Here's a glimpse of what's been going on lately...
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Polka-dot kicks that make walking the dogs so much sweeter. |
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Sending overdue snail mail to family and friends. // Sparkly and colorful details are my fave, but you already knew that! |
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After B's window blinds fiasco, she goes in her crate when we leave. Tripp has used this as an opportunity to gloat and lay on the bed. |
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Despite a collection of cute tees, I'm happy to dust off my sweaters lately. // Yup, we went to a sausage fest! It was delicious. |
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There's nothing like a fresh notepad to inspire. // This 1Canoe2 gem is the only thing hanging up on our walls. It makes me so happy! |
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Eager to spend my birthday loot. J.Crew and Anthropologie beware! |
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Sunday errands are better with snazzy flats. // Stationery and birthday cake should mingle more often. |
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The rig is street legal in Texas! // An impromptu lesson on diesel from Flyboy at the local gas station. |
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A day trip to Austin has me itching to go back with this guy! |
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A birthday gift from a sweet friend. Thanks, Jenna! I'm suddenly more excited than ever to bake a pie (pumpkin). |
"The details are not the details. They make the design." — Charles Eames
Happy Tuesday, sweet readers! It's been awhile since I shared snippets of what's been going on in
Life's Little Details, one of my favorite series on the ol' blog. In fact, I had to edit the wording a bit and get rid of the
Lil' Puna part. Sigh. I've yet to think of a clever name for our temporary digs, but before you know it we'll be settled in Swell Rio. Woo Hoo! When I try to brainstorm nicknames for our current living situation, I draw a blank. However, I can't help but giggle when I think about how things have changed since September. A few months ago, we lived on top of a hill that overlooked a bay on a street called Lilipuna. Now we live down the road from a place called Cooter Brown's. You read that right. Cooter Brown's. It doesn't get more Texas than that, my friends. I live for the day I have to give someone directions and refer to the tavern without snickering. Try it. Say Cooter Brown's with a straight face. It's impossible.
Hopefully, that glamorous detail about our current living sitch has you smiling! It gets me every time.
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