Mollye Made

This neice of mine is adorable.

I've said it before. I'll say it again: ADORABLE.

Looking more and more like my little brother everyday.
{Dainty. Curious. Silly. Happy.}

All things a little girl should be.

Aunt Meghan had to make her a little outfit last time she was here. I actually whipped this pillow case dress and matching bloomers up while she was taking her afternoon nap. I went bonkers with the bows.

I am missing her these days. It must be time for a visit.

How do I know?

There's a lotta "Mollye Made" going on around here lately in my spare time.

Now I wonder where I can find a good model?

.mac :)

Dear Consistency,

You are such an asset to our family, yet I fear I that I am not always the best provider to your basic needs. I realize the commitment you request is not one of mediocrity. I understand that the maintenance of your lifestyle is one that requires much.

As a guest in our home, I want you to feel most welcome here. I strive to percolate overflowing cups of visionary brew each morning before you awake. I remind myself as I prepare your breakfast knowing that you like your toast buttered with confidence and your jam spread thick of good morals.

I long to provide you with a pleasure packed stay filled with growth, adventure, knowledge, and fairness. I hope you feel the company you are surrounded with is hopeful not bitter, loving not lacking.

The quality of your stay means everything to me as I plead with you to become a permanent resident at our home. I know at times you leave feeling unappreciated and unwelcome. Your vacancy is quickly filled with guests like {impatience, sarcasm, irritation, sporadic screaming, and negative thoughts.} They seem to crowd into your room and wreak havoc on your nicely kept space.

After I realize your absence, I prayerfully yet sternly ask these guests to leave and immediately do what I can to clean up your space with the usual spot cleans and deep scrubs alike.

With your sheets fresh washed in suds of discipline and with a fabric softener of hard work, I re-make your bed with deeper conviction hospital corners. For it is I who knows your bed must be put together soundly from the inside out if I want your slumbers of character to rest peacefully in our home.

Then I turn down your bed covers of God's will. I fluff your pillows of faith and leave the sweetest mints of excellence and personal best just so on your bedside table.

And then I politely ask you once again for the honor of your presence. And being the rock that you are, you kindly step back through the doors of our home with housewarming gifts of positive attitudes and a freshly cut bouquet of preparation to place in my arms.

Thank you, Consistency. Thank you for your belief in what is good and right. I appreciate that each time you come to visit, you stay a little bit longer as if testing out our home in hopes that it is in fact, your best fit.

And soon, I hope you will find that it is.

A place for you to call home.

Sincerely,
Eli and Casey's mom

Stimulus Package

Oh wait. I guess that's for me, huh?

Sorry.
I couldn't resist. Thematic visuals are a must for me you see. And seeing as how this clever-of-k.Mac-deal is just one way to help stimulate our nation's small business economy, I went on a mission to find just the right visual to symbolize the word: stimulus. And well, I opted for this picture over the $ sign. I think I made the right selection, don't you? Kenny here when I first started dating him. Looking all Tom Cruise-ish from this flick. I really lucked out, I must say.

Okay, enough about this stimulus package.
Is it getting hot in here or is it just me?
The k.Mac stimulus package for THIS WEEK ONLY!!!

Order any size Sling Fling and receive 30% off PLUS all personalization is one flat $5.00 fee.

Contact me at meghan@kmaccreations.com to begin your design session. All fabric and font selections can be done via email.

I truly love the custom designing process and take great pleasure in creating one-of-a-kind pieces for clients, so take advantage of this great k.Mac offer!

The deadline for design sessions to be complete is THIS Sunday, August 30th as the k.Mac Sling Fling-a-rella turns back into her full price pumpkin!

And we all know pumpkin times flies by and next thing you know, it's time for these glittery goodies to adorn my studio tree. Maybe a little good deal k.Mac Christmas shopping in August is in order for you this week.

I'm just sayin'.

Thanks to all who participated in "B is for..." I really enjoyed hearing your responses. I liked the gamut of answers from B names and their meanings, to blessings, to blog names, to adjectives that described your personality. I still can't believe that my B in 9th grade typing set me up for 3rd overall. Geez. Somethings you just don't get over.

On to Brighter topics for me! The winner of the 50% off Sling Fling is...

Well, it pays to comment, girls. Cause you never know what might be up my sleeve! Seeing as I have 2 very important k.Mac assistants that help me fold fabrics, unpack shipments, keep pins in the pin cushion and scraps in the trash, I had to have them help me draw out the winner. And I can't just let 1 employee hold that responsibility. That would be violating some type of employee discrimination law I am sure. Forget the fact that I could very well be violating child labor laws as we speak!

There are 2 50% off winners!!!

Watch the videos and find out if you are one of them!

Congratulations April and Stella!

Here at k.Mac, we like to keep a relaxed dress code.
Jammies to work are just fine!

Bring on the orders all of you! I feel like I have done my part in stimulating our sweet little economy this week. I know Kenny has done his part too! GRIN.

T-minus 5 days and counting...

.mac :)

B is for...

Bag.

B is for Bag.

Our Sling Fling design is simple, tailored, and a huge hit.

Budget.

B is for budget.

Our Sling Fling is conveniently priced for those watching as the government takes your money. Shown here is our small Sling Fling.
Barefoot.

B is for barefoot.

This is my favorite shoes to wear indoors and out.

Bloated.

B is for bloated.

I think spinach is doing it to me.

Best friends.

B is for best friends.

I am so happy to have them. Love that they are sprinkled about, but all it takes is a phone call or a little visiting and it's like we never left one another's side.

B

B is for the B.

The B I got in 9th grade TYPING class that caused me to be 3/10ths away from being Salutatorian in high school. That's right. a-a-a-space-s-s-s-space d-d-d-space f-f-f-f-space RETURN finished me 3rd. NOT Physics or Calculus. Nice, huh. No, I'm not bitter at all.

Believe.

B is for believe.

Believe you can do anything you want to no matter your age or circumstance. Dream out loud and in motion. Make your reality through your choices and attitudes. Envision yourself doing just what you love with the gifts that God has given you. Take the step whether it be big or little and watch yourself become your very best. Then smile and help others around you to do just the same.

B

B is for "B".

Casey face's blanket that he adores more than life itself. I mean I think if he had to decide between a blood transfusion to save his life or holding "B", "B" might just perform the life saving miracle for this kid.


Blog.

B is for blog.

My best friend said to me just this weekend, "I don't get blogs. What exactly are they for?"

And candidly I rattled off, "To connect and to share. To chronicle your life. To promote your business."

But to me, it's even more than that. It's my head feeling clearer, my heart feeling deeper, my fingers feeling faster. It's my creative cleansing; my soul spilling. It's all that and more to my person. Writing and reading breathe a sense of clarity from me. And I like it.

So, what's a blog to you?

What makes you read?

What makes you write?

And lastly, what's your B stand for?

• Anxious to hear your thoughts.
• Anxious to give 50% off any size Sling Fling to one comment picked at random.
• Anxious to tell you the Sling Fling special for this week only.
• Anxious for tomorrow {Wednesday, 8/19} to share the winner and the special.
• Anxious for my bloating to subside.

Anxiously bloated,
.mac :)

{ROAD}

You diggin' my shirt?
Kenny wasn't.

Matter of fact, I bought it speee-ashial at my favorite establishment for the bit of traveling we had planned for the earlier part of this summer.

{ROAD}
Always like to keep things thematic if you will.

Remember that big gap in posts? I am sure all of my 5 regular readers do. I escaped the everyday life for a time and went into hiding. It was fun pretending to be Kate Gosselin in seclusion from the paparazzi. The paparazzi being my SIL Kristi, but still. Who am I kidding? I just wanted a chance to wear the JackieO's and the J-LO hatz. yeah-yeah.
These 3 and myself loaded up in a car and made the trek to New York back in early June. Little boys off to my dad and step-mom, rental car packed to the gills, we drove.
Kenneth (my father-in-law) here sharing a celebratory beer with his younger brother Eddie that we made it safe and sound and our 14 hours in the car was finito.

Me gazing up at Kristi with great thankfulness that I no longer have to be in a car with 3 Cobble men and I that I now have my favorite girl in company!
Ellicottville, New York.

A super charming little place. The town was so petitely packed with huge helpings of quaintness. Well, we had to do a little spelunking and it seems our taste buds and rumbling bellies landed us here.

Shiney coppers, glistening chromes, a pumpin' and a churnin'...

Mama likey.

A rustic environment this place had. Kinda low lit barzy, for-real locals feel, I was hooked. And apparently so was the fish. 4 of the 6 of us ordered their fried fish platter.

I was not one of the 4. I had my eyes set on a Reuben. Can I just say holy cow. The best Reuben I have ever snuggled up to in my life. YUM.

The menu was well versed in variety. I tend to like that in a restaurant. My brother-in-law, Tony, chose the homemade ravioli to offset the other 4 as well. Let's just say, there was no need for a dishwasher when we left this fine establishment.
Kristi and her dad. Those smiles are proof of happy bellies.

And what about our thirst buds?

Well, I like beer. I like wine too.

Not in massive drunken quantities. But I do enjoy their flavors on occasion.

And this place makes the best BLUEBERRY BEER I have ever tasted! Check those blueberries out just floatin' at the top all flirty like.
Tony decided upon a sampler as they all looked so tasty.

This place was amazing. We loved sitting around the table catching up and enjoying great food and brew. Brothers Kenny and Kevin would agree. Go here to find out more about this fine establishment. Cause little they may be, but they have a website!

Small town America: you can't beat that.

And you also can't beat BLUEBERRY BEER! Some wanted to come back to the inn with us and well, being nice southerners in a northern town, we kindly obliged.
Could this father-in-law of mine get any cuter in that hat?

And how bout these hunks in the hot tub?
(I am especially partial to the one in the middle.)

A late night of chatting, laughing, relaxing, and just being family in this little town for there was much to celebrate. And we Cobbles make the most of any reason to celebrate. Who can forget this annual happy or this every year gathering for celebratory proof.

What are we celebrating, you ask?
Well, just keep on the hunt for Kate in the JackieO's and perhaps you'll soon find out!

.mac :)

Survey Says...

So peeps.

I have been out of the tappity tap clicking as of late and will be for a bit more.

Heading out on a mini rugrat adventure tomorrow afternoon, so I will plan to catch you on the flip side Monday!

In my absence, I wanted to post a few surveys for all of you readers, commenters and non-commenters alike. I am curious to see how this blog stands up to you and what more or less you might want from this space. Being that this blog is designed to duet my life in harmony with my business, I want to be sure that I am providing my readers with what they like best for the sake of k.Mac, you feel me?!

Feel free to leave me a comment, but you don't haveta.

But do vote. It's all secret so you won't have to leave your name or anything for those a little nervous. I figure this is a way I can see what more you want to hear about or what less you would like to know.

So it's all good.

Thanks so much, sisters and misters! See you on Monday!

.mac :)

{JAM ON IT}

Scavenging back through old pictures and video, as mamas frequently do, I found this.

He's still prefers a slow jam or rap ditty to a heavy metal beat.
{just like his mama}

Apparently, at 9 months muscial preferences are pretty much decided on.

Who knew?

All fluid and natural like, Casey face immediately finds his beat and grooves.

And he still does.

Let's just hope he doesn't one day have a Boo for all of you well versed in slango.

{JAM ON IT}

My weekend wish for all of you.

"All I Think About Is You..."
.mac :)