Hi dudes! How is everyone doing on this wonderful Monday morning? I'm feeling especially peppy because I don't have to work today. Mondays aren't so bad when you get to sleep in! This weekend barely felt like a weekend at all, truthfully. I spent most of it watching my latest obsession on Netflix- The Vampire Diaries. You all have every right to mercilessly make fun of me for even watching such a silly show, but I don't even care. Once you watch an episode, you'll understand. A week ago, I would have totally said that TVD is just a rip off of Twilight and totally not worth watching. But now I get that it's like Twilight, but on crack. Picture all the characters from Twilight, but way more interesting and actually properly developed, decent writing (for The CW), and an overabundance of sexy vampires. That, my friends, is why I'm obsessed with this show. Oh, and Paul Wesley. I mean, HELLO! He's maybe the most beautiful man ever. The sort of beautiful that makes me depressed because I know we'll never get married. Excuse me while I have an emotional breakdown, please. (I realize I sound like a 13-year-old girl right now. I'm totally okay with that. Want to make friendship bracelets?!)
ANYWAY- Saturday morning I went to breakfast with my Grandaddy. Coffee & a retro photo. Isn't she rad? I wish I could wear my hair like that everyday. Afterwards, my Mom and I got manicures- legit, probably my favorite thing ever. I just feel so much more like a human when I get a manicure. More than makeup, more than showering, more than doing my hair- manicures make me feel pretty. I swear it's true. I don't know why, but they just do something for me. Anybody know what I'm talking about? I usually get obnoxious colors on my nails, but since I'm trying to grow them out right now, I decided to go with a french manicure. I legit haven't hade one since high school. I feel like such a lady! Post manis was some Vampire Diaries time, and then babysitting! I know, guys. Super cool Saturday night. Don't be jealous. Lance & Morgan are so adorable, even when they're being totally crazy. It miiiiight have been a sugar rush caused by some ring pops I gave them... Bribery works. Just sayin'. Then I may or may not have had a treat of my own after the kids went to bed. In the form of ice cream, not alcohol, unfortunately. Someone has to be responsible, okay?! I'm crazy enough on a sugar rush as it is.
Sunday was a magical day of vintage goodness. I picked up SO MUCH stuff for Shop Cheeky Cheeky. I couldn't believe it. It was like I walked into 70s heaven. It was amazing. After my little religious vintage experience, we went up to Ann Arbor for a trip to Trader Joe's, where I found the apples of my people. I've never seen Pinata apples before! When we got back home, I worked a little bit on organizing all the stuff I got today. Bummer of the day- I'm out of rack space! I filled them all up so now I have to get another one. I guess that's a good problem to have- but I hate not having the new dresses hanging up right now. Racks on racks on racks! (Get it?!) After my organizing fit (a rare event, indeed) I worked on homework until I wanted to punch myself in the face. UGH. Then it was a little late night design work that quickly turned into 2AM email time. Why can't I get on an actual sleep schedule like an adult? One of these days....
Hope you guys all had a good weekend!