Saturday, November 29, 2008
Because coffee on-the-go doesn't have to be wasteful.
Found in ELLE and sold at the MoMA Store.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Does it make me a complete turd that I've been planning my own bachelorette party for a while now? I know I'm supposed to leave this up to my friends... but friends, if you're reading this, please try cramming all of these things into one booze filled evening:
- A stiff Gargoyle at North 45
- $4 steak at Acrop
- Fishbowl margarita(s) at The Gold
- A romp in some leaves (I know that it will be Spring and we may have to substitute for somebody's well manicured flowerbed instead)
- Happy Meals on West Burnside
- Nostril waxing at Blooming Moon
-A Bart Simpson inspired prank call to somebody
All while sporting the coolest fake handlebar mustaches we can find. Image from here
That's all for now.
Thank you The City Sage for summing this up so eloquently. I couldn't agree with your more.
Now, for that Pumpkin Bread Pudding, leftovers can be shipped to...
Image from here
Monday, November 24, 2008
One can never be too safe.Image from here
If anyone (be it bum, murderer, or rapist) so much as looked in my direction, I was to give them the best old-fashioned beat-down of their life. And I kid you not- my parents were dead serious.
Of course I never actually carried this thing around with me outside (I have no fear of NW Portland after dark). Instead it found itself snuggled carefully between my nightstand and bed. You know, in case the power goes out (or said bum, murderer, rapist breaks into our apartment and needs a good beat-down).
The other night I knocked the Mag-Lite over while fishing for my copy of 'Martha Stewart Weddings' under the bed. The walls in our room echoed with a loud Cling! as it hit the hardwood floors. Nick was startled from his sleep.
"What the Hell are you doing?" he muttered as I quickly shut off the lights and clicked the Mag-Lite on. I waved it around on our ceiling for a few minutes then tried my hand at shadow puppets. Image from here
"Amanda," he shrieked. "Amanda! I have to wake up for work in a couple hours. Knock it off!"
I chuckled and made a bunny, then a dog, and finished up with the best ostrich you could imagine (sound effects included). Nick sighed in protest. He sat up in bed in an attempt to outdo me with shadow puppet genius. We giggled then teased. insults were thrown and competition was high. A laser light show was attempted while Nick belted out his best Jimi Hendrix impersonation.
This continued on until our cats grew scared and hid under the bed and the beam of the Mag-Lite flickered out of life.
Nick and I will forever be kids.
Mag-Lite, you rock.
Friday, November 21, 2008
But instead of printing "to" and "from" on the bags, use the lovely favor tags we're ordering from Things are better with a parrott (they match our invitations!) and some bright colored ribbon.
If this is any sign of things to come then the rest of our wedding planning should go off without a hitch!
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
P.S. I think I might be taking this whole FAIL Blog thing a bit too far. At work today the photocopier broke. Upon discovering this I quickly scribbled "Maintenance FAIL" on a sticky note, slapped it on the downed machine, and ran off snickering. Needless to say, my co-workers were not amused.
Monday, November 17, 2008
"Umm... what are you doing?"
"What do you mean what am I doing? These things are made of corn. I'm pretty sure these are the ones you can eat!"
"It's packing material Amanda. You can't eat that stuff. It's filthy."
"Yeah. Sure. Whatever..." I muttered while picking out the biggest one I could find and shoving it into my mouth. I slowly chewed and a grin spread across my face. "These things are really good!"
"Jesus," he shrieked. "Jesus! Spit that out now! You're going to poison yourself!"
I reluctantly spit it out then snuck a few to the cats before depositing them into the trash.
This reminds me of the time we were hiking in the woods and he freaked out when he caught me shoving handfuls of these little red berries into my mouth. Spit those out now! You're going to poison yourself! I told him they were huckleberries. Apparently huckleberries are blue?
He was convinced I was going to die painfully and slow. The hypochondriac in me started to believe it.
Pffft!Red Huckleberry photo from Wikipedia.
What was that? There is no such thing as a Red Huckleberry?
P.S. biodegradable packing material tastes like rice cakes- but with a little more kick.
Saturday, November 15, 2008
I've been eyeing it for a couple weeks now but finally caved last night after enjoying a few whiskey sours with Knickers.
Some people drunk dial. I drunk shop.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
I found a recipe online for some yummy looking Champagne Cosmos that I'm going to whip up for us to enjoy while getting ready. Ingredients:
1 1/4 cups Cointreau or Grand Marnier
1 1/4 cups cranberry juice cocktail
1/2 cup plus 2 tablespoons fresh lime juice
3 tablespoons superfine granulated sugar
4 cups chilled Champagne or other sparkling wine
For directions and the recipe go here.
To find out how good they actually taste, check back in a week or two for some bachelorette photos. If there's one of me lying in a pile of leaves on the sidewalk you'll know they were great.
Photo from Epicurious
Blankets by Portland author Craig Thompson (while you're at it, you should also check out his other book Good-bye, Chunky Rice).
Both memoirs. Both easily the best books I've touched all year (and maybe even the year before that, and the year before that...)
I cried like a baby. You will too.
Photos from Wikipedia
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Rene Caovilla Pumps via Bluefly
Nine West Lilyallen pumps via Zappos $68
ORJ Crew Juliet heels $215
Adorned with a pair of vintage shoe clips to make them one-of-a-kind:
Clips found via Ebay
I will be sure to share pictures of the final product!
Image from here
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Me sans the microwave (and surprisingly enough sans makeup) a few years back:
Nick-Knack and I the other summer after a few (too many) trips to the bed:I look a little burnt- but you get the picture.
Should tanning beds be left for sorority girls and men who drive Corvette's?
Could the bed give my skin an extra little pick-me-up for the big day?
Should I be flogged for publicly admitting the thought of tanning ever crossed my pasty Portland lovin' mind?
I'll let you decide.
Thursday, November 6, 2008
I'm thinking of something similar to this. Colorful ribbon. Wooden clothespins. Photos.
It's going to be great.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Monday, November 3, 2008
He wears these things around our apartment like they're the only piece of clothing he owns. Watching t.v.: what the deuce? Playing computer games: what the deuce? Take out the trash: what the deuce?
"I hate those pajamas."
"What? Why? They're comfortable!"
"I'm going to burn them when you're not home."
"I'm not bluffing."
I don't bluff.
Saturday, November 1, 2008
If I didn't think it would be a bit overkill paired with my Twigs & Honey hair piece and the custom bolero she's making me, I would get this in a heartbeat!