Cardigans, Bangs, and 'The Weekend Dress'

These are a few of my adult safety blankets.

Cardigans
Cardigans are the cross eyed shelter puppies of my shopping experience. I just can't say no. Their buttons twinkling, giving me snugly arms, and there is something in the way they slouch on their hangers that I know we will love each other forever and ever. And we do, we do because any time I feel a little meh about going out or, indeed, going to work I pull on a trusty cardigan and remember it will be ok.

Bangs
The first thing I do in the morning is brush my hair. I then look in the mirror to determine what kind of day I'm going to have. If my bangs are winged out 8 ways to Sunday, it's pretty much going to be like every other day. BUT - if they are lying straight, smooth and are cradling my forehead like it's a precious babe, well then, THEN I'm going to have an awesome day.

'The Weekend Dress'
You know what gets me pumped up about a weekend? 48 hours of free time? NUUHH-OOOOO!! No, no, no. It's wearing The Weekend Dress! The Weekend Dress is gray cotton skinny strap dress from J.Crew and is so comfortable I want to wear it everyday. And I totally did when I first got it, but have now decided to designate it to a weekend uniform. The Weekend Dress shops with me, cooks and cleans with me, naps with me, and occasionally takes me out for a drink afterward. Incidentally, The Weekend Dress goes great with cardigans.

I hit a hole in one...it's pretty much down hill from here

There is hardly anyone in the office today and the humidity has made my bangs do something that might be described as adorable on an 8 year old, but makes me look like I don't own a brush. So! How about a post?

This week has been strange! No house projects! No impending trips to the suburbs or elsewhere! Monday night found the two of us in Wrigleyville (generally a BARF statement) having a beer at a bar with a fantastic beer list when a movie that could be described as both "Brazilian" and "Adult" was broadcast for the entire bar. It was a unique situation.

I would like to mention that I did, in fact, hit a hole in one this past Saturday, thus solidifying my seat in the house of awesome. I've been riding on that feeling all week.

I started my morning, as I start so many mornings, with coffee and the latest antics of one Miss Meghan McBlogger. And her post inspired me to create my own of list of my interests beyond the obvious of travelling, spending time with friends and family, scrabble, etc.

-Cooking. I know this is a standard one, but I feel like I get to list it because I think I love it that much more than normal people. I'm also starting to get obsessed with entertaining. I like to refer to myself as Disciple of Martha. A Martha Steward, if you will.

-Eating frozen yogurt. I've created my own "find frozen yogurt app" by always having "frozen yogurt" typed into the search bar on maps.

-Naming future pets. Someday Beaujolais the Fresian, Rooster the Labradoodle, and myself will romp in the surf while enjoying a glorious sunset...someday. Stratocatter and Gatsby the kitties may be closer to reality than you think...

-Making lists...like this one.

-Converting my inner monologue to French. It is the only way I have to practice, ok.

-Finding people who look like Harry Potter characters...the ones in my head, not the ones in the movie.

-Fantasizing about gilded rooster products, and looking for them on etsy. No, gilded rooster, is not a brand. I just love a rooster tricked out in gold. I have one camping out on my fridge. AND I am going to put a golden rooster silhouette ON MY WEDDING INVITES. Shabby chic en francais. You'll think it is a good idea once you try my oyster/bloodymary shooters.

-Planning my wedding - see above.

-Naming my future brewery. I like naming things in general. Once during a trip Up North there were a great deal of ladybugs that went by the wayside (in the lake) and I spent the better part of a day rescuing and naming each and everyone.

-Crafting. The Holy Art of M.Stewart. As of late (late, late because I have crafted in a painfully long time) stamp carving and gliding things in glitter. Martha Stewart glitter. I have the collection. Sometimes I pull it out just to be dazzled by it.

-Singing Andrew Bird songs, "ain't that a shame" by Fats Domino, and Les Miserables.

-Practicing my Beyonce moves.

-Bathing with the window open.

-Sultry heat and blistering cold. Makes me feel...alive.

-Critizing almost everything. With Joe of course.

-Clean and well designed public restrooms.

wrap.

We've reclaimed the dining room.

....al...most....there....

TA-DONE!!

Baby's first party!