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Girl On The Go
Well here I am a week post move and all I can say is: hot mess. I am a firm believer in putting things in their rightful home to start with so as to not double up on having to correct later. As a result I just got the bathroom three quarters assembled as of yesterday. Only the bathroom. I'm a working person with a job that takes up more than 10 hours a day...when on earth am I supposed to organize? Send reinforcements.
Conclusion: there simply just are not enough hours in the day. I swear I did things on Saturday: shred (woot! - Level 2, Day 5), put things away, use the dishwasher for the first time in 10 years aka feel like a real live grown up, and run 700 errands. The Chef arrived late afternoon to assist in the errand running. Mid-stream I screamed out: 'BLOG!' as in 'I need a post for Monday' - to which he replied ever so nonchalantly, 'you're a girl on the go so we're gonna have to get this thing done on the fly.' Examine the evidence.
Conclusion: there simply just are not enough hours in the day. I swear I did things on Saturday: shred (woot! - Level 2, Day 5), put things away, use the dishwasher for the first time in 10 years aka feel like a real live grown up, and run 700 errands. The Chef arrived late afternoon to assist in the errand running. Mid-stream I screamed out: 'BLOG!' as in 'I need a post for Monday' - to which he replied ever so nonchalantly, 'you're a girl on the go so we're gonna have to get this thing done on the fly.' Examine the evidence.
Girl on fly takes time to whisper to transplanted Plumerias after negligent
landlord's ill-fitted lattice falls on pre-existing tree slicing off 3 branches.
Do.not.ask.
What was that? I need to hurry up? I'm the one at the bottom of the stairs mmmkay?
Pardon me while I just pull the ol' rip cord to get the garage door open seeing as
the landlord STILL has not turned on the electricity to my old apartment that
covers the opener to my garage. Special isn't it? Not so much.
Especially when you have to use your foot to kick the door open hoping that
the bobble head collecting cuckoo birds across the back alley aren't taking it
all in and planning an attack.
Moments later girl on the go screeches over into a private parking lot and jets out
into the street clearly marked 'no pedestrian crossing' all while taking a
business call and prepping for an outfit picture in the median.
After getting honked and screamed at 20x girl's bf finally captures several
likable photos for Monday's post...ta-da.
~Anthropologie-Ikat Dress, Martin+Osa (RIP)-Denim Jacket, Brandy & Melville-Fringe Bag,
Brooklyn Thread-Beaded Bracelet, PANYC & Motif56-Leather Bracelets,
Necklace-Handmade in Africa, Dean Davidson-Turquoise Ring, H&M-Sunnies,
Arnold Churgin-Flats~
Aaaand - CUT. Quite literally...as I was hopping out of the median cut
my finger on a prickly rose bush. No time to stop and cry about it.
The Container Store was calling.
likable photos for Monday's post...ta-da.
Brooklyn Thread-Beaded Bracelet, PANYC & Motif56-Leather Bracelets,
Necklace-Handmade in Africa, Dean Davidson-Turquoise Ring, H&M-Sunnies,
Arnold Churgin-Flats~
my finger on a prickly rose bush. No time to stop and cry about it.
The Container Store was calling.
Other devastating, annoying and interesting events this weekend: some guy shanked my dragon out from under me by bugging the Chef repeatedly during renovations until he just caved and sold it to him. Think spontaneous combustion.
Saturday morning found the landlord outside my garage having a...wait for it...garage sale. Um, I have no words, but managed to keep it together due to elation over 91 degree weather. Hel-looo!
Sunday: after unpacking the bathroom found some goodies at the flea. To be continued!
Gimme the dirt. What stuff went down in your respective locales...and how many days 'til Friday again?
Lost and Found. And Found Again.
True to my word I spent this weekend taking several naps, folding laundry and OD'ing on Dateline, 48 Hours and 20/20. On Saturday I had grand plans to get up early, do some light cleaning and later spend the day outdoors. Instead I got caught up in a vacuuming frenzy during which time I thought I had burnt out the poor machine entirely when it made the most odd whirring noise. In a panic I called on the Chef (who was in the other room watching baseball while I toiled away - where is the justice in this wicked, wicked world??) who carefully removed the vacuum from my white knuckled grasp only to disassemble it and find a sock stuck in the hose (a sock I've been looking for too btw - thereby debunking the whole dryer eats sock myth).
Interestingly enough I don't even recall seeing a sock in my path.
Anyway, having gotten myself all worked up I decided to open one of the closets (damn fool) and was inevitably sucked into a tornado-like swirl of shoes, boxes, more coats than I know what to do with and a few items I barely even recall purchasing (she admits sheepishly). Thankfully I emerged safely a couple hours later with a pair of heels and 2 pairs of boots that are basically foreigners to me, and a dress I knew I had, but had been saving for warmer days. Forget that nonsense.
Interestingly enough I don't even recall seeing a sock in my path.
Anyway, having gotten myself all worked up I decided to open one of the closets (damn fool) and was inevitably sucked into a tornado-like swirl of shoes, boxes, more coats than I know what to do with and a few items I barely even recall purchasing (she admits sheepishly). Thankfully I emerged safely a couple hours later with a pair of heels and 2 pairs of boots that are basically foreigners to me, and a dress I knew I had, but had been saving for warmer days. Forget that nonsense.
Remember this lovely lady from the H&M Garden Collection?
It sold out faster than you could get down there and pull someone's hair out for it. I called in pronto when the line was released and all the liner-uppers had robbed me of my dreams of wearing the dress while riding a unicorn over the rainbow to the pot of gold (or something like that). My heart sank as I spoke with the girl on the telephone. We lamented, patted one another's telephone shoulders (she had wanted one too), and felt sorry for ourselves before she held some additional items for me and then exited the conversation.
Later that day I stopped by to check out my held items. The person who had helped me on the phone had left for the day, but her shopgirl colleague said, "Ohhhhh you're the one with the Rose dress," as she walked into the back room to get my stuff. I thought, "Wow I must have really been a pathetic mess on the phone if they talked about it amongst themselves afterward. I need to reel it in." As I was finishing up this thought she came walking around the corner with none other than THE.DRESS. I swear I heard the heavens open and a choir of angels burst into song!! My shopgirl had saved a returned dress for me!! What are the odds of one getting returned the very same day??
I ran off into the fitting room, zipped it up, and the rest is history...history in my closet until yesterday. The Chef had said to me, "It looks great, but I don't think you're going to wear that thing." Met with the withering look of a girl in her newly recovered, coveted dress he sweetly re-adjusted with a grin, "Okay, where are you going to wear that thing. With what?" And I said I'd wear it everywhere. Around the house vacuuming, watering my plants, to the store with flip flops, and maybe to a friend's afternoon bridal shower - pretty much wherever I wanted to (does this sound familiar?) All he said was, "Yeah sure you're going to wear it casually around. Suuuuure." So I bought it. And then I found it in my closet. And then I wore it all day yesterday. Ha Ha Chef!
I wore it to Petco to get a treat for my cats.
Then I wore it while I waited patiently in line at Cold Stone Creamery.
The journey continued while I strolled around in the dress eating Key Lime Raspberry ice cream.
I wore it with a pair of my favorite flats.
Another thing I remembered I had in the closet; worn sparingly and with love.
When the ice cream was gone I continued to window shop in the dress.
I came out of a pink door in the dress.
I looked around some more in the dress.
And having torn up the town, I walked home in the dress.
Right after I had him take a close up of its exquisitely feminine features.
I'm so glad I challenged myself to buy and wear it.
The dress is so pretty and I felt like such a girl in it.
My favorite part was the knowing smiles I shared with other women
who walked by.
who walked by.
Us girls, we love a cute dress. It can make our day.
In recent years I have begun to make more pointed purchases like this. Before I would have shied away for reasons similar to those expressed by the Chef - and there's nothing wrong with those reasons in and of themselves - but I got to thinking. You know, I'm only going to live once. And if I keep on putting these types of purchases off, there will come a point in my life when it won't be age appropriate to wear things like this anymore. And I will look back with regret having missed out because I played it safe. Life's too short. Every day can be a garden party dress day - even if you're just running to the post office or grabbing a can of catfood. Or simply vacuuming up your sock.
Happy Monday everyone! Hope your weekend was grand!
Outfit details: Tom Ford Sunnies, Martin + Osa Denim Jacket, H&M Rose Dress/Garden Collection, Arnold Churgin Flats, Sorial Handbag, Melinda Maria Rings, Melinda Maria Cuff.
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