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The royal wedding seems to be everywhere this morning and I can’t help but be transfixed by the pomp and circumstance of it all. I’m a huge sap for weddings as it is—I always get butterflies thinking about all of the emotions and love that fills the day. A royal wedding has all of that, plus carriages! and tiaras! and real princes and princesses! What more could a girl ask for?
For what it’s worth I thought Kate Middleton looked spot-on. Her dress was beautiful but timeless, and appropriate but interesting. Her veil—oh, her veil!—complemented the dress and the to-die-for vintage Cartier tiara beautifully. Kate—err, Catherine, Duchess of Cambridge—somehow managed to look fit for a queen while staying modern and true to her style. But while I could gush about Kate for days, the true highlight of the wedding for me was the headwear. I have a slight obsession with fascinators and the royal wedding guests gave me just the show I was looking for. My favorites are below. Now I’m off to plot a friendship with an engaged Brit so that I have an excuse to wear one of my own!!
Lady Frederick Windsor, the daughter-in-law of the Duke and Duchess of Kent
Zara Phillips, Princess Anne’s daughter (and Will’s cousin)
Charlene Wittstock, wife of Prince Albert II of Monaco (doesn’t she look like she’s going to the horse races?)
Miriam Gonzalez, wife of Deputy Prime Minister Nick Clegg (this reminds me of a 20’s-era flamenco dancer!)
P.S. How great is the name Pippa? Wasn’t her dress beautiful too?! Ahh, I could go on and on…
Nars lipstick in Schiap. Doesn’t it look great on Charlie?
Easter is hands-down one of my favorite holidays, right up there with Christmas and the Fourth of July. It’s all about redemption, rebirth and (of course) eating chocolate, and its arrival means summer is not too far away. Have a lovely Easter weekend, and enjoy a piece of carrot cake for me! xo
Image via the very talented Sharon Montrose
Let me lay it out on front street for you: when it comes to the whole house cleaning thing, I’m about as reliable as a hungover intern. And I know this, because not only have I had my fair share of hungover interns, but I’ve also been a hungover intern myself. In college I had a job that required me to vacuum a massive floorspace first thing every morning. I worked on Saturdays, and so the vacuuming inevitably came after a late Friday night followed by a far-too-early Saturday alarm. The noise of that vacuum was like a jackhammer inside my brain, and I can’t tell you how many times I tripped over the cord. I also had a habit of looking away while I vacuumed, which resulted in some pretty impressive dents in the floorboards. What can I say, I like to leave my mark on a place.
College job aside, vacuuming is my least favorite chore. Second only to cleaning bathrooms, which I didn’t really mind until my husband started making “get under the rim” jokes while I was doing it. Now the prospect of it makes me want to puke. (In a bag. Which can be thrown out. So I don’t have to re-clean the toilet afterwards.)
Laundry, however, is a chore I don’t really mind…which might be because I love clothes, but it’s probably because it’s a chore that Scott and I can do together. Sometimes he takes the lead, sometimes I do, but at some point it usually ends up being both us surrounded by a heap of clothes, chiding each over who gets to fold what and how it should be properly folded (according to me, all tees should be folded; but Scott thinks that “nice” tees should be hung, which confuses me because is there really such a thing as a “nice” tee shirt?). The chiding takes my attention away from the fact that I’m doing a chore, and before I know it, everything’s folded and we’re on a race to put things away. Note to self: chores are more fun in tandem. Now if I can just find a way to make toilet scrubbing a couples ground tandem activity.
Which chores do you like or loathe? I’d love to hear!
Have you guys heard about Girl Talk? No, not the board game you played as a teenager (although I loved that too), Girl Talk as in the deejay. His real name is Gregg Michael Gillis, and he’s a master at creating mash-ups that mix everything from Paul Simon to Lil’ Kim while making it sound completely seamless and natural. I’ve been listening to his music at the gym all week, and it’s by far the best workout mix I’ve ever had. The mash-ups play each song just long enough that you get excited about them, but not so long that you get bored, so it keeps you tuned in the whole time. Even better, all of his music is available on his website for free. Download it here and thank me later. xo
Here are a couple of shots from a dreary April weekend made much brighter by friends, family and a few special treats.
Friday evenings have gotten a lot cozier (and a bit crazier) since Scott splurged on a case of Nugget Nectar, which is now my most favorite beer of all time. By the looks of this photo, Scott agrees. It’s produced in Pennsylvania and can be hard to find, but it’s definitely worth the search. I highly recommend!
Cirque du Soleil Totem is in Baltimore for the month, and we were thrilled when Scott’s parents got tickets for all of us to go. Remember when we saw the street Cirque in Canada? This was similar, except with fewer fire-wielding birds and more acrobatics. We also got to sit in this fancy tent (I love how creepy it looks in this photo).
The hands-down highlight of the show for me was when five women came out on super-high unicycles, which they wheeled with only one foot. The other foot was used to toss and catch bowls onto their fellow cyclists’ heads. So, basically what I do with my free time. (I wanted to take a photo of them, but they didn’t allow photography, so I decided to just grab this shot during intermission, because intermission doesn’t count right? Please don’t report me to the circus police!)
Have you guys seen the new petite dessert line from Starbucks? They have cake pops, mini cupcakes, and whoopie pies that are all under 200 calories a piece. In which case, I’ll take two.
Rocky road cake pop? Don’t mind if I do.
I’m guessing the Frappuccino isn’t under 200 calories. Woops!
Hope you all had a great weekend! Thanks for letting me share a few photos. xo
Ladies and gentleman, it is Mexican Friday and in the words of R. Kelly, I’m about to have me some fun. I can’t wait to dig into some pollo loco tonight, see Cirque du Soleil tomorrow, and then offer up my best Michael Jackson falsetto at karaoke on Saturday night (if you’re in the Federal Hill area, I advise you to purchase ear plugs as soon as possible). Wish me luck, and have a spontaneous, sparkly weekend. xo
I took a nap this weekend. I know this probably doesn’t seem earth-shattering to most people, especially people like my sister, who considers sleeping a competitive sport, and people like my husband, who would happily challenge said sister in that sport. I, on the other hand, am a little too type A for all that. I’ve taken approximately three naps in my entire adult life, not counting those that happen during an illness. I see non-sick naps as a waste of time that could otherwise be spent doing wildly productive things like yard work or shopping or watching marathons of Keeping Up With the Kardashians (yes, that’s right, learning that the walking stick is Scott Disick’s newest fall fashion accessory has become an acceptable way to spend a Sunday afternoon).
What I do with my waking time isn’t the point – no matter how lame I am when I’m awake, whenever I try to take a nap I just lay there and think about all the other things I could – nay, should – be doing with my time. I also never actually think that I’m going to fall asleep, so I never bother to set my alarm clock, and I’m sure you can imagine how that turns out. A 20-minute cat nap turns into a 3-hour dead man’s sleep, and before I know it I’m being woken up mid-REM by the sound of my phone is ringing and I lunge to answer it with no idea of who I am, how I got there, and why someone’s calling me on the phone. Hello? Don’t you know that it’s 4 in the morning and I’m on a business trip to Milwaukee? Oh wait, it’s 2 in the afternoon and I’m at home? God, what am I doing with my life? I should be doing yardwork or shopping or watching E! News Network!
The nap this weekend wasn’t very different from what I described above, except that my husband woke me up an hour and a half in, and then kindly laughed on the inside while I shuffled around the house, asking what my name was and what year we were in, not unlike a female Ozzy Osbourne. Once I had a cup of coffee and remembered my name I felt slightly refreshed, so I’m choosing to ignore the fact that I need a nap babysitter and count the whole experience as a success. If you hear someone screaming Shaaa-RON this Saturday around 3, you’ll know who it is.
Yesterday was one of my favorite days of the year – the opening day of the local farmer’s market! I grabbed my sister and Scott and we walked around checking out all of the vendors. I wasn’t expecting many of the farms to be there this early in the season, but even though the market was only about half full, my favorite spring greens vendor was there, and I also scored some apples (who knew apples bloomed in spring? I always thought they were a fall fruit).
The market has expanded this year – Holliday street now gets closed off for vendors and pedestrians. When I walked by it was taken over by a group of hula hoopers, and since there were extra hoops all around, I couldn’t help but join in! There’s also a new vendor that makes smoothies by powering a blender with a bike. (You can pedal your own for $5, but it’s an extra buck if you want them to do the work).
The city looked gorgeous and people were out in full force. It made for prime people-watching, and I couldn’t help but take a picture of this cute old man in a bright green sweater and yellow pants! Oh, Baltimore, I love your preppy style.
There’s something about the market that makes me get so excited and happy (I’m guessing it has something to do with the food!). It’s one of my favorite places, and I was lucky that yesterday I got to go with my two favorite people. It was the perfect spring day. xo
Here’s a sweet video to brighten up your Friday. Isn’t it amazing how much emotion little Rowan carries in her voice? She sounds like such a knowing five year old! Her cover of the beautiful Caitlin Rose song had me in tears.
Have a lively weekend, and I’ll see you back here on Monday. xo