Dream a little dream...

I have enough purses to satisfy any normal person, but that doesn't necessarily stop me from lusting after the new ones that are released each season. I've gotten much better about not just going out and buying a new one every time the urge hits, but that doesn't mean that I don't WANT to do just that...

The latest addition to my wishlist?

The Kate Spade Cobble Hill Straw Small Leslie. The pretty blue color, the crossbody strap AND smaller, handheld straps, the straw for spring...what's not to love?

Now, who wants to volunteer to be my Kate Spade sponsor for 2012?

Wishlist

My shopping ban is still going strong. With the exception of a couple of things I've picked up for the house, I am well within my $50 limit for the month, and even that was only spent on things like lunch, dinner with a friend, and body wash.

You know, just the essentials.

But that doesn't stop me from window shopping, you know...

I want a Birchbox subscription, so much. I've wanted one for awhile, now, but I couldn't bring myself to actually order it, because I was trying to save money. And while it's only $10/month, I just couldn't justify putting out the $110 needed for a yearly subscription when I was cutting back on my spending. So I didn't get one. And now it's sold out. Just in time for my birthday.

Sad.

My mother-in-law got me a tea-leaf brewing travel mug for Christmas, and I have been dying to try it out. Unfortunately, I have no loose leaf tea in my house.

Must. Remedy. Immediately.

I've just always wanted a lazy susan for my kitchen table. But nice ones are expensive, and I just don't feel like shelling out that much money for something like a lazy susan.

It's quite the conundrum.

I very, very, very much love my iPad. I do, however, get tired of the touchscreen keyboard, so I have to take both the iPad and my netbook with me, everywhere I go, so I can pull out the netbook when I want to type with a real keyboard. So, the iPad cover with the wireless keyboard would both solve that problem and just be awesome to have.

And if that's not the epitome of spoiled brat statements right there, I don't know what is. I feel insufferable, just typing it. But, the heart wants what it wants, right?

Ugh. Whatever, I'm an idiot. Feel free to noogie me the next time we see each other...

It's Friday!

Two weekends ago, we spent a good part of Saturday afternoon sitting in a Mexican restaurant, eating chips and watching football. And it was fun.

And then, my brother-in-law and his girlfriend ordered one of these:



And I was a little disgusted by it. I mean, beer and a margarita? Mixed?!?! Margaritas are fantastic on their own, so why would you want to ruin a good thing?

And then I tried it.

And it was amazing. In fact, it tasted just like a vacation in a glass.

(Let's not think to hard about why my vacation tastes like Corona and tequila though, ok?)

So, Steve and I ordered one to split. And I enjoyed it. And I've shown this picture to at least 15 people since then, because...LOOK! There's a beer! In my margarita!

And seriously...this? Right here? This is about the best indication I can give you of how my Friday is going. I am unmotivated and thinking about tequila. And yet, there are things that I need to do. Things that don't involve margaritas, if you can believe it. And really, where's the fun in that?

Only a few more hours to go, I guess...

Weekend Away

Holy tired, kids.

I need to remember that I am thirty-one years old now, and not the early-20s kid I used to be, who could squeeze in three hours of sleep one night and still be fine. But, even if I had remembered that, I'm pretty sure I would have stuck with the sleep schedule, anyway, because spending the weekend with my friends from college, who I get to see maybe once a year, is definitely worth a little bit of recovery time on my end.

Also, this weekend was my 7th anniversary, and even though my gift for my husband was back-ordered and won't show up until later this week, my husband was nice enough to put me out of my misery* already by allowing me to open what he bought for me.

And what he bought for me was an entire Christmas village collection, which I'm excited to add to my boxes o' Christmas cheer (i.e. my crazy full 18-Rubbermaid-tote pile of decorations), but which also made me wish it was already time to decorate for the next round of holidays, because as much as I love my Halloween decorations, my heart still lies with twinkly lights and pretty bows.

And now, I can't get sequins off of my mind. Because Christmas equals sequins in my mind? And I don't even own any sequins. So, I guess you can call this post What I would wear, if I owned sequins and hadn't spent the day on my couch in a Gap lounge sweater and a pair of ratty old jeans...

...and also, unlimited funds.

 

Tie neck blouse, £30
Vince pencil skirt, $345
Brian Atwood high heels, $580
Bangle bracelet, £4.95
Drop earrings, $45

 

*I am terrible with surprises, and he'd already been waving these presents under my nose for a wee, so he totally owed me. Or something like that.