Fall

Fall is an excuse to eat fattening baked goods flavored as pumpkin.

 

And to feed such to my baby.

 

 

Why is he so special?

Yes I Do!

For real though.  I would love to help you sugars.

 

Let's see how this goes

Late Night.

The results of Late Night Zhushing.  Used to, in a previous life, late night did not include moving furniture around.  Eitherwho. This is what I do when I can't sleep.  Which is almost every night.  Because I have been self diagnosed with pregnancy insomnia.

 

 

So here you have it.  I read somewhere to accent chairs with scarves if you don't need {or want to pay for} any more throws in your living area.  This is a brilliant idea.  Maybe or maybe not we will implement this permanently in our house.

 

As you can tell.  We still need that coffee table.  Or ottoman.  Or Both.  Just kidding not both.  But it has to be el cheapo.  And I had the stupidest of ideas that maybe I'd DIY one...thanks pinterest for encouraging me to practice out of  my scope...but no thanks.  After thought and deliberation and remembering that my DIY interests and abilities fall short of spray paint...I decided to stalk craigslist, amazon, the maxximmista, and other el cheapo-cheaperton avenues of which I hate to admit to purchasing furniture from.  I just ended that sentence in a preposition, I think. 

Here's a few options from Overstock, maybe they'll work, hmmm?

Excursions

Speaking of finds, check out some results of my recent excursions.  Some are purchases.  Some are not ;o)

 

 

 

Super Great.



Maxximmista

Very recently I was wasting time on Instagram and noted a fabby fab post by Furbish Studio of a great Homegoods/TJMaxx/Marshalls {whatever they're all the same thing} accent chair find.  And noted some ruddey rude comment to the effect of,  "Homegoods, oh my gosh, I never find anything there but iron wall art." 

 

This Maxximmista is offended.  Exsqueeze me, ma'am: are you {clearly} mistakenly referring to Kirkland's or are you just confused about life in general?  I resent that.  Because I am a loyal customer.  Here's why:

 

 

 

And yes this last image is in my home, so obviously it is a purchase that I don't regret.  {Thank you Clearance Isle $23 Tortoise Hurricane Vase by Ralph Lauren Home.}  So you can take your snobby snobbery decor attitude and kiss my grits or my great fat toe, or whichever you prefer.  Because that "I think I'm the next Kelly Wearstler" tone just isn't working for me.

Engagement Party!

Remember when about this time last year we went to Charlotte to celebrate some great peeps' engagement?  Well well well this past weekend we had no choice but to head to Belmont for an official engagement party!  My only regret is that I didn't get more pictures, it was beautiful and wouldn't you know it, we had fried chicken and barbeque catered by Dean and Deluca and everyone raved on the organic kale salad.  Welcome to the New South.  {Do not get it twisted: the ham biscuit apps, chicken, que, baked beans and potato salad were on point.}  Thank you hostesses for hosting us!

 

Is it weird that we took a picture of ourselves at our friends' party?  As if it were our party?  Oh well. 

 

PS that dress is totally from Goodwill.  Why do tell you these things?  Oh wait so was the Tory Burch clutch I carried. 

 

My Bad.



And what's a party without a party bus?  We were not in tow as no one wants to ride the party bus with a pregnie.  Yeah I just called all you haters out.  Just kidding.  But they really don't.  

So much for that.

Remember that great DIY chalkboard I went on and on about?  Yes that one.  Well it lasted for about 2 days.

 

What's he going to do with that anyways?

Plans

This just in: I robbed someone on Craigslist.

 

 

Dresser and Side Table for $175.  And with it I am well pleased.  I don't know that I should have it laquored, to be honest.  What do you think?

 

This is the look I'm going for...

{via}

Which is why I bought it for way less on Craigslist as well.  With a little bit of this...

{via}

And bedding such as this...

So that's all I have to say about that.

 

Ensalada

I don't know why I keep running into this on pinterest and instagram but I fixed this salad last weekend and it seems as though everyone else I hold near and dear to my heart did as well.

I was extremely proud of myself despite the minimal effort it took so I figured I'd also share with you my

BLT Salad.

There you have it.  Kind of self explanatory.

 

I don't think you need a recipe for reference for obvious reasons.  However I will say it calls for a buttermilk ranch dressing that I strongly encourage you to decline and opt for a greek yogurt dressing made at home by yourself or yours truly instead-it's so delish and much more nutrish and I'm really big on minimizing the processed foods in the general public.  So there's my philanthropic post for the day.

 

Greek Yogurt Herbed Salad Dressing

1 c Chobani Low-Fat Plain Greek Yogurt

1 T extra-virgin olive oil

1 T fresh lemon juice

1 small garlic clove, finely minced

2 T chopped chives

2 T chopped flat-leaf parsley leaves

Salt and freshly ground black pepper to taste

 

 

**I added white wine vinegar to mine.  Josh thought it was ranch.  I'm not saying.  I'm just saying.**



Sequence of Events

In case you

were wondering about yesterday's sequence of events...

In this particular order:

 

 

 

So I'm overly proud of that ridiculous chalkboard thing that I made because it's so DIY of me.  Thank you to my little friends who taught me how to do it aka literally had to explain step by step the paint to buy, how to disassemble the old frame {that I found in a pile of junk-us in the attic} to spray the glass AFTER REMOVING IT from the actual frame.  And then to top it off I doodled all cute-say in chalk on it as well which is so on trend...chalkboard doodling, so hot right now.  Ok for real though I'm going too use the hell out of that thing.

 



 

Then to make me feel a little more like a reasonable, un-craft lady, I met a sweet treat of a friend at Ashley Christensen's new coffee shop Joule by the babe's new preschool.  And she is right, we are so hipster now. {My gf, not Ashley Christensen.  I mean AC doesn't know me, so we didn't joke about being 29 year old hipsters together over sinfully chic cheddar gravy biscuits.  Obviously. Sheesh.}