via le love. Really, I would. (Even though I’m not so great at flirting.)
photo by hilda. Ooooh, wouldn’t this be lovely? A boy, a picnic, a river, a picturesque view?
photo via cute overload. Cute cute cute cuuuuuute!
The 37 or so ingredients in a Twinkie. Yuck. photo by dwight eschilman via good. This one’s Red 40. Soooo appetizing. I think I won’t be using my food tag for this one, because a Twinkie isn’t, really, is it?
print by depuis via apartment therapy.
photo via 101 cookbooks. This photo is actually from a cooking blog. The recipe associated with it is for a white bean soup. White beans are one of my favorites, so I’ll lust after that photo and put together the soup in the meanwhile.
photo via crooked indifference. In the game of love, I’m more a WALL-E than an EVE.
would have been
via le love. I’ve had this exact thought before, more than once. I’ll ignore the fact that that mostly signals my lack of originality and just enjoy (in that sad way, of course) feeling a little heartsick, these days.
photos by jason and anna via style me pretty. This wedding is somewhere along the line of perfect. Gorgeous and airy and romantic. I really love the above shot of the bridesmaids’ blush-colored dresses hanging. (I keep promising myself that everything I buy, clothes-wise, for the next little while will be blush or champagne colored. If each of those dresses could float over to my closet...
that white bitch.
Holy heck, this chick Nicole James is absolutely hilarious. I kinda want to move to Chicago and try to become bffs with her. She’s probably way out of my friend-league, though. Bummer. Anyway, all of her stuff is genius and hysterical, but this post especially really cracked me up.
photo via design*sponge. Hey there, adorable kitchen. I think I love you.
The house I’m staying in is awesome. They have super good taste and their house is full of really nice decorative touches that represent a defined aesthetic without being necessarily trendy. I really love it. Sometimes I feel like the things I see on design blogs are too over the top representative of a certain view, and bound to be obsolete in a few years, but this house feels genuine and...
My new pal. It’s fun to have a doggie for a little while, but I’m pretty sure that I’m going to miss him a lot when this housesitting gig is over. He’s such a sweetheart. (Dogs>Cats, for sure!)
Twenty-four, oh my goodness. Went out for birthday dinner with a few friends at Yeah! Burger, a new build-your-own burger joint on the west side. My veggie burger topped with organic lettuce, tomato, and jalapeno and a side of hot relish was pretty delicious. Birthday was fun, too.
So this was technically taken on June 12 (wee hours), but it was part of the night of the eleventh, so I’m posting it here. We went to one of my favorite bars to dance and then I guess decided to walk over to the Clermont Lounge, an Atlanta institution where the strippers are crazy old and not particularly attractive. It was actually a little sad and after maybe half an hour a few of us...
Darn, y’all. It somehow just dawned on me that twenty-three is prime. I love prime numbers! And tomorrow I turn twenty-four.
photo via ohdeedoh. The problem with Apartment Therapy is that my tastes tend much more to Ohdeedoh, their kids’ site. My bedroom will always look like it is occupied by a twelve year old. Fabulous. Anyway, this rocks.
Bright side: Crying over something as opposed to nothing doesn’t feel quite as pathetic.
I’m pretty classy, y’all.
As soon as I finished Norwegian Wood, I started reading The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle. I like it, but Norwegian Wood was somehow really, really special to me and the Wind-Up Bird Chronicle doesn’t quite compare. Anyway, it’s nice to be reading again.