It's A Christmas Miracle

We had a wonderful Christmas holiday yesterday and ate our faces full of BBQ ribs, cheesy potatoes, brussel sprouts, and amazing chocolate cheesecake that one of Pete's aerobics ladies made him. It was sugar suicide and worth every bite. We had a record 4 dogs in Grandpa's house, ranging from 5 to 75lbs, and amazingly enough, no catastrophes occurred because of them.

Who, me??

On Christmas Eve, we toasted to my wonderful grandma who would have been 83 years old (I think). Truly one of the most amazing women I ever knew, and I think she would have appreciated our semi-flat, local champagne and complimentary bottle of beer toasted in her honor. 

Christmas is always a little weird at our house because we are a super low-maintenance family and rarely ever need anything. This might sound like a blessing, and it probably is, but when it comes to getting gifts for everyone it can be a challenge. We can always resort to the ole socks and underwear grab bag, but that can get old after a while. My mom always manages to find us the strangest, most awesome "treasures" from various thrift stores and estate sales throughout the year--one year we got a baby incubator, a chandelier, and a velvet rendering of the Last Supper. Classics, right??

This is what happens when Rudolph comes through The Lou...

This year's theme seemed driven by alcohol, as we had a more than 40 different beers accumulate under the tree, several bottles of wine that Pete bottled himself, and even fancy old-man whisky. This is particularly funny seeing that my parents aren't big drinkers, and I'm usually satisfied falling back on a light and airy PBR in a can. We fancy huh now, I guess. 

My little house is coming along slowly, and my tree and assortment of Christmas cards on the mantle managed to give it a pretty homey feel. Even the crickets laid low yesterday and gave me some peace...

I went to a killer pedal, kettle, bosu ball class this morning with a couple girls from work, and now I am ready to spend the rest of the day lounging, reading, and downloading music for a new mixed CD. Thank Jewus for week-long vacas! Can't wait to rage in DC with my lovers this weekend to bring in the New Year!

Countdown to VP PIC Pregame in the MPL!! Love it.

Happy early New Year!

xoxox,

Hannah

Bonjour, Weeeeekend!

It's absolutely brilliant outside, and I just found out I get to leave work at noon! Plus, I'm meeting Caroline for lunch at The Counter....going for a run...maybe checking out the Anthropologie sale section...basking like a cat in the sunshine...starting a new crafty project...probably heading to Jazz in the Garden...and getting ready for a glorious Memorial Day weekend. BONUS: I get to work from home on Tuesday!!

Go outside and get you some of this...

...a sweet southern breeze 

... a hydrangea buzz

... a long and lazy brunch

...an afternoon delight

...and a little present for you from me

Come run with me, the best is yet to be...

It's 'Your Majesty', Betch.

Dearly beloved--we are gathered here today, at the Mansion on O Street, to celebrate the royal debauchery that is Wills + Kate.

So. Hot babe KMid brought some serious sparkle back to the Brits this morning and was only slightly outdone by her ridiculously fab younger sister, Pippa, who rocked the vision of a perfect wedding dress...to her own sister's wedding. Balls.Of.Steel.

The Deal: set the alarm for 4AM. Yes, AM. Dragged ourselves outta bed. Slapped on some well-planned outfits, complete with hats + tiaras and booked it to the metro and down to Dupont. Found ourselves on the steps of this infamous abode.



We go in, survey the area, duly note everyone's fashion nods to HRH with hats and dresses and madness everywhere. Grab as many scones + melons + jams that we can fit on a plate. Load up on hot tea. Get ourselves situated in the Log Cabin Room (creepiest of all) and settle in for the show.

Yeah yeah yeah! Crown jewels fo-rizzle.

We visited our favorite bathroom and noticed this little addition.

So over it.

Got lost in a sea of mirrors and secret rooms.

Bought more teacups (cup o' soup!?) + books with our complimentary $25 gift certificates!

wtf. wtf. wtf.

Lusted after the lady of the hour. Get ovah yourself, Kate.

Look up the definition of 'babe' and I'll betcha see a picture of her in yo dictionary.

DRP in all her Random House glory.

Rockin' the sequined top at the least cliched venue.

Oh haiiii!

The loot on the way home + future Foxfield hat.

Delaney Parrish for the win!!

New Business:

Odds that KMid + Wills are toasting one another with a celebratory PBR as we speak: 4-1.

Odds that both girls' dress designs will be available and copied for the commoners by tomorrow: 6-1.

Odds that Pippa + Harry will hook up, after-party style in a powder room at Buckingham Palace: 1million-1.

That's fast math. And I'm betting big.

You're royally welcome,

Hannah

In the Bedroom...

While I'm sure many of you fine and fabulous people spent your Valentine's wrapped up in a sea of sappy love sickness, I don't care. If I had my choice, this is where I would spend my next free weekend...burrowing deep under the covers of these delicious gems.

Ok. I'm really into this mirrored shit. I don't care if it's trendy of gaudy or whatever. I think it's sweet, and lord knows I've never met a mirror I didn't like.

So. This is very white. Like, compulsively white. It makes me want to whip my hair back n forth with paint on the ends to splash things up and drip some color onto this palette. However, I'm digging the super low, bed-on-the-floor look. It's just asking to have a Sunday crossword completed in its nest.

First off, I am automatically jealous of anyone living in a loft, much less a loft with exposed brick and chipping paint. Nothing says love like potential lead poisoning. Nothing.



This is J-Lo's bedroom. It almost makes up for the 98% skank vibes she puts out. I die for that light fixture. I pine for the flesh-colored, rosy walls. I want some GD lucite in my life! Damn you, Jenny. If this is what your block is like, sign me up.

My fav fabric, minus the color. This is what I would upholster my chairs with in my dream world.

My thoughts...exactly.



Happy Tuesday, hoebags. My face is feeling luscious post-indulgent facial and the angels are singing.

P.S. Speaking of angels...potential Holla Back DC! alert in my very office:

Get in the elevator. Hit L. Go down one flight. Two guys from my work get in, both old/decrepit--go figure. They push the button for P3. We ride down the elevator, them chatting, me ignoring. Arrive to the lobby and they realize they've pushed the wrong button. As I get off the elevator, one of them says, "Well, we forgot to push the right level--looks like we were distracted by the angel in the elevator with us! Couldn't get over what we saw! Did you see that? Bahahaha!"

Kill me. Angel of death if you look at me again, mofos.

That is all.

Thursday...Best Day of the Week

Today:

Happy hour after work

Gym for spinning class

Packing for Fredvegas

Tomorrow

Adele tickets go on sale! 10:00am! Be there.

Lunch at Morton's bahaaa

Dinner/fun in Fredvegas with the fab EAlwang, Rob, and Clifford

Weekend

Birthday celebrations abound. Hooray me, hooray 25!
Excited about my Cafesano coupons. Free meal, free dessert, happy Hannah.

In the meantime, please celebrate this fabulous chandelier in honor of my age and ever-present awesomeness.

Take a glimpse at my future living room. Love the grey walls, love love love. We're getting ready to slap some paint on the walls at "my" house. It's gonna be sweet.

Booze + paint + high ceilings = wish us luck.

As if I didn't already know this...

xxx,

Hann

PS. Watched this last night. Creepy. Check it out. Also...

Golden Slumbers + More

All this gloomy blah blah weather has got me in my usual January funk...I'm craving warm, delicious colors and bright yellows...golden hues and hints of glittery goodness. I guess the good thing is I'm not in the beloved (but frigid) Blacksburg, where I truly would be freezing my arse off.

This weekend I have the following (potential) plans:

- Go to Eastern Market and snoop around their thrifty/flea things

- Pop my RCC cherry and take a dip at the indoor pool

- Sand  my little pink table that I picked up at the Y last year and paint it some sort of tealy, greenish, seafomy color.

Sounds good to me! In the meantime, I will continue to stare at these cozy photos...summoning the sun one blog post at a time.

An upholstered desk chair = butt heaven.

This bed is so super cute I can't stand it. It started out an old blah boring white, and now look how fab it is! Perfect for lounging on weekends and snuggling with a cat. Or three cats. Meow.

My favorite part about this room is that it's teeny tiny but still fabulous. Literally a bed room. Holla to the matching bedside tables and sweet-as-punch polka dot headboard.

This house reminds me of a luxe country cottage/mansion somewhere where I should probs be living. Wallpaper, armoire, Burberry-eque jacket, green ploppy chair, hardwoods--done and done.

Introducing the most terrifyingly awesome wine cellar that ever existed!!! It's like walking into wine hell/heaven! Mega creepy, but pretty much to die for.

And finally....ready for Spring already. So. Ready. 

Freezing,

Hannah

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