The Girl Behind the Blog – About Brittany aka Pretty Handy Girl

This post has been running around in my head for quite a while now. I feel like you don’t really get to see the real me when you read my posts. You don’t get to see the me in my pajamas and messy desk (and dirty dishes) as I proof read the post I finished at 1am in the morning.

You don’t get to see the real me who rushes out the door to pick up my kids in my paint and sawdust spattered clothes.

And you don’t get to see the family that has been behind me from the beginning. You can thank my friend Roeshel from The DIY Showoff for giving me the old kick in the pants to finally share those pertinent details with you ;-).

Have you ever wondered who the real Pretty Handy Girl is? Is she tall is she short? I’m 5′ 6″. What’s her favorite food? Definitely dark chocolate! Is she a coffee or tea drinker? Coffee. Mac or PC? Been a Mac girl since 1990! And what really scares her? Read more to find out:

 

My family:

I absolutely love dark chocolate! My father grew up in Hershey, PA. I like to joke that because my father’s family grew up in chocolate town USA, I need to have a certain amount of chocolate coursing through my system to survive.

My Hershey Grandparents

I am the oldest of three girls…

Me, Caitlin, & Alana

…(and two half brothers) which makes me kind of the bossy sibling (ask my sisters!)

Jordan, Alana, Shea, Mom, Caitlin, and Me

Speaking of sisters, my middle sister Alana, is an architect. Well, she isn’t currently practicing because she is constantly dealing with the pain and disability of fibromyalgia, chronic fatigue and some other unknown ailments. Because of her, I am truly thankful for my health and for being able to have children. I honestly don’t know how my sister does it, but she is still a warm and caring person who manages to put a smile on her face every day.

My other sister, Caitlin, is the interior designer (do you see a creative pattern here?) She is the youngest girl and she lives way too far away.Where I have two crazy boys, she has two beautiful girls. And did I mention that she lives too far away? 2,800 miles away, but who’s counting.

My other siblings are Shea and Jordan. I was present for Shea’s birth when I was 22 years old. Talk about a life changing experience. (There is nothing like witnessing birth and all the diaper changes and crying fits that come with a newborn to make you want to wait to have children!)

My brother Shea just graduated from high school. He’s the an automotive handy guy (I’m hoping he’ll teach me a few things) and I couldn’t be more proud of him since he’s already landed a full-time job.

My other brother, Jordan, is the sweet and sensitive guy (a gal’s dream).

He is a really good skateboarder and a great uncle to my boys. We call my brothers the Uncle Monkeys, mostly because they were young crazy kids when my boys were born. ;-)

 

The past: 

My mother delivered all of us via natural childbirth. When I had my babies, my mom was my role model. Thanks to the help of two separate doulas, I delivered both my boys without any medication. And I did deliver them in a hospital. I breastfed both of them for over a year and am grateful that I was able to do that. I have many friends who struggled to breastfeed and I truly understand how devastating it was for them to have to switch to formula.


Still in shock after becoming a mother for the first time.

This was a little playmobile figurine I used to keep on my computer. It truly was what I looked like every day as a new mother. My oldest pretty much lived in a sling until he was 6 months old. He never let me put him down. And he wouldn’t sleep very well unless he was snuggled in the sling.

And I laugh now because that saying: “Always Have a Project Going.”…well it still holds true.

In true Pretty Handy Girl fashion, I went into labor with my second son while I was trying to fix the bathtub. You could say that the tub faucet wasn’t the only one who sprung a leak. LOL!

You may have noticed my hair used to be short. In fact I had short hair for about ten years and decided to start growing it long again a few years ago. I also just learned how to truly apply makeup and style my hair. I was such a tomboy that I really never tried to be pretty.

I have a scar next to my eye that I got when I was about six or seven years old. I fell on a homemade balance beam that my dad made for my birthday. I had to get four stitches.

I have a very hard time saying no, so when I do it really makes me feel bad. There are many friends and family members in my life that I wish I could help with their DIY and repair projects. Sadly I’m only one person and my first duty is to my husband and my boys. I truly wish I could clone myself. Because I can’t, I started this blog to try to bring others up to speed on how to fix, repair and create things.

The blog name “Pretty Handy Girl” was Handsome Guy’s idea, and I still insist the emphasis is on Pretty Handy (not pretty girl.) Speaking of Pretty Handsome Guy, this is my favorite picture of him!

Yup, vacuuming and carrying the fussy baby so I could get a break. Back off girls, he’s mine!

Did I take woodworking or shop in high school? Sadly I didn’t, but I wish I had. I did graduate from an art college in Philadelphia and studied illustration, graphic design and art therapy. I used to work at a cancer center as a medical illustrator for a while. I also worked for a greeting card company fresh out of college. I finally started my own graphic design, illustration and web design business over 15 years ago. I don’t take on new clients, but I still help my existing clients with their graphic projects.

How did I become handy? Well, it didn’t happen overnight, that’s for sure! But, slowly by fixing things around the house and having the confidence to try new things I’ve learned how to fix, repair and build anything I put my mind to. When I was four my parents added on to our ranch house.

Growing up in a home that was constantly under construction gave me a lot of confidence and understanding about how a home was built. But, my parents were also very active in letting my sisters and I be involved in any project they were working on. My mom taught me to sew, paint and craft. And my Mom is a rockstar at using joint compound! My dad showed me how to wire an outlet when I was eight. When Handsome Guy and I bought our first home I had long ago forgotten how to do these things, but I knew that I could do it.

I wasn’t popular in high school. I was kind of a nerd, but hung out with the freaks and the long haired rockers. Which is where I met Handsome Guy.

He looked like Axl Rose to me and that’s all that mattered (at first). I still like to listen to heavy metal once in a while.

When I was younger I went skydiving. I’d love to do it again someday, but not until my kids are grown. Although, the whole family just tried indoor skydiving and we loved it! I like roller coasters, thrill rides, riding in a fast car and anything that involves speed.

AND, I love that my boys aren’t afraid to enjoy similar sports!

Handsome guy and I are snowboarders. We used to go out west every year but haven’t been since the kids were born. We do manage a yearly trip to the NC mountains to get our little guys on skis.

Our friends Dan,Tara, Handsome Guy and me at Whistler, BC.

Before we had kids, we had a rescue dog named Mocha. I used to do agility with her, but she was more in it for the treats than anything else.

I earned my orange stripe in karate many many years ago. Someday I’d love to get back into martial arts. It was a great stress reliever.

 

The present:

Do I like coffee? Do I ever! I actually wasn’t a coffee drinker until I started blogging. I’m not sure how it happened, but I found that the later I stayed up, the more caffeine I needed to wake up in the morning. (Go figure.)

What other drinks do I like? Well, I’m not a big soda drinker, I don’t drink beer. If I’m having alcohol (and this is a rarity) I prefer a white russian, Mike’s Hard Lemonade or a half a glass of wine. This year I’m trying to drink red wine more often (heart disease runs in my family.)

I love the color blue. Always have, always will.

I’m addicted to Instagram (can you tell by the photos?)

I’m a night owl, which is why I’m writing this post at 1am!

I am a belly sleeper and I love our memory foam mattress (the knock off Costco brand!) It took us 4 mattress in 5 years to finally find a mattress I love. Although we sleep on a relatively new mattress, we still sit on the sofa in our living room that was handed down to us when a family friend’s parents died. This sofa must seriously be almost as old as I am.

The Ugly Sofa slipcover hides the years of use and abuse this couch has received.

We have the deceased couple’s old dining room set too. One day I’d like to replace them, but I hate spending a lot of money on furniture. Now, show me a good power tool and I can plunk down some cash!

What scares me? I’m not really afraid of spiders. I’m not afraid of snakes. I don’t mess with copperheads, but I think little garter snakes are cute. I try to pass on a natural wonder and respect for nature to my boys. Freaking out about a spider doesn’t help that goal. I think what scares me most is the thought of losing my boys. I have a fear of them drowning. They are not the best swimmers, but we’re still working on it.

What bothers me? Rude people. I try to be a courteous and kind person to everyone I meet. Maybe this comes from being in girl scouts until my freshman year of high school.

One of my favorite pictures of me and my son drawn by him.

 I love being outside. I don’t like working out in a gym, I’d much prefer jogging, biking, or hikes with the family.

I completed three sprint triathlons. I knew better than to COMPETE, because I am a slow triathlete!

Me and my training buddy, Rebecca

My idea of a fun shopping trip happens here:

This is my constant companion, Buddy (family proclaimed mama’s boy). He’s a velcro dog and cries when I try to use the bathroom by myself. Sheesh. We adopted Buddy over a year ago.

I’m a little embarrassed by this, but Woman’s Day featured me in their current issue. So, if you happen to see it on the news stand you can pick it up and tell the cashier that you know me.

Most embarrassing moment? I was working at my first post college job and stepped off the curb wrong. I fell to my knees and my skirt flew up over my head. I had two very bloody knees and a bruised ego as I went on my first press check for the greeting card company. Thankfully my boss, and art director later became a great friend.

Okay, so I truly want to know what was your most embarrassing moment in life? Leave me a comment…please! 

Comments

  1. Great post! One of many embrassing moments I have had…5th grade ceremony for my kids…me in white jeans….ate a granola bar on the way to the ceremony. Apparently a chocolate chip fell in my lap…in my car and made it’s way onto my butt. Didn’t know it until I came BACK home after the ceremony…..so yeah…that was fun. I have many ;) but they all make great stories! Congrats on the feature in WD! I hope to be featured someday in a mag :)

  2. First I get to actually meet you in person this year and now this great post! I love getting to know you a little better. My most embarrassing moment is too embarrassing to even mention. lol! And be proud of that WD feature! You have an awesome talent and are in inspiration. You work hard and it’s well deserved! Love this post, Brittany! :)

  3. Oh and ps. LOVE the 80′s hair! lol! :)

  4. Love your post! Congratulations on being featured in Woman’s day. How proud your family must be! Keep up the great blog Pretty Handy Girl! Cheers.

  5. Hello PHG, nice to finally meet you. I’ve been following you for just a short time but am glad I did. You are a great inspiration to womenkind. Keep up the good work.

    LuAnn

  6. Brittany, I love this write up about you! What an awesome idea–you have inspired me that we should tell a little more about ourselves too! I loved learned about how you met your husband! Jon and I met in middle school & have some pretty crazy photos of us young and in love!

    Hmmm… most embarrassing moment?!?!? gah I’m a klutz so this could happen on any given day. I did run into a sliding glass door during our senior skip weekend that was pretty embarrassing!

  7. Loved this post!
    I had a crazy dream the other night. My husband and I are in the process of redoing our bedroom. In my dream someone was doing something wrong (at least by my standards!) Then you showed up to save the day because our roommate, Heather, (why my husband and I had a roommate I’ll never know!) was your sister. I said “Hey, our house will be in great shape since Brittany, the pretty handy gal, will help us out!”

    Kind of weird dream…

  8. Loved this post, Brittany! Its great getting to know you better even if its through the computer. ;)
    I’m not sure I could narrow down my most embarrassing moment. I’ve had quite a few. I’m very accident prone. So much so that my dad nicknamed me Grace when I lived under his roof! ;)

  9. Thank you for sharing this post!! As I blog, I find it hard to put my real self out there – it is much easier to be on the other side of the camera! And speaking of cameras… I have your SAME neck strap! LOVE IT!!!

  10. Brittany,

    We met at Haven and had lunch together with one of my other favorite bloggers, Roeschel. I got to find out first hand how courteous and kind you are because of how you treated me and my friend Ellen even though we aren’t bloggers. I absolutely loved this post and for heaven’s sake, don’t be embarrassed about the Woman’s Day article!! That is something to be proud of! Keep up the great posts. I’ll be “stalking” you at every chance I get! :)

    Vicki

  11. I am cracking up at Link looking like a rocker! No wonder he and James got along so well :)

    Next time we get together I will bring a pic of James when he was a long haired rocker, all our boys will have a good laugh!

    Loved this post, thanks for sharing :)

    PS I can’t think of my most embarrassing moment but when I do I will let you know!

  12. What a fun post!! There were only a few things I didn’t know about my amazing talented cousin.

    I once choked on a spicy red chili at a vegetarian Chinese restaurant, right in front of someone I admired. Then he pointed out that I had just drooled on myself. Ugh!

  13. Thank you for sharing! I have too many embarrassing moments to list but I did want to note that I am going to buy a set of the headphones like yours… I saw them at Home Depot the other day (saw them on your site first) and decided I need a set so I can rock out while building, too!!

    You are awesome!
    Cher
    Designs by Studio C

  14. Great post! You are friends with three of my favorite bloggers, Donna, Marian and Roeschel, and of course you know Mr. Goodwill Hunting, right. Love all the detail. I just can’t imagine finding your love in high school. I went to an all girl high school and barely dated. I met mine at Merrill Lynch. Don’t ever throw that sofa away. Sofas aren’t made now like they were. The wood was kiln dried, the springs and things were tied better, the pieces were fitted together better. Save it and recover it. It will give you another thirty or forty years. I’m making my junk bracelet tonight!! My husband bought two different sized washers, so I had to start again. Ann

  15. Nice to get to know you. I’ll definitely pick up that WD if I see it. I sympathize with your sister with fibro and other chronic pain issues; that’s why I don’t get out and do as much as I’d like too. Embarrassing moments, too many to count and that is one area of life I’m grateful for the forgetfulness that comes with fibromyalgia, at least for me it does.
    Janet

  16. Knew you were cool. Thanks for sharing!

  17. Congrats on your feature in Woman’s Day! My most embarrassing moment…hmmm…not sure if I have one, well that I can post here. I have learned to laugh at myself. I’m a klutz, I often trip going up stairs and smash my head into things often. Love getting to know you better!

  18. Becki Foster says:

    Really enjoy your blog! I’m sure I’ve had embarrassing moments – but I think I’ve blanked them out of my mind! Keep up the great work!

  19. I’m here for the first time today, so this is a great post to start with! Makes me want to copy you and do the same for my readers :)

    Too many embarrassing moments to count, thankfully most are forgotten due to pregnancies and never having enough sleep with three children. Or maybe that’s what “causes” the embarrassing moments?

    • Gina, ha, yes I think we have way more embarrassing moments as mothers and so we learn to just get over it and not be so embarrassed! Nice to meet you and I hope you do write a post about yourself. And when you do, let me know (because I’m very bad about reading other blogs lately ;-(.

  20. I SO LOVE THIS POST!!!!

    I’ve been reading your blog forever, but now I feel like we are BFF and I know all your secrets…..thanks for posting!

  21. JolieAnne says:

    I have been following your blog for a short time, I learn so much.
    My husband is not handy! He would rather pay to have the work done
    right, I am ok with that but I wish I had married a carpenter/a/k/a a handy man!
    I love to create things but I have to stop when it comes to using power tools! My husband
    wants me to learn how to use them first, smart-but he can’t teach me.
    I love your garage and I was surprised when I saw you in the WD magazine.
    Thanks for sharing!

  22. As if we didn’t already love you…You are just more adorable than ever now! Nice to learn more about you.

  23. Thanks for sharing – so awesome to learn a bit more about you.

  24. That was fun, I laughed when you shared about your sleeping position, now, we must be best friends. I still haven’t tried using a circular saw, but when I do, I will let you know. You remind me that I can do those new things, everything just has a learning curve.
    Since so many people haven’t shared embarrassing things, I will share two: I worked at a very modern bank in downtown New Haven. All the sides were made of glass and the corners held the stairs and elevators. The bathrooms were on the third floor. So up I go and come back down, with my skirt tucked in my panty hose. I think the poor doorman was more embarrassed telling about it than I was, thankfully, I was young and in great shape, so if I looked silly, at least I looked good.
    The second embarrassing time was going to a boyfriend’s house for the first time. We were young enough that we had to get picked up at school. I had my books against my chest and was getting out of the back seat and my feet got tangled in my wide bell bottoms and I fell out of the car! At dinner, while cutting my steak, I shot peas across the tablecloth. Luckily, that guy liked my A LOT and I don’t think he ever cared.
    This was fun, you always have such a positive vibe here on your blog, you just made it more enjoyable. Love your bird poo tee, by the way.

    • Sue, thanks for your sweet words. Oh my goodness, I love your embarrassing moments. The night after our wedding we went to a bar in Alexandria, VA and were upstairs. There was a hole with big glass windows looking down to the first floor. It wasn’t until later that I realized that as I stood near the edge anyone looking up from downstairs could see up my dress. Thanks for reminding me of that ;-D

  25. LOVE getting to know you better! you are such an inspiration!

    embarrassing moment….hmmm….lots of little ones, but nothing significant. i hate to even say that…because NOW it’s bound to happen! right?

  26. I loved this Post, Brittany. I have been following you for a long time and I love your posts and I LOVE YOU. Your post made me love you even more. BFF.

    My most embarrassing moment happened in Church, right after the Sacrament hymn was sung and the young men were blessing the Sacrament. Here is how it happened:

    We had a new band teacher in town, and he had moved to our Ward (our congregation) boundaries, so he came to Church for the first time. Since his wife hadn’t moved in yet, I welcomed him to sit with our family on our bench. I sat at one end, my hubby on the other with our six children in between us, so we could keep them in line.

    It happened that day that the man who was asked to say the prayer was sitting in the front with the Bishopric. He had a very loud singing voice and had his own idea of what key to sing in and at what tempo. The poor song leader was trying in vain to direct the congregation, and the organist looked totally confused as we all tried to sing along, but the loud man in the front had the upper hand.

    When the song was over, and we were bowing our heads for the prayer, I glanced at the new Band Teacher to see how a musical person reacted to this non-musical moment, and got such a surprised, funny look from him, I couldn’t help but giggle. I put my hand over my mouth to stifle the giggle. But I made the mistake of looking up during the prayer to see his shoulders shaking as he was trying to control his laughter. This made it worse. I felt like I was back in Jr. High trying to control my laughter and not being able to.
    I had my hand over my mouth, but forgot to plug my nose as well, and I snorted.
    I SNORTED!!!
    Right in the middle of the prayer! The chapel was so silent in that chapel, you could have heard a pin drop. And I snorted! Not a small snort either, no, my hubby told me later he thought someone was ripping plywood on our end of the bench. This snort echoed off the rafters.

    It was the first time in my life I literally wanted the floor to open up and swallow me. I could have died. My hubby looked up to see what had happened, which made it all the worse. My snort made the Band Teacher laugh all the more, but it really sobered me up.

    That was 15 years ago, but I still blush thinking of that moment that felt like an hour. I guess I will never grow up.
    ~a

  27. Brittany,
    Hey, Just joined your blog today and loved reading about you. Right at the first, I knew that we would get along just great~I’m a total chocoholic but it has to be dark chocolate, don’t care for the milk chocolate at all. I have at least a little everyday.
    Most embarrassing moment, not sure that I have just one. I’ve read some of the other replies and I’ve done just about all…walked into glass walls thinking nothing was there, had to drop of chocolate on my pants after eating a candy bar in the vehicle and run looking like I have dooty on the booty, put my entire face on, then go out in public and have a friend as me “What’s wrong with you eyelashes”? only to find out I never even put the mascara on. If you know me, I don’t go anywhere~not even the mailbox without that. And it’s really hard not to forget the time my hubby and I were in the grocery store shopping and I just about yelled to him half-way down the aisle to come look at the BIG CHICKEN only to find out it was a Turkey.Yea, people were giving me the look. :0/ I have plenty so to narrow it down is just too hard.
    Love your blog so far and learning so much about you, can’t wait to check it out some more. Also congrats on the Woman’s Day feature!!! Come on over to my house~we can eat dark chocolate together. (big grin)

    • Jana, what an invite! You know the way to my heart by inviting me over for dark chocolate! Have you ever drank coffee and then popped some chocolate in your mouth. Mmmmmm. I love your story about the Big Chicken. LOL! It is so good to be able to laugh at yourself. And shrug off our mistakes. Thanks for taking the time to comment.

  28. Love this post! So my questions: What two other businesses do you run (graphic design and what else) and also, how in the world do you fit it all in with two young boys? (I only have !) Do you sleep? I’d love to do so much more than I am, but trying to figure out a better schedule….obviuosly I need one, but I need my 9 hours of sleep at night too…

    • Laura, yup, I don’t sleep ;-). Well, I do, but not nearly enough. Typically I’m up until midnight and then awake by 6:30am to get the kids ready for school. I am not the type that can sit still. I ALWAYS have to be working on something. When I used to go to the inlaws for Thanksgiving I’d beg for something to do to help. Like fix a broken door knob or whatever. My other business is an online store selling baby items. I started it when my boys were babies. The third business is the blog. It is truly my passion and I started it as a hobby, but it has turned into a business now that I have advertisers and work with brands. I have vowed not to let the $ change my focus though. It truly is to empower you and others to be able to complete their own project. the $ just allows me to keep blogging instead of going to work while the kids are in school. One more thing, my boys are REALLY good at entertaining themselves. I worked on that skill with them from a young age.

  29. Hi Brittany. This was the best get-to-know-you post ever. Love that you put in the prom photo AND your most embarrassing moment. Priceless.

    I am looking forward to the Southern Blogger’s conference. I wasn’t able to go to Haven (I literally cried), but since I live 30 miles from this one, I will be coming. I just found out about it today. Don’t know how it took me this long.

    I admire your skill set. I am a bit of a princess so I am lucky to have a Really Handy Hubby. He learned his role in this marriage a long time ago. If it’s broken, he needs to fix it. If it needs sanding, I will go buy him whatever sander he requires. I know my role, too! I do like to paint, though. Making things pretty is my thing. Once he does the sanding and the cleaning and pours the paint in the little container thingy for me, that is. ;-)

    Jenny

  30. Hi Brittany, I stumbled on your blog while I was looking for help on spray painting an old fixture..I feel like I already know you!

    take care.

  31. Hi Brittany,
    Just discovered your fun & instructive blog and website today — being a total klutz when it comes to DIY or renovating a home — I’m trying to overcome my phobia of taking on projects myself to save money as well. I’m filled with creative ideas but they often just stay inside my head.
    My most embarrassing moments? Too many to mention – but the famous one is when I was 14 years old – I went out with a friend to TGIF restaurant. After we ate, she wanted to play a videogame at the end of the front hallway tucked in the corner. I said fine and would wait near the front entrance area. 5 minutes ended up turning into half hour — people came and went – many sat at the bench facing me waiting for their tables. Hostess behind the stand would call out their names. Bored out of my mind with impatience, I shouted for Rose to hurry up. She yelled back, “Wait!!! I’m winning!” Scowling by now, another 5 minutes passed and now I’m livid. I yanked the front entrance door open and yelled at the top of my lungs “Rose, let’s go home! Hurry up!” Rose yelled back to wait again.
    Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the customers sitting on the bench snickering and smiling – I ignored them. All of the sudden I heard a male’s voice clearing his throat, I turned my head to the left and saw a man standing with his arms folded – leaning against the bathroom stall. Horrified, I stepped back and examined the door – I just realized I had opened the men’s bathroom door instead of the entrance door! The man and the customers on the bench, the hostess all roared with laughter when I realized what happened. I ran out as fast as I could.

    Thanks for sharing your blog!

  32. Heather says:

    Brittany,
    I just discovered your blog yesterday while investigating glazing techniques. I returned today to show my husband, and I’ve really enjoyed your tips and tricks. I’m very much looking forward to my first upcycled table.
    On this topic, though, I had to reply regarding two things we have in common: first, our love of dark chocolate, and second, our embarrassing moment. My most embarrassing moment also involved a skirt blowing over my head. While there was no blood, it was equally painful since it took place at a football game, in the stands, on my first date with my husband. It was 1990, so the skirt was long and full, and the hem rose easily to eye-level. My husband was supposed to be standing at attention at the time of the wind gust, so watching him try to keep a straight face only prolonged my agony. Nothing like flashing a boy on the first date to get that awkwardness out of the way!
    Anyway, I’m enjoying getting to “know” you and your style, so I guess I’d better subscribe. Lookin forward to reading more! :-)

  33. This was such a fun post Brittany & interesting to read all about you! I’m definitely going to get that Woman’s Day mag with you in it & CONGRATS!!! Never be embarrassed by all your hard earned accomplishments! Most embarrassing moment was probably today when I posted a video on facebook about my ALS ice bucket challenge! Love all the photos of your past, such fun! Thanks for sharing your life with us!

  34. As a subscriber of long standing, I feel I’ve come to know you somewhat well through your blog. I don’t have much time to comment on blogs anymore as my crafting takes up so much of my time and reading blogs are on the sly. Please don’t tell my crafter side I’m doing this right now as she will get on to me for loafing when a birthday project is waiting to be completed. May I say one of my favorite, and I have many, is the post of you in your safety gear for working on your projects. I remember commenting about you being on the runway as a model in your finery and was sincere. Later I was embarrassed thinking you may be offended by that. Sometimes we don’t know how the rest of the world perceives us and a complement sometimes feels odd as i myself have experienced. You have the most admirable DIY skills of any woman I know. In my younger days, I was the handy woman in the family. After a automobile wreck which disabled me I was no longer able to do things I used to do. Turning to crafting became my outlet. Blogging is something I tried but can’t seem to keep up with posting on mine and that is another embarrassment. May I say you’re looking in tip top shape and the makeup enhances your natural beauty. Women all over the world can learn so much through reading your blog and following your tutorials on any DIY project. If there was a handy woman of the year award you would be the one to receive it. Thank You for the years of reading enjoyment and memories evoked by many of your projects and posts. Best wishes on your DIY PHG journey.

  35. That happened to me at work, although the chocolate was from a chocolate Crunch bar, and I had walked all through the office. I noticed the melted chocolate on my chair and thought crap… Yep, it was on my butt too!

    And thank you Brittany for sharing! :0)

  36. Some how when I selected reply to Tracie, it showed up at the bottom, so someone be like “what does she mean by…”
    That happened to me at work, although the chocolate was from a chocolate Crunch bar, and I had walked all through the office. I noticed the melted chocolate on my chair and thought crap… Yep, it was on my butt too!

    And thank you Brittany for sharing! :0) And CONGRATS on the Woman’s Day! I’ll be looking for it.

  37. great post. thank you it was quite nice meeting you…

    my most embarrassing moments are being unable to get my tongue and brain coordinated and then after meeting someone thinking of all the things I would have liked to talk about.

    sometimes I think I take the old reminder that one has two eyes, ears and ONE mouth too seriously

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