birthday getaway: thrifting & food

mr. a-go-go and I finally ventured south to Los Angeles for a week long belated birthday and anniversary holiday. While he headed out to explore sand dunes, my girls whisked me away for a girlie weekend. Whoo-hoo!

We began the day with coffee (of course) and pastries (of course, of course) and I was presented with a list of 40 jumps which we were to attempt to leap in honor of little ol' moi. My ladies so adorably explained that each jump was inspired by me. After reading the list, I quickly grew very embarrassed and tickled all at the same time. I am complicated like that.

Eschewing the Japanese dollar store for the magic thrift, we jumped into the birthday car a-go-go and traveled far across our great city in search of nifty finds and jibber-jabber as we are wont to do. 

Fanciful quilts and gorgeous sweaters seemed to be the theme and after we managed to stuffy-stuff the whole kit and caboodle into the birthday car a-go-go it was time for food.

Back-tracking to whence we started, we found our way to my favorite banh mi place and enjoyed an impromptu picnic in the park atop one of the fanciful quilts. Next stop a wander through America-ville to see the pretties at Anthropologie while girlie-o number one ran "errands" (chortle. heehee. giggle. giggle). It didn't take long and soon we were on our way to pick her up for the next installment of the birthday bonanza which involved all sorts of secret whispering between girlie-os one and two. You'll read more about that tomorrow!

(isn't this quilt A M A Z I N G ?)

shop update: dillydilly packs of pretty

i made up some dilly-riffic packs of green for you march loving friends. in the shop now and there is no shipping on these pretties! happy march!

in lalaland

the mister & i have been in los angeles all week and won't return home until next. there has been visiting and good eats and all around swell times. thrift shops have been shopped at and shopped at and shopped at. yay for pink wool sweaters and happy vintage sheets! Target has been visited um...twice and i managed to create a much needed craft epiphany for a very important, exciting and slightly overwhelming undertaking. more about that  later, stay tuned. other than all them swell times, i did get to have a most excellent face to face meeting with this dazzling craft writer extraordinaire. can we say instant connection? swoon!

i haven't been taking pictures like i usually do but here is a smidge of the sights we have sighted. next up, a much needed and highly anticipated belated birthday weekend with my two favorite ladies. i. cannot. wait!

today was for jumping

after all, it IS our sixth (wah?) anniversary. oh, and happy read across america day!

**p.s. Happy Birthday Ivy!

crafting for craft: layered tissue night light

aka an ode to They Might Be Giants. check it out over at Craft.

the old lady inside

i've been 40 for less than a week and it seems the signs are there folks. i am old. as in the little old lady of yesteryear.

there is evidence mind you, i'm not making it up. and if for any reason you thought me hip i'm about to blow it all out of the water. evidence. it's there. it's there in the tiny bits of fallout from the tissue i left in my pocket when the jeans went into the wash.

it's there in the cough drops i stash in my underwear drawer, the bright red lipstick that slips to the corners of my mouth and the hacking cough i wake up to every morning before my tea.

evidence. it's there. it's there when the college kids ride their bikes right in front of the car and it's all i can do to NOT channel granny and yell "Stupid Ass!" it's there when i find myself in a store like Forever 21 and Sparks comes on and I want to tell everyone "I can't believe they're playing Sparks!" and then i look down at my mismatched socks and too-tight, too short slacks and blush the pinkiest shade of pink. just the fact that i refer to my black pants as slacks is cause for some biddiness, no? or how about when i went to buy said slacks i hovered over the rack that carried them with elastic waist-bands? evidence my friends, evidence. it's there.

next thing you know i will be drinking wine...from a box. i will keep a handful of butterscotch candies in my purse and attempt to hand them out to the kiddos that pop up in my periphery. i may or may not take to hiding almond rocca in the freezer and i just may rediscover my love of A Price Is Right, Drew Carey and all. just wait, all i need is a house coat, quilted of course, and i'll be a happy camper sitting on the davenport armed with my sudoku books, a magnifying glass and the remote control.