The Dotted Poppy on ETSY

I adore ETSY! Their vintage stuff is unmatchable.. and the handmade items- even better! I have ordered everything from towel wraps to monogrammed iphone stickers on this site!

My latest find is a sweet shop called THE DOTTED POPPY. It is all handmade & affordable jewelry! You’ve got to check it out for yourself HERE!

She happens to be The Small Things Blog author’s mom!! Hardly ever do I follow a link from a popular blog like that and find something cheap that I happen to love!!

I was so excited when I saw her London earrings & thought I would love them even more with simply silver. I sent one message and within hours she had messaged back saying she could absolutely do that- what a pleasant seller to do business with!

Only two days after placing my custom order I received these beautiful earrings I just cannot wait to wear!

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Tonight we have plans for the Corey Smith concert at Ricks! I’m so thrilled- I’ve listened to his music since about 7th grade. But even more exciting is that Mitchell has a press pass to photograph him! Have a taste of this Georgia boy’s tunes…

Come tomorrow morning, I am headed home to Collierville for the weekend for the 3rd annual Mr. Collierville (a guys pageant/competition Mitchell and I started a couple years ago!) and family time! I simply can’t wait. Check back here for some fun posts on Las Delicias guacamole, our first try at Kale Chips, and some thrift store finds!

Happy Thursday! & Go check out the Dotted Poppy!

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Pizza is the Way to My Heart… and I Don’t Hate It

All this week when discussing what we wanted for dinner I kept saying, “What about pizza?” Then the next night, “Griffis? Homemade pizza? Frozen pizza?”

Mitchell’s replies were, “That doesn’t sound good.” “Who eats HOMEMADE pizza?” anddd the lovely, “You can have whatever you want, I’ll eat something else”

to which I replied, “don’t be a brat.”

On to today… my instructions from M were to be ready at 5:15 for a date… obviously, my hot shot of a valentine shows up at 4:35. I was clothed in a large tshirt, yoga pants, no makeup- you get the picture! Luckily he had a 2nd bouquet of flowers and lots of grocery bags in hand! (AM I LUCKY OR WHAT!)

I dig into the bags before he can even get in the door as soon as he says go: Starburst jellybeans, Diet Dr. Pepper, Trolli Octopus, Milk Duds, Twizzler bites, mozzarella cheese, flour, yeast, He says the plan of the evening is HOMEMADE PIZZA! That Stinker.

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After forcing him to give me 15 minutes to actually get fixed up and look cute, we started mixin’.

Flour, yeast, olive oil, salt, & sugar created our very own dough. We added an extra 1/2 tsp of sugar since we’re sweet like that 😉

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I call this "ghetto rigged" some people call it "college budget" but it worked perfectly

I call this “ghetto rigged” saran wrap… some people call it “college budget” but it worked perfectly

It took our fresh dough an hour to rise in the oven on warm so we took the extra time for a little reminiscin’ and candlelight. I made a slideshow of lots of our special/funny pics!

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Once our dough was ready we got to kneading/throwing/learning to the sound of Summer Hits of the 90s pandora station. If you haven’t found it yet- you’re most definitely missing out.

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We topped our pizzas with:  Yes, we made two.

1) red sauce we customized with basil and garlic, mozarella and feta cheese, pesto, and pepperoni

2)honey barbeque, a drizzle of ranch, grilled chicken, diced yellow bell pepper, sauteed onions, pineapple, and lots of mozzarella

topping assortment!

topping assortment!

These bowls are amazing! Cute, functional, and fit more than they appear to- a Big Lots find!

These bowls are amazing! Cute, functional, and fit more than they appear to- a Big Lots find!

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The two of these were absolutely fabulous! Pizza #1 was awesome. Italian. Garlic-y. Delish.

BUT Pizza #2… so knock your socks off we discussed opening our own cafe. The pizza will be called “BBR,” Barbecue Ranch. Just wait for it!

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Mitchell found the dough recipe here. For two first timers, it was quite easy to follow and succeed! It has been the greatest Valentines day. Laid back, fun, and romantic. We’re headed to crack up at Identity Theft!

That stinker has definitely kept me one happy girl today.. We still have a whole pizza left after filling two tummies quite full! Woah. Enough for lunch on the road as we head home tomorrow 🙂

2 years in a row.

Something has surprised me about my blogging so far. The “most read” posts are about Mitchell & I. Maybe my readers are extremely love sick, or maybe M is just better than I ever asked for. (I apologize ahead of time for the cheesy-ness. It’s my specialty… And here we are less than 12 hours from the most lovey dovey day of the year, forgive me.)

Mitchell & Lauren, Fall 2010
The Best bestfriends a girl could dream of!

February 14, 2011, I was in some sort of dilemma, state of being unsettled, etc etc etc.
The morning started out pretty lonely… I hosted on Collierville AM where I wore a blue and green dress for the whole school to see. Each Valentines at CHS, we have “stoplight day” where the students wear red for “taken,” yellow for “talking,” and green for “single.” Now, if we are being completely honest, I wasn’t single. I was in fact “talking.” This where it gets hard to explain…. Mitchell (who I fell in love with in December and ended things with later in the month) was my best friend. We could hardly be found without the other by our side. But there was still another person I was spending time with. This was on the weekend, because he was in college and rarely home… And he hardly knew of Mitchell as anything more than my best friend who called/texted constantly.

At about 10:15 a.m. on Valentines Day, I sat in class with my close friend, Jessica. I was going on and on about not hearing from let’s call him “Mr. Unnameable”… yet, Mitchell had been communicating with me all day, as usual, like I loved 🙂 I said, half jokingly, to Jess, “Whoever gets to me with a dozen roses first, wins.”

2:00 came, time to dismiss, no Valentines for me. I went about my day, setting off to Fresh Market, the place of the best & cheapest flowers! Little did I know, someone else was also purchasing V-day paraphernalia…
I was at Fresh Market buying sunflowers for my other best friend, Lauren. Because “Every girl deserves flowers on Valentines”. She was, along with me, lovesick. She and Skiler were “off again” at the time and we planned to spend the evening watching “The Bachelor”, wallowing in self pity, and nursing our wounds 😉

After purchasing flowers & a card for Mitchell (now that I think back on it, I am unsure why I bought the card at the time. M was headed to soccer practice and had no plans of seeing me on that day… God had different plans, and oh was I glad!!), I headed to All American Swim where Lauren was working to deliver a little surprise happy. (Yes, M ruined my surprise for Lauren by surprising me!!) She rushed me to the back as soon as I got there and I saw 3 things.

1. A dozen roses
2. A box of chocolates
3. A handwritten letter

Before any thoughts at all could rush through my brain, I bawled. I knew Mitchell had done this and I knew then that I never should have let myself get scared in December. I loved him.
And I still do. More today than yesterday, but less than tomorrow.
I am oh so thankful that I get to have the same Valentine two years in a row!


I hope you guys enjoy these pieces of our story, and build yours tomorrow (& everyday) too!

Love for Love.

When talking to my Dad a few weeks ago, we determined something. Not that it hasn’t been determined by anyone else before, but to us it was somewhat of an epiphany. We realized something about our human nature.
My (our) sweet dog, Pheobe Gabrielle, passed away December 28, 2011. To say she was loved is an understatement. I’d dare to say our love was one of the deepest I’ve ever felt. And the love between she and dad dug even deeper. If you don’t know her, this may sound silly. But she was more than a dog to us. 
Pheobe was “the only sister I ever had” and “the best girl in the world” and we reminded her of these things daily, if not hourly. She was a friend, and a confidant. A singer, even.. She never told my secrets I sneakily whispered in her ears when no one was looking. She caught every tear from every heart break throughout my middle school and high school years. I miss her & I couldn’t be more thankful for those times. 

 I love you baby.
 Oh the way she put up with the cats. What a doll. Marley needs lessons.
The world’s greatest foot warmer.

But what Dad and I talked about was the way you can’t cure heart break with new shoes. Or a chocolate craving with a banana. A popsicle would never work for a broken leg (unless you’re age 5;)
After we lost Pheobe, our hearts were reaching for that same kind of love she gave us for 9 fulfilling years.. That’s when Mom and Dad found Marley… (or nameless puppy for the first about 2 weeks… we couldn’t agree on a name!!)

Welcome Home baby girl. Phe would’ve adored you & taken you in as her own
I quote: “I think she wants an iPhone” …… -Michelle Shaul
 Mitchell & Marley Jane. They’re buddies to say the least.
She spends over 50% of her time with her heels over her head.

The rest, I’d say, is history. That little stinker brings shine to our eyes & a jump in our steps (mostly Mom’s as she lunges to keep potty time from happening on her oriental rugs!) We can’t get enough of her.


We needed the love of a dog.. A dog like our girl. Marley hides her nose in warm spots the same way Pheobe did. She hates getting her nails clipped just like our best girl.
The other day as I goofily sang to Marley “You’re the best girl in the world!” I thought, No, Pheobe is. Don’t tell Marley she is… But then I knew, Pheobe’s no longer in this grief stricken world. She’s in Heaven. And it took a 3 year olds innocent words to remind me of that. (Thanks Knox!!)
God bless these 2 sweet girls who were placed in this crazy thing we call a family.


  I’m sorry for such a long post… but sometimes all my heart needs is a good blog post.
Thanks for reading. Really. 
Love, 

One year ago.

I made my debut as a singer… Totally kidding.

This hilarious, tear-filled, roller coaster of a story began last November. My friends and I (about 11 of us girls who were inseperable in high school) found our newest addition to the group… Mitchell Lindsey. He was hilarious. Confident. Classy. A total gentleman. We all loved him.
One night, Mitchell invited us over to his house just to hang around and chill. When we got there, he had a guitar in his lap (…what girl doesn’t LOVE that?!) and I had just heard a song on the radio (I think Andria may have even mass texted the lyrics to us) that I loved and wanted to hear again. I proceeded to type into YouTube.com “Never Alone- Lady Antebellum”.. Mitchell quickly picked it up on the guitar and I began singing.. in a low, quiet voice so no one heard. My next silly, half joking comment is “We should totally do this in the talent show!” Mitchell replied (as he always does..) “ok!” 
This is something I adore about my boyfriend- he has never doubted me a day in his life. Something I cannot say about anyone else!
Little did he know what he was getting himself into…
A month or so went by. We attended practices at school, try outs, our own practices at my house into the wee hours of the morning… and before we knew it, we were on stage. Mitchell hosted so I had barely seen him before it was time. I was FREAKING OUT. Like- could. not. swallow. Luckily, The performance went by without a glitch (well, except for that one verse M forgot to play.. but I chose to forgive him;). As we exited the stage, Mitchell ran to get dressed so he could continue hosting and I, well, cried. A lot.
When everyone asked what was wrong, I replied, “We messed up!!” …. we did mess up. But who cares?! No one but the two of us noticed. At that moment, I honestly didn’t know why I was crying.
I walked from outside the auditorium where I was talking to all my friends and family to back stage & asked Jessica and Brittany to come with me. As I leaned against the cinder block wall of my high school bawling, Jessica said, “It’s Mitchell isn’t it??” Between sobs, I had a realization/epiphany. I was in love with that boy. I fell in love with my best friend.
We always texted before bed so that night I said to him, like I always did & he to me, “Dream Big.” But this night, I followed it with, “Let’s talk tomorrow.”
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Mellow Mushroom for lunch. Mitchell kept the conversation going mostly, because I was deep, deep in thought. As we left in the rain, Mitchell kept saying, “Sooo…. What did you want to talk about?” And I replied, every time, “I forgot.” (the usual for me.) I had absolutely no idea how to say it to him. Eventually, I got up enough courage to say, “M- listen to this.” I plugged in my iPhone (in his car, might I say. He drove. and paid…. always!) My Best Friend- Tim McGraw was the song that played. Mitchell’s reply, “Are you serious?” “yes.” I said timidly but at the same time confidently.

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Me & Mitchell as Mr. & Mrs. Clause
His reply was, “Oh my gosh.” And that was that until he dropped me off at my house and called to say “You never told me what you wanted to talk about” Oh, great!! I had been caught. Couldn’t he just forget about it? 
He came back to my house to run an errand to Kroger with me. While driving down White Road, I handed him my phone with 10 pictures of texts between Lauren and I. I knew that if I described to him how I felt, I would cut corners and leave things out.. so I had him read the way a girl tells her best friend about a boy. Minutes later, Mitchell says “Wow.” And puts the phone down. 
The next few hours were a blast!! I told him he didn’t have to say anything back just as long as he knew how I felt. We were able to spend the rest of the day as usual, goofing off and always smiling!!
The following evening, (now we are at Sunday night 12-12-10) became what we lovingly call the “but..” night. Mitchell asked if we could talk and I vulnerably and hesitantly agreed.. The conversatin went something like this, although he probably remembers it differently: “Emily, I have loved you for so long and wanted to be with you since the Arlington vs CHS game.. But…” Then came, “I’m not breaking up with her.” ( did I leave out the small detail that my best friend had a girl friend?! I in no way wanted to mess that up.. only to tell him my feeling and let him choose) Alright, thanks, great, TEARS. 
Long story short I left bawling to the Taylor Swift song that states “I can’t breathe without you, but I have to..” and said to him, “If you let me drive away, I may never come back.” Total girl move, huh?
After lots of awkward situations, nightly “Dream Big. Wait for me, I promise It will be worth it” texts, coniving girl schemes and pros and cons lists, Mitchell was mine. 
And I would say the rest was happily ever after, except for that one hiccup/hesistation of mine. But let’s save that long story for a rainy day… 3 exact months later, it became officially official. Happily ever after. I couldn’t be happier.

Sorry this post is so long & detail filled! But its so fun to watch everything that changes in just one year!!
What is different for you this December compared to last?