We moved last Saturday. I hadn't moved in 8 years, and now I know why. Where did all this shit come from? I've been unpacking for days, and I swear there's more cardboard boxes here than there was loaded in the moving truck. To top it off, the light at the end of the tunnel burnt out for me this morning. Our new house has a 9 x 7 foot den, that hubby suggested I use as my closet. I was finally going to unpack my clothes, after I built all my Ikea furniture. However, after spending 3 hours putting together the Botne wardrobe, I went to stand it up right, and the damn thing fell over, and broke apart. The screws broke the particle board. It is not salvageable. I was pissed and tried. So I just did what I should have done in the first place, I contacted some custom closet installers. I will spend more money, but at least I can put my clothes away.
I am not sure how old I was when my mom told me about my parent’s arranged marriage, but I’ve loved the story ever since I was a child. Arranged marriages are customary in Cambodia. Parents consulted match makers and even astrologers to find the most suitable match for their sons and daughters. Often the match was economically or politically beneficial to the families involved. Sons typically had a say in whether or not they agreed to the match. Daughters usually agreed to please their parents and future in law's. A girl that refused an arranged marriage would be labeled as difficult and even ungrateful. Therefore, more often than not, the daughter would say yes to the match. The hope for an arranged marriage is that the couple respectfully co-exist as partners. If they learned to like each other that was a blessing, and if like turned into love that was a miracle and the match maker would boast about that for their entire career. The tradition and culture around arranged marriages...
I just got the best present ever. One of friends knows that I love Chuck Norris Facts, and knows that I can turn old t-shirts into cute tops for little people. So while at Value Village for herself, she found this t-shirt, and bought it for me! So cool, and thoughtful. Here is a tutorial on how to make a toddler's t-shirt out of an adult's t-shirt. Enjoy! You will need an awesome t-shirt, scissors, and a fabric hole punch (scissors are fine as well, the punch is just easier). Fold t-shirt in fold and cut off excess length. Use excess length to cut two pieces of "string". Cut the sides of the t-shirt and arm hole. Use the hole punch to create holes equal length apart on the sides of the t-shirt. Use the "string" to lace up both sides of the t-shirt. Tie two tight knots at the very end. Put it on your 3 year old and see if she'll sit long enough for you to take a picture. ...
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