currently loving...

+ these shoe mint shoes in the floral print. i snagged a pair as soon as i could.

+ this article on hipster racism.

+ trader joe's flowers (as seen above). vase from the lovely, blue jean amy.

+ every piece of jewelry on this site.

+ this pair of leather leggings.

+ flywheel chicago. spin classes kick my ass, but the music is so good.

+ nutella. good thing i'm spinning...i put this on everything.

don't mind me. i'm just waiting for game of thrones to start.

culinary speakeasy.

my friend rosie has a friend who's working on getting his own restaurant up and running, and in the meantime, he's throwing fabulous dinner parties to try out his dishes. lucky for me that i am a friend of a friend because i was invited to a little 'culinary speakeasy' on sunday night and it was delicious.

i'm pretty sure eating frozen pizza in my underwear on the couch isn't going to cut it anymore. i only want to eat amazing food at a big table with a big group of friends. dinner parties every night please!

my weekend.

saturday. 

sunday. 

////my weekend. 

1. on saturday i did nothing. NOTHING. my husband watched obscene amounts of basketball, and i rolled myself into the office where i watched movies on my laptop, ate whoopee pies, and drank boxed wine. 
2. on sunday i actually took a shower. on a weekend! *pats back* then i slapped some makeup on my mug and met some friends for dinner. 

overall, i give this weekend an A. the only way it could have been an A+ is if i could have somehow been naturally not-so-hideous on saturday. A GIRL CAN DREAM. 

lately.

////lately

1. jim snagged free tickets to see the cubs on a rooftop in wrigley. it was about 30 degrees outside, but there was free ballpark food SO COUNT ME IN.
2. i busted out the french press (thanks, AK!) and enjoyed dark chocolate peanut butter on my toast (thanks, jillian!)
3. my puppy! he's actually really old, but he's still my puppy!
4. my husband with a beard. rawr. 
5. oversized DVF sweater and champagne (a.k.a. the whole point of me.)

sweet dreams.

last night my husband kissed me goodnight and whispered softly in my ear, "i'm glad you keep up with Western standards of beauty."

social experiment.

the next time a guy rolls down his car window to whistle at me or yell something disgusting like, "lookin' good" or "nice ass", i'm totally going to stop walking, push my boobs together, wiggle my bottom and yell back, "WEEEE! LOOK AT ME GO!" just to see his reaction. either that or i'm going to blush and say, "who, me?" then i'll curtsey.

i'll let you know how it goes.