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Lillian Sale

today was the last day of the online lilly pulitzer sale...so i made myself more than welcome.

just a few pieces i thought were a little sophisticated fun!

and wayyyy on sale. i mean way.  my tote was originally full of and or greater than $500 worth of merchandise, but that is not our reality*

*10 points if you can name which housewife's husband chooses this phrase to describe their lifestyle.

so i had to narrow it-on-dahn-nah.

right as i was reveling in my fabulous money saving online shopping experience, and by the way-did i mention i was working against the clock? lillian extended the sale to 4pm, that's 1600 my time, and apparently when you start online shopping at 3pm, that's 1500 {also my time} online shopping is not as quick as one might think when one would like to find ones size in tops, bottoms, dresses and accessories so we're talking, click click click, review the order at 3:59pm, {you got it, 1559}-anyway, i'm off topic, story of my life, ok i'm checking out, and some lilly loving slut puppy swooped in and bought this gem right from under me!!

ugh. its green. its toile. it's tastefully detailed...you know what, it's best described...by the maker herself {yes i believe lilly said this verbatim}

"FINAL SALE! Prim and polished the Hayes skirt showcases lady-like in a new spotlight. Paired with any of our spring blouses or tops it's the perfect skirt for transitioning into spring.

Short simple skirt with ruffle and buttons. Approx. 15 1/4" from top front center to hem. Dry clean only. Boucle Blend."

why wouldn't you want it right now now now?!  I can't say I blame the little thief.  So the powers that be in the lilly pulitzer online shopping store felt comfortable just removing it from my tote as someone else in the world was also racing against the clock in the lily sale of the summer.  whitegirlproblems.

Leftovers

i've come to the realization.  that i. am getting more and more boring by the minute. 

i just had a conversation, in which i was completely absorbed in talking to my BFF*

*ode to my young fun loving self

     about how thrilled. yes thrilled. i am to create new meals out of leftovers.  leftovers is such an unfortunate word.  i am crying as i type this. ok who am i kidding; i'm not crying because its not sad; its fabulous and exhilarating. {are you aware that i will keep a bunch of rotten bananas because there is excellent chocolate chip banana bread to be had...?!**}

**now this just feels like desperation

     let me just take the time to express to you. how fabulously exhilarating it is to be resourceful. seriously, typing this is depressing and scary at the same time, can you feel the internal conflict i am having with my way fun 'who cares lets take our sweet tea bourbon to bojangles with us' self and my new resourceful working woman wife mother practical self? gah. i'm all about balance, people.  i'm also about catharsis so i have to get it off my chest

whats that internet explorer commercial turned radio song because everyone pumped up the volume when it came on during breaks of their most favorite show, GCB***

***you'll rue the day my show was cancelled!!!

"I CAN'T LIE NO MORE I CANT HIDE NO MORE GOT TO BE TRUE TO MYSELF..!!"

no seriously.  i took the roast we ate last night and made a delicious and nutritious Paula Deen Beef Stew ...ok left out the oil and added veggies.  i actually brought this topic up in conversation {what's worse..on gchat} but i have to shout it from the rooftops! i'm boring but there's supper on the table, and you're welcome over if you'd like some ;o)

i'm definitely not a food photographer; the htc sense isn't really cutting it. hmph.

don't think i wont make our leftover mashed potatoes from last night into loaded broccoli potato soup. 

because i will. and i might just blog about it. and how i added carrots broccoli and asparagus, and how no i will not take credit, thank you,

this is a Whole Foods Recipe  {have i mentioned my crock pot chicken that turns into quinoa/chicken/blackbean enchiladas? how about left over ground turkey {or beef or tofu} is excellent with brown rice in stuffed peppers?! i didnt think so. if you'd like to, i could tell you, if you want, i mean if you care, which you probably dont, but if you do...?}   

dont hate. appreciate.

 

"Let's go to the beach beach..."

so this past weekend we were totally awesome, got out of town and headed to the beach.

this is one of the 71439865 trashy magazine articles i read on the way down.  apparently one of the olson twins, who is ...my little sister's age, has everything possible in common with a 42 year old "loaded" father/managing director of the Carlyle Group {i'm sorry i'm too plain jane to be familiar with this private equity firm...}with a master's degree in: medieval history {thank you Jesus Lord that 'he is not a stuffy guy,' because by all means, then what would we do?!?} hm. maybe she will share her clothes {or cigarettes} with his preteens, margot and julien. 

naow.  do i really have to say much more. or ...does the breakdown speak for itself.  no i didnt put a question mark there because that would indicate i am asking a question.  {which i am not}

i had to turn away from this horrid article because my reaction made me feel like a codgy old lady; naturally i went for something classy and inspiring.  feel free to subscribe to Garden&Gun at any time, you will not regret it and you may find your "boo" aka your "man" aka your "other half" enjoys a little light glossy mag reading as well.

it was just a quick little weekend trip so ultimately we did this all day and shoppy shoppered all night which i thoroughly enjoyed and my husbie thoroughly endured.

we did of course grab a good meal or two and some adult bev-ies. 

and that, friends. is what we did this weekend.  what'd you do? get crazy or lay low?

both are fabulous.

...

look at what i accidentally took a picture of the other day. 

do you know what that is?? then i'll tell you. trash. in someone's car. {passenger seat, to be specific.} i don't think i was able to capture how serious this hoarding issue appears to be as you cannot see the collection that is overtaking the dashboard.  seriously. this man is driving around in a trash can.  and can i just say, that amongst the rotten garbage in this utility van i was unable to visualize {until i drove away} the human being {i'm assuming owner...?} sitting in the driver seat.  who watched me unload my shopping cart complete with child and car seat, turn around, position myself just right, and take a picture of his personal space.  he didn't even roll down his window to tell me to mind my own beeswax.  which i can only assume is because he could not locate the button.

This just in...

This week was the first time ever in my life Joshua baked.  Ever. Without instruction and by his own accord.  That's why he gets a post.  Thank you Joshua these (were from a box) were delish. 

Whitten agrees. Even though he's not allowed to have chocolate, dairy or anything containing eggs.

But because he's so sweet he wanted to be supportive by devouring his oatmeal and then spittling it out in between spoon fulls.

 It's not my fault our baby is a genius.

For the record, this is Whitten in his exersaucer, which Josh calls his "Command Station." Which yes, you are correct, is located in my dining room good Lawd I'm the woman I said I would never ever become, turning my formal dining room into the young'n play room. I am humiliated to admit this right now.  But, to feel way hip and with it, I keep my vintage bar cart in the same room, styled and stocked.  So really it's a multipurpose play room.  For all ages.