Tuesday, April 26, 2011


Eighteen hours of flying and I'm back in the States!  Along with a pile of socks I purchased from Topshop and a pair of high-waisted jean shorts, I've returned with some wicked jet lag and a bit of a cold.  There's always a price to pay when you're enjoying yourself too much :)
I'm still working on the (GIANT) blog post filled with photographs from the trip, but expect it to be up on the blog soon!  Until then, here're a few of my favorites.  

Sunday, April 17, 2011


I'm in London!!  

And I've decided to make it my mission to incorporate some of the ultra cool jargon I've heard since I've been here into my everyday speech.  I'll now be replacing the word "bus" for "coach," "trash" for "rubbish," and "guy" for "bloke," among others.  

You should also be happy to know that I've been snapping pictures nonstop, despite how inappropriate it may be at times.  I can't wait to post them!!

Krista and I must now get ready for a giant crafting party tonight.  It promises to be an "arty party without the arty farties."  Sounds perfect. :)

Sunday, April 10, 2011


On Her:
Dress: Target
Cardigan: Inherited from Grandfather
Purse: Flea market
Socks: J. Crew
Wedges: Target

On Him: 
Cardigan: J. Crew
Sport Coat: Was his father's when he was Colin's age
Bow tie: Thrifted
Pants: J. Crew
Shoes: J. Crew

Last night Colin and I dressed up and went to this adorable little steak house that a bartender we had befriended had recommended.  It was built in the sixties and hasn't seemed to have left the era since; the whole place was wood paneled and filled with art deco chandeliers.  We sat at a giant comfy booth in the back and could faintly hear the pianist playing in the front of the restaurant; it was so cozy!  

To fully understand the greatness of this beef inn, I should mention that we were the youngest people there.  Almost all of the other patrons had white hair and hearing aides and tables they called their own.  We sat across from a table of two men, both with ballooning bellies, one of which spent much of the evening raving about the meal and prided himself on frequenting such a "fine establishment."  (The food, I should add, isn't especially tasty; I did choose a delicious side of mashed potatoes but found it a little disconcerting that every time I swiped a spoonful a pool of butter would magically appear in its place.)  The atmosphere was worth the... hundreds? thousands?... of calories consumed, and we'll definitely be going back soon (if not for dinner, for drinks and entertainment)!

(photos taken with my phone, so please excuse the poor quality!)

We discovered an exotic dog park island on Saturday that is so reminiscent of the Pushing Daisies opener.  Isn't it beautiful??  Pearl loves bounding through the rolling fields of daisies and taking dips in the ocean; Mabes, on the other hand, has to be coaxed through the winding paths-- she's a very cowardly dog.  This was our first experience off-leash enclosure free, and we were amazed at how well behaved the girls were!  Mabel made sure to stop and check to see if we were walking behind her every yard or so, and Pearl would halt after chasing other dogs full speed to return to us when we called.  They've come so far with the help of their training class!

A funny aside: In order to get from the fields to the beach, you have to climb down a pretty steep hill.  Mabel got a little too excited when she first caught sight of the water and bounded towards it in a whim and ended up barrel-rolling down the hill.  When she finally popped back up, she was covered in fountain grass.  Needless to say, she was much more careful scaling up and down those hills!

[I bought these lilies last weekend and they're still thriving!  Our whole apartment smells of sweet perfume, thanks to them.]

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Saturday, April 2, 2011

My Own

As I nonchalantly divulged one of my many eccentricities while responding to a lovely reader's comment, I realized that I've got quite a few habits that I'm sure would make for entertaining material.

1.  Spice-induced hiccups.  I've inherited this funny little trait from my dad.  If the spicy factor of a food exceeds a certain threshold, I'll hiccup until my body recovers from the trauma.  Colin loves making fun of me for this.  

2.  Taco Bell's mild hot sauce packets as a food group.  I should really consider investing in TB's sauce packet stock.  Every time I drive thru America's favorite fast food joint (okay, maybe not completely true) I make sure to ask for EXTRA mild sauce.  And I'm not ashamed to harass whomever may be ordering on my behalf until I've got those golden little packets in my hands.  Not only are they key to softening up a dry batch of pintos and cheese, but they also make for delicious little snacks in-between meals.  And no amount of hiccups will ever keep me from indulging in this delectable pastime.  Just rip, sip, and enjoy the trip to Flavor Town.

3.  Cuticle shredding as a coping mechanism.  I have a tendency to take anxieties out on my cuticles.  It's a problem.  No matter how many times I vow to kick the habit, I can't quite get over it.  Know that if ever I start going at them mid-conversation, it's probably not a good sign...

4.  Caffeine as a dangerous stimulant.  I recently bought a giant pack of decaffeinated English Breakfast tea that Colin immediately laughed at upon seeing.  He doesn't see the point in buying (or consuming, for that matter) anything robbed of the caffeine it's meant to have.  How quickly he forgets the neurotic beast I become after downing a cup of coffee.

5.  Extreme forgetfulness.  It's not uncommon for me to forget entire conversations that have happened only a couple days ago.  Colin will joke about this tendency nonchalantly, but I almost always take offense.  Is it possible to develop Alzheimer's-like traits in your twenties?  [Note: this is an ENTIRELY hypothetical question.  Quite frankly, I don't wish to hear the answer!]

6.  At least nine hours of sleep to function.  I  used to joke that I was "sleep-sensitive" in high school.  I'd wrap phone calls up with friends on the weekdays around nine at night to prepare for bed as I was sure to suffer terrible consequences the next day without at least nine hours of sleep the night before (think Ellana-after-coffee, but to a lesser degree).  Even now, without a full night's sleep I'll spend the entire following day in a lethargic haze.  

7.  Sunburn delusions.  According to Colin, I never burn.  I was conferred the ability to tolerate the sun more easily after joining the high school dive team my junior year.  There have been many instances, however, where I'll come back from the beach thinking I've been sunburned when Colin adamantly believes otherwise.  Perhaps I'm crazy.  Either way, I'll never refrain from applying spf 30 when I know I'll be exposed to the sun.

8.  Counting with my fingers.  Ain't no shame in that.

9.  Fear of falling asleep at the wheel.  I blame my parents for this.  I end up freaking out most road trips I take on alone anyway so the endorphins pretty much reverse any lethargy worth fretting over.  Alanis Morissette does the trick, too.

So there it is.  The freak show that is Me.  And I wouldn't have it any other way.

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