Two posts in one day! Aren't you the lucky reader?
That last post was rather intense, wasn't it? I wasn't entirely prepared for such soul-searching when I began my age time-lines, but now that I'm in the thick of them, I can't exactly abandon ship. But I can put a nice chunk of time in between heavy posts so this doesn't become the blog where we all must hide our razorblades. (She Likes Purple: Where You Shouldn't Have To Hide Your Razorblades.)
Now, let's move along to something fluffier, like the size of my thighs. I'm recommitting to this same, pesky diet I've been involved with but mostly ignoring for months and months now. Sometimes we go weeks enjoying one another but I inevitably toss it aside for a Chipotle burrito bowl piled high with creamy guacamole.
What makes this time different, you ask (great question, by the way). Well, this time I have some serious inspiration, and it comes in the form of this lovely drape-y dress from Francesca's.
It doesn't look so colorless in person—in person it looks heavenly. But it's also the kind of (heavenly) dress I imagine would be rather unforgiving to bulges, so I'll need to drop a few (dozen) pounds in order to flaunt it properly.
(Side question: what color shoes/accessories would you pair with this? Oh, and including links never hurt anyone.)
Now, how was your weekend? I'm dying to know what you did, what you saw, what you bought. I had the house to myself and I believe I mentioned grand plans of massages, manicures, chick-flick marathons but my weekend actually consisted of a lot of unpacking broken up by Soap Net watching (and, fine, champagne drinking and cupcake inhaling). I did have dinner at Mike's cousin's house on Saturday night and spent most of Sunday with my mom, shopping and taking in Definitely, Maybe for the second time. Mike gets back today, and although the house isn't as "put together" as I would have liked, it's getting there. And getting there is better than "still looks like total and utter crap," right?
I also wasn't snatched out of my house this weekend which was actually a concern since, as I tell Mike just constantly, I'm quite snatchable. There were only a few suspicious noises I forced Molly to investigate and they turned out to be nothing more than the air-conditioner kicking on (twice) and the air-conditioner kicking off (three times). I swear it sounds just like someone typing when it kicks off, and I sat straight up in bed all three times and thought, completely seriously, Is someone on our computer? Now, wouldn't they have been the most boring burglar in history.
Here's to a happy St. Patrick's Day, whatever it is you have up your sleeve. I had grand plans to make this cake tonight, but something tells me it's not the best way to kick off a diet.
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And on a final and unrelated note, are you going to BlogHer? Do you need a roommate? Kristabella, a funny and snarky Chicago-based blogger, is looking for someone to room with in July. If you are in the same predicament, please contact me or Kristin, directly. You and your liver won't be disappointed.