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.

Breaking Mofo News!

After weeks and weeks--and, ok, months--of sleeping on the floor/foam/mattress pad, I got a bed!! Thank god. It only took two trips to Ikea and three mind changes before I settled on das Aspelund (which sounds kind of dirty, but I likey anyway). Here's how it went down.

1. After weeks of begging and pleading and convincing Cody that a trip to Ikea wouldn't be that bad, he caves/graciously "grants me permission" and we head to Woodbridge on a Saturday afternoon. Along with everyone else in Northern Virginia.

2. I went into the whole deal saying, eff it--I'm buying the cheapest piece of crap I can find ($49) and putting it under my mattress and calling it a day.
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3. We find said 'cheapest piece of crap,' and unfortunately that's exactly what it was. I change my mind and decide to upgrade to the next-cheapest piece of crap. 

4. Enter Aspelund.

 

It's pretty cute, right?? Plus, I'm pumped because it's faux wood so I'm like, duh, I can paint that shit and life will be grand. 

So.

5. We go downstairs to buy this thing and it won't fit in my car. Eff my life eff my life eff my life. 

6. Frustration abounds, plus we're hungry, so we give up in mild defeat and hit up Red Robin where we're served by a lady I know was high on meth and/or crack.

Fast forward to last night!! I get off work! My knight in shining armour comes riding up on his CRV ready.to.go!

We drive back to Ikea. We go inside. We (quickly) browse the other beds just to make sure this is the one I want. It is. We go downstairs. I smash my finger in the process of purchasing. I don't care. We load it in the CRV and it fits! It fits!

Now, this whole time I've been all, 'what if we can't put it together,' 'the instructions don't have any words on them,' 'I'm incompetent,' 'I can hardly build a PBJ sandwich.' Obvi, these were stupid thoughts because WE CONQUERED IKEA BOOYAHHH and set this beeha up just in time for bed and it is looking good.

Here is my bedspread (this isn't my bed, duh, just a little visual action for you. Real pics to follow later..?maybe.)

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So in conclusion, may I please remind you that it does not say RSVP on the Statue of Liberty! Woah, just joking.


But seriously, in conclusion, I'm so pumped to no longer be sleeping on the floor like the sketchy fool I am but instead to have this cutie to slumber in for the rest of the year. Thanks Cody, you're the best, duh!

Accessorize Yo-self

I want a bunch of these, s’il vous plaît.

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With cute cute Moroccan sheets.
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Hello robin's egg chandelier.
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Aren't these random spoon thingys super cute? They are. Just agree with me.
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Oh my gahhh it's getting warm enough for this!!! Legs! Glitter pumps!! Hooray!
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Joy to the mofo world, spring is here!