Bet you thought you were going to see Constantine, right? HAHA!! I kid, I kid! That'll be tomorrow after he exits the show (the bachelorette for anyone out of the loop)...bets anyone?
Anyway, was it me or did yesterday just whoosh by in a blur? Sundays are pretty much the best ever from start to finish: an official "day of rest". One of the things I'm trying to focus on this summer is living in the moment. More often than not I'm thinking 3 steps ahead to what's coming next instead of simply being present. So when the Chef suggested a quick brunch instead of going straight to work, I took him up on the offer despite knowing I'd have to pull myself together in only half an hour. I'll confess: I've been known to obsess about what to wear in the simplest of situations--and I blame it entirely on having too many options to choose from. Rather than getting sucked into the vortex of throwing 450 things around the room in an indecisive frenzy I opened the closet, made a selection and forced myself to stick with it. Worked out smashingly! Dress I've owned for a year and never worn + bandeau + boots + jewelry. Simple chic and met the timeline. Miracle.
Joie-Booties, Spitfire-Sunnies, PANYC + Melinda Maria-Bracelets~
Note the Chef in the lenses of my sunglasses as he exercises his mad photography skills.
Despite owning the dress for a year, I've never worn it due to its low hanging sides.
During wardrobe overhaul 2011 (ongoing) I came across this lace bandeau and took a chance layering
it beneath. Jackpot! The dress has officially moved into heavy rotation.
It's perfect with the booties and yes I did just wear these last week.
Prepare to see them again next week.
And because I know you're all dying for a neighborhood update *she says dripping with sarcasm*
suffice it to say manners are dead as yet another newcomer parks their moving truck
smack in the middle of the back alley blocking us in. Better yet? Emerges, sees us, and
doesn't bother to even make eye contact much less move resulting in ixnay on the brunch factor.
As you can imagine I was thrilled...not.
Which resulted in me retreating back indoors to experiment with making boozy ice pops.
Post to follow later this week...get ready to call a cab.