party in my pants

I'm a little late to this party, but I've been vying for a pair of colored jeans for a while now. They are just so darn cute on everybody else. So I made some. There. Done. Mission accomplished. Though, now I find myself wanting more. I may have started down a road I am not prepared for, as an obsession has definitely taken root. Violet. Yellow. Pastel Green. Lilac. Cobalt. I could keep going. Oh pretty colored jeans...I have a wonderful place for you to live and be loved. Right in my closet.

When I showed Boyfriend my new improved pants (who loved them almost as much as I do...ok not quite that much, but he did like them), I started babbling about how many pairs of colored jeans I wanted and how fun it would be to dye several pair and began rattling of the shades I was lusting for. I was immediately met with a blank stare and two simple questions, "So, you're going to buy a bunch of white jeans so you can dye them? Why don't you just buy colored jeans?" Hmmmm....good point Boyfriend.

Why don't we explore some options.

found here.

found here.

found here.

and these. and these. and these. and these.

Can't. Get. Enough.

sweet little chicken monkey

I'm in love. In love with a younger man. Shocking confession, I know, but I just can't resist his chubby little cheeks and sweet juicy little lips. Part of my heart now lives with him, 800 miles away. Oh my sweet little buby, your aunt sure does love you.

PS: Don't worry if the title makes no sense to you...it probably wouldn't unless you were in the room with my sister and I as we laughed hysterically at our delirious baby nickname ramblings.

kitchen reveal...sort of

Sometimes I think I may be part bear-I can hibernate with the best of them. (My recent months of blogging-or lack thereof-should provide you with evidence of that fact.) But then I think about several other factors-size, teeth, claws, the rather ferocious amount of hair found on bears...and it's pretty clear that I'm not part bear at all.

As for what I've been up to during my recent hibernation period, allow me to lure your back to my little part of the web with a little home update.

If you'll recall, Boyfriend and I had recently taken on a huge project (found here, here, and here). This house. Blah. Blah, blah, blah. My hat's off to all you DIY pros for making it look so easy. It's soooo not. But I didn't start this post to complain to you about the seemingly endless to-do list...I started this post to share some of our progress, however slow it may be. Allow me to take you back...

Our kitchen as we first came to know her. F to the ugly.

Please keep in mind that I did say progress...meaning this project hasn't wrapped. However, it has been improved upon.

Wallpaper is gone, new texture up, fresh white paint on the walls, new color on the cabinets (goodbye ugly polyurethaned wood!), and a general deep cleaning. We still have cabinet doors to install, the ceiling to paint, and the floor to conquer. If I make it through all of that without ripping my hair out or running around like Jason Russell, feel free to congratulate me. With oodels wine. Or gift cards. Love those.

it's the little things

Now that I've confessed shared my deep dark house secret [a tad melodramatic?], I would like to focus on a tiny but super awesome victory: my pink bathromm drawer pulls. Sweet little projects like these [yes, there are others which means I'm way behind on my posts] have started to crack the great big barrier between me and the so-called "light at the end of the tunnel." There is no light. Only a teeny glimmering creating a space not quite as black as the rest. I can't even see those little dust particles swimming around in the air yet. But I can see the glimmering. Thanks to these bad boys.

Before:

After:

Thank you oil rubbed bronze spray paint. You're my new favorite.

selena gomez, beer, and puppies.

Yup. That about covers it.

a sad state of affairs

I'm finally getting around to it, but I'm not particularly enjoying it or excited about it. I'm not really sure how I decided today was the day. My typically short drive home from work ended up being just long enough to for the idea to pop into my head and stay there. Drat. Drat, I tell you! I wanted to stay in denial. To ignore the blatantly obvious fact that we have more to do than we have time for. [If anyone so much as hints at an "I told you so" I will unfriend you on facebook and submit your email to receive an endless amount of e-newsletters.] A good percentage of my brain still believes we'll make the deadline, but the photos provide pretty hard evidence that all hope is lost. Period. And now I'm officially stalling. I'll continue to stall for a bit. Anyone want to hear about the strange dream I had last night where me and my friend Sarah (you're gonna love this, carebear) were trying to teach another girl how to use eyebrow powder and accidentally bleached my eyebrows instead? Ok, well that was kinda it. It was super hot guys.


Ok, fine. Here goes.


























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Ok, for real. Please try to hold the gasps to a minimum.

Excuse me while I bury my face in my hands and sob.


One month! That's all we have until we move in. As the title suggests, it's a sad state of affairs. We've been working hard! Really hard, guys...but, man! OknowthatIpostedthatpleasecomehelpme! We're thinking a painting party?! With beer. And pizza. Who's down?


Oh, and if anyone isn't feeling sorry for me yet, this should help. I still have to pack up our. entire. house. Sad face, people. Sad face. This place is pretty much the only thing that keeps me going. That and the cold beer I'm about to abandon you for.








PS: Any paint colors/ideas/words of encouragement happily accepted!


[interesting fact: I've now been staring at this post for 15 minutes trying to convince myself to hit "publish post". Okheregoes.]

me and fall are BFFs.

Autumn let's make a deal, I'll start celebrating you now by wearing boots (and other fall attire) if you agree to stick around for a while. Enticing enough for you? I'm sure my friends would also don leggings and such to encourage you to stick around. Please, oh please won't you stay? We can be BFFs. Look I even bought these today. Just for you.

And I've been window shopping for weeks now. I even put a couple outfits together in hopes of impressing you.

I'd really like to believe this cold front is the beginning of a wonderful relationship...and not just a tease. Stay a while, wontcha?

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On another note guys, you have to visit ShoeDazzle. It's kind of amazing. It's basically a shoe of the month club, except there are also purses and jewelry. You take a style quiz, and every month there is a showroom personalized for you! If you don't like anything in your showroom that month (or just received your cell phone bill and realize you need to cut back on something, eeek!) you can always opt out for the month. AND you don't pay anything until your first purchase. [I've been looking at showrooms for months people and just made the leap today] Oh, and did I mention, if the shoes don't fit (or you don't like 'em once you get 'em) just send those puppies back and exchange for another pair! Do I sound like I work for them? Cuz I totally don't–I'm just super excited. Wanna know the very best part?! It's $39.95. Thrity nine dollars and ninety five cents! That's it. That's all you pay. Every month. For a new pair of shoes. Shut the front door.