Happy Monday, Beauties!
As noble as my intentions were, I did not glue, cut, curl or bedazzle a single thing this weekend. How could I when I had this to keep me entertained - a giant trampoline full of balls and boy cousins.
We spent the weekend in the 'burbs with family and their new, hugely awesome trampoline. When I was a kid, every year without fail I included two items on my Christmast list - a trampoline and a little brother or sister. I never got either. You can imagine then that I was more excited than the duckling to see this monster of a trampoline...until I remembered that I was pregnant. While I didn't consult my doctor, something told me trampoline-ing isn't recommended for pregnant ladies, what with all the "don't shake the baby" talk. Thank goodness I at least made the weight limit listed on the trampoline's tags - had I been too big it would've really added insult to injury. The only consolation was watching the duckling have a total ball (literally) falling all over his cousins, their extensive collection of sports balls and even his grandma, who took a turn on the tramp.
Actually, I did do one little project, although it was so quick and easy it's almost not fair to call it a project. I updated a pair of nude flats with a little hot pink racing stripe.
What did you do this weekend?