Perfection Is My Enemy

A Chrisitan mom & crafter shares what's worked for her.

Merry Christmas! December 25, 2011

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Cowboy Birthday Party October 9, 2011

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A few weeks ago, we celebrated my son Mac’s 8th birthday. He chose a cowboy theme.

The invitation

I created the invitation on Publisher and then saved it as a jpg file. I then uploaded it to Snapfish and had them printed at $0.09 each. They turned out GREAT!

We had intended to have the entire party outside, but the weather was less than cooperative so we moved part of the party inside. I bought really cheesy, foam cowboy hats from Oriental Trading Company and purchased foam stickers from the dollar store for the kids to decorate. I also went to a local discount store and bought bandanas for all the kids for a dollar each.

Mac requested a cowboy costume for his present, so I picked up some fabric and whipped this out in about an hour.

The birthday boy ~ Cowboy Mac

My favorite part of the party was the cake. I used cream cheese frosting for the blue and for the white piping on the boot. The boot, letters and rope are all made from marshmallow fondant. I know, people say fondant is terrible stuff, but marshmallow fondant tastes wonderful and the kids were all super impressed when I told them what I made the rope from.

Some wonderful friends who live down the road from us brought their wagon and mule for the kids to ride on.

We opened presents and then all the kids got to whack the cowboy boot piñata that I made.

{I promise to make a tutorial the next time I make a piñata}

The birthday boy was happy and I don’t have to plan another party until next year (the Husband turns 40 in February).


I Heart Faces ~ Beautiful Eyes Contest August 15, 2011

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My son Sam. I am entering this picture in the


This weeks subject is beautiful eyes.


The envy of all the girls.




Towels, Towels, Everywhere May 30, 2011

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We used to have a big problem of towel over usage in our house. The kids would use a towel once, leave it on the floor, and it would end up in my laundry room. I spent more than half my laundry time and money washing towels. It was getting ridiculous.

So, I came up with a plan. I would make each kid their own, wonderful, hooded towel and give them their very own place to hang it. I went to JC Penny’s and bought 3 bath towels and 3 wash cloths on sale. I stitched them together, along with a loop to hang them up with, and there you have it. It is a great system. I now do one load of towels a week. It is quite wonderful.


Where they hang their towels up (Don't look at the wallpaper. I hate it, but not enough to spend time and money to replace it. Especially since it's the boys' bathroom.)

Sam all wrapped up in his soft, snuggly towel.

The next time I make one of these for a baby shower I’ll create a tutorial. They really are super easy to make.

You could probably even make them without a sewing machine.




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Francesca Battistelli May 23, 2011

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Francesca Battistelli is one of my new favorite singers. I love her song Free to be Me. It’s simple, beautiful, and so, so true. If you haven’t listened to her music, you can check it out at

The lyrics to Free to be Me are:

At twenty years of age
I’m still looking for a dream
A war’s already waged for my destiny
But You’ve already won the battle
And You’ve got great plans for me
Though I can’t always see

‘Cause I got a couple dents in my fender
Got a couple rips in my jeans
Try to fit the pieces together
But perfection is my enemy
On my own I’m so clumsy
But on Your shoulders I can see
I’m free to be me

When I was just a girl
I thought I had it figured out
My life would turn out right,
and I’d make it here somehow
But things don’t always come that easy
And sometimes I would doubt


And you’re free to be you
Sometimes I believe that I can do anything
Yet other times I think I’ve got nothing good to bring
But You look at my heart and You tell me
That I’ve got all You seek
And it’s easy to believe

Even though