Kate Spade added more servingware to my Gwinnett Lane china!
Salt&Pepper, Pitcher, Two-Tier Serving Dish, Cake Plate.
I'm giddy with excitement!
Friday, April 10, 2009
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Guess who's in our bedroom now?
Yes, my rug! She came home last weekend. At first I thought she was too small, but mom showed me where it should be centered to be an accent piece and now I can't imagine her being anything other than what she is.
Biggie loves her too. He stretches, rolls and fluffs himself up when he sits on top of her but the first time he put claws to wool, he got scorned. I bought a pink water bottle at Ikea so that I can spray him if he even thinks about scratching her again. I had to spray him yesterday and he was so shocked. He screamed and whined at me for minutes afterward but I told him he better learn and quick. No one wants to be sprayed by cold water at seven in the morning.
This was the first time I exhibited dominance over my cat.
PS. This picture is dark but note that the wall color is delicious. I am so in love (paint color = Love Story by Benjamin Moore). Each time I walk into our bedroom I feel this incredible sense of calm. It is my favorite place in the whole world right now. I can't wait to finish decorating. You will get more pictures when it is all put together.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Mrs. Shortcake
With the first beautiful weekend of the summer extending into the work week, it was impossible to resist a flat of ripe, sugary strawberries. It felt like summer! They were on sale at Winco for $4.75 and while other people where scrutinizing each flat, the first one I put my hands on contained dozens of perfect specimens. Later in the evening, they made delicious shortcake for me and my hubby.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Oh! Little Lamb
On Gilt Group, LAMB was the special of the day. I tried to figure out if it was worth going penniless for the next two weeks in order to purchase this. I am always coveting Gwen Stefani's handbags. I once debated buying the Rasta hobo and I made Asher stand at the Nordstrom's sales counter while the woman tried to locate it at another store. Thank God they didn't have it in stock. When it became too difficult to obtain, I tried to forget about it. Then today, this little gem showed up. And it is not $525 but a measly $198. Wahahahaha.
No I did not buy it.
Right now I would rather have a beautiful vintage chenille bedspread.
Where have I gone wrong? Or oh, so right? I would rather decorate my pretty bedroom than my wrist. I call that growing up and I'm sneakily happy that I won't get killed by my husband who knows how much LAMB bags cost (but not how much vintage chenille bedspreads cost).
Mother, I have this one thing to say to you....Don't Speak*.
*You have to click on the link to get the joke, Ma. It is No Doubt (with Gwen) singing a song called Don't Speak. Okay, I just explained my own joke, I suck. But please, let's not discuss how much my future bedspread costs. K? Love you!
Babies
Yesterday I came home with groceries and a neighbor was walking her granddaughter. Asher came out to help me and Big Boy came out on the porch. As the stroller passed the porch, the little girl said, "CA!" Her grandma said, that's the first time she's ever said that!
Way to go, Biggie, you have made yourself another fan!
I am starting to get close to wishing for a baby for reals. It's scary because I say that I have always been ready for a baby but when Ness and Dev had theirs, it kind of scared me. The physical aspect of it as well as the emotional impact. The financial part isn't as scary because I know you always figure out a way to do it, though things are easier for us now so maybe I am just feeling more comfortable. Still, it scares me. The needs, the instincts, the sleepless nights.
But looking at this little baby yesterday, the craving came back. Her dad is black and her mom is white and we had watched them walk down the street while her belly grew and grew. Now the baby is about a year old. And I am unnaturally pre-occupied at looking at children like this. It sounds weird to say, even feels weird to think it, but I always look at them like, "maybe my kid will look like you?"
Last week I went to Ulta and there was a mom and daughter there and the girl was in her early teens and mixed race. They were picking out mineral foundations together, of all things.
"I think I'm more caramel?"
"No! You're darker than that!"
"No, ma, look...."
"Oh yeah, you are caramel."
I made a wish for a girl in that moment.
Way to go, Biggie, you have made yourself another fan!
I am starting to get close to wishing for a baby for reals. It's scary because I say that I have always been ready for a baby but when Ness and Dev had theirs, it kind of scared me. The physical aspect of it as well as the emotional impact. The financial part isn't as scary because I know you always figure out a way to do it, though things are easier for us now so maybe I am just feeling more comfortable. Still, it scares me. The needs, the instincts, the sleepless nights.
But looking at this little baby yesterday, the craving came back. Her dad is black and her mom is white and we had watched them walk down the street while her belly grew and grew. Now the baby is about a year old. And I am unnaturally pre-occupied at looking at children like this. It sounds weird to say, even feels weird to think it, but I always look at them like, "maybe my kid will look like you?"
Last week I went to Ulta and there was a mom and daughter there and the girl was in her early teens and mixed race. They were picking out mineral foundations together, of all things.
"I think I'm more caramel?"
"No! You're darker than that!"
"No, ma, look...."
"Oh yeah, you are caramel."
I made a wish for a girl in that moment.
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