If My Blog Were a Plant

If my blog were a plant. It would be angry, like this one:

It would blame me for weeks of neglect and I would feel terrible.

Fortunately, my blog is a blog and if you're still reading this, maybe you aren't making an angry plant face and are as happy to see me as I am to see you again here in this little square of interweb.

So, what's new for you?

I actually finally purchased the table I mentioned a few posts back, finished a TON (or at least 75lbs.) of calligraphy projects AND had some fun engagement pics taken as an early wedding gift by our friend and fabulous photographer Lyndsay Sweeney.

So, back to you...anything new and exciting happen during my disappearance?

Beer Animal Trivia Time

Just a quick post to check in and let you know I'm still among the living. The last week or so has been superuberverymuch busy. Hopefully, things will slow down a bit soon. I have lots to share.

For now though, I leave you with these. See anything? I do.

Vanity Update

I mentioned earlier in the month that I was looking for a vanity so I could stop sitting in floor every morning and feign some glamour and intrigue.

I think I've finally found it...and I'm kinda pretty much super really excited, because it's big enough to have a little desk space too. Well, technically it is a desk.

Obviously, it's not a traditional vanity per se, but I love the idea of mix and match and think this would look great with some bold color or silver metal boxes and a simple black or burnt orange colored mirror. Or maybe one like this:

anthropologie

There are even cute little pull-out surfaces on both sides. I'll probably use these for fresh flowers and fan mail, love letters from other celebrities, my various Academy Awards and Nobel Prizes and maybe some Twizzlers.

Oh...and I think I must also have this chair. the little wooden "x" on the back is made of curved wood from Vietnam. It was also important to me that the chair tuck completely underneath when not in use, which this does perfectly. It shall be mine.

Here's a (grainy) pic I took at the store so you can see how they look together. I realize the weathered natural look is not for everyone, but I think it's fun to match the masculine with the feminine if you will, so there you have it: Vietnamese work table turned girly makeup station. I'll keep you posted.

Images of My Weekend

Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer's day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time. ~J. Lubbock

we forgot the dish scrubby thing. so, i made one.

sunlight and leaves make Freckled Boy drunk-eyed with happiness

or so Herman Melville said...

sometimes it's good to be reminded of your smallness among things

kinda hard to see: he's holding a sign that says:

"I'm Mossome." hee hee.

the end.

The Necessity of Playing in the Dirt

There are so many things to love about living in a busy city. You can have Vietnamese food for lunch and creme brulee for dinner, see the opera on Friday and a Monster Truck rally on Sunday! Sunday! Sunday!

I live in an area just outside Atlanta where I walk to and from work, the bank, the grocery store, the yummy frozen yogurt place, the local pub, the other local pub, the post office, music venues, boutiques, art galleries, the Thai restaurant, the French Restaurant, the BBQ restaurant, the Organic Farm to Table Restaurant, the ...you get the idea.

I love love love it that I'm so close to everything, and surrounded by such diverse and lovely people.

But sometimes...

I just want to watch the leaves flutter without hearing the hum of traffic or the coming and going sounds of those lovely people. I want to be without an agenda. I want to count ants. I want to think about life before the interweb and gps, and mp3's and mpg and so on and so forth.

This weekend, I will do just that. (:

I hope that you all have something beautiful planned as well.

Enjoy! See You Monday.

Every day, on my way home, I walk through Sycamore Park where Freckled Boy and I had our first date (and he later proposed). Sometimes, the view makes me grateful that I'm using my feet to walk and not to press a gas pedal.

I Dream of Food

My calligraphy class was canceled last night due to a sniffly instructor, so I did a little practice at home.

My apologies for the grainy iPhone pics. I have a May resolution to only use my actual camera. (I usually substitute birthday resolutions for New Year's ones and on Seis de Mayo, I turn 31, so the time is near.)

I wrote out a bunch of yummy fake menus last night while eating a black bean burger and mac and cheese from a box. (I wasn't eating them directly from the box. They were cooked first.)

It might have been more fun to write out elaborate flourishing junk food menus. Doritos Flambee avec Twix Petit Fours anyone?