Wednesday, December 16, 2009

brooch

How freakin' cool are these wooden embroidered brooches by noshii? I think I need one in every color. I could always risk a few digits and attempt to make one myself... But, for $25 a pop, I can afford to save the skill saw art for the pros and stick to using my digits for what they do best- opening wine bottles and ordering online.


via double takes

Saturday, December 12, 2009

Weekends with the family

Street Fighter IV. Puppy farts. Mimosas. Flipping through wedding photos. Making soup. Complaining about the loud neighbors next door.

I feel so old, and boring. And content.


*Note the owl portrait in the background, c/o Blissful Images. My fav.

Monday, November 30, 2009

If my husband had a missed connection for me...

It would go a little like this. Minus the hipster chick, sub train for tattered old wine-stained couch.

Just curl up in the snuggie and blame the dog.


Art by Sophie Blackall

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Happiness is a warm snuggie

This year some co-workers and I are making our own snuggies and attending the office Halloween Party/Costume Contest. We mulled over names, attempting to find one that would offend the least amount of people. They would say, "Oh, cool snuggie. So what are you supposed to be anyways?'

Insert answer: Middle Aged White People. Couch Potatoes. A Band of Snuggie Bandits. Mentally Handicapped. The options are endless.

Me- I'm just looking for a reason to own a snuggie without looking like a complete tool. It's so much easier to answer your front door wrapped in a piece of cheetah print fleece when you're just being sustainable as opposed to creepy. Also, a "Snuggie Bandit" is much more exciting than my usual Halloween garb of normal work clothes, in which I explain to skeptical onlookers that I am a starving college student/sociopath. Duh.

Suddenly sexy vampires and naughty nurses seem totally lame. Snuggies for the win. Halloween 2009.

Right?


Image from here

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Monday, October 12, 2009

4-0-whatthehellwasithinking?


There's something about this weather that's killing my skin. The cold, the wind, getting too drunk with friends and forgetting to wash my makeup off at night. One will never know for sure.

As I inspected my pores in the mirror this morning, I was reminded of an incident that took place in the weeks leading up to the wedding. Maybe it was stress. Maybe it was the potato chip diet. All I know is that in the throes of wedding planning my face began breaking out like crazy. A bride-to-be's worst nightmare. I moaned. I cried. I went to work and tortured my office companions with my angst.

Was it a practical joke? Some innocent advice? One of my co-workers casually mentioned that a little Windex on my zits would do the trick (keep in mind, I've never seen My Big Fat Greek Wedding).

I rush home and rummage under my kitchen sink. Drats. No effing Windex. But, ahaha! 409 multi-surface cleaner. That's, like, the same thing, right?

No. It's not.

To sum it up, I coat my face in 409 multi-surface cleaner, My skin puffs up like something from a bad Cher movie, and Nick scoffs at my stupidity making comments like, "Why would you put something that you use to clean toilets on your face?"

That's a good question.

Sometimes weddings just make girls do crazy things.


Image from here

Monday, October 5, 2009

ostrich love

You know how much I love short wedding dresses. And things that I'm sure my overly curvaceous hips could never pull off.

Check out this ostrich feather adorned dress by Sue Wong. Almost pretty enough to make me throw a second wedding (with Nick again, of course).

And here's the best part- it's under $600.

Thursday, October 1, 2009

pinch me

We just scored an immaculate angela adams area rug off craigslist for $70 delivered. Say what?

The woman showed up to drop it off sporting a crisp a-line bob, dewy cheekbones, and a brimming glass of white wine resting nimbly on her fingertips (in a stemless flute, I might add). A woman after my own heart.

I'm just waiting for her to wake up sober tomorrow morning and realize what she did. In the meantime, I have a rug to go rub my face all over.

Monday, September 28, 2009

My husband stopped reading my blog

He says it's because I don't post anymore.

It's not that I don't have things to say. I'm just having temporary writer's block. I'll be back soon. I promise.


Image from ffffound!

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Things I've been lusting after lately

Chic dog ensembles by Beantown Handmade

Colorful pillows from Olive

Melissa shoes

Wood coasters

And gallons of homemade Sangria, of course.

Saturday, September 5, 2009

flapper wedding

If I were getting married again, I would definitely do it in this vintage flapper gown from Etsy. Body hugging. Champagne lace. Under $300. *sigh*

And of course I would pair it with this.

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Don't get me wrong

I loved our photographer, but my favorite shots will always be the ones taken by family.

Sunday, August 30, 2009

feast & frolic

Remember Meesha who created all of the beautiful paper flowers for her November wedding?
She recently opened her own Etsy shop that's full of custom arrangements. Even peonies! ♥

My favorite is the Cheerful Colors Bouquet (and not just because she's using our wedding napkins in the photo shoot).

I would totally commission her to make a paper wisteria for my apartment if I didn't think my cats would turn it into a jungle gym.

Saturday, August 29, 2009

Honeymoon

Hiking along the windy coast. Evenings in front of a fire. Eco-friendly Inn. Breakfast elves tapping on the door in the wee hours of the morn'. Post-fire-making splinter removal. How much organic bath gel does it take to make bubbles seep through the open windows? Kissing on the cliff. Peeing in the woods. More bath gel.

The only thing better than gallivanting nude in the privacy of your own room: gallivanting nude in the common areas of a B&B while sucking on complementary red vines from the mini bar.

Red Vines.

Champagne.

Streaking.

Love.

Sunday, August 23, 2009

Lazy Sunday

Homemade Sangria. The smell of clean towels. Rice crackers. Naps. More Sangria.

My favorite day of the week.

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Lately

I've been feeling very housewife-y these past few weeks. We finally moved into our new place. Boxes are (mostly) unpacked. New puppy. New neighborhood. New patio foliage to kill. I find myself spending hours talking in baby voices to The Zeld, inspecting spots on the carpet, and producing culinary experiments out of oversized zucchini.

The older I get, the less I know what it is that I want to be when I grow up. I've changed my mind so many times, now when people ask me when I'll be done with school I tell them never. I'm teetering on the brink of professional student and professional underachiever. Independent Filmmaker. Social Worker. Law Student. Starving Novelist. Not-so Starving Humor Writer. I could fill pages with this stuff.

I want a house with brightly painted walls. A garden. My good kitchen knives. The ability the thread my sewing machine. An unlimited supply of wine. HBO. My husband. My dog.

I could totally pull-off the whole puppy pee coated, 11 am Martini making, crazy-haired housewife thing.

photo from the flickr commons

Monday, August 10, 2009

Crazy Bride, Goofy Groom


Photos by you know who

Thursday, August 6, 2009

Details


Photos by Joey Bloom