Chopped

Its spring!  At least that's what the calendar says.  These flurries might say otherwise, but I'm soo ready to do some spring cleaning.  You feel me?  Time to air out the old and bring in the fresh spring air and energy. This time of year, I'm constantly cleaning out drawers, donating old clothing, shifting and reorganizing to make my life more streamlined.

In addition to organization, I like to give my life a little face lift every now and again.  I tend to decorate my house seasonally, shifting and moving furniture and other odds and ends to match my mood and the time of year.  Georgia shared with you my new wood floors, and I'm in the process of planning an overhaul for my living room.  On a budget.  Like, all I can afford is paint and lampshades.  But it's going to be cool!  It's a part of who I am, I think, to want to change up and make beautiful my surroundings.

And sometimes, I look in the mirror and think, girlfriend, let's switch it up.

What do you mean, switch it up? You look great....(that's sarcasm, in case the sarcasm font doesn't show up.)

Confessions of a Leap Year Baby

Birthdays are fun, right? Remember back in elementary school when you would bring in a special treat for your birthday and everyone would sing to you and your teacher would say really nice things about you?  I got to do that twice.  When I was eight and twelve.

In kindergarten, when I was turning 1 1/2,  my very sweet teacher pulled me in front of the class on my "birthday" (February 28th) and gave everyone a lengthy explanation about leap year, which involved a beach ball sun, a globe, and me demonstrating the earth's orbit.  I did my best to nod, smile and add in a few tidbits of information -- and generally just tried to appear way less confused than I actually was. Am.

This is what 15 months looks like

Right now, Grace is napping and I am struck by how much she's changed the past few weeks.  I've gotta write some of this stuff down so I don't forget.  This kid is amazing.  So smart, so sweet, so fun...so much personality.

Guest Post

Well hello everyone.  I'm Georgia, and I'm just delighted that mummy is finally sharing her blog with me.  It's about time, really.  I can't tell you what she's put me through the past year...really, bringing home that demanding little cry baby Grace, thinking she can just GO back to work, never letting my bestie Bellina come to visit, hardly letting me vacation at Grandma's...it's almost criminal.

But this latest stint? THIS IS WHERE I DRAW THE LINE.  Read on, dear ones, and I am sure you will see what I mean. Sure I love her, but she's just so unfair.

Coming Home

Would you rather show up for a party under or overdressed? It’s a strange feeling, when you show up somewhere having totally missed the mark, attire-wise. With the first glimpse of a patent leather pump, everything you thought the event was going to be is chucked out the window while you search for some red lipstick, something, anything, to help you find a place in the orbit of the party for which you are clearly not prepared.  Oops. I now tend toward overdressed.

when in doubt, wear a tutu.

Why it feels as though I've been punched in the gut.

Can I let you in on my dirty little secret?

I bought a tanning package.

You might wonder WHY a twenty-first century lady like myself would spend a couple of minutes a day, a few days a week in a cancer bed when she absolutely knows better?

  Let me show you.

Surprisingly, my employer has not yet issued pink gorilla suits as standard wardrobe, so thankfully, that is not me in the photo above.

Holidaze

Guys!  It’s a new year!  I hope you’re off to a great start.  We had a great holiday, and now that things have settled down, I'm excited to share some of the highlights of our Christmas.