coastin'

monday happy m'loves.

today is a busy day of spinning, tucking, twisting, curling, and smiling.

the fall silhouette is long and lean {tuxedo suits and long skirts} and i'm off to get my clients ready.

a giant "THANK YOU"  to coast magazine for my recent write-up, and an even bigger "THANK YOU" to ralph palumbo, magician photographer, for making a flu-ey katie camera ready.

weekend happy

hello i love you won't you tell me your name?

what's in your pocket for the weekend lollipops?

tonight, i plan on losing my voice with mumford and son's.

tomorrow, more shouting {microphone assisted} with my gangsta's looking to sweat and crush the constant inner babble of our brains.

tomorrow night i plan on losing my mind in hunkiest's sweet talk and sugar kisses. hopefully with a grilled cheese sandwich thrown in the mix somewhere.

more holla' and calorie crush on sunday morning to help stave off planned damage from deep fisted, easter candy basket binge later.

i'm a sucker for pretty.

marshmallow, nougat, white chocolate, marzipan....flavors which normally produce an upturned my nose; belle them up in lavender, aqua, celadon, azure, a dusty pink?!?! and i'm a sticky-fingered walking mallomar.

so share with me..i adore your comments.

are there champagne brunches in your future? peeps? eggs to be dyed? or are you more: easter's here?

weekend happy to you m'loves!

march

true to form, monsieur march came in like a lion;

surly and base, big paws swiping madly in the air.

agile as a cat, i luckily avoided any pops or scrapes to the face and bod.

silly little lions can't knock me down;

i'm always ready for a nice tangle and scrap.

scratch that. not true. pants on fire.

i HATE confrontation.

i'm quite the chicken.

cluck. cluck.

i'd rather hold my tongue than rumble.

my legs have a nice cozy spot for my tail.

but with all the bumps and barnacles i must share what else march has tendered:

homemade key lime pie.

mumford and son's tickets.

this year's first bloom of my jasmine plant.

a friday evening of french cuisine and friends.

new screen doors throughout the house.

a family dinner.

new bedroom furniture.

my dad's birthday.

my mom's beautiful smile.

spin and pilates students giving me goosebumps with their dedication.

blog posts making me cry, scream with laughter, and happy dance {sometimes all at once}.

my beasts discovering the art of spooning.

plum blossom bath soap.

pink nails.

hunkiest.

and finally the privilege of talking to you m'loves.

thursday happy to you!

happy weekend

dahlings what are you plans for the forty eight hour holiday? dancing? drinks? dates? my plans aren't set.....yet. i know there will be huffing and puffing, and tucking and squeezing. and that's just when i'm on the clock.

one thing i am craving is more girl time.

belly laughs. the crying that unclogs that thing in your throat that's been there for months. head on my shoulder as i play with your hair, looking for split ends. omitting prepositions and nouns......we know what you mean. your index finger to the sky swirling, head bobbing up and down, eyes rolled.....even with your mouth full of chardonnay it's crystal clear: your husband's boss' wife, the one who got so wasted at the christmas party, wants to be best friends and won't leave you alone.

i need more of this. even better if we don kimonos, smoke from long pipes, and play dominos.

happy weekend. love, katie

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pretend monday

i'm going to pretend i'm wearing this outfit all day long. as i go from spin class to pilates back to spin class one last time to pilates. i'm going to live in my fantasy land where i am wearing this outfit catwalking over the stoned, rainy streets of newport beach;  clutch in tow, eyes smokey, lips pursed, and a sultry, sour pouty faced expression exposing my disdain for all matters frowzy and inelegant.

happy monday.

love,

katie

aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

my rope. end of it. me. hello.yesterday's first french press: 4am, first spin class: 6am..........end of last class: 9:40pmcomplete sentences ceased around noon; caveman tongue takes less energy and faculty.spin class:  gear...more.....bike..........must go faster........... pilates class:  stomach ......be flat...... leg......lift higher........good.......last week a girl fainted in my saturday pilates class. we were doing standing leg series at the wall. i swear i saw brain as her eyes slot machined back into her forehead. i haven't been able to shake the fear of someone fainting now. every time i ask them to stand, huge waves of panic crash over me. i'm convinced they're all going to faint. all at the same time. dominos. instead of watching pelvic girdles and ribcages,  i'm looking at everyone's eyes terrified they're about to lose conciousness. they think i want to make out. i will if you PROMISE not to faint!!!!thank god i'm able to push the morphine starbucks button every two hours: more coffee!! more coffee!! more coffee!! more coffee!!! venti! venti!! venti! maybe if i say it in russian or chinese they'll go bigger than the venti?!?!?  i'd like a giant ass'd, extra-hot, mutha-fuckin, black, non-sweetened, no-room for cream drip......please.(twice) i, furiously, busted out of my driver's seat, only to be thwacked right back in by my seat belt.........of course with others watching.so here i go again, on this last day of the week. second french press of the day. my hair doesn't frizz, but i'm convinced my eyeballs do. frizzy eyeball girl. tis moi. all i know for oprah-sure is that i can't stop buzz~buzz~buzzing; and all i want to do is drown in creamy, white sheets.for now, i'm going to just sit here for a moment in my "hand" chair and regain a little composure.happy weekend,katie