Wednesday, October 31, 2012

The Pumpkin Masters


Our friends invited us over for pumpkin carving this year—t'was fun.

After watching these two run around in matching outfits, admittedly, I would like Adam and I to have a skeleton getup too. Do I feel a tradition coming on?
I am told rubbing flour into the holes of the design helps to see it better. (I could see it just fine before. But it is kind of cool looking and it ignites some new ideas....) 

All this child wanted to do was stab. Stab. Stab. (I think the pumpkin's face is quite appropriate considering.) She even posed her "stabbing pose" for me. Do you think it's too early to show her Psycho?




Thursday, October 25, 2012

The Campaign Trail: Vote for Excellence

At the close of every year we put on a program for the young women to show off the personal progress goals they've been working on. Every year it's a panic. Girls are furiously making things (because face it...they procrastinate) and the adults are desperately trying to find a theme and program agenda that includes as little work as possible.

I sat down to brainstorm and a patriotic/voting theme seemed quite appropriate this year, super easy too. So I whipped up an outline complete with decoration, invitation, speech, dessert, and program suggestions. I presented the idea to the president, she said yes, and everything was a go!
Above: The invitation. I designed the center "vote button" and we had the girls cut them out and add embellishments.

Guests were asked to dress patriotically...and you know I have nothing red, white, or blue in my closet? I ended up wearing a white shirt and tie of Adam's. He did a nice job dressing me don't you think? The bishop told me I should run for office. I guess people take you more seriously in a shirt and tie.

We served red, white, and blue cupcakes—I did the white ones which were lemon sponge cake with lemon curd filling and a buttery cream cheese frosting; all from scratch. So delicious. (The torch is the young women logo. It worked perfectly on these little flags.)

Our president had access to her parent's stash of office decorations. Now that's the way to go. We didn't have to spend much of our budget. Heck, I even have a large (casket size) American Flag that we hung on  the wall behind the desserts. And I learned a new word: bunting. Everything looked awesome!


As a finale we planned a slideshow of the girls "On the Campaign Trail"—photos of them throughout the year. (I spent SIX hours on it and we couldn't get it to play. Blarg! A disappointment...but hey— no party goes without a hitch.)

If you would like to use this theme: I have made the outline, invitation, and flag files available here. 

Thursday, October 11, 2012

Dennis and Amanda's Wedding

Dennis is Adam's older brother. He got married this weekend in Kansas City. Heidi, their sister put this wedding together. She did a nice job as per the usual. I also think she swung it so my guy could buy a black suit instead of renting a tux. Nice move. Now Adam's got a keeper in the closet.
Kids are the easiest to take pictures of sometimes. You wouldn't believe how many adults just glare at the camera like they are afraid of it. (Maybe it was me...but I think I'm nice.)

Also, I am covetous of Heidi's gold candle sticks. She decorated everything everywhere with them. I'd like to know where you find that many?

Cake, candy, and candids.


Heidi had the reception in her backyard. It must have been the coldest day in Kansas City this year—our family drove in our fire pits and we had those going, which were actually a nice touch. (Addendum...we did not drive IN our fire pits. We drove in our cars. Bad grammar Anna, bad.)

(Korina was the main photographer.)

Thursday, September 27, 2012

Neon Invitation

Our ward is in charge of a combined 2 Stake dance. My girls wanted to do a video invitation...so we threw this together last night during Mutual (Youth Group). See it here: http://vimeo.com/50274851 and enter the password: DANCE!
Yes, starring is spelled wrong. Yes, it's too late to fix it. Yes, it's terribly embarrassing. Oh well. Dance on my friends. Dance on.