That's Rhett Butler. He's from Charleston. He Has the Most Terrible Reputation...

In less than three hours, I'll be out of the office and hightailing my way down south to the wonderful, glorious, Spanish Moss-dripped heaven that is Charleston, SC! Can't wait to check out the city from a new perspective. The last time I was in town I was a mere 18 year-old crazy on a wild bachlorette weekend that culminated in topless sunroof screaming, Citadel-boy snagging, free drink shooting, and long, long naps along the Battery. We stayed at some awesome B&Bs and gorged on shrimp and grits...so obviously, the city left me with some fantastic memories to chew on.



This time around I'll be seeing with two of my favorite ladies--the fabulous Julianne and my daring copilot Eileen--so I'm sure it'll be even better. We're older, wiser?, and can afford to go out to dinner now*! On our own! Woot!

"Walking the streets of Charleston in the late afternoons of August was like walking through gauze or inhaling damaged silk."  Awesome.

I've stocked up on Pat Conroy novels and have prepared myself for waves of seersucker and pastels. Bring it, Chucktown!

xxxx, Hannah



*Not that we'll actually pay for food, b/c obviously we've stocked up on homemade pizza dough, cajun chicken alfredo, and rosemary olive garlic bread. Duh.

Rabbit Rabbit Rabbit

Two bare feet on the dashboard. Young love in an old Ford. Cheap shades and a tattoo and a Yoo-hoo bottle rolling on the floor boards. Perfect song on the radio--sing along 'cause it's one we know. It's a smile. It's a kiss. It's a sip of wine. It's summertime... 

June 1 is here and it's left me craving bright yellow paint, cool blue hues, and a sprinkle of sand here or there...

...grey tees and blonde fishtails...

...the perfect shore porch, complete with sweet corn...

...summer craft projects a la stenciled wooden floors...

...new hot babe bathing suits...

...eternal sunshine...

...or maybe just a glimpse at my roots...Swedish lovin' and all.

Eff the bullshit--full speed ahead.

I'm Losin' It.

My debit card, that is. Yep, lost it again. Here's the thing--I'm not even that stressed about it. Is that wrong? This must be the fifth time it's been 'misplaced,' and at this point, I'm pretty calm. The only thing that concerns me is that I have less than a quarter tank of gas in my car and I've gotta drive to the mountains/boondocks tomorrow for wedding festivities. Get thee to a bank, stat!

Meanwhile, I'm over here lusting after material goods like the best of them. Get over yourself--you know you do too. So, this post is in honor of what I would currently buy if I found some idiot's debit card floating in the breeze for my expense.*

A new camera wristlet thing with a cute bohemian print that I could slip on while hula hooping and/or attending local equestrian events.

The Karma Necklace. True story--I've been watching The Biggest Loser all season. No surprise there. For 10 weeks now, I've been lusting after a necklace that one of the contestants rocks for every weigh-in. So, I slapped on my gum shoes and did some Googling and found that she is wearing not one, but two of these!! Bad ass. Plus, her name is Hannah. She'll probs win the show. I'll vote for her.

Every year when the sun sets later in the day and the whippoorwills come out and the honeysuckle is running wild...I get the itch for new bed sheets. I know--it's a completely normal response. This year I'm pining after LLBean's Sand Dollar sheets (and that delicately delicious bed skirt). I'll bet you $5 these babies would feel cool to the skin and are just begging to be tucked away at a scrubby little beach cottage.



This Max Kurzweil print, 'Woman in a Yellow Dress.' It reminds me of a Klimt painting. I love the colors, love the texture, jeal of her waistline. Gorgeous.



Also, breaking news!! I think I may have finally perfected my homemade yogurt recipe. The missing ingredient is to let the yogurt cook for at least 12 hours (rather than the 10 I had originally tried, which left me with runny, milk-like yogurt rather than the thick, Greek, deliciousness I've been craving).

Hannah: 1
Yogurt Machine: 0

THURSDAY! woot

*obvi, I would never use a found debit card. Cut me some slack, fools.

You're a Helluva Guy

Spent the weekend at the Cape with some lovely ladies and co. Although the weather wasn't super cooperative, we managed to sneak in a few hours of sun lounging in between our day drinking and Cheez-It consumption. I finally met the infamous Alice who lived up to her reputation and whipped up one of the most delicious lemon meringue pies I've ever tasted. Two thumbs up for a super relaxing, crab-filled weekend away from the NOVA crazies. 

The pool was heated...but apparently only at the jets. Dangit. 

Sooo, we may or may not have locked ourselves out of the house. Luckily we had cold beer, snacks, and Alice around the corner with a key!

On the hunt for the key!

Feast your eyes on this. Fresh out of the oven and peaked to perfection. Delish!

Crabby shirt making its first appearance, oh lawd.

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!"

You can't say we didn't work for it! Taking the kayak out to set traps and get our shred on.

Gotcha!

I'm becoming a little obsessed with my hula hoop. It just makes me so happy. You know...it's the little things. 

Safety first.

We crafted a batch of Sexton Panther Piss. 

12 Lemons + Vodka + Lemon Rinds + Shaken, Not Stirred + Sugar

Biffles, duh.

Awkward roomies for life! 

Later, we took a trip down to the docks in search of more crabbies and found this guy. A Chesapeake Bay Retriever in Chesapeake?! Who woulda thought.

Our dog whisperer.

Who am I kidding--this is how most of the weekend was spent. 

Dug up the ole Vicky Secret leopard print circa 2008. Love it.

Best weekend evah.

Yes. We watered the trees. Because we're legit.

First feast of the season!

You arrrrrrghhhhhh fabulous! bahaa

In the kitchen. You know. Cooking.

With our bellies full of god knows what, we headed home, only to see this fantastic license plate on our way out.

Here comes the sun. Figures!

Ugh, let's go back ASAP.

Hope y'all had a fabulous weekend, wherever you were! Can't wait for next weekend too when I'm off to celebrate the glorious union of the one and only AO'Keefe and her lovah Mark!!

Life is great.

I Want to Slice Everyone...

...so I am taking this opportunity to harness some zen, center my wee/chi/whatever, sip some GD jasmine tea, and pretend that I never met any of the idiots who surround me on a daily mofo basis. Wish me luck.

Ok. So. Here we have a delicious desk set up, complete with lavender inspiration board and badass, recycled wood table. I'm feeling this in my bones, for sure. And there's that iMac again. Do I smell a theme? Hmmm..

Oh, to be young and waif-life. And to have thick, soft hair to pin into a million knots and braids. I'm getting my usual springtime craving for Ultra-Light, Natty Blonde...but I'm holding out!

This picture is one of the main reasons I decided to re-pierce my nose. Love it. Love it. Love it. Can't wait till I'm reunited with my little hoop (I'm thinking sometime mid-July will do the trick). Then, bring on the sunshine and hot pink lips and I will run this town.

Note the fat lady statue peeping out the window. She's gorgeous.

Also, I couldn't include a zen-master post without some form of feline. Meow.

This photo...is perfection. Thinking about getting it blown up. No, definitely getting it blown up.

Eff everyone at my office. Learn how to hole punch correctly! Stop being incompetent! Let me live my life!!

xxx,

Hann