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A pie and a beer from Bagby Pizza Company in Harbor East. If you haven’t tasted their thin crust in all of its gooey, crispy perfection, add it to your summer to-do list.
Hope you all have a great long weekend and a warm kick-off to the summer season. It feels like it came so quick—and I know it will be gone just as fast—so let’s all soak it in and enjoy every second of the bbqs, sunshine and fresh fruit. In the meantime, here are a few of my favorite posts this week:
- This made me laugh out loud (some days I can’t help but agree).
- I want to drink one of these this weekend.
- Lisa’s post on the HGTV green home made me drool.
Madewell is quickly surpassing my beloved J. Crew as the go-to place to empty my wallet. While it’s a little weird to think about fall clothes when summer is just now on the horizon, at least I know I’ll have something to look forward to when September rolls around. xo
P.S. Am I the only one who still wants to go back-to-school shopping every September? It’s a tradition that I can’t seem to give up!
Gardens are one of those things that, if you’re like me, you never really thought of until you became a home owner. Then it somehow occurred to you that a few flowers could really spruce up the front of your home, and before you knew it you were aimlessly wandering through the aisles of Home Depot, trying to make sense of words like “partial shade” and “perennial.” You might figure you need a little more help, so you go to one of the upscale local garden centers, but the garden snobs intimidate you, and even the nicest staff there make your head spin with statements referring to climate zones and deadheading. You start to kick yourself for never looking twice at the home and garden aisle in Barnes and Noble.
The truth is, gardening is both a science and an art, and my mother-in-law Gayle approaches it like Picasso. She has an eye for colors and a willingness to mix different types of plants that I would never think twice about. Fortunately, she’s generous with her expertise and our house is close enough that we can take full advantage of it. Over the years, her passion and attention to detail has transformed our little garden from a drab and lifeless patch of land to a plush garden that attracts butterflies and compliments from passersby (not to mention, it makes me smile every time I come home). She’s my flower fairy—a true garden artist—and I am lucky that she’s generous with her skill.
Her are some photos of our garden, before and after Gayle’s magic touch.
Thanks Gayle!! Your passion for gardening has made me look at it in a whole different light. xo
As I hinted in last week’s post, Scott and I recently traveled to Mexico to celebrate the wedding of our friends Josh and Chrissy. I had never been to Mexico before, nor stayed at an all-inclusive type of resort like the Beach Palace, which is where our group held camp. I wasn’t sure what to expect from the resort and was a little worried about how the food and service would be, but from the moment we hopped off the plane everything was taken care of for us. The resort staff were more than accommodating, the food and drinks were good, and our room was spacious and beautiful, with a great view of the Caribbean Sea. As someone who’s used to more of a backpacking style of travel, it was hands-down the most relaxing vacation I’ve ever been on. It was so nice to not have to think–much less worry–about anything for an entire week, and it allowed our big group plenty of time to hang out together and relax in the sun. As my friend Terri put it, “The biggest decisions of my day are ‘Beach or pool?’ and “Margarita or mojito!’” Though I also love checking out hole-in-the-wall places and adventuring off the beaten path when I travel, the all-inclusive way is one I’d definitely do again. If you’re looking to stay in the Cancun area, I highly recommend the Palace Resorts. I also have to give huge props to my friend Chrissy for planning the whole adventure. I secretly want her to get married every year so I have an excuse to go to Mexico.
Here are a few photos from our trip, if you’d like to see! xo
Did I ever tell you about the time that my mom followed a high-speed chase with me and my sister in the car? In her defense, we lived in a small town where not much happened and we were all more than curious about what was going on. I’ll never know how she got that 80’s town car to keep up with the chase, but I remember thinking that it was the most exciting/thrilling thing in the world, and that I had the coolest mom ever. Twenty years later, I still feel the same way. Happy Mother’s Day, Momma! Thanks for giving me lots of freedom, tons of love, and a need for speed. xo
Photo above of my mom with her dad, early 198os. Doesn’t she look timelessly beautiful? I never got to meet my grandfather (he died shortly after this photo was taken, while my mom was pregnant with me) but you can just tell from the photo how much she adored being around him.
There’s a mouse in my house. Not the sweet, Mickey Mouse type of character or the Cinderella mouse that sung sweet songs and tied her hair in a bow. I might actually enjoy a Disney mouse in my house (and my hair might look a little better too). But I don’t have a Disney mouse; I have a ninja mouse. He defies gravity, avoids traps and isn’t swayed by peanut butter or cheese. Seriously, I’ve seen the little guy twice now, and despite setting seven (SEVEN!) different traps, including two different types of traps using two different types of bait, the ninja mouse has defied capture. I picture him descending from our ceiling at night like Tom Cruise in Mission Impossible: he’s doing back flips, nimbly avoiding the lines of our motion-sensored alarm, and generally spitting in the faces of Scott and I (I suspect his little mouse brain is thinking, “Oh, you think you own the place? Well honey
badger mouse don’t care!”) Scott and I are also convinced that he has nunchuck skills, but we’ve yet to confirm.
Do you have any advice for catching a stealth mouse? Please help–if this lasts much longer I don’t think I’ll ever go in my living room again!