weekend happy
just a little closer please.
one more step.
weekend what took you so long?
forgive me if i grip a bit tighter than typical.
this girl may get a little greedy with your time.
hope you don't mind.
weekend happy to you m'loves
weekend happy
it is only with the heart
that one can see rightly; what is essential
is invisible to the eye.
-antoine de saint-exupéry
weekend happy
weekend happy to you m'loves.
i'm on the first flight to the city that never sleeps.
see you monday morning for a recap.
kiss kiss.
weekend happy
dears by the time most of you read this, i will be reaching my 28th hour of wakefulness.
that's actually a misrepresentation.
wakefulness implies eyes bright and energy bursting.
alas, i am neither.
a middle of the night call time has rendered me limp and speaking in baby.
yesterday's nap was as elusive as a healed broken heart.
i come up for air on tuesday. bringing a snorkel just in case.
tell m'loves; what wonderful plans are on deck for your weekend?
happy weekend
m'loves, riddle me your plans of weekend treat.
i will be working the whole way through.
{giant, dramatic, lea michele sigh}
i hope you're getting a giggle from these silhouettes.
designer, wilhelm stahaele, handcuts these vintage silhouettes,
and then adds his own tasty dash of naughty and quip.
each had me chuckling louder than the next.
{ill advised when sitting alone, attempting to maintain that grunge, frustrated writer, coffee house look.but now that i think of it, my extra shiny penny loafers and cotton candy pink ribbon bracelet ridiculed any angst image i was trying to create}
who am i kidding? i'm a preppy poser at heart.
according to wilhelm's website, when he's not frightening small children with his disfiguring looks he schleps his works for profit.
i've saved my favorite for last.
shitstorm is a pet and prized term in our household.
we use it like mustard. and we put mustard on EVERYTHING.
{last night i had a touch of egg salad with my mustard}
happy weekend dears.
happy weekend
tell me m'loves.
what's in your pocket for the weekend?
my dance card is full with basket after basket of laundry load.
{dryer sheets have been re-stocked}
over and out.
happy weekend
dears, what's on your weekend docket?
last night's tea-spoon serving of sleep has me nutty for a nap.
i'm already lining up a giant, non-stop, shut-eye marathon.
i can't complain. last evening's late night revelry was joshua radin induced.
hunky hubby and i had hollywood date night (courtesy of my friend mrs. burns) at the music box for our favorite singer/songwriter.
i'm not sure if it was the live music or the time with hh outside our pocket of pattern, but even with the snippet of sleep, i have recovered a stirring of spirit which had been astray.
off to the weekend i go, a sparkle in my heart restored.
happy weekend
nope. still not sick of the rain.
all you grouchy grumps can stay inside etching wrinkles with those frowned mugs and furrowed brows.
i'll be outside skipping and puddle jumping my way back into childhood silly.
see you on monday dears.
balancing act
and *snap*...
somehow i pulled this extra large, thick crust pizza, with everything on it, week off.
happy weekend loves.
this girl is out of words, steps, and fuel.
literally.
polly the prius has kicked into electric mode.
happy weekend
my sweets,
what yummy concoctions of bustle have you whipped up for the weekend?
hh and i are finally celebrating year #2 of marital bliss {albeit a bit tardy} at a local resort.
for the second anniversary, it is customary to gift cotton.
i'll double dip my chip into that salsa bowl of tradition:
i just wish these linens came with their own handwasher.
preferably something in an ed burns/mark ruffalo mashup.
still nowhere near as hunky as the mister though.
happy weekend loves.
happy weekend
dears, tell me what's on your weekend playlist?
sweeten my ears with plans of frolic and trick.
i'm neck and neck with the beavers and bees in a match of busy.
polly the prius and i are now having a threesome; it's with the 405 freeway.
come sunday afternoon i hope to have swapped bees for bears, when i'll be napping for the gold medal.
play nice. mind your manners.
xo,
katie
i SEE you
holiday weekend stop acting coy.
stomp yourself up to my porch;
better have packed a bag too.
i'm readly to lounge languidly, sip sleepily, and rest richly.
turning off phones, brain, computer, and mouth {you're welcome robert}.
with my summer track on repeat, we'll burn the scent of jasmine one last time;
commemorating our season gone by, making room for period anew.
happy weekend.
happy weekend
i'll take sleep wherever i can find it these days.
i have a bear of a weekend dears.
what about you?
happy weekend
first and foremost. it seems i was a bit vague in yesterday's cheetah post.
my tongue is still in my cheek dears. no, i did not really want that cat for my wedding.
maybe him. but not cheetah.
moving on......
sometimes this is my idea of dreamy.
but then i get a glimpse of those grey-green, blue, in just the right light, eyes of my hh, and my fantasy world resembles a scene more comme ça.
a little coffee, conversation, and confidence (pronounced "con- FY-dence"-let's not lose our minds).
soon my inhalations take on a greater depth, and that awful tangerine noise machine i have inside my body, soothes into a misty mint green.
the clouds and i waltz anew.
happy weekend.
happy weekend
talk to me billy goats. what's playing in your ears this weekend?
the in-laws are arriving and i'm brushing up on behavior best.
i'm on bended knee asking for sweet, continued slumber.
my old friend, insomnia, has been knocking of late.
we know what a bad date the medicine cabinet and i last had;
i now know not to answer that text.
counting buddhas and drinking tea to hopefully remedy this bout of sleeplessness.
cheers to a restful weekend.
come visit me today with the adorable girls at sweet nothings.
they graciously invited me to guest blog. love them!
weekend brunching
pink patent leather pumps and pink polka dots.
burrata so fresh it spoke italian to me. arugula with tomatoes still dusty from the vine; just the way i ordered them.
scrambled eggs and fontina...why, of course? asparagus, and more arugula. i think i could open my own dairy with the amount of butter used in this le creuset alone.
when in faux itailian newport coast fancy schmancy restuarant one must do as the faux italian newport coastians do: order mousse al cioccolato.
by the time the check arrived, the pink polka dots were more resembling that goopy, blobby lava lamp shape. i noticed the waitstaff hiding silverware from me. i needed to get out of my dress, and into a nice elastic waistband.
happy monday y'all.
sign me up
how did i live without sally brooks in my life?
thank you rockstar bill for bringing this lovely madness to my attention.
WARNING...if you're not a fan of spikey, tarty words that rhyme with dutherplucker; you may want to skip this post....twirling and fanciness {i'm sure} will be back on monday.
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happy weekend.
weekend
it's worked. the images have worked. no matter how delicious the key lime pie or side splitting the story, i can't get the oil-coated pelican off my brain.
friends visiting from the east got a taste of my grizzly, murky mood this past weekend. while they delighted in lobster spring rolls and wedding plans, i plotted how not to drive my hybrid as much.
i feel so responsible. i unplug every unused cord and even some that i DO (kinda) need. penance for all those times i unplugged my brain.
today i'm wearing moody as my accessory.
{let's be honest, i've been channeling sylvia plath since age 7 }
i'm not complaining. i'm just sad for the state of status quo. i get my hopes up and think we're better than where we are.
yet, then i'll drive around looking at people's bumper stickers; next thing i know: i'm in a corner, fetally rock back and forth, singing "landslide" with my thumb in my mouth.
i'm sure by tomorrow i'll be pirouetting, peonies in my hair, with a case of the giggles.
i'm a loon. my favorite foods are kale juice and cupcake frosting (preferably pink). there's no sense to be made...
happy monday friends.