just doesnt seem right
they told me the little ones grow too fast, but…
8 months.
Shirley
I love shopping at Anthropologie. Not because I actually buy anything; I make way too little money. Not to mention the fact that their fairy tale clothes fit a version of me from a long, long time ago, and a land far away.
I love Anthropologie for the window shopping. The mix of feminine with the unexpected and out of the ordinary makes the shopping experience interesting every time.
But mostly I love Anthropologie because of the work they put into their displays. They build sculptures: an impossible pile of 50 wooden chairs all balanced on one chair on the floor (don’t worry they prepared for klutzes like me and secured them in place), a display of antique light bulbs, a water scene sculpted entirely of bubble wrap.
And yesterday, a papier mache ostrich.
I don’t know if the Anthropologie staff gave her a name, but I think I shall call her name Shirley.
Doesn’t she look like a Shirley?
Snuggle in Bronze
Kirkland, WA
One Year Ago: Somebody Needs a Nap
Party like a Pirate
Saturday night we celebrated Captain RedBeard’s birthday. By Captain RedBeard, I mean my little brother, Timmy (Pronounced timMAY! a la South Park).
We celebrated with a pirate themed pub crawl through some of Seattle’s finest drinking establishments, led by the soon-to-be Mrs. RedBeard, Mel.
Mr. H and I dressed the part as well.
What? You’ve never seen a pirate wearing an argyle sweater?
Yar!
Then Grandma called to say Gem was missing me, and I did my best not to drive like a bat out of hell all the way home. This was the first time we’d left her to go out and play.
Stopping to Smell the Roses
One Year Ago: Time Flies (I was actually hinting that I was pregnant in this post)
Four Years Ago: We Are One Month Away From Our First Wedding Anniversary
It’s SO Not Fair!
Since I’m the only body in this house that actually eats chocolate chip cookies, I learned long ago that it’s actually better for me to buy the pre-made dough, than to make them from scratch. Why? Because I eat as many as I make. I have no self-control. I can, however, pull out a package of break and bake cookie dough and only cook up three or four cookies. It works for me.
Or it did.
Until today.
I craved chocolate chip cookies all day long. Finally I pre-heated the oven, pulled out a package, and broke off a few (or eight, depending on your definition of few). Once they finished cooking, I returned to my computer with a tall, cool glass of milk and a plate of hot, gooey, chocolate chip cookies.
These are the actual cookies in question
The very first post to pull up in my reader – cookie in hand, as of yet unbitten – was a warning that Nestle Toll House Cookie Dough has been recalled because of E. coli. Outbreaks all across the country. Granted most of the people infected had eaten the cookie dough raw, and I, for once, had not. Still the CDC recommends that you not eat the cookie dough cooked either.
So heads up. Be careful.
Meanwhile, my entire house smells like cookies.
