Five years ago. We got our nails did, had a fun girls’ lunch with pineapple mimosas, rehearsed the shit out of that ceremony and then had downed a ridiculous amount of margs at the rehearsal dinner and Iron Horse Wedding Cuvee at the Whitehall hotel bar before a girls sleepover in our suite. That day was one of my favorite parts of the wedding process - and was well worth the crippling hangover the morning of the wedding!
I am happy to report each of these lovely ladies is still a huge part of my life, and I am grateful every single day for their love and friendship.
(but G, you are still S Wedding MVP for that 5 a.m. Gatorade run.)
- SO PUMPED to celebrate 4 years and 363 days of marriage tonight at Grace. A bit of a splurge (isn’t that the understatement of the year) given all of the house-related expenses we’ve had over the last couple of months, but it’s cheaper than our original plan, which was going back to Italy.
- Speaking of our postponed Italian vacation, delivery of the sectional we ordered that we having lovingly named Our Italian Vacation is now also postponed. Until July. We ordered in March. Crate and Barrel is dead to me.
- 5 years of marriage on Friday. Where did the time go?
- Related: we haven’t killed each other yet. And I can be REALLY insufferable.
- Looking forward to this weekend and getting out in the yard. I can’t wait to get my garden bed in and my tomatoes planted.
- I heard the new Fall Out Boy song on the radio the other day. First of all, they’re still a thing? Second of all, it’s kind of a great running jam. #havingtheworsttasteinmusicsinceforever
- I am trying to be nicer at work. My patience and tolerance levels for most people and things is like nil and I’ve been told I have to be nicer. I was social chair of my sorority and on the rush committee - if there is one thing I know how to do, it’s fake smiling and pretending I like people.
What’s up with all of you?
Kitchen-Family Room inspirationals.
Almost, but not quite what I’m looking for - especially with the rugs (though I do like the middle one a lot). I think it needs to bring in the yellow from the kitchen somewhere to keep it from being too gray-taupe-beige.
The first rule of buying morels is that you never under any circumstances discuss with your husband the price of morels.
If your shoes look like this, they are NOT office appropriate.
the weekend in pictures.
Oh, it was a great one. Chicago finally flipped the summer switch and it was ON. This weekend was a great balance of grown up responsibility and carefree fun, friends, family and husband, dining out and eating it, home and garden.
parson’s chicken & fish / negroni slushies / saturday morning at the market with mom (and morels!) / learning how adults spend their money at home depot / gussying up the balcony off our bedroom / bathing suits + bubbles on the roof / seedlings from the ever fab kelly / our new grill / breaking in the new grill with the fam.
To 80 degree temps and good times!
Summer in the city is here. Glad I have a deck to enjoy it on + a buddy to enjoy it with.
Early date night with my hubs > working til midnight (at Parson’s Chicken & Fish)
When you wear new ballet flats for the first time that apparently have teeth and a mind of their own and are determined to chew your Achilles tendons raw.
Thoughts I’ve been thinking
- We’ve been in the midst of a major project for the past few weeks (the one that kept me at work until after midnight last Friday). We may have bought ourselves some additional time, but we won’t know until about 4:30 today. Fingers crossed this pans out, because the deadline is tomorrow.
- Related: doing business in California sucks. Waiting at the office at nearly 8 p.m. for someone to send you something because it’s only like quarter to six there, or not being able to actually speak with people until 11 a.m. is really annoying.
- Our grill (a very generous housewarming gift from my parents) arrives this weekend! We left our old POS grill behind at the condo, and I’ve been regretting that with all the warm temps.
- If we get our extension, I am GTFO to meet KB for some drinks and seedling exchanging. And by “seedling exchanging,” I mean she’s giving me plants. I got nothin’.
- My cousin’s husband, Chef Tyler, is in town this weekend for the restaurant show and will be staying with us. Is it rude to make your houseguest cook for you all weekend?
- Working from home on the deck > working from the office. Duh.
- Parsons’ (just around the corner from us) is FINALLY open and I am so pumped. We drove past the opening night on our way home from the Blackhawks game last night and it looks killer.
-Summer! Rose! Grilled things! Standing Friday happy hours alternating between my roof deck and G’s roof deck! It’s going to be a good one.
I have been a not-so-secret admirer of the Horchow Amelie table for some time now. My crush intensified when my friend M bought a real live version for her condo a few years ago. Shiny without being gaudy, feminine without being girly, it’s pretty much a perfect mirrored piece. I dreamed of my very own with navy velvet, wainscoting and a lovely rug for our frunch room.
As luck would have it, M now has an infant approaching the six month mark.
(btw, he is THE CUTEST and has THE BEST CHEEKS and I might steal him for my own because he is just that great)
Little Man O is soon going to start pulling up on things, and so M has decided that, much like when a man has to sell his two-seater sports car when he has a kid, it’s time for the fancy mirrored coffee table to go.
I mean, if it HAS to go, it should go to a loving home, right?
A perfect solution. I get my dream table at a fraction of the price, M can visit whenever she wants, and Little Man O’s precious little face stays intact (although I think those cheeks would break any fall!)