Meghan's Shoes

Meg came over for dinner tonight.  Just like normal.  It was yummy and we tried to watch Netflix and I got mad at my computer.  Again, just like normal.

What wasn't normal?  I didn't recognize Meg's shoes!!!  She always has adorable shoes, but these took me by surprise.  Of all my friends, she's the one who gets designer shoes first.  Darn her!!!

Getting towards the end

So I'm only 10 days away from the end of this project.  And I find myself excited for all the things I can get.  Or even just the possibilities of things. 
Some of it's just my excitement over spring coming and wanting pretty bright things.  (There are pretty bright things in my closet, but they apparently look less bright when I eye them every day.)  And some of it is jealousy over things my friends have gotten in the past few months that I could really see myself using.
Part of me, though, will be a little disappointed that it's over.  (A VERY small part, but still.)  It's somewhat liberating to just have to tell myself no.  I cannot get whatever item it is that I want at that given moment.  Instead I've been forced to "deal" without it.  To create an outfit and be comfortable without it.  I think that's good or me, no matter how hard it is or long it takes to plan out my outfit the night before.
I'll try to remember to get pictures these last few days.  Seeing as I'm in the home stretch, I shouldn't slack off.  Whoops.

I rescued a human

My brother sent this to me this morning and it made me cry.  It's so sweet and sad.  But judging from the interaction between me and my rescue dog, Josie, in the shelter.  It's not far off.

And as always, I know the Humane Society appreciates any donations they can get and since it seems fitting for the post...
http://www.seattlehumane.org/

Meghan makes dinner

Meghan owed me a delicious dinner.  And she really pulled through.  Like, really yummy, delicious, fresh, Pike Place Market food. 
Plus, there was beer, dessert AND candlelight to match it all.

And she had on a pretty outfit with an extra pretty skirt.

Also, Josie was really desperate for some food.  Like, really desperate.  Like "get up and perform" desperate.

Delicious!!!

Thanks Meg!

More Catching Up

A few outfits from the past week.

This is Josie's "momma, stop taking pictures and make me dinner" face.

And these are yummy, delicious, grapefruit scones. 

On that note, I need to go make dinner for Josie and Grace, my little girls.

Annie Leibovitz for Disney

I finally caught a glimpse of Disney's Ad campaign done with Annie Leibovitz and I am in love.

Maybe everyone and their mom knew about this already; it seems like some of the first photos are from 2008, but no one told me. 

I've always been a giant fan of fairy tales, princesses, and pretty dresses.  And I've never stopped watching Disney movies.  This set of photos now includes my love of celebrity.  Umm, perfect.

(All photos are taken by Annie Leibovitz, duh, and paid for by Disney to promote Disney Parks.)

 

So tired...

I've found myself having absolutely no drive to take picture of what I'm wearing.  I promise.  It's still cute; I love them.  But just haven't felt the urge to take pictures.

So I am going to put a few things I love up here.

Target's Go International dresses (I may have cheated this weekend and bought 2)

Carey Mulligan
She's so beautiful and adorable.  (And I love her haircut.)
Plus, I'm watching "Never Let Me Go" right now.  It's interesting.  Cannot quite decide how I feel yet.  I may need a few days. 

She and I are totally bffs

My Josie and lil sis, Honey

Glee's most recent episode, Original Song. 
http://www.hulu.com/watch/222881/glee-original-song


I also am terribly sad right now.  On my way home from work today, there was a dog roaming the sidewalks.  In this dog friendly city, there are plenty of "off leash" dogs and so I assumed an owner was nearby, but after looking around, I didn't see one.  So I parked and went to hunt the pup down.  I got his attention and he barked at me, but wouldn't come close.  So I retrieved the cheese I had in the car and fed him some.  He'd get close enough for the cheese, but not for me to grab or even pet him.  He had no collar, but was sweet, non-aggressive and totally domesticated.  I spent 45 minutes sitting on the sidewalk and talking trying to get him to trust me.  When I'd stand up, he'd follow me barking, but he still wouldn't get close. 
I finally had to give up.  I didn't know what else I could do short of staying there for hours longer until he may finally trust me enough to let me put him in the car.
It broke my heart to walk away.  I was sobbing by the time I was in the car.  I don't know what will happen to him or how the family that misses him so much will manage.  All I can do is hope and know that I gave him food and a bowl of water and try to believe that was enough to set him on his way home again.
Sometimes life can be so sad...

Revenge is Best Served in Costume

I try to take my role as older sister very seriously.  My brother and I talk about our parents (to complain), our classes/work (to brag), and occasionally our feelings (cause that's healthy).

However there are some benefits to having siblings.  One such benefit is the fun you get to have at the other's expense.  My best accomplishment, until last night, was when I'd convinced John that at age 11, he too would receive a letter from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.  No letter ever came and he was devastated.  I'm not sure my mother has forgiven me for that one yet...
John's got quite a laundry list, himself.  My first viewing of the Sound of Music was ruined by him telling me that the Nazis killed the vonTrapp family in the end.  I spent the entire length of the film waiting for the ax to fall.  Later on, he'd sit on our armchair and cover himself with a blanket and then surprise me.  Most recently, he tried to convince me that daylight savings time works by slowing the rotation of the Earth.  (It does NOT, I confirmed with Dad.) 

So I've felt like I've owed him for some time now.  A comment from mom during the Superbowl/Thriller episode of Glee helped me to form a plan.  When John arrived home from school, late at night and tired after his long week, we'd be outfitted in zombie garb wandering around the house/yard.  Just muttering and stumbling.  John's not the biggest fan of zombies.  (Read: scared of)  Each time I'd think about it for the following 2 months, I'd giggle.  Best plan ever.

So last night, I came to the house prepared with face paint, blood, cauliflower and coffee.  Over the course of the next hour, I made myself and dad up.  Mom took care of her own makeup, even going so far as to cover her hands.  We were holding some cauliflower and had put some on the ground covered in barbecue sauce for the dogs to eat and fight over when John came in.  We'd also turned all the lights out and put on "dungeon" themed music.  It was fantastic.  So amazing. 

 

Sadly, John was not as terrified as I'd dreamed.  If we'd been in place and ready to go, I think we really could have pulled it off, but we were still getting ready when he pulled up.  But it was cold; I would not have sat out for an hour just to be ready when he got home. That and I don't think zombies are supposed to giggle.  

So much fun though...  May be a tradition for EVERY time John comes home.  SHHHhhhhhh!!!!

Flights of Fancy

In another attempt to wear those items which I do not normally wear, I pulled the following piece out of my closet.  It's a lovely, silk camisole that I found at a charity sale.  It's lavender with white triangular birds. 

It's one more of those pieces that I love and just don't wear.

Perhaps more in the summer...

Friday

Someone sent our department chair a fruit basket with pretty cut up fruit!  It was super yummy.

And some detail on the shirt...

The Main Event!!!

Here it is!  The picture I've been dying to share....

Quite possibly one of the more surreal moments in my life.  Though it seemed pretty normal for Bill.  He acknowledged our presence with a "Hey Ladies" and barely a glance in our direction. 
Still, it was fantastic.

I also think that Meghan and I have officially made the crossover from Trekkers to Trekkies.  There is no more denying the nerdiness...