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.


























Uh...........


































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?

------------------------------------------------------------

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.

idioms anyone?

I guess it's time to spill the beans about our moving plans.

We're moving.

Whew. There. I said it. Cat's out of the bag. The lid's come off. It's out in the open. It's no longer under...well you get the picture.

We're not going far, but we are moving out of our beloved little neighborhood for the time being. Basically, we were faced with an offer we just couldn't refuse [please re-read that sentence in a Godfather voice, k thanks]. Bigger house, less rent. And since we're such smart cookies, we jumped on the opportunity. The hope is that we'll be able to get some money socked away sooner, buy a house, and move back to our beloved little neighborhood.

But it's not all peaches and cream over here. The house is kind of a disaster area, so we've got to get cracking if we're gonna get it in ship shape before we move in. Not to mention we're cuttin' it pretty close, considering we've got less than two months before our deadline. That may seem like a piece of cake, but Boyfriend and I do have full-time jobs. So we'll be burning the midnight oil for weeks to come.

At the end of this, I'll be in dire need of a manicure, a massage, and a couple drinks.

Any skilled laborers volunteers to help us on our race against time to get our new house in order??? Anyone?

thank you mamie eisenhower

Thank you for this.

In case you're wondering, I've been spending all of my time here. Trying to vanquish the hot pink madness that is this bathroom.

Also, if you're wondering, I will be there again tonight. And tomorrow. And the next day. And so on.

Cross your pretty little fingers and perhaps I'll get to divulge a complete update soon. I have a several photos just as scary as these.

Excited yet?

two things you know nothing about & banana bread

I just made banana bread. On a Saturday morning. Before 8 o'clock.

I'd say I officially rock. Or rule. Or am a domestic princess turned queen. My crown's in the mail folks. I have to send a special shout-out to GerRee for the inspiration. That is to say, when she was up super early (before the sun, I think) a couple weeks ago she made banana bread before the hubbers even woke up, and it appears I'm on track to do the same today with Boyfriend. But had she not mentioned it to me, I'm certain the thought wouldn't have popped into my head this morning. At 6:30.  [sidenote: I've been steadily working on home improvement projects that I will breakdown for you later, but for now just know I have broken nearly every nail in that awkward imgonnaripyournailbelowthequick kinda way. And Left Hand Pointer Finger Nail, or LHPFN for short, keeps folding in half when I type. Ok, that was more like a side-story, but it's really buggin the shit outta me.] Boyfriend will be so excited when he wakes to the smell of fresh baked banana bread and macadamia nut coffee wafting through the house. In fact, he'll probably put a rush on that crown just to make sure it gets here super quick and people aren't under the assumption I'm still a lowly domestic princess. (For good measure I'll go ahead a fry some bacon too.)


It also comes to mind that had GerRee and I not taken our TV challenge [another topic I have yet to discuss-bad blogger!], I might have just sauntered into the living room, plopped on the sofa, and fallen under the spell of crap MTV before even coming out of my sleep fog. It also helps that I'm uber excited and motivated to work on the aforementioned, but not elaborate upon, house projects. So there. Two things you know nothing about are the reason I'm blathering on at 7:30 in the morning. Aren't you happy I decided to share this with you? I know I am. 


Update: I did in fact fry bacon. Boyfriend was pleasantly surprised by the banana bread. Ok, let's face it-he was shocked! Also, I fixed Boyfriend's necklace, which has been on the to-do list for months. And I repaired the dress form Mary got me, so I can shoot stock photos for mary&nell. Yipee!