...

...3 days till Christmas

...5 days till NoHo!

Can't wait!

5 Indulgences = Making My Life

Sometimes ya gotta treat yourself....and that's a good thing.

1. Love and Toast hand creme

 2. Sorel Tivoli boots in houndstooth and pink (thanks Oprah, for crushing my green tweed dreams...)

3. Mrs. Meyer's Iowa Pine candle

4. Easy Green Living by Renee Loux

5. Mountain Hardwear Countess Jacket

Yes to the Yes

Feeling le tired. Probably because I got up to watch the creepy awesome solar (lunar?) eclipse. Go me! 

Wanting some blue, grey, tan, white, gold, shimmery lovin. Here is some to keep your ticker ticking. Your motor running. Your brain twitching. Ok bye.

Grey sky eyes.

Closet doors as headboard = genius love

Obvi the fairest of them all.



Sigh, wallpaper.

Tub heaven.

Sigh, sky light.

Sparkle tile...all the rage.

Nook + cranny.

Want to touch the silkiness...



...and we're done.
au revoir

I Want and I Cant Find

Sorel Tivoli in Shamrock/Coal. I'm blaming Oprah for featuring them on her show. Get your stalk on and find me these babies in a 9, 9.5, or 10!!!

Love, Me

Oh, HoJo, You Had Us At Hello...

So last weekend I went down to the great state of North Cack-a-lacky with my awesome and amazing coffee house loves, Eileen and Julianne. I'm obsessed with these girls. On Thursday, I had the day off (whoop whoop!) so I drove down to Fredvegas where I picked up my girl Eileen.

--On the way, my belief that Stafford County is actually a piece of trash was strengthened as I drove down the highway next to a truck full of idiot rednecks who tried to run me off the road...for miles. I sped up, I slowed down, I flipped birds, and finally I picked up my phone to call the Po. I guess homeboys didn't like what they saw because they sped up and got off at the next exit. Seriously. Get some class, assholes. But I digress.--

 So Eileen and I hit the road to the glorious land of Blacksburg where I meet up with the one and only fabulous Julianne who now lives in the cutest blue house evah, just a hop, skip, jump from my old Tiny House. It was bittersweet to be back because I love the 'burg but I know I'd be annoyed as hell if I still lived there.

Anyway. Drank some beer from J's kegerator. Chilled w/Owsley/Pockets/Mason/Mason's Dad. Made some random squash/mushroom concoction. Picked up E and went to Mill Mountain. Realized their products are shitty nasty burned crap...but I drank it nonetheless. Hit up the Rivermill for some cheap beer and graffiti memories. Crashed at Casa de Alwang. Woke up at the butt crack to start our journey to Asheville (but first, made a pit stop back at Mill Mountain to mooch free food/beverages compliments of U.S. Cellular...bawmm).

So we drove to Asheville. Looked around, shopped cute stores, watched J spend money in every shop we entered, and finally hit up our luxurious abode, the Asheville Howard Johnson (rated 2.8 on the customer satisfaction scale!!).

Enter HoJo.

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There was a stray cat to welcome us.

Let's just say the ol' HoJo left us feeling safe, warm, and...itchy/creeped out by the cigarette burns in the "comforters." Whatevs, for $40, I'll take anything hollaa...

After dropping our stuff we: went back out for more retail therapy; ate doughy pretzels at Mellow Mushroom on the cheap with our 15% coupon; contemplated buying Uggs and Doc Martens; and mastered the art of the parallel park.

We also visited the Mast General Store where E found candy and

I found an awesome fleece coat/jacket.

We stumbled upon this sweet thing--a double-decker bus that someone converted into a coffee shop. Glorious. Order your drinks on the first floor, sit and enjoy on the top. LOVED it.

Look at the ceiling! Obsessed.

Asheville love.

Oh! Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree!

Here's the upstairs. Decked out to the max with mosaic table tops/awesome lights.

Peppermint hot chocolate, yes please!

Ridin' dirty.

After the double decker we headed back to the hotel where J fell asleep at 9:00. Then, we froze our asses off with the "heat"/AC unit blowing softly in the background.



The next morning, we woke up and headed to the Visitor's Center to figure out where the illusive Gingerbread House competition was being held. Got some info, saw some shit, stopped in a bizarre bazaar where they had lots of crap and some salted walnuts that were delicious. I tried on some hand soap that literally smelled like urine...but it was organic, so we're good!

On the way to the Gingerbread House hotel, J made me snap this awkward stalker photo of one of the amazing houses on the way. So cute, Mini Cooper included.

We made it! The Grove Park Inn, where lots of celebs/presidents have stayed (including Michelle Obama, ok, and Barack too). I mean, this joint ain't got nothing on the HoJo, but it's aight I guess...

Mountain retreat like woah.

Inside, this place was filled with crazy gingerbread creations from near and far. Most of them were INSANE, like, you know for the youth division someone's mom was totally up at night crafting these things.

I obvi loved the blue ones the best.

There were also Christmas trees scattered all of this piece...most were themed...this one was the best though.

That's right. There were birds hanging off. Brilliant.

Ok, so, these are all the pictures I've uploaded so far. I know you're just dying to see the rest. We'll see how lazy I'm feeling tonight as to whether or not I post some more. This adventure's not done yet!

Stayed tuned mofos....

Yeah, Come Ovah!!

My favorite part of Christmas.



Who wants Baileys?

Asheville Love to Come...

...in the meantime,  take a look at my fav Christmas card so far:

Freakin loves it.

Yes, Please.

Thank you.

Sunday Bloody Sunday

It's Sunday and I'm at work. Again. And I've been here since 7:30am.

Kills me.

This calls for one thing, and one thing only.

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Heavy Drinking

(while donning fab fur hat)

That is all. Happy weekend.

I'm Crazy For Feelin' So Blue...

Today I'm saluting one of my favorite colors of the rainbow...blue. From the sky to the ocean, this au natural baby can't be beat. Whatever, just look at these pictures and be happy fools.

Word up pink flag canvas in the background. Would be entirely too easy to DIY. Stay tuned for upcoming post on DIY painted Wal-Mart rug (not by me... laziness always wins).



A little cutesy, but I'll take it.

My mom finally convinced my dad to let her install a clawfoot tub in her upstairs bathroom. I'm thinking I'd be ok with it turning out something like this.

My version of a manly man living room.

With some flowers to sweeten up the place.

I want the bird sillouette on the wall. True loves.

I would probs just die to have this couch in my house. Trashy velvet exterior never gets old.

Woof, shameless beagle love!!

Codiak lovin' in T-1 day, yessss.

xoxo

Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit

Rainy work day. Nothing going on. Quarter of a way through Invisible Man. Holiday Gala this Friday. Pumped for Asheville adventures.

Also, this is where Stella McCartney lives. Let the hating begin.
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Easy, Stella, looking a lil' like crazy bewitched hawk lady.

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Anyway. Over and out.

PS. This is my new website obsession. I will be rich and buy it all, thank you!