More after the jump.
I accomplished this feat— painting with light— with 8 sparklers and my trusty DSLR. I used my tripod because I wanted to minimize movement to try and get really clear photos. This was almost impossible, but I want to try it again, tweaking my settings to try and achieve super clear pictures. 
Technical Stuff:
f-stop: 22
shutter speed: 13 sec/15 sec
ISO: auto (I need to read more about the right ISO settings for this…)
wgsn:
Nothing quite like a beautiful white lace top
I’m really into the white lace trend that’s been happening lately! I have a white lace short sleeve blouse, a tank top, and a dress.
What white lace items have you been pining for?
Red lips. Red rose. Red nails.
America.
Happy Fourth of July from Cuppycakes!
My roommate BB was not having a good weekend, and I wanted to bake something for her. We’d had brownies twice in the past week. I considered a cake, but didn’t know if the house we’re living in had cake pans. The house did, however, have a muffin tin.
Get your umbrellas. It’s a brainstorm, y’all!
I chopped apples and added them to the ingredients in my mom’s apple pie filling recipe: 1/3 cup of sugar, 1 tablespoon of cinnamon, a pinch of nutmeg, a bit of butter. They hung out on the stove while I rolled out store bought dough (lazy foodie alert), cut out circles, and situated them in the muffin tin. Then, I filled the dough cups with filling and made a quick lattice crust with the small amount of dough I had left. Popped those suckers in the oven at 400 degrees for about 12 minutes and presto!
They were total deliciousness. And only 125 calories each (I did the math)!
They get snowcones with you, even though you’ve been eating snowcones at a rate of like 4 a week.
One is such a lonely number.
Much better together.
Later, we snuggled in bed with the puppies and watched “Girls” and “The Newsroom” and read Cosmo.
Love you, D!
Oh, this kitchen. So sleek. So classy. So jealous.
…is what I had for dinner last night!
Too hungry, no pictures. (Is that the food blogger’s form of tl;dr?)
(‘too long; didn’t read’ for the uninitiated)
Redneck spaghetti probably goes against everything Italian food stands for. Except deliciousness.
Its politically correct name is “chicken spaghetti”, and the chicken is probably the only redeeming quality as far as health that this dish has. I mean, it’s ingredients include mass amounts of cheddar cheese, noodles, and a can of Rotel. (Please tell me you guys know the wonders of Rotel + Velveeta + ground beef queso? It better not be a Texas thing. The whole world needs to know about this guilty, guilty pleasure.) It’s basically queso with chicken and noodles. And some olives and onion.
And it was served with huge hunks of bread with more cheese melted on top. And I had feta cheese on my salad (like 3 spoonfuls). I’ve definitely got my calcium for the next 5 years…
Anywho, find a recipe and make redneck spaghetti when you’ve been freshly fired or dumped (or you found out that Nora Ephron died, WHAT THE HECK, so sad). It’s Southern comfort food at it’s best.
(For real, my grandmother was talking about how many funerals she’s been to where this was a main attraction.)
Bon appetit!
Instead of working out this morning, I got out of bed, brushed my teeth, put on real pants and drove home to Dallas.
Instead of eating on the way home, I waited until 4 to eat lunch/dinner with my parents, who work approximately 37 hours a day.
Instead of running tonight (it’s still 90 degrees out), we took the dog for a walk and saw two rabbits.
Instead of washing clothes, I’m blogging!
Sometimes it’s okay to not do what you planned to do.
Now, now, calm down, Southern readers. I love (most) country music. I own cowboy boots. I was raised on Alan Jackson. I’ve spent a pretty penny on country concert tickets.
Me and B before a Miranda Lambert show.
See? I love country music…
…just not all of it.
The Two Things That I Find Suspicious About Country Music
There you go. See? My two biggest problems with the genre are one song and a lack of a checking account.
Photo of the Day.