More Estrogen Please

Last night was Girl's Night Out. I have been so testosterone surrounded at home (even the dog is a boy!) and lonely with the hay season keeping The Prairie Daddy out so much that this was good medicine for my soul. We hired babysitters and left our kiddos and menfolk and here we are all happy to be soon getting in our cars and heading off into the wild blue yonder...or driving to town.

Two of the crew weren't in this first pic but met up with us later.

We went out for dinner and had a great time talking like only a group of adult-starved moms know how to do. And then it was time to head to Rockstar Cowgirl.

Now you need to imagine 8 women walking into a bead shop to make jewelry...it was like kids in a candy store. "Ooooh, ahhhh, I like this. I want that. Don't tell my husband." It was bliss.

We "saddled up" our bar stools and went to town. Actually, I should say they went to town...I was the simple, plain jane of the bunch by far! You'll have to wait until the end to see my creation.

It takes awhile to decide on a color scheme, beads, etc. There was lots of meandering around staring at walls...bead covered walls.

And then it was off to work...

Okay, I need to you take a deep breath...brace yourself on something so that my wild colors and bold design don't knock you over...
Yep, white. I chose white. And the black beads on my board are not for the creation I made, they are the bracelet I was already wearing that night. Oh, and I didn't even make a necklace...I just made a bracelet and two pair of earrings...all in white. I know, I know, I am so exciting!

What was really exciting was when one of my friends accidentally spilled her gorgeous creation off two strands of necklace wire and the beads danced furiously across the floor...and then many rushed to help rescue the scattered art...

...and then she had to start all over. : (

But we did get a picture in all of our new creations that were covered with estrogen and love.

Here are my final creations...

It was a great night and such a break from a preschool-filled (and now sometimes high school-filled) testerone dominant, Prairie Daddy-deprived home. I am so blessed by my boys but girls, when can we do it again?