again. More colorful photos from my Flickr favorites. The theme here is "Adolescence". These are some things that remind me of what it was like to be a kid. Some of them are pretty self explanatory. Like most girls, I'm sure, I talked on the phone&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; a lot&lt;/span&gt;.  It's funny because these days, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; don't like talking on the phone unless it's for a definite purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RlIJMVAZLKI/AAAAAAAAAuc/2DSBwtlQPAc/s1600-h/496138406_7e768ea89e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RlIJMVAZLKI/AAAAAAAAAuc/2DSBwtlQPAc/s400/496138406_7e768ea89e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067122638147103906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While I never ate cupcakes this pretty,  I certainly did enjoy a Little Debbie cake every day after school while I watched shows like Animaniacs and Saved By The Bell. Come on, don't hate, you know you watched those shows too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of S.B.T.B., I was friends with a girl named Tess when I lived in Baton Rouge who claimed to know every detail about every episode that ever aired. It turns out that Dustin Diamond, the guy who played Screech, came to B.R. for some publicity thing, and we got to meet him. Tess challenged him to quiz her on any episode he wanted, and if I remember clearly, she never gave a wrong answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RlII6lAZLJI/AAAAAAAAAuU/IBvc4Sx8cbE/s1600-h/496935354_00dd79af94.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RlII6lAZLJI/AAAAAAAAAuU/IBvc4Sx8cbE/s400/496935354_00dd79af94.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067122333204425874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I digress. This flower is just very pretty, and I had to add it because I like the colors. When I was a kid, I didn't really care for flowers because they brought bees to my door, and I was deathly afraid of bees. Okay, who am I kidding? I still whimper a little if one gets too close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RlIIzlAZLII/AAAAAAAAAuM/l17mUvtkDug/s1600-h/500717611_8ea21e7d4a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RlIIzlAZLII/AAAAAAAAAuM/l17mUvtkDug/s400/500717611_8ea21e7d4a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067122212945341570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now, this photo looks like it could've been taken by me circa age 13, but it wasn't. It was taken recently by some kid who lives in the U.K.. See, back then, when I was a kid, I had it in my head that I did not want to look like everyone else. I would wear the most outlandish getups; stripes with polka-dots, bright patterned stockings, big strange hats, and so on.  Most of the clothes in my closet cost $15.00 or less because I was convinced that the best clothes in town came from Goodwill. My dad thought I was one strange bird. He would offer to take me shopping at the finest stores in the mall, and I'd say, "Nah, let's go to Goodwill!" My, how times have changed. Well, we all have to grow up...don't we?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995040793354536290-6516246410240325125?l=yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/6516246410240325125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995040793354536290&amp;postID=6516246410240325125' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/6516246410240325125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/6516246410240325125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/05/adolescense.html' title='Adolescense'/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RlIJUVAZLLI/AAAAAAAAAuk/2WAXp9q4ZDc/s72-c/440505630_16865f4528.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290.post-2971329587470511269</id><published>2007-05-19T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T21:04:37.723-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Little Studio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Walk In My Shoes'/><title type='text'>Inspired by Blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rk_CvVAZK_I/AAAAAAAAAtE/V5cs0Xch-CE/s1600-h/459037281_640a2c78dc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rk_CvVAZK_I/AAAAAAAAAtE/V5cs0Xch-CE/s400/459037281_640a2c78dc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066482224163531762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been searching for inspiration a lot lately, and consequently, I have been very inspired. I just thought I'd share some images with you that I like. The color blue always seems to illicit a dreamy response from me. Hence, the blue theme. It makes me want to get my sketch book out and doodle until my heart's content. I found the above photo on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Flickr&lt;/span&gt;. What I really like about it is its rugged beauty. It seems that lately, I'm more drawn to imperfection than I am shiny and new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rk_CplAZK-I/AAAAAAAAAs8/zXwpKAE2y-8/s1600-h/437688983_d5c58b1d97.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rk_CplAZK-I/AAAAAAAAAs8/zXwpKAE2y-8/s400/437688983_d5c58b1d97.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066482125379283938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This photo, also found on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Flickr&lt;/span&gt;, transports me. I am walking on the streets of a fabulous city such as New York or San Francisco. In a crowd of pedestrians who are rushing off for a bite to eat during lunch hour, I'm drawn to this lovely window. Amid this frantic pace, time stands still only for me while I'm taken in by the gently illuminated colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rk_BAlAZK7I/AAAAAAAAAsk/-QCY6pajRhA/s1600-h/artcar_vw4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rk_BAlAZK7I/AAAAAAAAAsk/-QCY6pajRhA/s400/artcar_vw4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066480321493019570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally, we come to this photo which was taken in one of my favorite places of all, New Orleans.  I don't remember where I found it on the net, and I also can't tell you how many times I have seen this odd work of art parked on one of the narrow streets of The Quarter. I wish I had a photo of it from all angles, and mostly a close up would be nice. This old Bug is covered with tiny plastic toys, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mardi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Gras&lt;/span&gt; beads, paint, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;rhine&lt;/span&gt; stones, and so on. It commands an audience everywhere it goes. Check back here with me soon for more eye candy photos because I'm off to hunt for more now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995040793354536290-2971329587470511269?l=yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/2971329587470511269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995040793354536290&amp;postID=2971329587470511269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/2971329587470511269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/2971329587470511269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/05/inspired-by-blue.html' title='Inspired by Blue'/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rk_CvVAZK_I/AAAAAAAAAtE/V5cs0Xch-CE/s72-c/459037281_640a2c78dc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290.post-3448256977556817474</id><published>2007-05-18T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T06:43:27.153-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Little Studio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Walk In My Shoes'/><title type='text'>Studio Friday! : 3 Wishes</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="never" allownetworking="internal" data="http://www.etsy.com/flash/spots/etsy_mini.swf?user_id=111425&amp;user_name=yvettedesigns&amp;amp;item_source=shop&amp;item_size=gallery&amp;amp;rows=3&amp;columns=3" height="546" width="538"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="internal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.etsy.com/flash/spots/etsy_mini.swf?user_id=111425&amp;amp;user_name=yvettedesigns&amp;item_source=shop&amp;amp;item_size=gallery&amp;rows=3&amp;amp;columns=3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="font-size: 14px; text-decoration: none; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.etsy.com/"&gt;Etsy: Your place to buy &amp; sell all things handmade&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(1, 146, 181); text-decoration: none;" href="http://yvettedesigns.etsy.com/"&gt;yvettedesigns.etsy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you had a magic wand what 3 creative issues would you solve? Maybe they are space issues that you are experiencing in your studio or issues about creating itself?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three wishes. This is a great topic! Okay, for my first wish:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.I would love, love, love it if I could start getting sales on my Etsy site. &lt;a href="http://yvettedesigns.etsy.com/"&gt;http://yvettedesigns.etsy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had it for half a year now, but I didn't get serious about it until just recently. When I first opened the shop, I was selling my jewelry at work faster than I could replenish my supply. Now, that I'm working in a different environment things have changed. Isn't it ironic that I work in a jewelry store now, and my jewelry sales are at a crawl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I would love to have the time to dabble in all kinds of crafts and hobbies. I have a feeling this might be a common theme among all of us, time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. This doesn't have anything to do with the studio, but I wish that every day in Louisiana was like it is today. The weather has been absolutely perfect at around 75 degrees. I opened my windows this morning, turned the a.c. off, and breathed in the cool natural air. Aaahh! It just set my morning off right, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a happy weekend, everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995040793354536290-3448256977556817474?l=yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/3448256977556817474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995040793354536290&amp;postID=3448256977556817474' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/3448256977556817474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/3448256977556817474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/05/studio-friday-3-wishes.html' title='Studio Friday! : 3 Wishes'/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290.post-4683806660272952427</id><published>2007-05-14T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T13:23:58.399-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Walk In My Shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yvette Designs'/><title type='text'>Rambling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RkjCbS8tJCI/AAAAAAAAArc/dSHZ0182PTs/s1600-h/etsy+posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RkjCbS8tJCI/AAAAAAAAArc/dSHZ0182PTs/s320/etsy+posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064511555176834082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, everyone. I hope that anyone who &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;a mother, or who &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;has&lt;/span&gt; a mother had a good Mother's Day. Phew! That was a bit redundant wasn't it? Oh, well. At least I got my point across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've been completely overtaken with the desire to promote, promote, promote my jewelry. So, no wonder it's been a couple days since I last blogged here. I've barely wanted to get out of the office chair, I've been so glued to the computer reading about places to get the word out, how to go about it, and such.  The Etsy forums are priceless. Speaking of Etsy, the photo above shows Etsy ads, so at least I know they know how to get their own word out. I've also spent my time taking a lot of photos of the new jewelry with the cloud dome. More to come very soon too. See the latest at: &lt;a href="http://yvettejewelrydesigns.blogspot.com/2007/05/cool-new-stuff.html"&gt;http://yvettejewelrydesigns.blogspot.com/2007/05/cool-new-stuff.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RkjBlC8tJBI/AAAAAAAAArU/8UPvMrJd1GU/s1600-h/PICT0318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RkjBlC8tJBI/AAAAAAAAArU/8UPvMrJd1GU/s320/PICT0318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064510623168930834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely different note, Trey and I went to visit his parents yesterday. His Dad is a meteorite hunter who has found hundreds of pounds of space rock in Kansas. Coincidentally, he found them all right outside of Greensburg, Ka. where the mile wide tornado struck and demolished everything in its path., and is also the town he used to stay in during his time away from home. Just days after it happened,  he traveled to the area where he shot video footage driving down the town's main drag. Building, after building for the duration of the video were all reduced to rubble. Trees were stripped of their limbs and in some cases, the bark had been ripped off.  It was terrible, yet amazing to see just what nature can do when she wants to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the down note. There's not much else to tell, but you can marvel at the space rock in the photo above. It looks relatively small, but this baby weighs at least 50 pounds! I literally had to drag it to the window to get a good shot of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995040793354536290-4683806660272952427?l=yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/4683806660272952427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995040793354536290&amp;postID=4683806660272952427' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/4683806660272952427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/4683806660272952427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/05/rambling.html' title='Rambling'/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RkjCbS8tJCI/AAAAAAAAArc/dSHZ0182PTs/s72-c/etsy+posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290.post-7865222273881819113</id><published>2007-05-11T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T09:59:12.638-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Little Studio'/><title type='text'>Studio Friday: Striver or Seeker?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Which one are YOU??&lt;br /&gt;Do you know exactly where you are headed and go to your goal in a super straight line which makes you a "Striver" and have you always known from the beginning? Or do you start out now quite sure what or where or how and go through twists and turns making your path longer and looking like a criss crossy chaotic kind of path that eventually will lead you to a place you love and that fits like a glove in the same way it does the Striver? In that case you are a "Seeker". Neither path is right or wrong or better, they are just different.&lt;br /&gt;Does your studio space or art itself maybe reflect this in any way??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RkR4OC8tIgI/AAAAAAAAAnM/ReiNb87JudU/s1600-h/new+materials.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RkR4OC8tIgI/AAAAAAAAAnM/ReiNb87JudU/s320/new+materials.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063304063776268802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a bit of both, which is most fitting for a Gemini, such as I am, to say.  I started off as a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;seeker&lt;/span&gt;. I wandered &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt;, to the point that I lost someone I cared for over it. I moved all over the place. I tried new things, always wondering if this was going to be my "it". The thing that would hold my attention, something I could be passionate about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took getting married, when I made my jewelry to wear for the big day, to find my passion in jewelry making. Since then, I have been a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; striver&lt;/span&gt;. I've added and amended goals along the way, so it's taken me a while to map out the ultimate course that I want to follow for my future in the jewelry business. Now, the road is looking narrow and while, still long, it is a straight path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RkR2aS8tIfI/AAAAAAAAAnE/o1DYHsp59oo/s1600-h/my+favorite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RkR2aS8tIfI/AAAAAAAAAnE/o1DYHsp59oo/s320/my+favorite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063302075206410738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                        &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                                                                                        The first necklace I made - for my wedding day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evidence of my dual nature can be seen in my studio. Sometimes my desk will be littered with paint, brushes, and canvas, and you will find "How To..." books on topics with great range. Meanwhile, my beads and findings are all lined up neatly on the desk residing peacefully with my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;seeker&lt;/span&gt; chaos and clutter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a fun one. Happy weekend, everyone!  Oh, and please check out my new jewelry and fashion related blog.  &lt;a href="http://yvettejewelrydesigns.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://yvettejewelrydesigns.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995040793354536290-7865222273881819113?l=yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/7865222273881819113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995040793354536290&amp;postID=7865222273881819113' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/7865222273881819113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/7865222273881819113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/05/studio-friday-striver-or-seeker.html' title='Studio Friday: Striver or Seeker?'/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RkR4OC8tIgI/AAAAAAAAAnM/ReiNb87JudU/s72-c/new+materials.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290.post-3382201797082843952</id><published>2007-05-09T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T10:29:45.754-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yvette Designs'/><title type='text'>New Blog Alert!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RkIDdS8tIcI/AAAAAAAAAmk/ctVtNEOdrPo/s1600-h/1,2,3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RkIDdS8tIcI/AAAAAAAAAmk/ctVtNEOdrPo/s320/1,2,3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062612732955402690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've gone and done it again.  I started a new blog, but don't worry.  This one won't be left by the wayside. The new blog will be strictly for any Yvette Designs business news, trend analysis, reader polls, promotions such as sales and giveaways, and lots and lots of jewelry pics. So, don't forget to check it out regularly.  It'll be fun, and you could get some great deals on jewelry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://yvettejewelrydesigns.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://yvettejewelrydesigns.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995040793354536290-3382201797082843952?l=yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/3382201797082843952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995040793354536290&amp;postID=3382201797082843952' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/3382201797082843952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/3382201797082843952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/05/new-blog-alert.html' title='New Blog Alert!'/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RkIDdS8tIcI/AAAAAAAAAmk/ctVtNEOdrPo/s72-c/1,2,3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290.post-688601704896533609</id><published>2007-05-07T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T06:45:49.310-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Senseless Acts of Craftiness'/><title type='text'>Free Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rj8r1i8tITI/AAAAAAAAAlg/643F-y0_Qvs/s1600-h/evening+work.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rj8r1i8tITI/AAAAAAAAAlg/643F-y0_Qvs/s320/evening+work.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061812705102209330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, check it out! I actually started and finished a painting yesterday.  This one is obviously less complicated than the stuff I'm used to doing, and I have to say, I really enjoyed it. You know how I said I'd lost the feeling of freedom and fun when I paint? Well, I think I got it back.  This is a complete departure from my "style" of painting.  It has inspired me to do more of the sort.  I only wish that I could find time to do another one today. Sigh, but it's chores for me. So, I'm off to do them now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rj8rsC8tISI/AAAAAAAAAlY/QbUk2I6D50A/s1600-h/step+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rj8rsC8tISI/AAAAAAAAAlY/QbUk2I6D50A/s320/step+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061812541893452066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995040793354536290-688601704896533609?l=yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/688601704896533609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995040793354536290&amp;postID=688601704896533609' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/688601704896533609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/688601704896533609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/05/free-style.html' title='Free Style'/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rj8r1i8tITI/AAAAAAAAAlg/643F-y0_Qvs/s72-c/evening+work.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290.post-8343816991582030880</id><published>2007-05-04T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T06:59:37.388-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Little Studio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Walk In My Shoes'/><title type='text'>Studio Friday: Pride</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RjvKhy8tIRI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/JBShVWWp8h8/s1600-h/my+girl+2"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RjvKhy8tIRI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/JBShVWWp8h8/s320/my+girl+2" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060861288241766674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This week's topic for Studio Friday May 4th: sin #7: PRIDE!&lt;em&gt;What feeds your desire to feel that you are more important or attractive or better or more special than others?  How does this excessive feeling of pride feed your Ego and distort your reality? How does its shadow become your downfall? Is there a way that you see towards a healthier way of being?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Ooh, this could possibly worst of all of the 7 Deadlies.  I do have a bit of pride in myself, who I am, what I stand for, etc. Though, I usually think of it as good self esteem, I realize how pride used in a negative context can be a problem because it serves to divide us from one another.   At times, I tend to think of myself as being unique and therefore separate from the world.  However, in my heart, I know that this cannot be true.  Despite the identities that we carefully cultivate for ourselves, we are all essentially the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have actually been working for the past couple of months on letting go of my ego, and the unyielding idea of who I am.  Letting go of my ego is important to me because I know that without it, I will be able to accept others for who they are without judgment. I will be a much more loving, understanding, and compassionate person. This is the only unshakable truth about myself that I choose to own. Happy weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995040793354536290-8343816991582030880?l=yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/8343816991582030880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995040793354536290&amp;postID=8343816991582030880' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/8343816991582030880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/8343816991582030880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/05/studio-friday-pride.html' title='Studio Friday: Pride'/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RjvKhy8tIRI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/JBShVWWp8h8/s72-c/my+girl+2' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290.post-3019057026190259876</id><published>2007-05-04T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T06:59:24.103-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Walk In My Shoes'/><title type='text'>Tagged! I'm It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rju6Ri8tIOI/AAAAAAAAAk4/0zQdlIPagIo/s1600-h/me+me+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rju6Ri8tIOI/AAAAAAAAAk4/0zQdlIPagIo/s320/me+me+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060843416882847970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, gee, little ol' me has been tagged.  I'm supposed to tell  7 random facts about myself, then tag 7 other bloggers, post a comment on their blog, and list their links on this entry.  Since I don't know but a few of you, I'll do what I can. So here it is folks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm an artist without a cause. ( I haven't find my niche in the painting world because I love so many subjects and never seem to stick to one.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I have moved 17 times, all over the place, and I'm only 25.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm a bit of a sissy. I don't like to sweat, and I don't like bugs.  Thump me and I bruise. It's amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If I could be anything when I "grow up" I'd be a rock star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I can raise the right side of my lip like Elvis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I'm a full blooded Hispanic girl with a 100% Cajun culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I've always been a big supporter and defender of underdogs.  I've taken in a lot of strays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there you have it.  Seven more things about me that you know, and maybe some things you didn't care to know.  Really, guys, my Elvis impersonation is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good. &lt;/span&gt;Now, here is the very short list of the people I have tagged. Can two be considered a list? Well, it'll have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://apunkincardcompany.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://apunkincardcompany.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ringofdoom.net/"&gt;www.ringofdoom.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995040793354536290-3019057026190259876?l=yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/3019057026190259876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995040793354536290&amp;postID=3019057026190259876' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/3019057026190259876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/3019057026190259876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/05/tagged-im-it.html' title='Tagged! I&apos;m It!'/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rju6Ri8tIOI/AAAAAAAAAk4/0zQdlIPagIo/s72-c/me+me+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290.post-2771848214978096303</id><published>2007-05-02T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T11:14:03.524-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Little Studio'/><title type='text'>Spring Cleaning Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RjjSQy8tINI/AAAAAAAAAkw/Q3rj8TTG2tk/s1600-h/inspire+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RjjSQy8tINI/AAAAAAAAAkw/Q3rj8TTG2tk/s320/inspire+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060025367346880722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Check it out! I finally figured out how to round the corners of my photos.  I'm really tempted to do this all the time because I think it's that cool.  Though, I don't want to wear it out either.  For those of you who are interested in how I did it, I used &lt;a href="http://gimp-win.sourceforge.net/"&gt;Gimp 2.2&lt;/a&gt; .  Trey introduced me to this handy little photo editing tool last night, and now I am somewhat compelled to play on the computer all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RjjR5C8tIMI/AAAAAAAAAko/AZo323kZClA/s1600-h/Studio+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RjjR5C8tIMI/AAAAAAAAAko/AZo323kZClA/s320/Studio+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060024959324987586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you can see, I've been very busy in the studio trying to organize and clean all the clutter off my desk.  I've tacked all of my pendants to my inspiration board, as well as a few loose bead packs, and I displayed the bead vials (color coordinated) that fit with the colors of this season's clothing and accessories trends. Now, I'm ready to make some new jewelry in my clean studio.  It's such a nice feeling, like a breath of fresh air. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, how cool is the photo below? I managed to take it this morning and love the gradient effect of the background, not to mention how the pendant looks suspended in mid air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RjjRjS8tILI/AAAAAAAAAkg/2frEKok_VcM/s1600-h/pendulum+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RjjRjS8tILI/AAAAAAAAAkg/2frEKok_VcM/s320/pendulum+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060024585662832818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995040793354536290-2771848214978096303?l=yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/2771848214978096303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995040793354536290&amp;postID=2771848214978096303' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/2771848214978096303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/2771848214978096303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/05/spring-cleaning-day.html' title='Spring Cleaning Day'/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RjjSQy8tINI/AAAAAAAAAkw/Q3rj8TTG2tk/s72-c/inspire+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290.post-7064524197546514114</id><published>2007-04-30T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T20:23:38.878-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Little Studio'/><title type='text'>Repurposing "Trash" for Organization</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RjgELS8tIJI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/tgJeB0Z9Cco/s1600-h/Untitled.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RjgELS8tIJI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/tgJeB0Z9Cco/s320/Untitled.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059798773462278290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chance to get out of town for the weekend was just what I needed to get motivated to organize my studio.  What really kicked it off is that my Aunt, who works at a hospital, saved a few boxes full of these little glass vials for me to put my beads in.  Can you guess what they were originally used for?  These tubes, which were full of Morphine, were used in PCA pumps for patients who were in severe pain after surgery. Once they were emptied, the nurses cleaned them up and saved them to reuse in other ways.  What a great way to eliminate waste in the work place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RjZTGS8tIEI/AAAAAAAAAjo/5uHlswEv4BI/s1600-h/FINDINGS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RjZTGS8tIEI/AAAAAAAAAjo/5uHlswEv4BI/s320/FINDINGS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059322599028105282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above is one example of how I have reused an item in my workspace.  This plastic box full of silver findings once held screws, nails, and tacks.  I peeled the original logo sticker off, and over each compartment I placed a small sticker with descriptions and prices on the lid. I always keep this box at my fingertips when I work, and find it to be a very handy organizational tool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beading Tip&lt;/span&gt;: Also, since the world's silver is quickly depleting, I save my silver scraps which will eventually be melted to make new silver items.  I will get a cash credit for the cost of the silver. Also, if a silver head pin is still long enough to reuse, but the "head" is no longer there, I melt the end of the pin with a blow torch.  It will form a ball which can easily be polished and you will have a new head pin. Two for the price of one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RjZS-i8tIDI/AAAAAAAAAjg/QdKFntuZ21k/s1600-h/PENDANTS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RjZS-i8tIDI/AAAAAAAAAjg/QdKFntuZ21k/s320/PENDANTS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059322465884119090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another way that I am trying to keep my workspace tidy while still trying to eliminate wastefulness is to reuse old plastic seal able bags.  If you are a beader you know that when you place an order on line all of your items come in individual bags. I peel the sticker off each bag, which I then transfer to the new bead vials, and reuse the bags in these ways:&lt;br /&gt;      1. place larger items in them that need to be protected from scratching such as the items                                 above&lt;br /&gt;      2. deliver jewelry to my customers in them&lt;br /&gt;      3. use them to protect my personal collection of jewelry&lt;br /&gt;      4. separate paper clips, rubber bands, etc.&lt;br /&gt;      5. put my makeup in the larger bags when I am traveling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RjZS3i8tICI/AAAAAAAAAjY/kOu4gDS8Udo/s1600-h/DRAWER.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RjZS3i8tICI/AAAAAAAAAjY/kOu4gDS8Udo/s320/DRAWER.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059322345625034786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I would love to hear what other people do to organize their supplies, and eliminate waste in their workspace.  My organizing is still a work in progress, and in an attempt to live more "green" I will be looking for other ways to reuse items in the studio. Happy organizing everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995040793354536290-7064524197546514114?l=yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/7064524197546514114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995040793354536290&amp;postID=7064524197546514114' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/7064524197546514114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/7064524197546514114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/04/repurposing-trash-for-organization.html' title='Repurposing &quot;Trash&quot; for Organization'/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RjgELS8tIJI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/tgJeB0Z9Cco/s72-c/Untitled.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290.post-2508122154824309944</id><published>2007-04-26T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T05:17:27.298-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Little Studio'/><title type='text'>Envy and Wrath</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This week's topic for Friday April 27th: sin #6: ENVY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;What do you desire that you are lacking and someone else has? If you could have it would you really want it or is it just a notion? How come you want to have it? What can you do to still that desire so that there is no need to be envious of any thing or anybody?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RjEcDC8tIBI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/sXolPZSjnRg/s1600-h/cyber+pink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RjEcDC8tIBI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/sXolPZSjnRg/s320/cyber+pink.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057854695170449426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A favorite photo from Flickr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello to all of you Studio Friday bloggers. I missed last week's topic because I just plain forgot, so here are this and last weeks topics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the biggest things that I have wanted for a long time is to live in a city with a happening cultural and arts scene. Living in a small town has its advantages, but I sometimes feel like I'm missing out on the life that I always saw for myself. I'd also like to have a circle of friends who are active in the art scene whom I can hang out with to mutually help and inspire one another. You are who you hang with, and I want to know inspired, pro-active people, but enough of this self pity! Instead of focusing on what I don't have, I'm choosing to focus on the positive things in my life, and there are so, so many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RjEb_i8tIAI/AAAAAAAAAjI/yfDhc1KhSZE/s1600-h/quarter+pink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RjEb_i8tIAI/AAAAAAAAAjI/yfDhc1KhSZE/s320/quarter+pink.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057854635040907266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Another favorite from Flickr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Studio Friday topic #5 WRATH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as anger in the workspace, it's only happened once since I've been in the little pink studio. This necklace that I was working on had it in for me, see. So, after messing with it for about an hour, I'd had it. I let out a stifled scream through gritted teeth, and WHAM! pounded my fists on the table and succumbed to having an all out, pitiful hissy fit. Beads flew off the bead board, and the dogs backed away slowly. That succinctly sums up anger in my work space. That's it, folks.  Now, I'll leave you with something I made in the little studio.  Happy Friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RjEb6y8tH_I/AAAAAAAAAjA/6y9HOgZYTqk/s1600-h/swallows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RjEb6y8tH_I/AAAAAAAAAjA/6y9HOgZYTqk/s320/swallows.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057854553436528626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yvette Designs earrings &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995040793354536290-2508122154824309944?l=yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/2508122154824309944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995040793354536290&amp;postID=2508122154824309944' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/2508122154824309944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/2508122154824309944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/04/envy-and-wrath.html' title='Envy and Wrath'/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RjEcDC8tIBI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/sXolPZSjnRg/s72-c/cyber+pink.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290.post-5958716848673200519</id><published>2007-04-26T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T13:30:27.638-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Try Our Southern Hospitality'/><title type='text'>Cool Crafter Alert!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RjDldC8tH4I/AAAAAAAAAiI/_yiAW2K6yLU/s1600-h/punkin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RjDldC8tH4I/AAAAAAAAAiI/_yiAW2K6yLU/s320/punkin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057794668707520386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday, I had the pleasure of meeting a fellow blogger and Etsy crafter, Amie, from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Punkin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Card Company&lt;/span&gt;.  She made this lovely sage green butterfly card which I thought would be perfect for Mother's Day.  It was so exciting to receive more than just the card that I was expecting.  In Louisiana, we call this Lagniappe, which in Cajun speak means "a little something extra". Amie presented this bag to me full of fun stuff such as a little bar of yummy smelling soap, and a hand made Thank You card. You can check her out at &lt;a href="http://apunkincardcompany.etsy.com/"&gt;http://APunkinCardCompany.etsy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have to cut this short because I woke up today feeling awful.  Though I have already been to the doctor and back, I can't muster the energy to go pick up my script, and it's only two minutes up the road. Ugh! To make matters worse, I am not allowed to have any caffeine for a couple days.  Now, I feel awful like when I woke up, plus I have a pounding headache from the lack of my precious life giving coffee.  If you'll excuse me, I'm going to sleep now...possibly for days.  Trey, wake me up when it's over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995040793354536290-5958716848673200519?l=yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/5958716848673200519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995040793354536290&amp;postID=5958716848673200519' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/5958716848673200519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/5958716848673200519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/04/cool-crafter-alert.html' title='Cool Crafter Alert!'/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RjDldC8tH4I/AAAAAAAAAiI/_yiAW2K6yLU/s72-c/punkin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290.post-647136371103679063</id><published>2007-04-24T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T19:26:47.976-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yvette Designs'/><title type='text'>It's In the Cards</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Ri66ry8tH2I/AAAAAAAAAh4/6nHD_42hxps/s1600-h/biz+cards.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Ri66ry8tH2I/AAAAAAAAAh4/6nHD_42hxps/s320/biz+cards.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057184693157175138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look! Brand new, shiny business cards.  I got these from &lt;a href="http://overnightprints.com"&gt;Overnight Prints&lt;/a&gt;.  While the cards are relatively inexpensive, they really gouge you at checkout on the shipping cost.  However, I'm very pleased with the way they turned out, and if they get me a bunch of business, then it was money well spent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995040793354536290-647136371103679063?l=yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/647136371103679063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995040793354536290&amp;postID=647136371103679063' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/647136371103679063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/647136371103679063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-in-cards.html' title='It&apos;s In the Cards'/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Ri66ry8tH2I/AAAAAAAAAh4/6nHD_42hxps/s72-c/biz+cards.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290.post-8414999773208377484</id><published>2007-04-23T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T09:23:12.741-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yvette Designs'/><title type='text'>Research Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RizaENVv1kI/AAAAAAAAAhw/0NG7XChaF3k/s1600-h/b+and+w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RizaENVv1kI/AAAAAAAAAhw/0NG7XChaF3k/s320/b+and+w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056656247465432642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally! I have done it. My plans for Yvette Designs have begun to take form as I have made a decisive move to have my website made complete with a shopping cart and many pages for your shopping pleasure. I have spent hours on the net to find the types of web sites that I think are most effective. In this case, simplicity is key.  Also, this development comes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;after &lt;/span&gt;I have ordered 250 full color, glossy business cards with my Etsy address on them.  That's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RizaANVv1jI/AAAAAAAAAho/iXAavpBKGRc/s1600-h/anna+sui.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RizaANVv1jI/AAAAAAAAAho/iXAavpBKGRc/s320/anna+sui.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056656178745955890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Researching effective web sites was okay, but researching the latest fashion trends is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;way&lt;/span&gt; more fun!  So far, I've come to the conclusion that black and white, stripes, and polka-dots will be a hit. Say hello to pearls and onyx, and I have to say yay polka-dots!  Also, the Roman column style dress and bling encrusted necklines were very popular on the red carpet recently.  This look eliminates the need for necklaces and puts the focus on earrings and bracelets.  Bangles will be the must have accessory while anything goes with earring style. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RizZ3dVv1iI/AAAAAAAAAhg/D1sxvO17n3Q/s1600-h/jennifer-lopez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RizZ3dVv1iI/AAAAAAAAAhg/D1sxvO17n3Q/s320/jennifer-lopez.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056656028422100514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, while not many people have discovered Yvette Designs at Pearson Jewelers, I'm very glad to say that my business is slowly and surely picking up.  All it takes is a little shameless self promotion.  Well see, I act like I didn't have anything to do with making the jewelry so as not to make the customer feel pressure to buy.  Gee, maybe I should rethink this strategy.  Hmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995040793354536290-8414999773208377484?l=yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/8414999773208377484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995040793354536290&amp;postID=8414999773208377484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/8414999773208377484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/8414999773208377484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/04/research-week.html' title='Research Week'/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RizaENVv1kI/AAAAAAAAAhw/0NG7XChaF3k/s72-c/b+and+w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290.post-8919605474633760506</id><published>2007-04-22T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T06:30:15.091-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Walk In My Shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yvette Designs'/><title type='text'>Lost Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RivQFtVv1hI/AAAAAAAAAhY/HWamL-bg2Sg/s1600-h/kayla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RivQFtVv1hI/AAAAAAAAAhY/HWamL-bg2Sg/s320/kayla.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056363803142247954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! This week just flew by and I didn't even have the presence of mind to notice it. I completely forgot about Studio Friday. I just realized it, and I actually feel like today is Saturday. Anyhow, I know that it is not because my young cousin Kayla went to her Senior Prom last night. Aw! She looked so pretty in her shiny dress with the shiny jewelry I made for her. Unfortunately, these photos don't do either subject justice, Kayla, or my jewelry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RivQB9Vv1gI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/TpKY0xhKAic/s1600-h/kayla+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RivQB9Vv1gI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/TpKY0xhKAic/s320/kayla+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056363738717738498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'll admit that my distractions are stemming from an intense focus on what the next steps I'll take with Yvette Designs will be, and how I can gain more peace in my life. Trey and I are toying with the idea of, starting next month, not buying anything that we don't absolutely need for an entire year. It is a challenge that if accomplished would no doubt change our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RivP9dVv1fI/AAAAAAAAAhI/bNeHL7SQutM/s1600-h/tranquil+oasis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RivP9dVv1fI/AAAAAAAAAhI/bNeHL7SQutM/s320/tranquil+oasis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056363661408327154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Also, I posed to him this question: Do you think you could move away from this beautiful spacious house, and leave most of our possessions with all of the amenities that we have to live in a small apartment with no television? He couldn't even fathom it. He has never had to be without cable t.v.., but I did it for years (the whole scenario), and I know how freeing it can be, and how much time can be gained from it. We both, however, agreed that we could not live without the Internet. he he. Our one, small, guilty pleasure. I want to be a citizen of the world, not chained to my home. One day, maybe we'll cut the cord. The cable, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RivPz9Vv1eI/AAAAAAAAAhA/cm71o5wq5Uc/s1600-h/see+the+world.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RivPz9Vv1eI/AAAAAAAAAhA/cm71o5wq5Uc/s320/see+the+world.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056363498199569890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995040793354536290-8919605474633760506?l=yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/8919605474633760506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995040793354536290&amp;postID=8919605474633760506' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/8919605474633760506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/8919605474633760506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/04/lost-friday.html' title='Lost Friday'/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RivQFtVv1hI/AAAAAAAAAhY/HWamL-bg2Sg/s72-c/kayla.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290.post-2344528625506505886</id><published>2007-04-18T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T18:10:57.820-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Walk In My Shoes'/><title type='text'>Departure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RiZoBe9riVI/AAAAAAAAAg4/0yo2htq3mR0/s1600-h/vaca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RiZoBe9riVI/AAAAAAAAAg4/0yo2htq3mR0/s320/vaca.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054842006470887762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings from vacation land!  Well, really it's a vacation of the mind because I'm just dreaming of going away.  It's been raining and gloomy all day, so I began to conjure images of sunny summer days. It's been too long since I've gotten out of town and I am officially ready to go.  These pictures were taken in Orange Beach, MS on a short vacation last summer.  It's amazing how many great memories are made during even the shortest of stays away.  May you and your loved ones take a real vacation this summer, and may you make many warm memories to draw upon on rainy days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RiZny-9riUI/AAAAAAAAAgw/Iu8prbwNneI/s1600-h/fun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RiZny-9riUI/AAAAAAAAAgw/Iu8prbwNneI/s320/fun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054841757362784578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995040793354536290-2344528625506505886?l=yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/2344528625506505886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995040793354536290&amp;postID=2344528625506505886' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/2344528625506505886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/2344528625506505886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/04/departure.html' title='Departure'/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RiZoBe9riVI/AAAAAAAAAg4/0yo2htq3mR0/s72-c/vaca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290.post-5614206312101470038</id><published>2007-04-16T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T08:15:25.667-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Walk In My Shoes'/><title type='text'>Vintage Glass</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RiORHe9riTI/AAAAAAAAAgo/x5IRpVI6FjQ/s1600-h/bottles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RiORHe9riTI/AAAAAAAAAgo/x5IRpVI6FjQ/s320/bottles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054042764596709682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out this collection of gorgeous old bottles. They are a motley assortment from short and squat bottles, to tall, and graceful. Some are green, lavender, and clear. A few of them were made before 1910. The best part of all this is that they are mine! My father-in-law bought them for $50.00 at an auction in Kansas. He said that the other bidders really wanted this glass collection for some reason, and he wants me to find out why. Looks like I have a homework assignment on my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RiORB-9riSI/AAAAAAAAAgg/QRHPAj1Nymc/s1600-h/bottles+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RiORB-9riSI/AAAAAAAAAgg/QRHPAj1Nymc/s320/bottles+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054042670107429154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;However, we do know a little about the history of how the early 20th century bottles were made. The tell tale sign that the bottle was made before 1910 is the seam, due to the mold in which they were made, running from the bottom of the bottle to just before the neck. Then, while the glass was still hot, they attached the top portion (neck and opening) which is obviously seamless. If there is a seam running up the entire portion of the bottle, it was made after 1910.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RiOQ7-9riRI/AAAAAAAAAgY/qEOCcmveCa4/s1600-h/bottle+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RiOQ7-9riRI/AAAAAAAAAgY/qEOCcmveCa4/s320/bottle+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054042567028214034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Also, before World War 1, glass was made with manganese, which was imported from Germany. Of course, once the war erupted, we stopped using this element. Over time, the bottles made with manganese, which were once clear, turn a light lilac color. Very lovely. The bottles made after 1910 will retain their original color (clear, green, or other).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RiOQ0O9riQI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/eaaklU0PRl8/s1600-h/bottle+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RiOQ0O9riQI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/eaaklU0PRl8/s320/bottle+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054042433884227842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995040793354536290-5614206312101470038?l=yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/5614206312101470038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995040793354536290&amp;postID=5614206312101470038' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/5614206312101470038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/5614206312101470038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/04/vintage-glass.html' title='Vintage Glass'/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RiORHe9riTI/AAAAAAAAAgo/x5IRpVI6FjQ/s72-c/bottles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290.post-6166344243065023920</id><published>2007-04-13T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T18:37:43.972-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Little Studio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Walk In My Shoes'/><title type='text'>Studio Friday: Sloth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rh_BYO9riOI/AAAAAAAAAgA/fNNjWpYC6Xk/s1600-h/jackson+sq..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rh_BYO9riOI/AAAAAAAAAgA/fNNjWpYC6Xk/s320/jackson+sq..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052969929010809058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How do you fail to utilize your gift and talents? How do you feel at those moments? Are you unwilling to act? Is it that you are afraid? What is really going on? How can a few simple steps change you? What do you need for that happen?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rh-_p-9riMI/AAAAAAAAAfw/NjUpYsV8FkM/s1600-h/muneta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rh-_p-9riMI/AAAAAAAAAfw/NjUpYsV8FkM/s320/muneta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052968034930231490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For years I have failed to utilize my drawing ability. I was born with this talent for a reason, and I used to truly love it. I'm not sure if I ever consciously knew what I was supposed to do with this gift. I do know that it was not laziness that killed my love of drawing and painting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started drawing when I was 4 and eventually, all of the doodling paid off when I was accepted into talented art my freshman year in high school. Every year I entered competitions. I so badly wanted to win the top prize which I believed would validate my whole reason for being an artist. I won a ribbon in mostly every competition I entered, but never the top prize. Finally, the last competition of my high school experience, the end of Senior year, I won Best in Show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rh-_ju9riLI/AAAAAAAAAfo/nq9rpCBah-E/s1600-h/best+in+show.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rh-_ju9riLI/AAAAAAAAAfo/nq9rpCBah-E/s320/best+in+show.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052967927556049074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See, all the years that I spent entering competitions, I was focusing more on how the work would be received than how much joy it brought me. Surrounded by great artists, I always felt beneath them in my level of skill. I always felt this pressure to be the best, and to outdo everyone. Now, I realize that comparing yourself to others is quite an unhealthy thing. I just want to find joy in the creative process again.  Still, I haven't found the energy and the flow that I once had.  I'm working up to it by way of my interest in mixed media, and more inspired jewelry design. Maybe someday, I'll feel free to create like I did when I was a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rh-_fO9riKI/AAAAAAAAAfg/L37-MVFAQ4Q/s1600-h/commision.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rh-_fO9riKI/AAAAAAAAAfg/L37-MVFAQ4Q/s320/commision.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052967850246637730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995040793354536290-6166344243065023920?l=yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/6166344243065023920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995040793354536290&amp;postID=6166344243065023920' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/6166344243065023920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/6166344243065023920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/04/studio-friday-sloth.html' title='Studio Friday: Sloth'/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rh_BYO9riOI/AAAAAAAAAgA/fNNjWpYC6Xk/s72-c/jackson+sq..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290.post-3551417903420158452</id><published>2007-04-12T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T12:17:50.663-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Senseless Acts of Craftiness'/><title type='text'>Musings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rh6C_-9riEI/AAAAAAAAAew/Fy7evk0saHU/s1600-h/stuff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rh6C_-9riEI/AAAAAAAAAew/Fy7evk0saHU/s320/stuff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052619867701348418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These last couple of days, I've been messaging back and forth between a couple of friends, and I had an inspiring two hour conversation with my Dad at dinner last night. We've all been philosophizing and bouncing ideas off one another. I'm challenged and enlivened. Thank you, friends. I feel my creativity renewed because of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rh6CxO9riDI/AAAAAAAAAeo/_MxytABWbk4/s1600-h/asignment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rh6CxO9riDI/AAAAAAAAAeo/_MxytABWbk4/s320/asignment.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052619614298277938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite motivated to use this momentum to advance my jewelry designs.  There are so many mediums I want to try, but since I have vowed not to spend any more money, this makes things a little tricky for me.   This minor limitation is reminiscent of my days in art school when I was given an assignment to use found objects to make art. Only, I'll just use the craft materials that I have already.  So it's more like, collected mixed media art, or collage jewelry, or something.  This exercise should help to expand my creativity, not to hinder it.  It's a challenge, and I can meet it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995040793354536290-3551417903420158452?l=yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/3551417903420158452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995040793354536290&amp;postID=3551417903420158452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/3551417903420158452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/3551417903420158452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/04/musings.html' title='Musings'/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rh6C_-9riEI/AAAAAAAAAew/Fy7evk0saHU/s72-c/stuff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290.post-5965982480214378685</id><published>2007-04-09T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T07:19:23.523-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Walk In My Shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yvette Designs'/><title type='text'>Charmed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RhpILhuVXCI/AAAAAAAAAeg/o4TaoRZ_Md8/s1600-h/key+to+my+heart+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RhpILhuVXCI/AAAAAAAAAeg/o4TaoRZ_Md8/s320/key+to+my+heart+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051429294917901346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you all had a great Easter weekend! A few of us got sick over here, so we were all scattered and our plans went awry, but that's life, isn't it? Aside from that, during the last few days, I got the chance to post a whole lot of items on the Etsy site.  There's lots of new, fun, cute sterling silver jewelry to choose from.  Also, there are a couple new charm bracelets like the one above, so check it out! You can find the link to the store near the top of the sidebar to your right, or you can click &lt;a href="http://yvettedesigns.etsy.com/"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RhpIEBuVXBI/AAAAAAAAAeY/OvcPFi_pezo/s1600-h/kayla%27s+dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RhpIEBuVXBI/AAAAAAAAAeY/OvcPFi_pezo/s320/kayla%27s+dress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051429166068882450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, you know how in my last post I said that I wasn't going to buy any more beads or findings?....Well, I did it anyways.  See, this time I have a perfectly legitimate excuse.  My cousin, Kayla, is going to her Senior prom, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aww&lt;/span&gt;, and she wanted me to make her jewelry for the big night.  I never went to my prom, but if I did, I'd want a big cousin who could make my jewelry just the way I wanted it.  So, needless to say, I'm really excited to be doing this for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above is a picture of her dress.  I love the color!  We stayed up late last night choosing the Swarovski Crystals, and findings that I'll be using to make the perfect necklace, earrings, bracelet, and hair pin.  Two weeks until the day, and I'll post a photo of her dressed and ready to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995040793354536290-5965982480214378685?l=yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/5965982480214378685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995040793354536290&amp;postID=5965982480214378685' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/5965982480214378685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/5965982480214378685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/04/charmed.html' title='Charmed!'/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RhpILhuVXCI/AAAAAAAAAeg/o4TaoRZ_Md8/s72-c/key+to+my+heart+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290.post-7811266430302265975</id><published>2007-04-06T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T13:08:22.508-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Little Studio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yvette Designs'/><title type='text'>Studio Friday: Greed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RhaooRuVW9I/AAAAAAAAAd4/8DSpDN9bx6E/s1600-h/bead+greed+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RhaooRuVW9I/AAAAAAAAAd4/8DSpDN9bx6E/s320/bead+greed+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050409442048564178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part III of the new SF mini series looked at from an artist's perspective in a different angle and light: &lt;strong&gt;"The Seven Deadly Sins"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is an ugly one as well....uuuuh! What is it you are greedy about or feel greedy about? Is it material or is it a behavior? Are you greedy for emotions? Do you hoard? How do you want to change for the better? It can be small steps or do you rather take a big step to change?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello everyone, my name is Monica, (Insert: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hello Monica&lt;/span&gt;) and I have a problem with buying hundreds of dollars worth of findings and beads.  I use them all in two days, and am immediately drawn to the computer to buy more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must ask myself, where is the logical business woman here?  I have to break even at some point, and making a profit would be good too, but I can't help it.   I go to my supplier's web sites, see all the cute new stuff, and just have to get my hands on it.  What you see above is my new shipment, happily received today.  I'm like a little kid with a cookie when I get that impatiently awaited package.  Can you see me jumping up and down?  No?  Well, hand me a package full of supplies and I'm doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning on rectifying this greediness of mine by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;putting down the credit card&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  I will not spend another cent on beads, that is, unless I absolutely need to, or until my merchandise needs replenishing.  Whew!  This is gonna be tough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995040793354536290-7811266430302265975?l=yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/7811266430302265975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995040793354536290&amp;postID=7811266430302265975' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/7811266430302265975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/7811266430302265975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/04/studio-friday-greed.html' title='Studio Friday: Greed'/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RhaooRuVW9I/AAAAAAAAAd4/8DSpDN9bx6E/s72-c/bead+greed+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290.post-4235499958951300773</id><published>2007-04-04T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T11:58:30.721-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yvette Designs'/><title type='text'>Preparations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RhP1RRuVW3I/AAAAAAAAAdI/LSLXUJu6q8Y/s1600-h/collage+for+real.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RhP1RRuVW3I/AAAAAAAAAdI/LSLXUJu6q8Y/s320/collage+for+real.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049649284376779634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I know there's a lot going on in this photo, but I'm really trying to get some interesting shots of my jewelry. See, I am planning on getting some &lt;a href="http://www.moo.com/"&gt;Moo Cards&lt;/a&gt; made. Most of my fellow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;crafters&lt;/span&gt; know what I'm talking about, but if you don't, check it out. These cards are neat-o! I'm aiming for smack ya' in the face style and pizazz. Not at all like the boring, run of the mill business card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RhPs8RuVW0I/AAAAAAAAAcw/1wQy1BXjies/s1600-h/pita.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RhPs8RuVW0I/AAAAAAAAAcw/1wQy1BXjies/s320/pita.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049640127506504514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my big day at the the store when I get to take an unused, and uninteresting display out of one case, and transplant Yvette Designs in its place. Here's to hoping that my jewelry is a big seller. I'm crossing my fingers, but really, Yvette Designs is the only jewelry in that store that is one of a kind. How often does one run across something like that in a fine jewelry store?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My biggest hangup now is, do I post the one of a kind items that are in the store on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Etsy&lt;/span&gt;?   What if one is sold in the store, and that day someone buys the same item on line?  Does anyone have any suggestions?  What do other artisans of one of a kind products do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RhPsqxuVWzI/AAAAAAAAAco/t9qCmWQPsCc/s1600-h/thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RhPsqxuVWzI/AAAAAAAAAco/t9qCmWQPsCc/s320/thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049639826858793778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I began about a year ago, I've come a long way with my design style, materials, and photos.  I know there is always room for improvement, so if you have any comments or suggestions, I'd love to hear them.  It's real simple, just scroll to the end of the page, and click on the word "comments".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995040793354536290-4235499958951300773?l=yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/4235499958951300773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995040793354536290&amp;postID=4235499958951300773' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/4235499958951300773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/4235499958951300773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/04/preparations.html' title='Preparations'/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RhP1RRuVW3I/AAAAAAAAAdI/LSLXUJu6q8Y/s72-c/collage+for+real.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290.post-575550248070754939</id><published>2007-04-02T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T07:23:20.410-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Little Studio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yvette Designs'/><title type='text'>Design and Organize</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RhEK1QIjJjI/AAAAAAAAAcI/IuHgP_qKqVs/s1600-h/inspire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RhEK1QIjJjI/AAAAAAAAAcI/IuHgP_qKqVs/s320/inspire.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048828567239206450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekend started just the way I'd hoped it would.  I finally received my package of jewelry supplies in the mail, tore it open, and in it was a PMC, Precious Metal Clay, starter kit.  Yay!  I have a torch now!...and a mandrel, firing block, and other nifty supplies.  I had ordered four loose Topaz stones, and they came all wrapped up the way diamonds come to my jeweler mentor at his store.  I feel all official, suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I now have a small, but complete set of display items to put Yvette Designs in the jewelry store.  It took me a while to piece it all together, but it looks great!  I even made a very pro looking sign for the case. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RhEKqAIjJiI/AAAAAAAAAcA/OoeRNUi-3sg/s1600-h/studio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RhEKqAIjJiI/AAAAAAAAAcA/OoeRNUi-3sg/s320/studio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048828373965678114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t202" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="202" path="m,l,21600r21600,l21600,xe"&gt;  &lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;  &lt;v:path gradientshapeok="t" connecttype="rect"&gt; &lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_s1026" type="#_x0000_t202" style="'position:absolute;" filled="f" fillcolor="black [0]" stroked="f" strokecolor="black [0]" strokeweight="0" insetpen="t" cliptowrap="t"&gt;  &lt;v:fill color2="white [7]"&gt;  &lt;v:stroke&gt;   &lt;o:left ext="view" color="black [0]" color2="white [7]"&gt;   &lt;o:top ext="view" color="black [0]" color2="white [7]"&gt;   &lt;o:right ext="view" color="black [0]" color2="white [7]"&gt;   &lt;o:bottom ext="view" color="black [0]" color2="white [7]"&gt;   &lt;o:column ext="view" color="black [0]" color2="white [7]"&gt;  &lt;/v:stroke&gt;  &lt;v:shadow color="#ccc [4]"&gt;  &lt;o:lock ext="edit" shapetype="t"&gt;  &lt;v:textbox style="'mso-column-margin:5.7pt'" inset="2.85pt,2.85pt,2.85pt,2.85pt"&gt;  &lt;![if pub]&gt;&lt;b:otyeschertext type="OplPo" oty="1" oh="279"&gt;   &lt;b:fmoved priv="300"&gt;True&lt;/b:FMoved&gt;   &lt;b:oid priv="C05"&gt;(``````!=&amp;quot;``&lt;/b:Oid&gt;   &lt;b:oidassociated priv="D05"&gt;(```````````&lt;/b:OidAssociated&gt;   &lt;b:qsid priv="2704"&gt;1&lt;/b:Qsid&gt;   &lt;b:dxlmax priv="AA04"&gt;4498848&lt;/b:DxlMax&gt;   &lt;b:dylmax priv="AB04"&gt;1721769&lt;/b:DylMax&gt;  &lt;/b:otyEscherText&gt;  &lt;![endif]&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;span style="position: absolute; z-index: 1; left: 168px; top: 708px; width: 473px; height: 181px;"&gt;  &lt;table style="top: 768px; left: 240px; width: 380px; height: 121px;" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td style="vertical-align: top;" height="181" width="473"&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;   &lt;div shape="_x0000_s1026" style="padding: 2.85pt;" class="shape"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing that made this weekend worth while was the fact that I actually got around to organizing my studio closet.  It's gleaming now, shining like a diamond, almost as pretty, but much more functional.  Aside: (Nevertheless, this by no means gets you off the hook, Trey.  I still want diamonds.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, let me not forget to mention the photo above.  I had that pendant tacked to my inspiration board in the studio, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt;, I found the color scheme to suit it.  Some of the colors in the magazine clipping related to the pendant, so I paired the other dominant colors of the picture with the pendant, and it turned out much to my liking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995040793354536290-575550248070754939?l=yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/575550248070754939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995040793354536290&amp;postID=575550248070754939' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/575550248070754939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/575550248070754939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/04/design-and-organize.html' title='Design and Organize'/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RhEK1QIjJjI/AAAAAAAAAcI/IuHgP_qKqVs/s72-c/inspire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290.post-3380730497142994178</id><published>2007-03-30T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T13:15:39.026-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Little Studio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yvette Designs'/><title type='text'>Studio Friday: Gluttony</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rg1uyQIjJhI/AAAAAAAAAb4/YxdE1eITZcs/s1600-h/gluttony.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rg1uyQIjJhI/AAAAAAAAAb4/YxdE1eITZcs/s320/gluttony.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047812566955533842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin #2: GLUTTONY!&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you overindulge in during your days in your studio while creating? Food or drink? How bad is it and how bad is &lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt; for you? How are you planning on changing it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all in this together, it seems. Coffee! is my overindulgence, oh, and black tea. I have a buffet of teas, and I strictly adhere to the Twinings of London brand. Supposedly, it's good for you in small quantities, but like anything done in excess, it's bad for you. I don't plan on quitting my habit. I'm not addicted. I swear! However, I do try to keep my intake down to at least 3 cups a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, while happily indulging in my deadly sin, I have worked in the studio to post more Yvette Designs eye candy to my &lt;a href="http://yvettedesigns.etsy.com"&gt;Etsy&lt;/a&gt; store. Check it out y'all!  More to come soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rg00qQIjJgI/AAAAAAAAAbw/LxYIAf_PFRU/s1600-h/etsy+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rg00qQIjJgI/AAAAAAAAAbw/LxYIAf_PFRU/s320/etsy+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047748657842169346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995040793354536290-3380730497142994178?l=yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/3380730497142994178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995040793354536290&amp;postID=3380730497142994178' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/3380730497142994178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/3380730497142994178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/03/studio-friday-gluttony.html' title='Studio Friday: Gluttony'/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rg1uyQIjJhI/AAAAAAAAAb4/YxdE1eITZcs/s72-c/gluttony.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290.post-1305435291285584859</id><published>2007-03-28T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T12:09:03.866-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Little Studio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yvette Designs'/><title type='text'>Silver and Other Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RgqiUgIjJeI/AAAAAAAAAbU/xX32eSv0OUI/s1600-h/try.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RgqiUgIjJeI/AAAAAAAAAbU/xX32eSv0OUI/s320/try.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047024805528937954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally!  I have begun using sterling silver findings to make my jewelry.  Of course, with the higher cost of findings comes higher priced items.  However, you can be sure that with the proper care, your Yvette Designed adornment will last for a very, very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another bit of exciting news is that Yvette Designs will soon be displayed in Pearson Jewelers, located at 206 Bell Ln. in West Monroe!   As soon as my displays come in the mail, you will be able to shop there for always one of a kind items.  Come on Mr. Mailman.  Hurry, hurry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RgqasQIjJcI/AAAAAAAAAbE/W4DCv3eLKoQ/s1600-h/clip+art+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RgqasQIjJcI/AAAAAAAAAbE/W4DCv3eLKoQ/s320/clip+art+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047016417457808834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, take a look at the new studio art that I put together today for under $25.00!  Using a mat, I cropped and framed glossy vintage poster prints from my old 2006 calender.   Now that I've recycled something, I'm feeling very thrifty indeed.   Hmm... what else can I reuse around here?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995040793354536290-1305435291285584859?l=yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/1305435291285584859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995040793354536290&amp;postID=1305435291285584859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/1305435291285584859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/1305435291285584859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/03/silver-and-other-stuff.html' title='Silver and Other Stuff'/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RgqiUgIjJeI/AAAAAAAAAbU/xX32eSv0OUI/s72-c/try.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290.post-8077331861285252187</id><published>2007-03-26T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T14:39:09.193-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Senseless Acts of Craftiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our Little Cottage'/><title type='text'>Pots and Plots</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rgg0dknWHKI/AAAAAAAAAa8/yT8cWIiTRN0/s1600-h/step+one.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rgg0dknWHKI/AAAAAAAAAa8/yT8cWIiTRN0/s320/step+one.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046341065118194850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ever since "&lt;a href="http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/03/little-garden-grow.html"&gt;Little Garden Grow&lt;/a&gt;", I've been itching to add more to my garden, but I didn't want to spend quite as much money this time.   I have lofty dreams for the yard, but the gardens of magazines are not grown overnight.  Rosalyn put it the best way when she said it's like shopping for a wardrobe.  You add a little at a time, watching for sales, and waiting to find the perfect plant or element to fill in the gaps.  Then, the next thing you know you have a fully grown garden/ wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rgg0S0nWHJI/AAAAAAAAAa0/HoBvPS96ulM/s1600-h/step+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rgg0S0nWHJI/AAAAAAAAAa0/HoBvPS96ulM/s320/step+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046340880434601106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this particular shopping spree, I decided to get crafty.  Think of it as deconstructed or altered clothing.   I love the color of Terra Cotta pots, though I think they are a little too plain on their own.   Dressing them up was really easy and fun.  With a paper towel, I applied a thin glaze of paint to each.  Then, I adhered some stickers that I chose for this project.  A coating of clear varnish later, and they were all decked out for the yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I painted a glaze over the wooden stars that I found at the craft store, brushed glue on, and sprinkled them with clear glitter.   They look like little wands to me.   Now, all I need are some fairies for the yard.    Each pot got a Dahlia bulb, each a different color.   I ran out of potting soil, and later found out that the pots are too small for Dahlias.   Oops! Here's to hoping that the pots can contain them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rgg0KUnWHII/AAAAAAAAAas/PlciRxEF9Jg/s1600-h/garden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rgg0KUnWHII/AAAAAAAAAas/PlciRxEF9Jg/s320/garden.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046340734405713026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, while I pondered what success means to me, I made a list of wishes for the future. There are lots of dandelions in the yard, so I'll pick a few every day, and send my wishes adrift.  What's your wish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rggz8knWHHI/AAAAAAAAAak/VBPqQIW6izQ/s1600-h/wish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rggz8knWHHI/AAAAAAAAAak/VBPqQIW6izQ/s320/wish.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046340498182511730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995040793354536290-8077331861285252187?l=yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/8077331861285252187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995040793354536290&amp;postID=8077331861285252187' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/8077331861285252187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/8077331861285252187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/03/ive-been-itching-to-add-more-to-my.html' title='Pots and Plots'/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rgg0dknWHKI/AAAAAAAAAa8/yT8cWIiTRN0/s72-c/step+one.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290.post-5305062382873081693</id><published>2007-03-23T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T14:15:10.306-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Little Studio'/><title type='text'>Studio Friday: Lust</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RgQ9ZUnWHGI/AAAAAAAAAac/uDIG0mdRQpI/s1600-h/beads.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RgQ9ZUnWHGI/AAAAAAAAAac/uDIG0mdRQpI/s320/beads.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045224987801558114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;What do you desire? What feeds your passion and excessive love? Do you listen to your heart's desires or not? What happens if you do, what happens if you don't? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things that I desire, like to always surround myself with beautiful things, to travel through Europe, and to never lose my youthful spirit.  However, the thing that trumps all of these desires is my need to be and to feel successful.   A lady recently told me, "But you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; successful!" She is so sweet, always pointing out the positive, but to me, whatever I have done is not enough.  I know that to be successful, one has to first define what it means to them.  So, I'll get out my pencil and journal, add to and amend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RgQ9M0nWHFI/AAAAAAAAAaU/FETTPjjwbtE/s1600-h/inspire+board.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RgQ9M0nWHFI/AAAAAAAAAaU/FETTPjjwbtE/s320/inspire+board.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045224773053193298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that fuels my passion for jewelry arts is all of the color and beauty in the world.   I have a broad definition of art, and all forms of it is inspiring to me.  Above is a photo of my inspiration board where I have tacked up a few pendants that I haven't known what to do with.  I began cutting my favorite images from old magazines, and posted them where I thought they were most visually appealing.  Wouldn't you know it, but that has really helped me to find direction for these little pendants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to not follow my heart and my dreams, I believe that when I am old and gray I will wonder why I wasted my youthful passion and energy.  I only have one life, one chance to make the most of it, and I intend to live it like it were the best dream I ever had!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995040793354536290-5305062382873081693?l=yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/5305062382873081693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995040793354536290&amp;postID=5305062382873081693' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/5305062382873081693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/5305062382873081693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/03/studio-friday-lust.html' title='Studio Friday: Lust'/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RgQ9ZUnWHGI/AAAAAAAAAac/uDIG0mdRQpI/s72-c/beads.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290.post-6647972187125261884</id><published>2007-03-21T07:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T08:11:30.883-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Senseless Acts of Craftiness'/><title type='text'>Modern Alchemy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RgFFrUnWHEI/AAAAAAAAAaM/wSfstMh0tOI/s1600-h/RomanStatues4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RgFFrUnWHEI/AAAAAAAAAaM/wSfstMh0tOI/s320/RomanStatues4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044389668202093634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I have discovered a new art medium that opens a whole new range of possibilities to me!  It is called &lt;a href="http://www.pmcsupply.com/"&gt;Precious Metal Clay&lt;/a&gt;.    Okay, obviously it's clay, but it is embedded with 99.9% fine silver, or gold.   You just mold it into whatever you like, set stones, or glass if you wish, and fire it with a torch or kiln.  The heat melts away the non metal properties of the clay, and voila!  You've got a finished piece of solid gold or silver fine art jewelry.   Of course, you can make more than just jewelry.   You can make boxes, book marks, wine bottle stoppers, paper weights, key chains...  You are only limited by your own creativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RgFFhknWHDI/AAAAAAAAAaE/XOqgn4yXO9Q/s1600-h/GrandeFleur_12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RgFFhknWHDI/AAAAAAAAAaE/XOqgn4yXO9Q/s320/GrandeFleur_12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044389500698369074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above is a an example of what you can do with PMC, done by jewelry artist &lt;a href="http://jewelrymaking.about.com/gi/dynamic/offsite.htm?zi=1/XJ/Ya&amp;sdn=jewelrymaking&amp;amp;cdn=hobbies&amp;tm=29&amp;amp;gps=34_7_1020_599&amp;f=00&amp;amp;su=p445.92.150.ip_&amp;tt=14&amp;amp;bt=1&amp;bts=1&amp;amp;zu=http%3A//www.precieux.com/"&gt;Shahasp Valentine.&lt;/a&gt; Her work is very regal, ancient, and romantic feeling.   She is inspired by ancient architecture, fine jewels of the past, and her travels to Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to get my hands on this PMC stuff, but first I have to get around to ordering it.  Oh, and I do believe an inspirational mini vacation should be next!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995040793354536290-6647972187125261884?l=yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/6647972187125261884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995040793354536290&amp;postID=6647972187125261884' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/6647972187125261884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/6647972187125261884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/03/modern-alchemy.html' title='Modern Alchemy'/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RgFFrUnWHEI/AAAAAAAAAaM/wSfstMh0tOI/s72-c/RomanStatues4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290.post-1553549065736671361</id><published>2007-03-19T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T07:52:18.245-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Little Studio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Walk In My Shoes'/><title type='text'>Tiny Plans</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rf6gVuLaw-I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/I1s67mS4XnQ/s1600-h/eurekaspringstin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rf6gVuLaw-I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/I1s67mS4XnQ/s320/eurekaspringstin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043644927735153634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been obsessed for the past few days over the thought of a tiny cottage like workshop in the back yard.   A few days ago, I found the perfect web site, then promptly forgot how I got there, and most importantly what the URL was.  I searched for it for at least an hour using all of the key words I could think of.  No luck, but I did find this extremely odd specimen (above).  It turns out that this strange dream of a house is in Eureka Springs, Ark., just a stones throw away from my neck of the woods.  Isn't that so country of me to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I am having such a tough time finding any cute little cottage workshop plans, I guess I'll just have to design it myself.  As it turns out, my Mom, who happens to be my next door neighbor, has been dreaming of her own little cottage at the foot of the yard.  Her idea is to have a jacuzzi with a path straight to the little spa house of her dreams.  Lucky for me, she invited me to share in the experience.  We will be working on combining our dreams to make a space that is suitable for both of us.  We are both very excited about our plans.  I am especially because I get to make all the decorating decisions.  Yippee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any of you have any idea where to find cute little workshop plans on the net or otherwise, please let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995040793354536290-1553549065736671361?l=yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/1553549065736671361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995040793354536290&amp;postID=1553549065736671361' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/1553549065736671361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/1553549065736671361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/03/tiny-plans.html' title='Tiny Plans'/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rf6gVuLaw-I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/I1s67mS4XnQ/s72-c/eurekaspringstin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290.post-257727578628569039</id><published>2007-03-16T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T09:15:08.411-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Walk In My Shoes'/><title type='text'>Studio Friday: Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RfrAMOLaw9I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/psUvnPCyYzw/s1600-h/destiny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RfrAMOLaw9I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/psUvnPCyYzw/s320/destiny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042554048991642578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;HOPE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;What gives you hope? How do you keep it up? What or who guides you through the rough patches and makes you keep on going no matter what?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RfrABuLaw8I/AAAAAAAAAZs/Fen40NdaWBM/s1600-h/lil+lulu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RfrABuLaw8I/AAAAAAAAAZs/Fen40NdaWBM/s320/lil+lulu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042553868603016130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have a lot of aspirations that fuel my hopes. One goal seems to lead to another, and it doesn't matter what things may bring me down, I always find my way back to my dreams. My goals keep getting grander, yet they are more true to who I am than ever before.  It took me a lot of time to figure out what I really want in life, and now that I know, I'm on my way to realizing it. Also, knowing that I have creative control of my destiny gives me hope because I know that everything that I want and have ever wanted will come true, and already has come true.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rfq_4eLaw7I/AAAAAAAAAZk/AGwsTTgFWGE/s1600-h/p-nut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rfq_4eLaw7I/AAAAAAAAAZk/AGwsTTgFWGE/s320/p-nut.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042553709689226162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Once in a while, I feel down, and I let little things bother me more than I should.  I can feel myself slipping into the easy path of self pity or anger.   The person who guides me back to who I always want to be (a peaceful and happy person) is my husband, Trey.   He is always there to lend a sympathetic ear, to give a kind word, and to make me smile because he is an absolute goof.   I mean that in the most totally, endearingly possible way.    Then there's my two dogs Lulu and Peanut who are like little clowns for me just when I need it.  They wiggle, dance, and roll around spasmodically, and lick my toes to coax a laugh out of me.  Just look at those little faces.  How can I lose hope with them around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995040793354536290-257727578628569039?l=yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/257727578628569039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995040793354536290&amp;postID=257727578628569039' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/257727578628569039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/257727578628569039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/03/studio-friday-hope.html' title='Studio Friday: Hope'/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RfrAMOLaw9I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/psUvnPCyYzw/s72-c/destiny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290.post-245183609711615415</id><published>2007-03-14T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T13:13:38.413-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Walk In My Shoes'/><title type='text'>Dream, Dream, Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RfhS0eLaw6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1V59mWodmQQ/s1600-h/flowers02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RfhS0eLaw6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1V59mWodmQQ/s320/flowers02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041870844248900514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a very rainy day.  What to do, what to do?  Daydream of course.  Aside from my daily chores, I've been walking around in the dim lights of the house alone with my dogs and my reveries.  Like, wouldn't it be nice if I could be there, in these photos, right now?  I would love to have a picnic with a view like that.  A few blank pages and some pencils would be nice too.  Wouldn't it be nice to have a home studio with a gigantic picture window overlooking that blue mountain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also decided, while reflecting, that it is completely necessary to have a workshop built in my back yard.  The workshop of my imagination would be just for fine jewelry making where I'd be putting my daily lessons from the jewelry shop to use. With all the necessary filing, sanding, and polishing that goes on, the house would be covered in gold dust if I were to work in my home studio.  I want the workshop to be a life sized doll house with a porch for me and my dogs to sit under  when it's time for a break.  I want vibrant colors like a turquoise work bench, hot pink chair, and chartreuse walls.  Completely frivolous (or hideous depending on who you are), I know, but inspiring for me nonetheless.  Ah, just look at that view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RfhStOLaw5I/AAAAAAAAAZU/opywsBl9Ass/s1600-h/MaroonAspen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RfhStOLaw5I/AAAAAAAAAZU/opywsBl9Ass/s320/MaroonAspen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041870719694848914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995040793354536290-245183609711615415?l=yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/245183609711615415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995040793354536290&amp;postID=245183609711615415' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/245183609711615415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/245183609711615415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/03/dream-dream-dream.html' title='Dream, Dream, Dream'/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RfhS0eLaw6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/1V59mWodmQQ/s72-c/flowers02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290.post-7750754601349540279</id><published>2007-03-12T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T11:53:31.156-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Walk In My Shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Try Our Southern Hospitality'/><title type='text'>Vino A Go Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RfWbHuLaw1I/AAAAAAAAAY0/1yUPi4OiEbM/s1600-h/clocks+reviesed+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RfWbHuLaw1I/AAAAAAAAAY0/1yUPi4OiEbM/s320/clocks+reviesed+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041105914868450130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've been following my blog for the past month or so, you know that last month I had a wine tasting party.  Well, the party was such a hit that my friend, Jeffery, decided we should do it every month.   This time, he played host to all at his uncle's home where we had the buffet d' vino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RfWa6uLaw0I/AAAAAAAAAYs/w2oNSFLgHGU/s1600-h/altar+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RfWa6uLaw0I/AAAAAAAAAYs/w2oNSFLgHGU/s320/altar+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041105691530150722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was absolutely fascinated by this guy's home.  A man after my own heart.  Feast your eyes on the many photos that I just had to take.  In every corner, there were eye catching vignettes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RfWapuLawyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/__9ixmypEVs/s1600-h/world+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RfWapuLawyI/AAAAAAAAAYc/__9ixmypEVs/s320/world+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041105399472374562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gent's massive clock collection had to be divided between two walls!  You know how much I like clocks, and want a collection of my own.  I thought I'd died and gone to heaven when I walked into that room.  The Egyptian in the corner is fashioned after a sarcophagus.  What is in it?  I cannot divulge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RfWac-LawxI/AAAAAAAAAYU/72FC2us-rSw/s1600-h/ohm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RfWac-LawxI/AAAAAAAAAYU/72FC2us-rSw/s320/ohm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041105180429042450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed the clash of cultural objects found in this home.  There were African, Egyptian, French, Indian, Asian, and more all thrown together and the effect is really quite stunning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RfWaROLawwI/AAAAAAAAAYM/q8l9oqtAMYg/s1600-h/feast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RfWaROLawwI/AAAAAAAAAYM/q8l9oqtAMYg/s320/feast.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041104978565579522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;smorgasbord&lt;/span&gt; of all things yummy (above) was put together by Jeffery.  He is quite talented in the culinary arts.  Chocolate covered pineapples (my favorite), grapes, and strawberries, oh swoon!  For this, pray you get invited next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RfWaJ-LawvI/AAAAAAAAAYE/2ffbY6gHWic/s1600-h/n.o..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RfWaJ-LawvI/AAAAAAAAAYE/2ffbY6gHWic/s320/n.o..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041104854011527922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wine tasting party part &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;deux&lt;/span&gt; was a hit, so Trey and I will be hosting the next one.  I hope to see all of you there, those whom have come before, and those whom we have not yet met.  Adieu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RfWaC-LawuI/AAAAAAAAAX8/1zynNdA7s8A/s1600-h/object+d%27+art.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RfWaC-LawuI/AAAAAAAAAX8/1zynNdA7s8A/s320/object+d%27+art.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041104733752443618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995040793354536290-7750754601349540279?l=yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/7750754601349540279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995040793354536290&amp;postID=7750754601349540279' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/7750754601349540279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/7750754601349540279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/03/vino-go-go.html' title='Vino A Go Go'/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RfWbHuLaw1I/AAAAAAAAAY0/1yUPi4OiEbM/s72-c/clocks+reviesed+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290.post-2043069160045250309</id><published>2007-03-11T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T17:48:20.217-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our Little Cottage'/><title type='text'>Little Garden Grow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RfSbjOLawtI/AAAAAAAAAX0/FTy773Zbmuo/s1600-h/outside+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RfSbjOLawtI/AAAAAAAAAX0/FTy773Zbmuo/s320/outside+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040824912338141906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here it is!   My first attempt at landscaping.   You may have noticed that I'm a low maintenance kind of gal when it comes to yard work.  That's why I chose to fill the beds first with a plastic weed barrier and then with rocks.  Most of the plants require low watering conditions, and little to no maintenance.  I wanted to keep the weeding and tending to the "garden" to a minimum.   It makes life so much easier.   Don't you agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that was not kept at a minimum, however, was the cost of this project.   In  all, I bought 40 bags of rocks to fill these two beds!  At four bucks and something a pop, it did not come cheap, nor did the ten pots and sixteen plants.  Whew!  I had no idea how much it cost to have a nice looking yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RfSbWeLawsI/AAAAAAAAAXs/avZGnWiyAlA/s1600-h/outside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RfSbWeLawsI/AAAAAAAAAXs/avZGnWiyAlA/s320/outside.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040824693294809794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The cost of this project was nothing compared to the fun that I had dreaming this up, planning, and implementing.  Once I had finished the first rock bed, a complete stranger drove into our driveway to tell me how much she liked it!  Isn't that charming and sweet?  I was so completely excited over this lady's compliment that I grinned like the Cheshire Cat for half the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next step for the "garden" is to stake little solar lights in the beds to illuminate them at night.  That way, our gnome Pete won't have to roam alone in the dark.  I'm also planning on finding some sort of barrier to stake around the borders to keep those expensive rocks in place.  After that, it's all up to nature.  Hopefully, we'll see some pretty amazing results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RfSbG-LawrI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_eiHkYIPf2Y/s1600-h/outside+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RfSbG-LawrI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_eiHkYIPf2Y/s320/outside+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040824427006837426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995040793354536290-2043069160045250309?l=yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/2043069160045250309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995040793354536290&amp;postID=2043069160045250309' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/2043069160045250309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/2043069160045250309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/03/little-garden-grow.html' title='Little Garden Grow'/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RfSbjOLawtI/AAAAAAAAAX0/FTy773Zbmuo/s72-c/outside+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290.post-2932203841183787309</id><published>2007-03-09T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T08:25:28.162-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Little Studio'/><title type='text'>Fragile!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RfGDqOLawqI/AAAAAAAAAXc/DPkU2RQ1JW8/s1600-h/fragile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RfGDqOLawqI/AAAAAAAAAXc/DPkU2RQ1JW8/s320/fragile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039954219388027554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This Weeks Studio Friday Topic: Fragile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is the most fragile in your studio? What makes it so fragile? What would you do without it and where do you keep it so it is safe and won't break?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RfGDfOLawpI/AAAAAAAAAXU/EzMgJX2pQZQ/s1600-h/cab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RfGDfOLawpI/AAAAAAAAAXU/EzMgJX2pQZQ/s320/cab.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039954030409466514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a small collection of bottles that I keep in my little wooden apothecary style cabinet.  Most of the bottles have a story behind them.  My hubby, Trey, is a metal detecting geek who decided one day to dig up our back yard in search of hidden treasure.  We live in the most historic part of the twin cities where the first settlers made their camps on the banks of the Ouchita River, (pronounced Wash-it-ah).  What he found was not as old as we'd anticipated, but dated back to the 1930's and 1950's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was once an old house on the land where we built our new home.  Back in "the old days" people dug holes in the ground where they would throw their trash, and would eventually burn it as the hole filled up.  It was from one of these trash pits that Trey unearthed three perfect bottles.  One, a large glass Purex bleach bottle still with liquid bleach inside!  The other, a small cobalt blue Bromo Seltzer bottle, and the other appears to be a root beer bottle.  It was so exciting to see each impeccable bottle as it was pulled from the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other fragile treasures I keep in, or on the cabinet are delicate shells that remind me of Florida where I used to live, and a ceramic vase that I made in art school.  The vase is very imperfect, like so many things I find beautiful, and that's the quality that I seem to like most about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RfGDVOLawoI/AAAAAAAAAXM/X_64DYfSPWE/s1600-h/fragile+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RfGDVOLawoI/AAAAAAAAAXM/X_64DYfSPWE/s320/fragile+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039953858610774658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995040793354536290-2932203841183787309?l=yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/2932203841183787309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995040793354536290&amp;postID=2932203841183787309' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/2932203841183787309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/2932203841183787309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/03/fragile.html' title='Fragile!'/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RfGDqOLawqI/AAAAAAAAAXc/DPkU2RQ1JW8/s72-c/fragile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290.post-6306564411225987276</id><published>2007-03-05T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T17:10:28.409-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our Little Cottage'/><title type='text'>Girl Green</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rey_X6Q8ogI/AAAAAAAAAWs/Kb5KvE_WF0c/s1600-h/corners.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rey_X6Q8ogI/AAAAAAAAAWs/Kb5KvE_WF0c/s320/corners.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038612500618977794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really tried to turn a new leaf today when I decided that I was going to plant greenery in our barren front yard.  I've never planted a thing in my life.  The closest I've come to gardening would be to buy a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-potted plant, and hopefully if it didn't require too much watering, I wouldn't kill it.  I enlisted the help of my friend Rosalyn, who is plant crazy.  She treats her many varieties like little children, each with a different personality.  Obviously, she seemed like the best candidate to help make sense of the enigma that is gardening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to a couple of local &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nurseries&lt;/span&gt; where I found a silvery sage plant, some furry grassy stuff that I felt like I could really cozy up to, and a succulent that did not give me the creeps, or threaten to poke holes in me.  Though, I'm not quite sure what it is or how to care for it because it didn't come with a tag.  After hours of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;deliberating&lt;/span&gt; and planning, I decided that I had gotten just what I needed.  That is, until I got home and took a look at my little plot of land.  How did I not realize that four plants was just not enough to fill in the sad empty spaces all along the front of the house?  Wow, call me green, and not because I'm a nature girl.  Wednesday, I'll be going back to that nursery, and this time I'll have a plan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995040793354536290-6306564411225987276?l=yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/6306564411225987276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995040793354536290&amp;postID=6306564411225987276' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/6306564411225987276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/6306564411225987276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/03/girl-green.html' title='Girl Green'/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rey_X6Q8ogI/AAAAAAAAAWs/Kb5KvE_WF0c/s72-c/corners.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290.post-5742455093701054325</id><published>2007-03-04T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T19:14:56.379-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Walk In My Shoes'/><title type='text'>Good Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/ReuDH9hmDFI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Xcp15Nub6ko/s1600-h/mom%27s+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/ReuDH9hmDFI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Xcp15Nub6ko/s320/mom%27s+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038264780941823058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a great weekend I've had!  I kicked it off by participating in my first ever Studio Friday, and ended it with an evening with good friends.  The last blog post was satisfying, as I'm glad to have actually gotten several comments from the wonderfully creative ladies of Studio Friday.  Though I've been blogging for several months, (with two before this one), I have finally experienced on a small scale what it is like to be a part of a blogging community!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, Trey and I had dinner at a kitschy local  Italian mainstay, The Chateau, with our good friends Rosalyn and Nick.  Parents and several friends were gathered in honor of Rosalyn's college graduation.  There was good food, bottles of wine, conversation, and laughter by candle light. The cozy restaurant surely has an air of true European feasting as we spent three hours wining and dining at that table, and what a wonderful time we all had.  I was so upset with myself for not thinking to bring my camera to document our celebration.  Oh well, Rosalyn's parents have promised photos by e-mail.  I hope that you all had as great a weekend as we did.  Until tomorrow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995040793354536290-5742455093701054325?l=yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/5742455093701054325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995040793354536290&amp;postID=5742455093701054325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/5742455093701054325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/5742455093701054325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/03/good-times.html' title='Good Times'/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/ReuDH9hmDFI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Xcp15Nub6ko/s72-c/mom%27s+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290.post-3721595902923560853</id><published>2007-03-02T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T11:25:02.571-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Little Studio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Senseless Acts of Craftiness'/><title type='text'>Let's Face It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Reh6Aha2lcI/AAAAAAAAAWA/AYw-_5UTz2Q/s1600-h/mess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Reh6Aha2lcI/AAAAAAAAAWA/AYw-_5UTz2Q/s320/mess.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037410332603487682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...whatever 'it' is. What have you been procrastinating about and dragging your heels to do? Does it concern your studio space like tidying up maybe or rearranging your desk or painting those walls in that wonderful new colour? Maybe you need to face something else like that awesome idea that has you sleepless at night because your inner critic has you chickening out planting doubts in your head? Or maybe it is a whole lot of unfinished projects, a letter that needs to be sent, that tool needs buying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RehA2Ba2laI/AAAAAAAAAVo/TQNoa2rpNUY/s1600-h/studio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RehA2Ba2laI/AAAAAAAAAVo/TQNoa2rpNUY/s320/studio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037347480052077986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a great topic for me because there are a lot of things in and about my studio that have been neglected.   As you can see, I have unfinished paintings, a journal that I have almost completely forgotten about, Yvette Designs jewelry that needs to be priced and/or restrung, projects that have left me wondering, "What does this piece need?".  Once I hit that brick wall, I move on to other projects that I'm inspired and excited about.  Then, as the months pass, I begin to see an accumulation of unfinished and seemingly unloved artwork.  These things could be really great if I could just get motivated and inspired to get back to work on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are like me in this respect, I suggest that we as individuals designate an unfinished projects day.  Prepare your studio for this day by cleaning, and organizing your desk and by gathering the materials that you will need.  This will keep your stack of projects from seeming overwhelming.  This shouldn't be a chore, it should be fun!  Create a pleasing atmosphere for yourself, whatever you deem that to be.  I will choose to light my best smelling candle, have a stack of my favorite CD's on hand, let the light stream in, and sit comfortably at my desk in my pajama pants.  Better yet, I just may make a mix CD of the music that inspires me most, just for this day!  Then, many months from now, when another unfinished projects day rolls around, I'll have just the muse to set the tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited to get back to work on these things.  Once they are complete, I believe that it will lighten the feeling of the room.  Thanks Studio Friday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995040793354536290-3721595902923560853?l=yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/3721595902923560853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995040793354536290&amp;postID=3721595902923560853' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/3721595902923560853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/3721595902923560853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/03/lets-face-it.html' title='Let&apos;s Face It!'/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Reh6Aha2lcI/AAAAAAAAAWA/AYw-_5UTz2Q/s72-c/mess.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290.post-3796193178296250561</id><published>2007-02-28T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T12:36:10.491-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yvette Designs'/><title type='text'>Back to Business</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/ReXlM1Z6MwI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Dil8E3IUrmk/s1600-h/plumb+thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/ReXlM1Z6MwI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Dil8E3IUrmk/s320/plumb+thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036683766940709634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may have noticed that I recently took a vacation from Yvette Designs.  Admittedly, I was nervous about my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt; apprenticeship/job at the jewelry store.  I was so focused on assimilating into my new lifestyle, but now it's time to get back to business. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/ReXlElZ6MvI/AAAAAAAAAVA/fe1UMZN6S7s/s1600-h/0051b+full+view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/ReXlElZ6MvI/AAAAAAAAAVA/fe1UMZN6S7s/s320/0051b+full+view.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036683625206788850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My teacher, owner of the above said jewelry store, has offered to let me display and sell my Yvette Designs, handmade jewelry in his shop.  This is a dream to me because I've been wanting to sell my work in local stores for the longest, but just could not bear the thought of them being out in the open where they could be easily snatched.  Now, they will be in a locked display case!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, before I can display my work, I will have to buy all new Sterling Silver and Gold findings.  This can be costly.  My goal is to use the rest my materials and to slowly replace the Sterling and Gold filled items with the solid stuff.  Be checking out my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Etsy&lt;/span&gt; page soon, as I will be posting more merchandise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/ReXgPFZ6MrI/AAAAAAAAAUg/0JqrS6tyw7A/s1600-h/0127n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/ReXgPFZ6MrI/AAAAAAAAAUg/0JqrS6tyw7A/s320/0127n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036678308037276338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995040793354536290-3796193178296250561?l=yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/3796193178296250561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995040793354536290&amp;postID=3796193178296250561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/3796193178296250561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/3796193178296250561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/02/back-to-business.html' title='Back to Business'/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/ReXlM1Z6MwI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Dil8E3IUrmk/s72-c/plumb+thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290.post-2834570665153496522</id><published>2007-02-26T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T07:48:24.395-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Walk In My Shoes'/><title type='text'>Seeking Inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/ReL-gVZ6MoI/AAAAAAAAAUA/4kdGgMCS8VA/s1600-h/marieantoinette11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/ReL-gVZ6MoI/AAAAAAAAAUA/4kdGgMCS8VA/s320/marieantoinette11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035867164808721026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sensing that I have come down with a nasty case of writers block.   I don't know how or when this happened, but I will not be concerned.   Instead, I'll just go about my days seeking inspiration like I always do.   I'll enjoy the perfect weather, maybe wander the isles of the humongous craft store up the street, flip through a magazine or two, and lay around with my dogs.   Speaking of inspiration, last night I watched the movie &lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1808720377/info"&gt;Marie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1808720377/info"&gt; Antoinette&lt;/a&gt;.  It was pure color, texture, and opulence.   It didn't let a little thing like historical facts get in the way of art for art's sake.  I now want my own little Versailles, and lots of cake.  Au revoir for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995040793354536290-2834570665153496522?l=yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/2834570665153496522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995040793354536290&amp;postID=2834570665153496522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/2834570665153496522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/2834570665153496522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/02/seeking-inspiration.html' title='Seeking Inspiration'/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/ReL-gVZ6MoI/AAAAAAAAAUA/4kdGgMCS8VA/s72-c/marieantoinette11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290.post-2586610417109253928</id><published>2007-02-23T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T09:46:20.578-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our Little Cottage'/><title type='text'>Dear Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rd8lthLFXCI/AAAAAAAAATs/C8HEMMR9Pwk/s1600-h/thru+the+looking+glass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rd8lthLFXCI/AAAAAAAAATs/C8HEMMR9Pwk/s320/thru+the+looking+glass.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034784372352703522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dear Blog,&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted to do is say hi and leave a quick post about the changes I've made around the house, like the new drapes I hung in the bedroom (above).  However, you have been giving me problems.  You have kept me from my chores, and maybe even from making that earring and necklace set I want to wear tomorrow.  I am very disappointed in your performance.  Maybe tomorrow you will be back to your old self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rd8lCBLFXAI/AAAAAAAAASs/CO9STcaq-B8/s1600-h/arrange+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rd8lCBLFXAI/AAAAAAAAASs/CO9STcaq-B8/s320/arrange+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034783625028393986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to show you how I changed the bedroom dresser (above) from unsightly clutter, to a lovely assemblage (below).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rd8k8BLFW_I/AAAAAAAAASk/KwJDZaoQpTk/s1600-h/arrangement.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rd8k8BLFW_I/AAAAAAAAASk/KwJDZaoQpTk/s320/arrangement.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034783521949178866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to tell you that while I liked the autumn arrangement in the living room nook (below), I had just grown tired of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rd8krBLFW-I/AAAAAAAAASc/C3MXAzLxHt0/s1600-h/candle+corner2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rd8krBLFW-I/AAAAAAAAASc/C3MXAzLxHt0/s320/candle+corner2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034783229891402722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you see how I used a lot of the same accessories, but just moved them to another room?  Blog, I hope you are proud of how thrifty I can be, though you've wasted my precious time.  I hope you get better soon.&lt;br /&gt;Your untechy friend,&lt;br /&gt;-M-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rd8keBLFW9I/AAAAAAAAASU/7aK4LpnC4gE/s1600-h/side+table.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rd8keBLFW9I/AAAAAAAAASU/7aK4LpnC4gE/s320/side+table.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034783006553103314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995040793354536290-2586610417109253928?l=yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/2586610417109253928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995040793354536290&amp;postID=2586610417109253928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/2586610417109253928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/2586610417109253928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/02/dear-blog.html' title='Dear Blog'/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rd8lthLFXCI/AAAAAAAAATs/C8HEMMR9Pwk/s72-c/thru+the+looking+glass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290.post-116042074683033738</id><published>2007-02-21T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T06:28:05.131-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Walk In My Shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our Little Cottage'/><title type='text'>Fluff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RdxW6BLFWqI/AAAAAAAAAPU/4YjeBI0IbZk/s1600-h/pretty+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RdxW6BLFWqI/AAAAAAAAAPU/4YjeBI0IbZk/s320/pretty+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033994038240696994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that the most important aspect of comfort in one's home is the bed that you sleep in, the sheets that you burrow under, and the pillow that you lay your head on for what you intend to be hours of restfulness.  That said, I am very disappointed with my new Tempurpedic pillow.  I've slept on it for three days, and for three days have woken up at the crack of dawn with a headache.  Maybe, I'm not being fair to the expensive fluff.  Maybe, it's just the allergies that hardly ever plague me that for some reason decided to once I got this new foamy wonder bolster.  I'll give it another try, but if it fails me again, it may have to find another home.  Mom, I'll trade you my amazing foamy pillow for your amazingly comfortable Tempurpedic mattress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995040793354536290-116042074683033738?l=yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/116042074683033738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995040793354536290&amp;postID=116042074683033738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/116042074683033738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/116042074683033738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/02/fluff.html' title='Fluff'/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RdxW6BLFWqI/AAAAAAAAAPU/4YjeBI0IbZk/s72-c/pretty+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290.post-3623408124143808901</id><published>2007-02-18T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T06:42:12.445-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Walk In My Shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our Little Cottage'/><title type='text'>A Moments Pause</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RdhkqRLFWoI/AAAAAAAAAO4/lXohderSFfI/s1600-h/tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RdhkqRLFWoI/AAAAAAAAAO4/lXohderSFfI/s320/tree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032883260913703554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, isn't life wonderful?  Take time to observe the beauty all around, to revel in the things you enjoy, and I'm sure you'll agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I am meeting one of my first cousins for the very first time.  I can't wait to get to know her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RdhkbxLFWnI/AAAAAAAAAOw/3Kg9XOIyMng/s1600-h/cozy+eve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RdhkbxLFWnI/AAAAAAAAAOw/3Kg9XOIyMng/s320/cozy+eve.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032883011805600370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995040793354536290-3623408124143808901?l=yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/3623408124143808901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995040793354536290&amp;postID=3623408124143808901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/3623408124143808901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/3623408124143808901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/02/moments-pause.html' title='A Moments Pause'/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RdhkqRLFWoI/AAAAAAAAAO4/lXohderSFfI/s72-c/tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290.post-7232144470296219231</id><published>2007-02-17T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T20:05:22.761-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Try Our Southern Hospitality'/><title type='text'>What I Love About the South</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RdfG0RLFWmI/AAAAAAAAAOU/k4McW5SxLZk/s1600-h/great+miss..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RdfG0RLFWmI/AAAAAAAAAOU/k4McW5SxLZk/s320/great+miss..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032709709875206754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born and raised in Louisiana, and though I have lived in many cities and states, I have never moved away from the south.  I realize that the south is quite different from the rest of the states and I'd like to share some local color with you that Hollywood has just never quite captured correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RdfDkxLFWkI/AAAAAAAAAOE/3hI2jYl7aJw/s1600-h/architecture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RdfDkxLFWkI/AAAAAAAAAOE/3hI2jYl7aJw/s320/architecture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032706145052351042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, the majority of the people who live in Louisiana are not dumb, inbred, hicks who get around in a kayak.  We too have malls, paved streets, universities, culture, and history.   The following is a list of some of our charming and sometimes laughable local color:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*All brands of soda, such as Sprite, Dr. Pepper etc., are referred to as Coke.  (ie:  What kind of Coke do you want?)&lt;br /&gt;*Shopping carts are referred to as "buggies".&lt;br /&gt;*When one is about to do something, we say, "fixin' to..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RdfDdhLFWjI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QBFd26v8tnI/s1600-h/quaint+town.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RdfDdhLFWjI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QBFd26v8tnI/s320/quaint+town.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032706020498299442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, actors never quite get the southern accent down.  For example:  Any word with a long&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; I&lt;/span&gt; sound will be pronounced as an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;A.  &lt;/span&gt;(ie:  Tire is pronounced "tar".  Fire becomes "far")  I'm sure you get the picture.  The food here in the south is absolutely delicious.  You just can't beat it.  If you're a guest, you'll always receive a heaping serving of "Lagniappe" (pronounced Lan-yapp), meaning a little something extra.  We're a bunch of Crayfish (pronounced Crawfish) eattin', backwards talkin', friendly folks, and that is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RdfB9RLFWiI/AAAAAAAAAN0/gigAKjm_1qE/s1600-h/what+i+love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RdfB9RLFWiI/AAAAAAAAAN0/gigAKjm_1qE/s320/what+i+love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032704366935890466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....what I love about the south....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995040793354536290-7232144470296219231?l=yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/7232144470296219231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995040793354536290&amp;postID=7232144470296219231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/7232144470296219231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/7232144470296219231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-i-love-about-south.html' title='What I Love About the South'/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RdfG0RLFWmI/AAAAAAAAAOU/k4McW5SxLZk/s72-c/great+miss..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290.post-5365459116161289026</id><published>2007-02-16T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T10:04:20.587-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our Little Cottage'/><title type='text'>The New Luxury</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RdXuGxLFWfI/AAAAAAAAANE/4K0rn0SgdbA/s1600-h/bedroom+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RdXuGxLFWfI/AAAAAAAAANE/4K0rn0SgdbA/s320/bedroom+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032189958702848498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine it, and you shall receive should be my new motto.  For the past couple of weeks, I've been wanting to add a vanity table to my bedroom.  I thought about restyling my old childhood desk and mirror, but decided it wouldn't work with the room after all.  So, I made up my mind to go shopping for one in Antique Alley, just up the street, as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RdXt5xLFWeI/AAAAAAAAAM8/cGiS7oOd0FE/s1600-h/lux.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RdXt5xLFWeI/AAAAAAAAAM8/cGiS7oOd0FE/s320/lux.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032189735364549090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I didn't even get the chance to go shopping before a perfectly fine vanity showed up at my doorstep.  It has two storage compartments for jewelry, and a little drawer for makeup.  My mother in law saved it from&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; her &lt;/span&gt;mother in law's storage room, I'm guessing.  Obviously, it wasn't being used or cared for quite like it should, so she found a loving home for it.  Thanks Mom!   I'll hug it, and love it, and squeeze it, and call it George!   Well, maybe that's just the treatment the "doggers" will get when I bring them in from the yard.   Now, I should be getting back to my duties of the day.  Until I blog again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RdXtthLFWdI/AAAAAAAAAM0/lk_6Q9jOSrM/s1600-h/lux+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RdXtthLFWdI/AAAAAAAAAM0/lk_6Q9jOSrM/s320/lux+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032189524911151570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995040793354536290-5365459116161289026?l=yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/5365459116161289026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995040793354536290&amp;postID=5365459116161289026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/5365459116161289026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/5365459116161289026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/02/new-luxury.html' title='The New Luxury'/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RdXuGxLFWfI/AAAAAAAAANE/4K0rn0SgdbA/s72-c/bedroom+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290.post-996526022053729595</id><published>2007-02-14T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T16:53:34.174-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Walk In My Shoes'/><title type='text'>V-day in the Crowe's Nest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RdOt7RLFWZI/AAAAAAAAAMI/_ZLiA7q04pE/s1600-h/v+day+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RdOt7RLFWZI/AAAAAAAAAMI/_ZLiA7q04pE/s320/v+day+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031556442436753810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RdOtvhLFWYI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ymck_TgkgBE/s1600-h/preparations.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RdOtvhLFWYI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ymck_TgkgBE/s320/preparations.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031556240573290882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RdOtjxLFWXI/AAAAAAAAAL4/plcaA7NaCRc/s1600-h/card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RdOtjxLFWXI/AAAAAAAAAL4/plcaA7NaCRc/s320/card.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031556038709827954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no!  Trey came home early today, and I hadn't even started putting the finishing touches on his surprise.  See, the clock was the store bought gift, and a constant reminder that I was running out of time, but the handmade card and cupcakes were the real treats.  He acted like he didn't see anything when he walked in, so I shooed him into his office until I could ice and sprinkle the cupcakes.  I know, I fooled you at first.  You thought I'd made them by scratch!  You know, I'm a fan of handmade, but when it comes to desert, I'm also a fan of doing things the easy way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two pink mugs and saucers were his gift to me from Starbucks.  They are exactly what I wanted!  I can't wait to sip a morning cup of tea from one of them.  I spent the evening making homemade Italian Sausage and Bean Soup, one of my specialties.  Then we had cupcakes and coffee.  Soon, we will curl up on the couch with our girls, Peanut and Lulu to watch one of our guilty pleasure t.v. shows, Beauty and the Geek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy V-Day everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995040793354536290-996526022053729595?l=yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/996526022053729595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995040793354536290&amp;postID=996526022053729595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/996526022053729595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/996526022053729595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/02/v-day-in-crowes-nest.html' title='V-day in the Crowe&apos;s Nest'/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RdOt7RLFWZI/AAAAAAAAAMI/_ZLiA7q04pE/s72-c/v+day+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290.post-7186352654100369112</id><published>2007-02-12T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T05:53:46.744-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our Little Cottage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Try Our Southern Hospitality'/><title type='text'>Shopping Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RdHCtRLFWTI/AAAAAAAAAK8/SjmIoVgcQo0/s1600-h/pizza+night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RdHCtRLFWTI/AAAAAAAAAK8/SjmIoVgcQo0/s320/pizza+night.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031016341709347122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually went grocery shopping today.  It's one of my most loathed chores, but once I did it, I felt unexpectedly good.  Hopefully, it will have that same strange effect on me next time too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While at the store, I looked for the fixings for homemade pizza, sans homemade crust.  That's not my specialty.  It's Trey's.  There, I found a jar of Monjunis pizza sauce to use.  If you don't live in Louisiana, the chances are great that you've never heard of &lt;a href="http://www.monjunis.com/index.html"&gt;Monjunis.&lt;/a&gt;  What a shame! They are a statewide chain of Italian Restaurants specializing in the typical Italian fare such as pastas, and muffalletas.  (Are muffalletas typical, or is that just a southern thing?)  Their sauce is to die for.   It's a little sweet and quite flavorful.  They have an online grocery where you can buy a jar of their sauce among other things.  Check it out.  You won't regret it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pizza turned out to be delicious.  I used focaccia bread as the crust, added minced garlic, the Monjuni Sauce, of course, diced onions, and three cheeses including feta.  Mmmm...C'est Si Bon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than grocery shopping, I went looking for nick-nacks to fill some of the empty space on our new favorite piece of furniture.  There was no where else that I wanted to go but Paul Michael Co., a local and eclectic import store.  What a massive treasure chest that place is!  My dad was quite impressed with the outcome of my decorating frenzy, and asked what I thought Trey would say when he saw it.  My answer:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How much did that cost?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How right I was.  It was the first thing he said!  Do I know my guy or what?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995040793354536290-7186352654100369112?l=yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/7186352654100369112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995040793354536290&amp;postID=7186352654100369112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/7186352654100369112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/7186352654100369112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/02/shopping-day.html' title='Shopping Day'/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RdHCtRLFWTI/AAAAAAAAAK8/SjmIoVgcQo0/s72-c/pizza+night.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290.post-5881627186410835924</id><published>2007-02-11T16:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T18:28:43.494-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our Little Cottage'/><title type='text'>A Steal Deal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RdEkLRLFWPI/AAAAAAAAAKU/TunRrgtY5Cw/s1600-h/morning+tea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RdEkLRLFWPI/AAAAAAAAAKU/TunRrgtY5Cw/s320/morning+tea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030842034756606194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RdEjmxLFWOI/AAAAAAAAAKM/-z5vjigQ97A/s1600-h/another+one.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RdEjmxLFWOI/AAAAAAAAAKM/-z5vjigQ97A/s320/another+one.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030841407691380962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am absolutely thrilled by my latest thrifty  item.  Can you guess what it is?  It's the  massive entertainment center in the picture below.  We got it for a steal!  The previous owners had a house fire, and the lady didn't want the piece any more because she didn't feel like cleaning it.  Well, I didn't mind it at all, and it came clean pretty easily.   Now, I have lots of shelf space to fill with pretty things.  I can't wait to go shopping tomorrow with the feeling that it's actually necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rc-vVhLFWGI/AAAAAAAAAIs/UjyVyRayM6U/s1600-h/et+center.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995040793354536290-5881627186410835924?l=yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/5881627186410835924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995040793354536290&amp;postID=5881627186410835924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/5881627186410835924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/5881627186410835924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/02/steal-deal.html' title='A Steal Deal'/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RdEkLRLFWPI/AAAAAAAAAKU/TunRrgtY5Cw/s72-c/morning+tea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290.post-90453685548019766</id><published>2007-02-10T15:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T10:20:17.449-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Walk In My Shoes'/><title type='text'>Easy Living</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rc5auhLFWFI/AAAAAAAAAIc/O3s-vAR-kdg/s1600-h/relax.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rc5auhLFWFI/AAAAAAAAAIc/O3s-vAR-kdg/s320/relax.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030057589044762706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the weekend.  Time to relax.  Other than getting together tonight with our friends Brandi and Fred, Trey and I don't have any plans to speak of.  While our town's Mardi Gras parade is rolling through and all the onlookers try to stay warm by huddling together or by jumping up and down for beads, our little group will be warm in a local tavern.  While I very much wanted to take photos of the floats and festivities mere blocks from our house, I do not want to be out in the frigid night air. To my friend who is walking in the parade, I hope you save me something good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's time to kick back and unwind with the book I just started reading, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Atlas_Shrugged"&gt;Atlas Shrugged&lt;/a&gt; by Ayn Rand.  I know Michael, you were light years ahead of me on that one, but I've finally gotten around to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995040793354536290-90453685548019766?l=yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/90453685548019766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995040793354536290&amp;postID=90453685548019766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/90453685548019766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/90453685548019766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/02/easy-living_10.html' title='Easy Living'/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rc5auhLFWFI/AAAAAAAAAIc/O3s-vAR-kdg/s72-c/relax.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290.post-2780893410873675301</id><published>2007-02-09T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T08:05:28.644-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Senseless Acts of Craftiness'/><title type='text'>Boredom, Boredom Go Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RcybqBLFWAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/temLt4LM0jM/s1600-h/flower+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RcybqBLFWAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/temLt4LM0jM/s320/flower+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029566030037735426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have only been working part time for less than a week, and I have already found that I can easily become bored, and/or get cabin fever.   Previously, I thought that this was a phenomenon know only to uncreative types.  I know that I should be eating up every minute of this new life style, so to remedy the situation I went to the fabric store first thing in the morning.  I now know that they don't open until 9 a.m.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;9 a.m.&lt;/span&gt;?  Why that's preposterous!  They must think that us part time working gals wake up sometime in the afternoon, eat bon-bons, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;then &lt;/span&gt;go out to the store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RcybgxLFV_I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ZNWI5X6bvhg/s1600-h/flower+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RcybgxLFV_I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ZNWI5X6bvhg/s320/flower+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029565871123945458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyways, here is the culmination of my trip to the fabric store.  These two lovely flower pins were hand stitched, as I don't own a sewing machine.  They were also hot glued into being and concocted from a mix of sheer boredom, and the gooey desire to create something pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pinned one to a sweet clutch that I got from Target.  It has gone through a slight metamorphosis since the day that I rescued it from the clearance bin.  I used my jewelry making pliers to take many hideous hot pink, plastic beads off the chain, and now have further embellished it as you can see.  Voila!  The result is a brand new, unique, vintage inspired bag that cost me less than ten dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other flower is pinned to a blazer that I've had since high school.  Blazer: making me appear Beatnik since 1995  Dig?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RcybaBLFV-I/AAAAAAAAAHI/zxxZglzYtU0/s1600-h/game+night.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995040793354536290-2780893410873675301?l=yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/2780893410873675301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995040793354536290&amp;postID=2780893410873675301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/2780893410873675301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/2780893410873675301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/02/boredom-boredom-go-away.html' title='Boredom, Boredom Go Away'/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RcybqBLFWAI/AAAAAAAAAHY/temLt4LM0jM/s72-c/flower+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290.post-1914859027519280453</id><published>2007-02-05T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T09:14:52.932-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Walk In My Shoes'/><title type='text'>La Bonne Vie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rcdfv1ZCjYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/ky5YtW7CogU/s1600-h/bridge+3+revised.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rcdfv1ZCjYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/ky5YtW7CogU/s320/bridge+3+revised.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028092784373042562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These photos were taken by my super talented sister-in-law, Wendy.  Check out more of her photos at &lt;a href="http://www.weatherunderground.com/"&gt;www.weatherunderground.com &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bridge is a mere minutes from my home in the historical district of West Monroe, La.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RcdfZ1ZCjXI/AAAAAAAAAGo/o5pTVb607qQ/s1600-h/bridge+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RcdfZ1ZCjXI/AAAAAAAAAGo/o5pTVb607qQ/s320/bridge+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028092406415920498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I have crossed over a new bridge in my life.   I am now a part time homemaker and business owner.  The other part of the time, I am a jeweler's apprentice and sales person.  This new schedule should allow for a better, healthier life in which I can actually keep my home clean, and I can finally cook healthy meals.  There will be less stress, fewer arguments over chores and errands, a cleaner environment, and little fast food consumption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have defined my priorities and they are for myself and my husband to be healthy, happy, and to make memories to last a lifetime.  Because we are blessed we have everything we could possibly need, money can take a backseat to these preferences.  Here's to the good life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995040793354536290-1914859027519280453?l=yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/1914859027519280453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995040793354536290&amp;postID=1914859027519280453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/1914859027519280453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/1914859027519280453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/02/la-bonne-vie.html' title='La Bonne Vie'/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rcdfv1ZCjYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/ky5YtW7CogU/s72-c/bridge+3+revised.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290.post-3460147290084379336</id><published>2007-02-04T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T12:46:57.407-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Walk In My Shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Try Our Southern Hospitality'/><title type='text'>Moveable Feast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RcYgkFZCjUI/AAAAAAAAAGM/V4yhb4pVPbY/s1600-h/party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RcYgkFZCjUI/AAAAAAAAAGM/V4yhb4pVPbY/s320/party.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027741838300319042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh, man!  Things got really hectic for me just before the guests arrived for our party last night, and before I knew it I had six people in my living room.  I hadn't even finished getting dressed!  My camera was nowhere near handy, and I didn't get to take one single photo, nor did it even cross my mind.  Of course, it was when everyone had gone and I finally got to bed that I remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a good turn out, and I got to see friends that I haven't seen in a long time.  Everyone brought a bottle of wine , and a few people brought food.  There was organic King Cake, Wookie Cookies (without the hair), baked Brie, sugared grapes, and a meat and cheese platter.  We ate and drank well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only an hour before the party, my Dad and I were brainstorming on a fun party activity.  Since everyone was to bring wine, he suggested that we grade them, so  he typed up a paper for everyone to list their favorite vino on a scale of 1 to 5.   I took the idea a step further and decided to have everyone vote anonymously on their favorite drink.  Whomever brought the beverage with the most votes would win a prize.  The prize was a bottle of Chianti, and the winners of the bottle were Brandi and Fred.  Congrats and enjoy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trey and I thoroughly reveled in the good time, and it seems that our guests did as well.  I believe some new friendships were made, and Trey and I hope to see everyone again very soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995040793354536290-3460147290084379336?l=yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/3460147290084379336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995040793354536290&amp;postID=3460147290084379336' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/3460147290084379336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/3460147290084379336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/02/our-moveable-feast.html' title='Moveable Feast'/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RcYgkFZCjUI/AAAAAAAAAGM/V4yhb4pVPbY/s72-c/party.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290.post-5783393318135356193</id><published>2007-02-03T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T08:37:13.149-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Little Studio'/><title type='text'>What a Deal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RcS6G1ZCjTI/AAAAAAAAAF4/sTMvtU4LVqI/s1600-h/eiffel+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RcS6G1ZCjTI/AAAAAAAAAF4/sTMvtU4LVqI/s320/eiffel+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027347710626401586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RcS5oVZCjSI/AAAAAAAAAFw/7HgpY39HddU/s1600-h/studio+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RcS5oVZCjSI/AAAAAAAAAFw/7HgpY39HddU/s320/studio+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027347186640391458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RcS5TVZCjRI/AAAAAAAAAFo/w5_wM-OWfrA/s1600-h/sepia+studio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RcS5TVZCjRI/AAAAAAAAAFo/w5_wM-OWfrA/s320/sepia+studio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027346825863138578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lookie!  I found this Eiffel Tower lamp base at Target last night on clearance for $10.00.  It was originally 40 bucks!  Either I have really terrible taste in clothing and home decor, or people around here just don't have a good eye for shopping because I always seem to find these great deals.  This makes me very happy.  I have this rule about sales.  I don't buy sale items unless I really love them, and as it turns out, most of the things I own have been sale items.  Lucky me.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have a busy day ahead of me because Trey and I are having a little get together here at our house tonight.  I can't wait to pull it all together and take pictures.  Unfortunately, I wasn't able to go all out and decorate it for the theme I was going for.  Maybe next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995040793354536290-5783393318135356193?l=yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/5783393318135356193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995040793354536290&amp;postID=5783393318135356193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/5783393318135356193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/5783393318135356193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-deal.html' title='What a Deal'/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RcS6G1ZCjTI/AAAAAAAAAF4/sTMvtU4LVqI/s72-c/eiffel+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290.post-4873516403028430200</id><published>2007-01-31T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T08:06:48.938-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Walk In My Shoes'/><title type='text'>Pen to Paper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RcC6m8tycrI/AAAAAAAAAFE/2w-dKKKGuJQ/s1600-h/old+fashioned+letter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RcC6m8tycrI/AAAAAAAAAFE/2w-dKKKGuJQ/s320/old+fashioned+letter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026222362441446066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Enough with the procrastination already!  I finally sent that Christmas gift, Starbucks money in a way overpriced felt pouch, with a V-day card.  Who ever heard of celebrating the two together?  I really enjoyed choosing the card and my wording, writing on the envelope, licking, sealing, and stamping it.  How old fashioned of me!  I may be a weirdo, but I actually like the way the envelope glue tastes.  I know what you're probably thinking.  E&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;w!  Don't you know bugs crawl all over the glue and... that urban legend about the woman cutting her tongue...&lt;/span&gt;  However, I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to send letters all the time when I was a kid.  Slowly, e-mail has replaced the joy of the sensory experience I once delighted in.   If more people sent letters, or even a quick postcard note, then I'd be more likely to check my mail.  If Trey didn't get the mail every day, I would probably leave it there for days.  That is really so trifling of me, not to mention embarrassing to admit, because the mailbox is on the wall right next to my front door.  I don't even have to step one foot on the porch to get it.  Sheesh!  Imagine if it was across the yard.  That's just too far to walk, especially in the rain or cold!  I'd never get the post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995040793354536290-4873516403028430200?l=yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/4873516403028430200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995040793354536290&amp;postID=4873516403028430200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/4873516403028430200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/4873516403028430200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/01/pen-to-paper.html' title='Pen to Paper'/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RcC6m8tycrI/AAAAAAAAAFE/2w-dKKKGuJQ/s72-c/old+fashioned+letter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290.post-8145728771481799548</id><published>2007-01-30T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T08:07:31.604-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our Little Cottage'/><title type='text'>Some Done, More to Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rb9mNctycqI/AAAAAAAAAEw/nfLGoEZ9tE8/s1600-h/The+Good+Life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rb9mNctycqI/AAAAAAAAAEw/nfLGoEZ9tE8/s320/The+Good+Life.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025848090401338018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                What a morning at my house looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend turned out to be everything I wanted it to be and more.  My intention was to paint the trim all over the house, and I actually got pretty far in that endeavor.  My mom now thinks that I've inherited the uber perfectionist mentality from her, and swears that I am a carbon copy of her.  She does this , I think, partly because she believes that it's true, and partly because she likes to irritate the snot out of me with this fact.  That is, until it is no longer convenient for her to do so (IE: "You are so hard to deal with Monica," to which I reply, "Well, Mom, I get it from you.  After all, I am your carbon copy, remember?")  That's when the game, to her, is no longer any fun.  However, for me, this is when it gets really interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rb9mBMtycpI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qqybAk7UOF4/s1600-h/Scrolly+Thing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rb9mBMtycpI/AAAAAAAAAEo/qqybAk7UOF4/s320/Scrolly+Thing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025847879947940498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from painting, I finally got my guys (Hubby Trey and Dad) to do some things around the house that I've been wanting to be done forever.  Trey finished the little picket fence in the back yard.  Now, our doggers are free to enjoy playing outside.  They are so happy.  Aww!  The finished fence means that it is now time for me to get to painting it.  I still haven't decided on a color.  With my four days off coming up, I'll have to really focus on getting it done.  Dad hung some decor in the living room for me, as you can see above.  I just couldn't get a good photo of the other stuff.  Maybe another day when the lighting is better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look! (below) Lulu found herself a friend.  It's a Boston Terrier plush toy that Trey got for me before I finally got the real deal.  It materialized the other day from I don't know where, and I put it on the couch with the intention of giving it to the Lu, but she found it before I could introduce it to her.  She looks guilty.  Don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rb9l2MtycoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/fxnuiIW2EkI/s1600-h/Lulu+and+Friend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rb9l2MtycoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/fxnuiIW2EkI/s320/Lulu+and+Friend.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025847690969379458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995040793354536290-8145728771481799548?l=yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/8145728771481799548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995040793354536290&amp;postID=8145728771481799548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/8145728771481799548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/8145728771481799548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-morning-at-my-house-looks-like.html' title='Some Done, More to Go'/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rb9mNctycqI/AAAAAAAAAEw/nfLGoEZ9tE8/s72-c/The+Good+Life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290.post-7962454567366665337</id><published>2007-01-25T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T09:04:10.482-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Walk In My Shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yvette Designs'/><title type='text'>Box O' Baubles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RbjdTctycnI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XigXVWvxUQE/s1600-h/nuveaux+box.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RbjdTctycnI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XigXVWvxUQE/s320/nuveaux+box.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024008710527283826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Most people find it odd that I make jewelry, love jewelry, own a lot of it, and yet I don't have a proper jewelry box.  For a long time, I have kept my baubles in cutlery trays in a drawer.  The necklaces are thrown in a tangle on top of one another.  Only recently did I add soft felt to the bottom of the trays. Please do not follow my terrible example, especially if you own an Yvette Designs original.  Gemstones have a tendency to scratch when mixed with other stones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rbjc98tycmI/AAAAAAAAAEA/rpFRZ8tmHzc/s1600-h/box+of+tricks+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/Rbjc98tycmI/AAAAAAAAAEA/rpFRZ8tmHzc/s320/box+of+tricks+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024008341160096354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ta'da!  So, here is a new addition to the drawer o' cutlery trays.  The photo above shows the box lid.  This is actually what the cookies from Taiwan came in.  Very nice presentation, indeed.  It was too nice to throw away, and I believe I found a worthy use for it.  Now, I have a place for all the little things that can get easily lost in a sea of beads and chain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RbjczstyclI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Bugmtr0PK-8/s1600-h/candied+bijoux.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RbjczstyclI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Bugmtr0PK-8/s320/candied+bijoux.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024008165066437202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice the earring cards centered at the top of the box.  Those are &lt;a href="http://yvettedesigns.etsy.com/"&gt;Yvette Designs &lt;/a&gt;handmade earrings by moi.  I couldn't resist a little show and tell by adding them to this little vignette.  By the way, I want to thank all of you who have recently purchased Yvette Designs jewelry.  Be checking your e-mail, as something will be coming your way shortly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995040793354536290-7962454567366665337?l=yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/7962454567366665337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995040793354536290&amp;postID=7962454567366665337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/7962454567366665337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/7962454567366665337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/01/box-o-baubles.html' title='Box O&apos; Baubles'/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RbjdTctycnI/AAAAAAAAAEI/XigXVWvxUQE/s72-c/nuveaux+box.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290.post-3479082085574600445</id><published>2007-01-24T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T08:45:18.720-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Walk In My Shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Try Our Southern Hospitality'/><title type='text'>Tea Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RbeJJ8tycjI/AAAAAAAAADk/tV7-WJl0X4Q/s1600-h/tea+time.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RbeJJ8tycjI/AAAAAAAAADk/tV7-WJl0X4Q/s320/tea+time.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023634713365082674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lately, I have been pining for a proper tea set.  I've looked for a vintage set in Antique Alley, a quaint shopping village of sorts just three minutes up the road from my house, but I did not find any that I just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; to have.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The tea cup and saucer in the photo were found in Antique Alley, but there were only two cups, and It did not have a tea pot or any other accessories.  So, my search continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all places, I found an entire tea set that I really want in the St. Francis Hospital gift shop, only another five minutes from my house.  The only thing is, it's going to cost about $120.00 or so for the whole set.  I guess you can't expect to have a proper, lovely, and cohesive tea set for cheap.  Still, a girl can dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I brought the most local hospital up, I have to tell you that I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; excited that they are getting a Starbucks in their cafeteria!  We, in the Twin Cities have only just been fortunate enough to get our first two Starbucks a mere few months ago.  So far, there hasn't been one close enough to my house that I could just pop on over and quickly pick one up.  In this town, if it takes more than 15 minutes to get there, it's far.  Now, I'll be one of the hospital groupies that will be seen weekly coming to get a fix.  No, not that kind.  Coffee.  Now, I must go and make a pot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995040793354536290-3479082085574600445?l=yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/3479082085574600445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995040793354536290&amp;postID=3479082085574600445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/3479082085574600445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/3479082085574600445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/01/tea-time.html' title='Tea Time!'/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RbeJJ8tycjI/AAAAAAAAADk/tV7-WJl0X4Q/s72-c/tea+time.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290.post-5901633614710357479</id><published>2007-01-22T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T21:06:09.098-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Try Our Southern Hospitality'/><title type='text'>Talk of The Big Easy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RbT_KstyciI/AAAAAAAAADU/hcRzPav_6SE/s1600-h/v-day+medly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RbT_KstyciI/AAAAAAAAADU/hcRzPav_6SE/s320/v-day+medly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022920043691930146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm no football fan, but I think I would be remiss if I didn't say that it's too bad the Saints lost the finals.  I think I speak for most of us Louisianians when I say that we're all pretty proud of the boys for making it so far as they did.  My hubby says,"It's a shame the 'Aints' showed up last night rather than the Saints."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we're on the subject of New Orleans iconography, I must say that I would love to take credit for such a nice composition as the matted painting above.  Sadly, I cannot.  I like the  colors as well as the fact that it has quintessential New Orleans style with the bag of &lt;a href="http://www.cafedumonde.com/"&gt;Cafe' Du Monde&lt;/a&gt; beignets in the corner and mention of the French Market (where artisans sell their wares and you can also buy fresh produce). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're not familiar with beignets, they are French styled doughnuts (pronounced: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ben-yays) &lt;/span&gt;sprinkled with a dusting of powdered sugar.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Very&lt;/span&gt;, yummy.  If you're interested in trying these little delights, click on the link above to order the mix straight from the original source.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I can't tell you the artists name because he didn't sign it.  Trey won the original watercolor painting when he entered his name in a drawing at a local craft show.  What luck!  I had inteded to buy that very painting before we left the show!  If anyone has any idea who the artist is, please do share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RbT-yctychI/AAAAAAAAADM/slxtE9YQPTA/s1600-h/cottage+style+mag.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995040793354536290-5901633614710357479?l=yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/5901633614710357479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995040793354536290&amp;postID=5901633614710357479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/5901633614710357479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/5901633614710357479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-no-football-fan-but-i-think-i-would.html' title='Talk of The Big Easy'/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RbT_KstyciI/AAAAAAAAADU/hcRzPav_6SE/s72-c/v-day+medly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290.post-8006090015361789808</id><published>2007-01-21T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T16:03:25.145-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Walk In My Shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Senseless Acts of Craftiness'/><title type='text'>Special Gifts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RbP49stycgI/AAAAAAAAAC8/sZM9-pHpaNY/s1600-h/kitchen+mess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RbP49stycgI/AAAAAAAAAC8/sZM9-pHpaNY/s320/kitchen+mess.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022631748307153410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have not yet posted anything of my craftiness, I wanted to first introduce you to my sister-in-law's crafty side.  I always knew she was the type to make things, but I didn't know she enjoyed it so much until this Christmas when I was surprised by her thoughtful hand made gifts, and of course a couple things from Williams-Sonoma (pictured below).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the left corner of the photo above is a wine bottle with Christmas lights stuffed inside.  The picture just doesn't do it justice.  The glowing bottle makes the kitchen so warm and inviting at night.  I love the idea, so I'm just going to have to steal it.  Though, I'm putting my own spin on it.  I'm going to peel the labels off the bottle I use and am going to make my own label with fabrics, paper, buttons, paint, and so on.  Don't get too excited to see the culmination of this because it is one of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;many &lt;/span&gt;projects I want to tackle soon.  I really do need to stop watching the morning shows on the DIY Network!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RbP4yctycfI/AAAAAAAAAC0/opviQK8MfvE/s1600-h/gifts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RbP4yctycfI/AAAAAAAAAC0/opviQK8MfvE/s320/gifts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022631555033625074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the coasters in the picture above?  She made those too, using slate tile and photos of the whole family.  I've only shown the ones of Trey and myself, Ashleigh (the crafty one) and Blake (her accomplished husband).  They are the couple on the right.  The photos she used of Trey and I were taken while the whole family was on vacation in Galveston.  I have wonderful memories of that time, so it makes the gracious gift even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;more &lt;/span&gt;special.  Thanks Ashleigh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995040793354536290-8006090015361789808?l=yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/8006090015361789808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995040793354536290&amp;postID=8006090015361789808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/8006090015361789808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/8006090015361789808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/01/special-gifts.html' title='Special Gifts'/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RbP49stycgI/AAAAAAAAAC8/sZM9-pHpaNY/s72-c/kitchen+mess.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290.post-6653147436735761995</id><published>2007-01-20T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T08:58:52.548-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Walk In My Shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our Little Cottage'/><title type='text'>The Little Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RbOaK8tyceI/AAAAAAAAACo/lgwX8p0jC2k/s1600-h/time+on+my+side.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RbOaK8tyceI/AAAAAAAAACo/lgwX8p0jC2k/s320/time+on+my+side.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022527522335781346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are certain things in this world that just give me a warm, cozy feeling.  A few of them are depicted here.  I love a motley assortment of clocks, especially the ones that make a loud persistent ticking.  I could sit in a quiet room all day and listen to the ticking of a few clocks.  I absolutely intend to have a vintage clock collection one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something else that makes my day is a hot cup of coffee or tea in the morning, or on a cold winter day.  Cold, here in the deep South is between 50 to 30 degrees, which to you may be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nice&lt;/span&gt; weather for the month of January.  Here, in Louisiana, we drink Community Coffee which originated in Baton Rouge 80 years ago.  It was dubbed the state coffee of Louisiana.  If you've never tried it, I highly &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;recommend&lt;/span&gt; it for its richness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RbOSpMtycbI/AAAAAAAAACE/K0BqsjjFblg/s1600-h/taiwan+fruit+cookies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RbOSpMtycbI/AAAAAAAAACE/K0BqsjjFblg/s320/taiwan+fruit+cookies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022519245933801906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another thing that I absolutely enjoy is tasting foods of the world.  Did I mention that Trey works at the &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;family&lt;/span&gt; business where goods are made and imported from China?  Well, the nice Taiwanese guys at the factory sent Trey's mom a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;big &lt;/span&gt;box full of their tasty fruit filled cookies.  She, in turn, gave us a few to try.  I love the packaging.  It's so graphic with the bright colors and elegant Chinese characters running down the side of the tiny box.  At the risk of stepping into &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pack rat&lt;/span&gt; territory, I think I'll keep the boxes just in case I need them for a project some day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RbKwOstycaI/AAAAAAAAAB0/XHOhWIiFCZY/s1600-h/time+on+my+side.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995040793354536290-6653147436735761995?l=yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/6653147436735761995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995040793354536290&amp;postID=6653147436735761995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/6653147436735761995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/6653147436735761995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/01/little-things.html' title='The Little Things'/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RbOaK8tyceI/AAAAAAAAACo/lgwX8p0jC2k/s72-c/time+on+my+side.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290.post-8018787271620486712</id><published>2007-01-20T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T20:20:46.455-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our Little Cottage'/><title type='text'>The Crowe's Nest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RbJTvctycYI/AAAAAAAAABQ/JkF7MhIdzXE/s1600-h/crowe%27s+nest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RbJTvctycYI/AAAAAAAAABQ/JkF7MhIdzXE/s320/crowe%27s+nest.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022168609098723714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Welcome to the Crowe home.  It's modest, but we do love it that way.  The house is brand new, but I've always wanted an old home so there is much work to be done in order to give it the character that I'm craving.  Hey, at least I'll eventually have old home charm with a wonderful new roof and water heater.  At any given time, there are character building projects to be done around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RbJTeMtycXI/AAAAAAAAABI/X0ySH0yX2ik/s1600-h/black+thumb+angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RbJTeMtycXI/AAAAAAAAABI/X0ySH0yX2ik/s320/black+thumb+angel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022168312745980274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First, there is the yard which is in bad need of landscaping.  As you can see by this not so verdant patch in the middle of our driveway, I need plants that I cannot kill.  The Aloe lives, and it is no part due to me.  Currently, the best thing about our yard is the old Magnolia tree that will not bloom for many months to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RbJTP8tycWI/AAAAAAAAABA/539VMXj3GFo/s1600-h/tea+service.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RbJTP8tycWI/AAAAAAAAABA/539VMXj3GFo/s320/tea+service.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022168067932844386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now the hubby, Trey, is building a simple little wooden fence in the back yard to corral our two incorrigible "doggers", a Chi-weenie (Peanut) and a Boston Terrier puppy (Lulu).  Once it's finished I will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rush&lt;/span&gt; to the paint store to choose a historical color from Benjamin Moore to paint the fence.  I love color.  I can't get enough of it.  So much so that I want to paint the inside and the outside of the fence two different colors.  Yet, I know I'd end up getting tired of the project long before nearing its completion.  It may take another month, due to the weather, but I will post pictures of the fence once it's constructed and coated in glorious color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RbJTCMtycVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/j_lpIsFCi0Y/s1600-h/time+on+my+side.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995040793354536290-8018787271620486712?l=yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/8018787271620486712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995040793354536290&amp;postID=8018787271620486712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/8018787271620486712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/8018787271620486712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/01/crowes-nest.html' title='The Crowe&apos;s Nest'/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RbJTvctycYI/AAAAAAAAABQ/JkF7MhIdzXE/s72-c/crowe%27s+nest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995040793354536290.post-3944511559996932874</id><published>2007-01-19T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T08:46:51.881-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Walk In My Shoes'/><title type='text'>New Year, New Journal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RbJFRMtycTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/wOLyHKmmlVw/s1600-h/new-years-eve-clipart-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RbJFRMtycTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/wOLyHKmmlVw/s320/new-years-eve-clipart-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022152696244891954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RbJD3ctycSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/LzWOubeCmnA/s1600-h/studio+time.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RbJD3ctycSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/LzWOubeCmnA/s320/studio+time.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022151154351632674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here we go again.  I'm sitting at my desk in the studio and I am compelled to start a brand spanking new blog.  The loyal readers of my past journal are probably wondering if I have some mild form of OCD because I have continuously changed the look of my blog (Though, it did look better every time.) ,and have moved from Blogger to Typepad once already.  Personally, while I liked Typepad, I don't think it's necessary to pay a monthly fee for my journaling habit.  Some habits should just be free, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In my opinion, starting with a fresh look, or a new blog is like getting a fresh notebook, sketchbook, or journal.  It feels like a chance to improve upon yourself.  As you turn the pages, or in this case scroll up the page with your mouse, I hope you will notice a gradual improvement, as I always see improvements from one "chapter" to the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995040793354536290-3944511559996932874?l=yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/feeds/3944511559996932874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995040793354536290&amp;postID=3944511559996932874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/3944511559996932874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995040793354536290/posts/default/3944511559996932874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yvettedesignsit.blogspot.com/2007/01/here-we-go-again.html' title='New Year, New Journal'/><author><name>Monica Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09028176661102281160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u249/monicayvette/PICT0042.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_F68TEWQPxY0/RbJFRMtycTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/wOLyHKmmlVw/s72-c/new-years-eve-clipart-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
