Technically this ‘happy’ happened sometime last week. My curly haired boy has an adorable nephew. He is six, and he is cuter than any of your nephews, that’s how cute he is. We ate dinner with my curly haired boy’s family, and instead of playing with his new Pac Man game or his hot wheels or his nerf guns my ‘not nephew’ begged and begged us to tell him scary stories. One after another, until we were all out of six-year-old appropriate stories.
THEN we played with the pac man and the hot wheels and the Nerf guns.
I’m a big fan of blazers, I think I look weird in cardigans. But the lines of a well structured jacket always flatter me. This one is new. It was on sale at Express but I still paid more money for it than I probably should have. I’ve been on the lookout for a non-black blazer. (Because I already have 2 of those.) I love it, I have worn it everyday since I bought it, because we’ve had a cold snap here (curse you spring).
It may not look super great in the photo but I wore it Saturday out with friends. Walking to my car from the restaurant a cab driver offered me a ride, a free ride. I declined.
jacket: Express, pants & shirt: Gap, shoes: payless, necklace: Just Creations (a fair trade store down the street from me), guitar pick earrings: present from my friend Justy
I live in Louisville, Kentucky. That is pronounced ‘Lou-ah-vul, Ken-tuk-ee’ for those people born somewhere they pronounce the letter ‘L’ like it is an actual member of the alphabet.
It’s something of a ‘midwestern city in a southern state’. Although some friends from the deep south have disagreed with the term ‘Southern state’ in reference to my bluegrass state.
And they are right to judge, we DID switch over to the winning side during the Civil War. However I would argue that any time you are in a restaurant and you order an iced tea and the waitress asks ‘Sweet or Un-sweet?’ Then you are in the south.
But maybe I am wrong and this happens other places?
I am also providing you with my FOOL PROOF sweet-tea-at-work recipe.
What made me happy today… window on the wall. So I pulled this window out of my neighbor’s trash MONTHS ago. I love the way old windows look hung on walls. And I thought there was something awesome I could do with it. It sat around forever in our ‘guest room’. Until today.
Thanks to some tips and some inspiration from the lovely Jane at The Borrowed Abode I finally hung it up. I just used a couple D Hooks on the back of the window. Which something that is so simple but, I NEVER would have figured out without Jane’s help. I also picked up some extra little hooks at the hardware store, to expand my necklace storage. These are some drawers (that I also pulled out of the garbage) that I stacked on their sides to form some shelves. The original display on the right uses the pulls I took off the drawers. The side on the left just uses some cheap gold hooks from the hardware store.
I love me some colored tights. (Mine are purple today.) I know they are cliche and trendy, and I’m certain that in 20 years or so I will look back on them fondly but any daughters I have will look at the photos and go ‘Mom what were you THINKING?’
Which is what I say every time I see photos of my mother wearing gigantic eye glasses in the 80′s. Then I pull on my skinny jeans, don my over sized sunglasses and strut from the room in my platform espadrille wedges*.
*I don’t actually own any platforms, espadrilles, or wedges. But I do love my skinny jeans and giant sunglasses. Which are COMPLETELY different than the glasses my mom used to wear. (Mine are SUN glasses)