Things you might read about here: food, animals, my amusing tendency to be struck by odd ailments, and how cute my boyfriend is. You've been warned.
My Neuroses For Your Entertainment
Recently found out Pharrell is FORTY YEARS OLD. Was so shocked I doubled over in disbelief.
How? How is he so gorgeous and FORTY? Also, that man has crazy beautiful cheekbones and some sage wisdom in his head.
Pharrell can get it.
A woman resting amongst the flowers in Central Valley, California, 1954.
This picture perfecting encapsulates the dreams I had as a child: all I wanted to do was lie in the sunshine in the middle of the wildflowers down the road, up the road, in the valley, on the mountainside. Warm sun, California Golden Poppies and a nap. It’s still my version of perfection.
(via nudewave)
I tried on a total fifteen different wedding dresses yesterday at two different locations in a timespan of three and a half hours.
I happen to think shopping for clothes is a horrible experience in general so I have no clue why I subjected myself to such overwhelming amounts of tulle and lace yesterday, but I found a dress and didn’t cry once, so it was a success. I’m on the train back to L.A. and every muscle in my body is sore and I now have an even deeper loathing for the TV show “Say Yes to the Dress.” I’m 5’10” and a size 8 and I know what looks good on my body ‘cause I’m 28 years old and no fool. Everything I tried on looked great and when I tried on “the one” it felt nothing like getting engaged BECAUSE IT’S ONLY A DRESS, not a human being.
But it’s a perfect for me, makes me feel gorgeous and sweet and romantic and it’s not cheap and see through and wrinkly and will look exquisite in the garden where we’ll say “I Do.”
More importantly, yesterday made me feel like I walked through fire with my mom and sister-in-law and we did it! Together. So grateful for them.
Also, resisting the urge to post pix of myself in reject dresses because that’s probably really tacky, but I look like a beautiful bride!
It’s been a few years since I’ve traveled via Amtrak from my home in L.A. to my hometown in Central California, and holy butts has the experience improved.
Because the first part of the journey is up and over the mountains, the train doesn’t run through that part. I take an Amtrak bus to Bakersfield, then take the train from there to the station in Fresno. And this bus I’m on now? Way nicer than an airplane. Leg room, a flip down tray on the back of the seat in front of me, AC outlets under the seat, and FREE WIFI. This bus has the Internet. It also has pairs of seats facing each other with a table in the middle. And seatbelts.
Amtrak forever.
It may be cold and raining but that’s not going to stop us (at Rita’s Italian Ice)
Reblogging for the man in my life: WATER ICE.
Here is a sideways photos of cookies.
Allison and I entered the world of piping and flooding icing on Sunday with mixed results. Clearly, my technique NEEDS WORK, but everything was delicious so I’d say that it was super successful.
Trying things, learning things, and growing. And having a good time and talking about moms and T.V. shows and licking icing off our fingers.
