Shut up. Don’t judge me.
Thing I Bought That I Love
Thing I Bought That I Love
Shut up. Don’t judge me.
a little Hollywood glam for an ordinary Wednesday
“I never go outside unless I look like Joan Crawford the movie star. If you want to see the girl next door, then go next door.” – Joan Crawford
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a little Hollywood glam for an ordinary Wednesday
“I never go outside unless I look like Joan Crawford the movie star. If you want to see the girl next door, then go next door.” – Joan Crawford
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| (via: joancrawfordbest) |
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| (via: BrowseTheStacks) |
37 days and counting
Oh, I’m so glad you asked. Yes, I’ve been working very hard on my LIST.
Wanna see my latest progress?
#23 – make ricotta cheese
The recipe was dead easy. 3 ingredients. Even I can handle that.
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| This spreadable deliciousness was a huge hit at the dinner party I attended over the weekend. I think I may have found my new go-to. |
#11 – retry 10 foods I always thought I hated: Cheerios
Not good. Not bad. Kind of bland. But at least they didn’t taste like puke–which was my fear. Win!
#30 – wear false eye lashes
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| creepy, no? |
I wore theses mamas to a dinner party (yes, the same dinner party with my artisan ricotta). They’re freaking eight inches long, right? And, no one said a word. A few minutes after my arrival, I actually sneaked off to a mirror to make sure they were still on there. They were. And still…no reaction. After a while, I figured they weren’t as dramatically insane as I’d thought. The next day, I asked my friend if….ha-ha….she’d noticed that I was wearing freaking eight-inch falsies. She said she thought I’d got new mascara or something, but that my eyes popped. Ok? Hmm. Well, anyway. It was a goal. And an experiment. And I removed the spider legs the next morning. I think I’ll save them for Halloween.
#37 – Take a long walk in the rain without an umbrella
This one took a while, because it’s been unseasonably (ha-ha) warm and dry the past few weeks. But then suddenly, the heavens opened and it poured like crazy all weekend. Well. I grabbed my pink wellies and pink checked rain coat and hit the running trail that I abuse myself on every day. With camera phone in hand, I took a couple shots of things I’d never noticed during my runs. And I must say, it’s quite beautiful. Thanks to the rain, things were green and blooming and just stunning.
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| Self-port of me enjoying the down pour. Too bad I didn’t notice until I was on my way back to the car that my “Big Ass Fans” cap was gone. Sad. |
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| Er…what the devil? I think I would pee my pants if I’d seen one of these nasties. |
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| This kind of wildlife I can handle. |
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| The super sexy soaking-wet “After” shot. My camera lens and car windows were all nice and foggy. |
Since I’m a music junky, during my lovely, rainy walk, my iPod came with me, serenading me with songs from the playlist of my current work in progress…including but not exclusive to THIS, THIS, THIS and THIS. I mentally wrote a new chapter, so the walk was productive for multiple reasons. Score.
37 days and counting
Oh, I’m so glad you asked. Yes, I’ve been working very hard on my LIST.
Wanna see my latest progress?
#23 – make ricotta cheese
The recipe was dead easy. 3 ingredients. Even I can handle that.
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| This spreadable deliciousness was a huge hit at the dinner party I attended over the weekend. I think I may have found my new go-to. |
#11 – retry 10 foods I always thought I hated: Cheerios
Not good. Not bad. Kind of bland. But at least they didn’t taste like puke–which was my fear. Win!
#30 – wear false eye lashes
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| creepy, no? |
I wore theses mamas to a dinner party (yes, the same dinner party with my artisan ricotta). They’re freaking eight inches long, right? And, no one said a word. A few minutes after my arrival, I actually sneaked off to a mirror to make sure they were still on there. They were. And still…no reaction. After a while, I figured they weren’t as dramatically insane as I’d thought. The next day, I asked my friend if….ha-ha….she’d noticed that I was wearing freaking eight-inch falsies. She said she thought I’d got new mascara or something, but that my eyes popped. Ok? Hmm. Well, anyway. It was a goal. And an experiment. And I removed the spider legs the next morning. I think I’ll save them for Halloween.
#37 – Take a long walk in the rain without an umbrella
This one took a while, because it’s been unseasonably (ha-ha) warm and dry the past few weeks. But then suddenly, the heavens opened and it poured like crazy all weekend. Well. I grabbed my pink wellies and pink checked rain coat and hit the running trail that I abuse myself on every day. With camera phone in hand, I took a couple shots of things I’d never noticed during my runs. And I must say, it’s quite beautiful. Thanks to the rain, things were green and blooming and just stunning.
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| Self-port of me enjoying the down pour. Too bad I didn’t notice until I was on my way back to the car that my “Big Ass Fans” cap was gone. Sad. |
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| Er…what the devil? I think I would pee my pants if I’d seen one of these nasties. |
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| This kind of wildlife I can handle. |
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| The super sexy soaking-wet “After” shot. My camera lens and car windows were all nice and foggy. |
Since I’m a music junky, during my lovely, rainy walk, my iPod came with me, serenading me with songs from the playlist of my current work in progress…including but not exclusive to THIS, THIS, THIS and THIS. I mentally wrote a new chapter, so the walk was productive for multiple reasons. Score.
Cover Reveal – My Super Sweet 16th Century
I’m so excited to be part of another Entangled Publishing cover reveal!
This week, I present MY SUPER SWEET 16th CENTURY:
Rachel’s book releases September 11, 2012
My Super Sweet 16th Century, by Rachel Harris is available for pre-order on: Amazon | Barnes & Noble Be sure to add it to your TBR pile on Goodreads!
Connect with Rachel at:
And also, check out this super sweet excerpt:
I hear their muffled whispers and understand every Italian word. Every witty comment made at my expense.
It’s like my brain is automatically translating.
I bunch the soft fabric of the dress in my hand and then reach up to feel the ribbon in my hair. I lightly skim my fingers over my chin and feel my lack of zit. I take in the costumes of the crowd, the stench of the animals, and the Italian I can now speak and understand. And suddenly it hits me.
Reyna must have pulled some kind of gypsy mojo.
Maybe this is one of those nifty “change your life” magic scenarios like in the movies. I mean, mostly I’m still expecting to blink and be right back in the midst of overpriced, gaudy tourism, but for now, the gypsy-time-warp explanation is infinitely better than thinking I’ve lost my mind. As I decide to go with that option, I feel my frantic tension melt away.
The growing crowd seems to notice my change in demeanor and begins shooting one another amused looks, but I don’t care anymore. A smile stretches across my face. Evidently, I was wrong earlier; Reyna is a psychic mind reader, because if this is her special brand of bibbity-bobbity-boo, then she made my exact daydream from earlier in the courtyard come to life.
The long red gown, the braided hair, the Italian merchant’s daughter, the time period. I am in Renaissance Florence.
I stare dumbly at the ground, the words and reality sinking in.
I’m in Renaissance Florence!
Cover Reveal – My Super Sweet 16th Century
I’m so excited to be part of another Entangled Publishing cover reveal!
This week, I present MY SUPER SWEET 16th CENTURY:
Rachel’s book releases September 11, 2012
My Super Sweet 16th Century, by Rachel Harris is available for pre-order on: Amazon | Barnes & Noble Be sure to add it to your TBR pile on Goodreads!
Connect with Rachel at:
And also, check out this super sweet excerpt:
I hear their muffled whispers and understand every Italian word. Every witty comment made at my expense.
It’s like my brain is automatically translating.
I bunch the soft fabric of the dress in my hand and then reach up to feel the ribbon in my hair. I lightly skim my fingers over my chin and feel my lack of zit. I take in the costumes of the crowd, the stench of the animals, and the Italian I can now speak and understand. And suddenly it hits me.
Reyna must have pulled some kind of gypsy mojo.
Maybe this is one of those nifty “change your life” magic scenarios like in the movies. I mean, mostly I’m still expecting to blink and be right back in the midst of overpriced, gaudy tourism, but for now, the gypsy-time-warp explanation is infinitely better than thinking I’ve lost my mind. As I decide to go with that option, I feel my frantic tension melt away.
The growing crowd seems to notice my change in demeanor and begins shooting one another amused looks, but I don’t care anymore. A smile stretches across my face. Evidently, I was wrong earlier; Reyna is a psychic mind reader, because if this is her special brand of bibbity-bobbity-boo, then she made my exact daydream from earlier in the courtyard come to life.
The long red gown, the braided hair, the Italian merchant’s daughter, the time period. I am in Renaissance Florence.
I stare dumbly at the ground, the words and reality sinking in.
I’m in Renaissance Florence!
Happy Weekend
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I plan on messing around a bit in my kitchen this weekend.
No, not these heavenly donuts.
No, not chocolate cake from scratch. (click HERE to see my pitiful first attempt.)
No, not fried chicken. (That was a disaster of which I did NOT blog about!)
For a dinner party I’m attending on Saturday night, I was “assigned” to bring salad. Hmph. Obviously the host knows I suck majorly in the kitchen.
Well.
I’ll show her. I’m going to be making THIS for the party, while also checking off one more item on THIS.
(PS: pray for me.)
Happy Weekend
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I plan on messing around a bit in my kitchen this weekend.
No, not these heavenly donuts.
No, not chocolate cake from scratch. (click HERE to see my pitiful first attempt.)
No, not fried chicken. (That was a disaster of which I did NOT blog about!)
For a dinner party I’m attending on Saturday night, I was “assigned” to bring salad. Hmph. Obviously the host knows I suck majorly in the kitchen.
Well.
I’ll show her. I’m going to be making THIS for the party, while also checking off one more item on THIS.
(PS: pray for me.)
Ophelia London 