The news has recently been filled with the non-news that a certain young British royal couple not only had the nerve to go off on a vacation last week, but that they did so and left their 7 month old third in line to the throne at home with the grandparents and a nanny.
There have been two criticisms lobbed by people all over the world:
A few weeks ago, I realized that I had allowed too much refined sugar to creep into my daily food intake. Again.
I’ve blogged before about my problems with sugar, but it’s the Monday after the Daylight Savings Time
clusterfuck kerfuffle, and I am still too dazed to go find those posts to link to here.
I pinned this photo on Pinterest last night. A friend and I both agreed that Molly’s outfit still makes our inner 17 year olds squeal.
I loved Molly back in the day — hell, I still think she’s pretty awesome now — and I wanted to be just like her. So yes, I had the permed hair with teased bangs and the floral trousers and the artfully slouched socks, and the lace-up boots tied just so.
These days, my taste might be different, but the right sweater and most definitely the right shoes will make me squeal. Often, out loud.
What makes your inner 17 year old happy?
I was going to use this post to tell y’all a whole bunch of random stuff that’s pinging around the pinball machine that is my brain. I was going to be lame and title the post “Tuesday Random.” But then I thought I’d be intelligent and use a different word than random, so I checked the thesaurus for ideas. Here’s what I got:
While all the rest of us schlubs have been sitting around reading blog posts, The Martha has regrouted her shower, cured female pattern baldness, and baked a batch of profiteroles. (Photo via Yahoo Images.)
As a follow-up to last month’s attempt to follow The Martha’s calendar, I’m doing it again.
In case there’s any question about the intent of The Martha’s calendar, she has included this helpful sub-headline to explain to the world: Gentle reminders, helpful tips, and important dates. Bear all that in mind as we read through her month together.
Also, I realized that what The Martha says she’ll be doing is not actually what she does, if her blog is any indication. I’ll be noting some of those discrepancies as we journey through the calendar.