This Charming Closet

I can't remember how I got started with NARS cosmetics, but I use a lot of them now. 

Blush, concealer and lipstick/lip gloss. 

But the names of their stuff just kill me. 

For instance, my favorite lip gloss is called 'Risky Business' and my favorite blush (above) is 'Deep Throat'....

I guess it's better than 'Super Orgasm'.... 

*blink*

We just got into a weird area, didn't we?

Wednesday - Run Away Without Leaving Home

Image:  Caramel Apples by Alice B. Gardens Photography.

A Little Extra Love

"love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear; the strength so strong mere force is feebleness: the truth more first than sun, more last than star...."

e.e. cummings

Image:  Love by Marianne LoMonaco Photography.

Random Pretty Man

And now - in an unrelated note....

I would like to have David Straithern for Christmas.

Is what I am saying to you about that.....

On Perspective

I follow this guy on Twitter.  He lives in Charlotte, but I don't know him or anything.

He seems to live a very healthy life style.  He's always tweeting about bran, egg whites, running, cross training, hot yoga...  you get the drill.

And mostly, I read his tweets and I think 'Man, Tonya.  You really need to get back with the program."

I have visions of myself, flush and rosy, coming out of hot yoga with a yoga mat under one arm and my muscles rippling.... 

I'm laying on the couch as I type this so you can see where I'm going with that.

So this weekend, I had a bit of an epiphany. 

Well - let's not go straight to epiphany. 

Maybe a flash of insight is a better way of putting it...

This guy, my twitter friend, tweeted that he had gotten up at 7:20 Saturday morning, been out the door by 7:45, run 6 miles, gone to yoga and then eaten a bran muffin with a shot of wheat grass.

And the first thought that came to my mind, unbidden and involuntary was:

"Good for you.  More bacon and vodka for me."

And I meant it, y'all.

Somewhere, I turned a corner and started to accept myself. 

And I'm not sorry.

And when I think "Is my next stop Pudgy-ville?"

Somehow, I don't care so much as long as Pudgy-ville has good coffee and I can sleep in on Saturday.
Image:  Pancake Breakfast by Sunday Kind.

Tuesday's Girl

"I can do anything I want to, baby.  I ain't lost."

 Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman

Charmed Life

Love this.

This Charming Closet

I'm sort of in love with this...  which is unlike me because it's totally not 'me' and I'm usually pretty ambivalent about jewelry. 

The Serpent Necklace from Tory Burch.

Happy Monday

Here's what happened here this weekend:

Two short, fuzzy and incredibly vile stinky Beans went back to the spa and returned to home clean and fluffy and smelling like cinnamon biscuits;

The house got cleaned (including the hardwoods - which I hate);

Genius bar at Apple (because I am technologically declined);

Books were read;

Laundry was done;

Real estate was reviewed and toured (friends buying beautiful house);

Brunch was had and liquor was involved;

Shopping (sweaters have been purchased).

There was no napping nor was there any sleeping in.  That, my friends, was a bummer.

And my neighbor has tried to rope me in to serving on the HOA Board.  I'm on the fence about that.  We'll need to think on it. 

The weather here is beautiful.  Absolutely beautiful.  I love the time when the seasons change.  Also, the thought of impending winter sort of fills me with a kind of dread that is delicious.  Is that weird?  I can't wait for snow.  And I also can't wait for Christmas.

Happy Monday!!
Image:  Bumbershoot by J. M. Barclay.

Sunday Afternoon

Quiet little house....