happy weekend
what are your plans for this weekend of remembrance?
hh and i have our swanky-pants wedding where we'll attempt grown up games.
then i'm hoping for the rest of the weekend to resemble this vignette. (i'd even pay extra for the hair).
http://vimeo.com/9720243
this is a little shoot shirley manson and elijah wood did for oliver peoples sunglasses. it looks like the perfect weekend.
clicking my champagne glass to you friend!!
happy weekend
i think i've found my 2 buddies for the weekend.
a sturdy, seen it all, been there before bench to shoulder my frantic body and brain.
a tree. an elder on property. she drapes her gauzy branches low and thick, concealing me from camp share.
for now we just sit.
{they weren't keen on my idea of t.v. tag}
namaste'
happy weekend
darlings..
i'm afraid to even say it out loud for fear it may not come true. but saturday involves my friend cassie,
derek lam (who i'm sure will become my next new friend)
the tod's store,
and me?!
details on monday!!
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happy weekend
dears, what have you planned for this weekend?
in an effort to disburden my doldrums i will be dusting off the ol' beachcruiser.
the wind wafting my hair wispy; i'll coast, standing upright, legs locked, eyes closed, head held pertly up to the sky so that my body can sop up as much breeze to skin action as possible. like limp ranunculus needing the sun to survive i'll be stretching my stem as far as i can out of my vase.
even more fun is when hh joins me, and we ride to our favorite neighborhood cafe for greyhounds and truffle fries. we'll flirt madly, stuff ourselves silly and pedal home like puppies. 
maybe i'll try wearing a fancy dress too. bikes and ballgowns?
you never know what silly combination can dry a tear. these days i'm up for all kinds of crazy.
love. love. love.
weekend round up
bowling, braids, beverages (of the adult variety) and boys.
does it get more fun?
it does.
calico kerchiefs on freshly groomed beasts.
vanilla shakes shared with a steady.
weather so warm play time wraps while the grass is still wet.
an afternoon nap. a blanket of beasts. windows open to the bouncy boats on the bay.
that cup of coffee showing she loves me.
this echoes through the house this time of year. one can't help but smile sweetly, and wish love for others when listening to such pretty music.
and if you can...stay the fuck away.
fancying you the finest week ever m'loves.
happy weekend
2:30 alarm today. has anyone read the healthcare bill? say anything about a national naptime referendum?
all in favor say "aye".
a giant thank you to meghan, shannon and deborah for their meth face advice.
deborah, the last 10 checkups have included a thyroid check. in addition to meth face, i have crazy night sweats (think underage gay boys/studio 54 dance floor).
and when i'm not changing my sopping wet clothes (amazing i found a fella) i'm teeth chattering, freezing cold (wearing a parka in 90 degree weather). yet, my butterfly gland shows normal.
as for the gluten. i've never heard of it causing skin issues. ever since elisabeth hasselbeck stopped eating gluten it's been my mission to consume as much as possible. i'll try the celiac diet, but if i start squeaking in gibberish and quoting unicorns please give me back my wheat.
but give up dairy girls?
as in burrata con foglia and jasper hill cloth cheddar?
like for more than a 24 hour cycle? does this include greek yogurt too?
can't i just hold my breath all day instead? or make out with them instead?
anything, but give up dairy.
(sob)
(sob, sob)
happy weekend
i see you spring......
scarves of silk and swishing skirts are anxiously waiting to come out and play.
it's time for sweet peas and apricots to shoo away the dusty doldrums of season sad.
bows and boudouir.......with remnants still of boyfriend past:
i hear you calling. patience. you'll get your time in the sun.
for now i will steep in these last hours of wistful winter.
maybe the tears outscored the laughs this season,
but, at least once a day, something beautiful took away....my breath.
more squats for katie
[vimeo 9943586]
besides just being a rad song, this video made me feel a little naughty for watching.
impropriety quickly manifested into sick spite as i accepted the fact my bum is far from "on call" for cartoon. even in black and white.
extra side lying leg series today pour moi.
happy weekend loves.
artist/song: sebastien teller "look"
directors: petra mrzyk & jean-francois moriceau
happy weekend
cool beans! we're getting another rainstorm.
kick up my boots i will!
nothing like a rainy weekend to soar my spirit.
march mists rehydrate my gleeful and gamesome cells;
encouraging me to twirl in public again.
a cleansing of extravagance and excess. a replenished bucket of playful.
raindrops.
laughter.
twirling.
bliss.
the things i'll do....
dear me how i love that hh o'mine. let me count the ways.
for months he's been wanting to behold all things blue-faced, 10 feet tall, and sapiently humanoid.
in 3-d no less.
i have thrown out every excuse possible:
swine flu
christmas
new year's
i'm too sad for haiti
olympics (brandi?)
i'm too full from a cupcake binge
i hate james cameron and it kills me to give him money
blue faces don't go with my outfit
i've stalled this outing forever. i was still hoping hh would come to his senses, and remember we don't like movies like this. wasn't that part of the whole courting process? netflix nights where we'd watch documentary after documentary. he seducing me with his cerebral cortex and matinee idol good looks. me gushing over his mismatched, bare bachelor apartment, shaking my head at ridiculous other girls whom might care about decor and design (this still makes me giggle).
where did avatar fit? did he not know me?
bribing me with an extra hot latte (he knows me) we set off for the 3:30pm saturday showing. we sat, for what seemed all of lent, and watched a silly story with amazing special effects.
hh was happy. happier was i who still gets giddy from holding my husband's hand in a dark movie theater.
happy weekend
only three more weeks of winter white. i want to store up the cold like nickels in a ceramic pig. giddy is me seeing my breath in the pitch black morning air.
although, maybe i am ready to whisk away this winter coat?
i am suffering a knotty stomach still, from ill behavior of nights long passed.
gossip girl. me. dreadful. not even a clever one either.
i had been invited to a small group of fabulous women with fabulous hair. feeling wee, pedestrian, and unsure of myself i uncomfortably asked about an item of possible town tabloid as my way of cavorting with these prettier, wittier, and more exceptional girls from private schools. luckily they had more class than miserable me. shut my gross attempt to "fit in" down right away. they don't play that way. no wonder i wanted to be in their group.........
hope you all have a lovely weekend.
in the spirit of keeping things classy, i'm sending you off with victoria.
love,
katie
happy weekend
this weekend i need a roomy shirt. a long, loose shirt with stretched sleeves.
a shirt i can leave untucked so i don't fret about a stomach not sucked in.
sleeves to hide freakish goosebumps. whom appear even when doppler reads 80 degrees. warm (to some).
this weekend i hope to wear a mint green scarf of low blood pressure.
i'm going for a bit of a drive. happily. a treasure chest awaits me. i will gladly stay to the right of everyone else. listening to her, breathing in......
breathing out.
favorite and i will read. feel like i'm missing pages or worse a soul. i need an emotional socket converter because i'm not feeling anything yet, and (oh my) the story is sad. i read. unmoved.
{yet, i saw a pigeon in a parking garage wednesday night, and i boo hooed for 30 minutes straight, imagining he was stuck there away from his family.}
we're waiting for the next available bed at the local sanitarium.
my mind lately is one loud pinball machine. bang bang. bounce bounce.
i want watercolor emotions just for a month.....
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happy weekend
hh and i are in the city for a little bid'ness and family-ness.
i'm not about to let the rain and wind damper my inner tatianna sorokko. i'm embracing street glamour, even if i freeze.
these are inspiring me.
here's to you having a glossy weekend.
happy weekend
wishing m'loves a weekend full of laughter, revelry, relaxation, glee and peace.
the storms in california seem to be easing.
one of our trees was completely uprooted, and flew out of yard. most house plants have been obliterated round here.
which got me thinking.......
here's a sweet, bushy something for YOUR doorstep:
a little gift of greenery from me to you. because, i'm thoughtful.
happy weekend.
love, katie
cloud nine weekend
oh my! don't you just love open weekends that just melt seamlessly from no plans set, let's see where the hour takes us to ....well isn't this delightful and unexpected? this morning i found myself making snow angels lying in bed; giddy still from our joyful non-events.
i think the weather played a major role in my dreamy weekend. seventy degrees, skies pale blue, just enough clouds to make it girly and scenic.
let me summarize (smile).
the beasts got an outing to the park.
football silliness at the local high school.
a presidential 40 yd field goal kick costing hh to fess up the big dough in a lost bet.
i found my new favorite nail shade.
the MOST beautiful flowers (big, fat peonies!!!!!) delivered to my doorstep
a fish taco so delicious, only expletives and moans suffice.
a bubblebath or two. or four or five.
where i finally finished a nice, didn't suck, book of short stories.
all the while green fiddlehead fragranced the house with tea, clean cut grass, and spearmint.
and as you can tell, i'm back to taking photos again. sadly, alice, at only 3 months old, was on the fritz. a lemon. i had to return her. tamra is her replacement. i'm already attached. tamra the camera is a sassy shot and hasn't given me any grief since we've started courting. i think i've found my new dance partner.
happy monday friends!
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Happy Weekend
T'was a long week indeed my friends. I'm entirely spent. I have the listless energy of a houseplant; rousing only with the wind of an open door. Even wearing my fluffy, feather light bathrobe is wearisome.But I do not want to miss my weekend! No going to bed early while the adults cavort into the night. I want to wear a fancy dress that makes noise when it moves, and I want a glass of champagne who's bubbles foxtrot all around my teeth. I want to grab a friend, in matching fancy frock, and find two chandeliers for us to swing upside down with our arms outstretched roller coaster style. Undulating back and forth, back and forth for hours until we get dizzy sick, or have stomach aches from laughing too hard.Yes, the big girl panties were definitely worn this week. I've earned my weekend of rest, rejuvenation, and romping.illustration by Ingela och Vi on jedroot.com