neopolitan dreams

Good news: I think I've narrowed down my wedding dress selection. I found the designer I just cannot do without.  I couldn't love these anymore, I don't think....

Amsale, you are so fabulous. These are so beautiful...how will I choose?
Oh snap. I should probably find myself a fella first. It looks like I've got time to mull it over. 

My saturday has been the utmost relaxing of days, thank goodness.  It was filled with little pleasantries. For instance, I drank my morning coffee from my Disneyland mug.  I also finished the fourth Harry Potter book and am now on the fifth. And now, I am happy to say that I have the privilege of housesitting for one of my best friends and her wonderful family.  I love housesitting for them because they have the cutest dogs I've ever seen and it is always cozy here.  And I like having the alone time.  It's nice to have a house to myself for a bit.  This evening, I sat myself down in front of the television, which is something I have a hard time doing mostly.  I never know what to watch.  Movie-lover as I am, tv holds little appeal for me. Unless The Bachelorette is on (yes, I know my taste is immpeccable. BTW, the finale is happening Monday night. YES).  Anyways, I flipped the channel to TLC and a program called "Best Food Ever" was on.  For the first hour, I learned all about the top ten barbecue joints in America. It was narrated by John Goodman, who's jolly disposition made it extra pleasant. I don't even eat meat, but was intruiged all the same. And also a little horrified at the gluttony that is America.  The next episode was all about cheese.  I will say this: Never again will I watch a program like this late at night.  I was only able to take so much talk about gourmet grilled cheese and cheesecakes before I could not control the overpowering urge to meet my desire for a terribly cheesy snack. The result was a very unsatisying cheese sandwich. I feel disgusting.

I just talked about Harry Potter, the Bachelorette, TLC, and cheese in one post. Doh! It would seem I'm well on my way to finding that special fella...

I hope you've all had a delightful saturday, friends.

[images via amsale]

tiny dancer

This evening my mom and I attended the dance recital of some long time family friends.  It reminded me of the days I took dance classes (a long, long time ago). 

Growing up, there were many things I wanted to be; a teacher, an astronomer, a baker, a detective (a la mary kate and ashley olsen...did anyone else watch those videos?), an artist, a princess, a librarian...


But one dream that has stuck with me is that of a ballerina. As a little girl, nothing was so enchanting or dreamy as the thought of being a ballerina.  I can recall countless hours of twirling away in my bedroom, imagining that I was on stage in pointe shoes with a big fluffy tutu (the fluffier, the better).

Secretly, I still wish I could be one.

What did you want to be growing up? What is your dream-alter ego?


p.s. love this so much.

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let's go

Here....

and here...

also here...

and here, too...

But it's funny..mostly, I really really want to go here, right now..

I'll be back later for make-a-goal monday!