This is my secret lunchtime spot.
Sometimes when I need a break from work and the weather is crappy, I come here, drink some coffee and catch up on my blog reading.
Don’t ask me where it is… I’ll never tell!
(Although if you know Chicago, you can probably pinpoint my location using the context clues from this photo.) (But don’t do that!)
It’s kind of crazy that smoke from a wildfire in Minnesota can drift all the way here to the Windy City.
I totally noticed the haziness while walking home from work yesterday (the sun was barely visible, but no clouds!), and the air smelled like brick oven pizza.
Needless to say, we had pizza for dinner last night.
Image from Chicago Tribune.
No, Lonny isn’t another weird dog name I thought of. (Although it could be…)
It’s actually a great excuse for a procrasti-break during the workday.
procrasti-break (noun): a temporary discontinuation of work in order to read blogs, stalk people on Facebook, check the weather forecast or add to your Amazon wishlist. Or whatever.
Lonny is an online design magazine with great photos that will have you drooling if you love decor. (Or if fabulous furniture makes you hungry?)
The new issue just came out a few days ago – check it!
And if you like that, I highly suggest perusing my other favorite online magazine, Rue.
We meet lots of dogs on our daily walks with Gatsby.
Yesterday, for instance, we came across a nice woman and her bichon. His name was Steve.
Steve the bichon.
This seriously cracks me up. Now I’m thinking we should have named Gatsby something like Mike. Or maybe John? Josh?
Image source.
A few snapshots from my weekend, during which Will and I had a date night at Sable (and he should love me even more now that I introduced him to the awesomeness that is cheese curds), I pretended to be a style blogger (which did not go well, as you can see, but that pleated skirt made me feel really twirly), red as an accent color was worn in abundance (thanks in part to my great find on Thursday), and we had friends over for the wine festival down the street (followed by our own little “wine festival” at our place afterwards). Also, I did some relaxing too.
Weekend, I miss you already.
I was perusing some of these photos from Fashion’s Night Out in NYC last night and some of them made me take a step back and say to myself, “Are these real people? Like really real? Are you f@%#ing with me, New York Magazine??” (I only swear in my mind. Plus, this is family-friendly blog. Meaning my relatives are the only ones who read it.)
Are you giggling right now? Me too. I think Whitney Port also finds it hilarious that Hank Azaria drank an entire bottle of Benadryl and showed up dressed like a Harry Caray impersonator who also happens to be an Oompa-Loompa. Thank God he has her bosom upon which to rest his seemingly 100 lb. head. (No, this isn’t actually Hank Azaria. It’s Guiseppe Zanotti. Yeah, I’ve never heard of him either.)
Again we have the wayward Mr. Zanotti who seems to think that “self-consciously wistful” is the appropriate facial expression for the moment. I love him. But when did Jessica Rabbit become a brunette and start wearing pants? Or is that a blow-up doll?
STOP it. This is obviously an alien. That or David Bowie is on his death bed, in which case I apologize for my insensitivity.
What can I say? It’s a gift!
Ask and ye shall receive!
(See this post if you’re wondering what this is all about.)
Jeans are from Guess and boots are Michael Kors from Marshall’s. And I… am happy. 🙂
… is a cute pair of skinny red jeans that don’t make my legs look like sausages and new cognac-colored boots for fall.
Also, I really want neither of these things to cost me multiple hundreds of dollars. After looking online and visiting countless stores, apparently this is too much to ask?
Not being rich sucks.
(Yes, my problems are trivial. And I like them that way.)
Images from fantabulouslyfrugal.com and madewell.com.
Carlie Crash 