fashion to figure {a review}

A while ago, I was contacted by Fashion to Figure about doing a review on one of their products. After perusing the website, I fell in love with quite a few accessories and pretty soon had a pretty little package show up on my doorstep.

The price point is amazing. Which kind of made me nervous because I thought I was fixing to receive some obviously cheap jewelry. But I was very pleasantly surprised at the quality of the jewelry.


I tend to break out in an odd rash when I wear any sort of poor, quality jewelry so that was my second test. I can say that I've worn both the necklace and the earrings multiple times and have had zero problems. That's huge y'all. And makes me eager to order something else from Fashion to Figure.

Like this. Or this. Or perhaps I need a handbag next?

With how trendy jewelry can be, I try not to pay an arm and a leg for something that might not even be in style next week. This necklace and earring set is wallet friendly and so cute I'm pretty sure I can wear if for a while.

*ignore the awkward pose. fashion blogger i am not!*

Be sure to browse their website. I'll be surprised if you don't find something you'd love to have!

Disclaimer: I was compensated with a necklace and earring set to review from Fashion to Figure. However, all opinions in the statement above are mine and mine alone.

getting there....

So day 3. We are still not a fan of the 'ol patch.

Day 2 the only way she would put it on was if she could Skype Uncle M and Aunt Kiki and show them. Unfortunately a text to Uncle M went unanswered and we were reaching meltdown status.

Then my SIL answered her phone and quickly agreed to sign on and Skype with us. I'm thankful to have a SIL that would humor BG and even went out of her way to tell her how great she looked with it on. And Uncle M even made an appearance and together the two of them distracted her enough to pass the time quickly.

Tonight I went another route. I took the advice of a few ladies and then after a conversation with my Mom and my friend Erin, I decided to patch Kitty in hopes that it would make BG feel like she had a partner in this.

Well, at first I thought I sent her over the edge when she got so upset that Kitty had to wear a patch. Then she wanted Lacy (our poor dog) to wear one too. Not happening. Mr. P piped up and told her that he was sad he didn't have one to which she quickly retorted "want mine?".

Nice. Hands full here people. So much sass.

But eventually, we got hers on. And she proudly called Nonny and Pops on Skype to show them how she and Kitty were wearing their patches.

Three days down. We aren't there yet, but we're getting there.

daddy day 2012

First of all; thank you all so much for all the comments and suggestions on yesterday's post. I'm still going through and answering those by email, but I wanted to let y'all know I have already read them. And we're trying some of the suggestions out. We still aren't having much luck with the patch going well, but here's hoping.

Our Father's Day weekend was pretty low key. Which? is sort of how we do things. And we love it.

I keep thinking that one day we'll be the type of people that make these big, grandiose plans for special days, but so far, that doesn't appear to be happening. So we do small, simple things. And we do them together. Which is kind of what the days about right?

Mr. P had to go into work early that Saturday, so BG and I got to work putting the finishing touches on his present.


This collage was much easier to do last year when she wasn't mobile.

And for comparison's sake..


Oh my stars.

Back on track girl. Once Mr. P returned home, we decided to head out to the local state park.

I had read that there was a half mile walking trail out there that we figured even BG could handle, so we packed up and headed out. Once we got there, we quickly found the trail and were on our way.


It didn't take long at all for BG to decide that she's not the hiking type and to quickly demand another means of transportation.


We both swapped carrying around the little one for a while until we realized that we clearly weren't on a half mile track. We had been walking for over and hour and couldn't see an end in sight.

So we trekked it back up to the road where we quickly discovered that this girl had actually put us on the three mile bike track instead of the nice, short walking trail. So that was fun.

Then we walked drove on down to the playground and waterfront area. BG could not understand why she couldn't get in the water (hello red clay no way), so Mr. P distracted her by teaching her the basics of fly fishing.

I'm sure she got it. ;)


When she lost interest, I took her back up the playground area so that Mr. P could have some time to himself. Well, time with the fish. However, you want to look at it. That was probably his favorite Father's Day gift.

Kidding.


But he quickly joined us at the playground because lets face it; we're way more fun than fishing.


The afternoon was perfection. Perfection.

I cannot think of anything else I'd rather than do than listen to her laugh all afternoon. Those two slay me.

After picking up dinner, we settled in for a low key evening at home.

Sunday was spent giving Daddy gifts early in the day and then church and napping that afternoon.


BG and I went to a baby shower that afternoon and left Mr. P at home. He was then able to take a nap completely uninterrupted. That was actually probably his best gift.

Mr. P deserves a great Father's Day. Because that man is one great Dad. And every day that goes by, he gets even better at this job. So I hope you had a great Father's Day love. Your girls love you tons.

an update of sorts. and a ?

So months ago, Mr. P and I noticed a small issue with Baby Girl's eye.

She's had an issue with the tear gland in her left eye since birth. We were told back then that it was clogged and to massage it and yada yada yada and it would open on it's own by her first birthday.

Come her first birthday, it still wasn't opened but very rarely caused her enough issue for them to mess with it.

Come her second birthday; same thing.

The tearing comes and goes and really doesn't seem to bother her, so we all live with it.

Then a few months ago (I honestly don't remember exactly when), we noticed that her right eye (not the tear issue eye) seemed to be "straying". Basically if she was ever tired, or focused on something, or "dazed", her left eye would be focused but the right would drift right on down to the lower corner.

Honestly, I didn't think too much of it. We just learned to snap our fingers at her or do something to cause her to focus on us. And that worked. For a while.

It has gradually gotten worse so our pediatrician decided we should be referred off because he was afraid her vision was possibly affected.

So we packed up today and headed into town to see what was going on.

We found out that she does in fact have Amblyopia or "lazy eye". The problem is, at this age, they can't test her vision so we don't know how well she's seeing or isn't seeing. We can only assume that her brain is not getting the visual images it's supposed to from the right eye.

Our solution is to patch it. Every single day for a good 30 minutes a day. I'm thankful that she doesn't have to wear it all day every day at this time. And if every night is like tonight when we try to put it on, we're all going to be praying we never have to wear it longer.

Of course the doctor put the fear in us by telling us that missing one day of wearing it wipes out a weeks worth of work. So the kid will be wearing it.

She'll be reevaluated in three months time and at that time he'll take a look at the muscles behind her eye again and see how they look. If we don't see enough improvement, we'll have to talk other options. That's not even on our radar now though. This patch is going to work.

So thank you for those of you who were praying for us today. I'm thankful that we finally have some answers and some solutions to hopefully get her back on track.

Now my question? Anyone out there have a little one have to do this? How did you make the patch "fun"? We tried to play Pirates tonight and she was not having it. She cried for 25 of the 30 minutes tonight. I'm really hoping that doesn't become routine. Is there any tips to making them wear this? Or just making it bearable??
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sometimes change is a good thing....

Anyone that knows me at all, knows I'm not a real big fan of change.

I tend to do this thing where I over think things and usually not in a positive light.

I tend to dread change. I manage to take all the bad aspects of any upcoming change and dwell on those and magnify them in my head so that the upcoming event is suddenly so terrible that I absolute dread it.

True story.

The good thing is, in my somewhat advancing age, I've come to realize all of these things about myself and can now recognize that I'm doing it and can sort of make myself simmmer down some.

Sort of.

There's been a lot of change around here lately.

My brother met the girl that he decided to spend forever with. They got engaged. They announced they'd be having a baby. They got married. It was a lot.

Now these are all great events. Awesome events really. But the part of me that is terrified of change could only see one thing;

I was losing my brother.

He was quickly growing up and moving on to a real life of his own and I knew that the days where we were bff's and roommates and party buddies were drawing to a close.

Although they've been closed for seven plus years already, in my head they were ending. Now. Because of all that darn change.

I knew I was doing it. I knew that I'd taken these life altering events and turned a negative spin.

He was getting married so he would never be around at holidays anymore. He was moving to the beach so he'd be too far away to see us. He was having a child of his own; a family of his own and our time with him would be non-existent.

I do not pretend to be rational. I know I'm insane.

Talking to my dear friend D one day, it hit me what I was doing and so it was at Christmastime that I decided to just let it go.

I would quit thinking the worst of my soon to be sister in law. I'd stop panicking over losing my brother. I'd stop freaking worrying. Oh, and I would be nice if it killed me.

And guess what? I realized that I actually liked my soon to be sister in law. I realized that I was excited for BG to have a cousin. I realized that I still am bff's with my little brother and the life we'd planned, to grow up and have family vacations together, was actually well on it's way to happening.

Funny how that happens.

Now change still terrifies me, but y'all, sometimes? sometimes change is a good thing.

And when change comes in a tiny little 7 pound 1.1 ounce, 20 inch bundle of newborn sweetness?

it's a fantastic thing.

We got the call that Miss Adalyn (AK from here on out) was on the way the morning after the wedding in Charleston. So we decided to make a detour and head to Mr. P's parents for a bit before hitting the beach to meet our new niece.


We weren't there long when we got notice that she was here. And she was perfect. I can't even explain what I felt knowing that my little brother (who will always be a tow haired little nuisance) was now a Dad.

Wow.

Unfortunately, Kiki (my SIL) was having some BP issues afterwards and did not feel well and BG couldn't go back to meet the baby, so we didn't stay long. But we did get to meet her, and hold her, and fall head over heels in love with her.


She's so perfect y'all. She's the perfect addition to our family. She's the perfect little one to make us an aunt and an uncle and my sweet BG a cousin. This change? this change is such a good thing.