How happy was I when my friend showed up at the shorehouse on Sunday with this little something he whipped up for moi? It's good to have great friends. And it's better to have great friends who are florists.
Whew, it's been a whirlwind of activity at the shorehouse. We finally decided on the contractor to work on our attic redo (gulp) and I had no idea how time consuming that whole process would be! Things like plumbing parts are about as exciting to me as walking a half mile in the snow every day to the train (yup; still snowing here). He'll help with the little half bath, too, which I'm sorry to say hasn't gotten much further than the vanity. I feel like my home life is moving in slow motion. And my work life...is interesting.
I dig manage to finish another dress. This is more of a pseudo-dress-tunic-cover-up-thingie, but it's cute, and unlike the other dress I didn't have to seam rip myself out of it. But truth told, I think I'll stick with pillows and crafty bits. I think building a house from the ground-up would be easier for me than reading a Vogue pattern that is suspiciously marked something like, "Super easy, moron-proof pattern inside!" Lies. The only thing I've gotten good at is sleeve patterns.
Speaking of sleeves, I've got something up mine. I'll be hosting a giveaway, a fundraiser for Hudson Cradle (the NJ charity I'm involved with) and a Help for Haiti 2 auction all together in my next post. So stay tuned!
Now I have to get back to something of personal importance. Which would be polishing off the delicious Mardi Gras snacks my awesome brother had sent to us from the Big Easy. And for the record for all you aficionados, the trendy Sucré on Magazine Street in NOLA is now officially home to the king of all King Cakes in my humble sugar-loving opinion.
Laissez les bon temps roulez! Which I think is Creole for "My butt is getting incredibly big from all the crap I'm eating. But who cares! WHOO HOO!" That's right; I put the Fat in Fat Tuesday, y'all.