Recession. Yup, that’s Santa, on a scooter. A scooter with reindeer antlers attached to the bug screen. (photo author’s personal, and prideful I might add, collection)
The good ones squeeze your bum in their sleep.
Sleep groping.
Sigh. I’m allergic to (wait for it, weird factor upping) pineapple. Just a little juice makes my throat all scratchy and sandpaper-ey. Eating it gives me open sores in and around my mouth. Which I hear is uber chic in France or wales or Zimbabwe or something. I must have ingested some on accident at a cocktail party this past weekend, making me a scabby mess today. Ick. Also, I can pretty much eat only bananas and oatmeal without irritating my mouth. Couldn’t I have a cool epi-pen allergy or something?
It’s Christmas time! (photo and design by author)
Since my wedding I’ve started to put on weight and it’s BEYOND frustrating! I know WHY it’s happening; new house and projects, 6 designs in two months, teaching and Christmas a-coming, there’s been no time to hit the treadmill and eat properly. It sucks and I must find a balance soon!
Hardwood floors are curently and furiously being laid in our new home!
They’ve made it to the states… though surely pepridge farms musts be inferior the Aussie variety?
Birthday! Mmmmm, braised beet and ricotta ravioli with a toasted walnut brown butter and Parmesan shavings…
The past year of my life has brought dramatic changes, most of them good, even when they felt bad at the time. Like getting let go, née fired, from a job I hated in a toxic enviroment then getting taken to court months later over rightful unemployment payments. I make half as much now but am a million times happier, not to mention how lucky I am that my amazing husband supports my dreams and encourages me in my career. Speaking of which, in this year I was proposed to, planned and executed my wedding, and bought a house in the same week! With any luck (and we could use it, homeownership is fraught with unexpected, backbreaking and expensive suprises), my husband and I will be celebrating our first Christmas, in our first year of marriage in our first house (with new hardwoods, painted trim, new wall colors and the worlds tackiest bathroom)!!!
I’ve been paranoid and negative about getting older and birthdays for years now, 26, in my opinion being the best age ever and I never want to get any older. Alas, every year, even the good ones, rush past and this year I find myself staring down thirty (shiver… anyone else feel that?). So while I CANT WAIT for all the next stages in my life, I just wish I could be eternally twenty-something. I know my mind won’t get older (hee hee), but my body better enjoy this last year year of my twenties.
Oh yeah, it’s my birthday…
Damn you Piperlime and your easy and convenient multi store/product access accompanied with free shipping and 20% off entire purchase!
Its totally your fault I now have a Men’s short tee-Men’s long waffle knit-Women’s GAP jeans-Woman’s sweater-Baby Girl Velour pants-Baby Girl Sweater-Baby hat and mitten, coming to my new door.
Not my fault at all. Really. Ooops.
(also, “baby girl”? my neice, so nobody get any ideas…)
