The Good, The Bad and the Ridiculous…

The Good:
-I start French classes next week.
-The surprise party my friend and I threw another friend went perfectly!
-I switched gyms and my new gym lets me use a nearby Holiday Inn pool and whirlpool, the whirlpool is so great for my back.
-Wedding season is in full swing…I’ve gone to two family weddings already, four of my friends are getting married in the next four months, Boyfriend’s high school friend is getting married, and then one more cousin.
-Work is giving me more responsibility.
-Boyfriend and I are doing really well! It’s really…effortless.
-Boyfriend gets along with all my friends, everyone approves and his friends and I get along too.
-The house feels like home now…even though my couches aren’t here yet.
-In a couple days one of the nicest girls I’ve ever known will be getting married and a few of my university friends will be crashing here…my first houseguests!
-Rosie’s bridal shower had the best damn cupcakes EVER!

The Bad:
- I have nothing to wear! I need a dress for these weddings…a dress as in one dress that will go to five of the above weddings.
-Weddings are expensive… 
-The bakery that made Rosie’s bridal shower cupcakes is far, far, far away from me.

The Ridiculous:
-I need a new chiropractor…because mine quit, closed up shop on his practice and went to Africa to find himself.
-There are no dresses in the world! I’ve been on a mission for a great dress to wear to all these weddings…there’s nothing out there! It’s all too promy or old ladyish or hookerish or just plain ugly. *sigh*
-I’ve been craving more of those cupcakes!

Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it…

Ice ice baby…that’s right. I know all the words. Still to this day.

I was driving to work the other day, windows down, when this song came on the radio….naturally I had to turn it all the way up and sing along.

I have no pride.

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I am mean and scary. Intimidating to the nth degree. 

Its the only possible explanation I suppose….I was conducting an interview a couple days ago for a position I have open right now. About fifteen minutes into the interview when I was asking the candidate questions about his various abilities and experience as outlined in his resume….when he started crying. So here were are in a boardroom and I have a grown man crying because I asked him questions about his familiarity with software programs.

I’m sure he handles criticism well though…right?

 

 **Update: For all those of you wondering what I did…I gave him a moment to pull himself together (he didn’t), so I pretended there were no tears, thanked him for coming in and walked him out.**

Milk Crates and Cushions

As we all know, I bought a house recently and with houses, apparently, you need furniture. Not only do you need furniture you need all sorts of things…like oven mitts and bathmats and every five minutes you’ll think of something else you need and it will be puncuated with alot of swearing.

And then you will add it to the either the list of Things To Buy Now, Things to Buy Soon-ish, Things To Buy Eventually, and/or Things to Buy That Cost Too Damn Much and Take Too Long to Arrive.

And then you get overwhelmed and decide to ignore it all. Ignore everything. I am an ostrich. Head in sand.

That’s when the next thing that you need pops into your head and you search for a pen to add it to the Lists.

Oh I have all those lists….and they are full! Designers and furniture sales people and magazines keep bandying about words and phrases that I don’t understand like “chinoiserie” and “holistic design principles” and the “over saturation of the casual market” and I can feel my eyes glazing over. Because honestly? I have no idea what that means. All I want is some furniture starting with the living room.

I found a lovely sofa at Pottery Barn with a matching loveseat that I wanted in chocolate brown microfiber…only to be told in Canada it is only available in three shades of beige. My walls are beige, my carpet is beige, I’m beige…too much beige. Personally I find sofas very boring and haven’t come across anything that’s made me weak with wanting for it…and at the price tag I think it really should. I don’t like recliners or sectionals….but then I found a fabulous leather sectional made by a local manufacturer but with an astronomical price tag. So it would be nice to have furniture I love and will be happy with and want to keep forever and ever and ever because I could get ALOT of shoes for the price of a sofa!

I have come across dozens of ottomans that I have taken a liking too…I shall have a houseful of ottomans! Ottomans for everyone! Real furniture is overrated!

The scary part about this? I am having dreams about sofas and coffee tables and bolts of fabric…

Of Pantsuits and Trapeze Dresses

 

     “I have always believed that fashion was not only to make women more beautiful, but also to reassure them, give them confidence.”
~ Yves Saint Laurent (with Catherine Deneuve)

 

Yves Saint Laurent, one fashion’s greatest, and one of the last remaining couturiers passed away yesterday…

 

Anybody Home?

My best friend came over last week, for the first time, to see my new house and find a patio to soak up the last of the day’s sunshine. As I live in a townhouse, like the ones above, all the units are identical.

After parking in my driveway she spent about fifteen minutes ringing the doorbell…fifteen minutes of not getting a response. Fifteen minutes of ringing the doorbell and wondering where I’d gone off to that I wasn’t anwsering. Of wondering why there was such a large, and well used, ash tray on the porch when I don’t smoke. Of wondering when I’d started gardening and bought so many flowers. And, in all this time, with all these thoughts, I wasn’t anwsering but the door was unlocked…so she opened it up and yelled “RUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUBY” …before realizing it was chock full of furniture and very lived in.

Unlike my house.

Because it was the neighbor’s.