Tuesday, September 30, 2014


I've gone absolutely BONKERS for these amazing handwoven and fluffy wall hangings created by artist, Judit Just! How fabulous is her shop?! Go on and take a look. You can thank me later for today's burst of color and inspiration. Then again, that's what I'm here for...

See more of Judit's creations on Etsy, Facebook, and Tumblr.
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Friday, September 26, 2014


Let's get right to it, shall we?
Here's what made me feel all twitterpated, smile contagiously, giggle uncontrollably, etc.

  • Pearl Tassel Bracelet // It's ladylike with a funky twist. I think I NEED it! Tassels AND pearls? Who knew?!
  • Rowayton Pendant // I'll take two of these for our kitchen, please. They'd look darling over the butcher block.
  • Red Stripe Heart via Thimblepress // Another Kristen Ley illustration that's so simple and sweet it speaks to me.
  • Gold Toe Minis // Why are kids' shoes so stinking adorable and impractical at the same time? This could be a problem.
  • Mixed Media Sweater // A floral print inspired by Dutch masters—of course I'm in love! Now for some cool weather...
  • Mini Soft Cover Notebooks // Could these BE any cuter? It's just the sort of thing you'd want to keep in your purse. Inspiration might strike when you least expect it. It's best to have a cute notebook handy.
  • Stripe Makeup Pouch // Always a sucker for all things striped, this pouch is perfect for all the basic essentials.
  • Text Less Write More // Attention fellow snail mail fiends. Spread a little mailbox cheer with these a-dorable postcards.
  • Charlotte Tilbury Lipstick // If it's good enough to get Joanna Goddard's seal of approval, then it's got to be amazing.
  • Metal Basket // You guys, this glorious organizational bin is $19.95. I can't even wrap my head around that! So. Cute.

Cheers to another snazzy week, m' dears! As always, thanks for stopping by.

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Thursday, September 25, 2014


THE MANY LOOKS OF MAX: Tee // Sunglasses // Denim // Sneakers
THANKFUL FOR: As of Monday around 9:29 pm, we officially welcomed Autumn. Hooray! Everyone's amped for PSLs, cable-knit sweaters, and the sound of crunchy leaves. In fact, our local weatherman has expressed his excitement by rattling on about the "cooler" Texas temps. Um, we're talking about a high of 85 degrees, my friends. I don't believe there's a chill in the air just yet; however, the change from triple digits is quite nice. I really hope it stays this way for awhile because the pups and I thoroughly appreciate the morning breeze. Watching Beesly's hair blow in the wind is kind of adorable.

EATING: I wouldn't say I'm horrible in the kitchen. I mean, I like to test various recipes from time to time, and for every flop there are usually a handful of successes. Yippee! That being said, it's taken me almost 29 years to master a grilled cheese sandwich. I know that sounds really basic, but I've never been able to get it quite right. Am I the only one with this problem? Paired with tomato soup, it's probably one of my favorite comfort foods EVER! This past July, I watched my aunt prepare a plate of grilled cheese sandwiches, and I couldn't help but observe her technique closely. I know that low and slow is the way to go, but I noticed that she put a lid on top of her pan, which concentrates the heat and coerces the cheese into a perfect melt. Ah-ha! I finally worked up the courage to test the method on Tuesday night, and it was dangerously successful. This could be the start of something b-e-a-utiful.

LISTENING TO: Being cornered by squirrely strangers is a Richardson rite of passage. For years, I've watched my parents learn the most intimate details from people they'd never met. Add a pregnant physique to this predicament, and I feel like I'm living in an episode of A Baby Story on TLC. Did you ever watch that show? Is it still on? Throughout high school, my sister and I would spend most of our summer vacay tuning in to watch expectant mothers sporting 90s hairstyles document the weeks leading up to their due date. Our reactions would alternate from tears of joy to "Eww, gross!" Anywho, over the past few weeks, I've logged in many hours listening to random birth stories, and it's slightly terrifying. Call me a glutton for punishment, but my brief stint as a reporter doesn't make the situation any better because I've been programmed to ask follow-up questions. Noooooo! Just nod, smile, and walk away, Ash. What's worse? Approximately 90 percent of these anecdotes end with the following: "I hope I haven't scared you." Nope, not at all. It just feels like I was there video recording the whole thing. Thanks! If I ever worried that taking Flyboy's last name would make me any less of a Richardson, I should fret no more. Once a squirrel magnet, always a squirrel magnet. It takes one to know one...

FEELING: Whenever I go to that scary place and I start worrying about all the uncertainties that come with having a child, I try replace those fears with something fun or uplifting. On Saturday, Flyboy was out riding his bike and I just knew the idle time alone could lead to silly and anxious thoughts—that's no bueno! So, I reverted to my inner child and pulled out some of Max's clothes. You would have thought I was in grade school playing with my beloved American Girl doll, Molly.  The boy part doesn't really lend itself to many plaid dresses or saddle shoes, but it was kind of fun to imagine the many looks of Max along with the personality that will someday accompany the slew of onesies and preppy button-downs that currently fill his closet.

THINKING ABOUT: I stopped by the hospital yesterday morning to pre-register. I'm not exactly sure what that means, but it's supposed to streamline the check-in process on D-Day and the planner in me gives that two thumbs up. At 37 weeks, it was the first time I'd stepped foot into the facility. Being the emotional roller coaster that I am, I wasn't entirely sure how I'd respond. I was fully prepared to feel overwhelmed and have my eyes well up with tears, but as the entrance doors opened, I smelled POPCORN. When I smell popcorn, I think of Target!! Suddenly a sense of calm came over me. But instead of browsing the dollar bin and adding Oh Joy! trinkets to my basket, I was being asked about heavy stuff like living wills and a medical power of attorney. Yeesh! As much as those details freak me out, the scent of freshly popped popcorn kept me at ease the entire time. When the day comes and I do go into labor, I might try to convince myself that I'm just taking a casual trip to Tarjay. No biggie! When it's all said and done, there will be a baby boy, a complimentary shopping spree, and bag of popcorn waiting for me. Oh, and I should probably confess that I've never actually had any of the popcorn at Target. It always smells delish, and we'll undoubtedly have a reason to celebrate!

WATCHING: I adore just about everything that includes Matthew McConaughey. In fact, a few weeks ago I watched one of his latest car commercials and proclaimed it was enough to make me want to buy a Lincoln MKC Crossover. WTF?! Where did that come from? Obviously, the VeeDub loyalist in me scoffed, but everything he does is so effortlessly chill. I can't help but get kind of mesmerized by him. Naturally, I loved the parody Ellen created to poke fun of the odd ball commercial. I was honestly worried her jokes and hilarious commentary would be enough to send me into labor. Watch the spoof here. It's SO good!

READING: I don't mean to bombard you with all of the preggo and motherhood chatter, but this space is where I share things that are relevant to me at this moment. It's a lifestyle blog where I discuss life as it's happening right NOW. As a result, my must-read blogs have changed a bit. Each morning, I check Camp Patton and Coffee + Crumbs to see if there's a new post. Both blogs are incredibly honest. I especially love Grace's writing because she's humorous and frank. I not-so-secretly want to be friends with her, and that's saying a lot for this introvert. Her posts make me laugh hysterically. I've also grown to appreciate the collaborative writing behind Coffee + Crumbs. The blog has helped me make sense of what I'm feeling now and what I can expect to experience soon.

LOVING: So I decided to buy myself a push present—a selfless act, I'm aware! After giving it a lot of thought, I decided on this papier-maché snail from Stray Dog Designs. I've lusted over it for quite some time. You may even recall it's made several subtle appearances on m' blog. Since I had a little bit of fun money stashed away, I thought it was time to hit the ol' treat yo self button.

Enough about me. How are you feeling today? What are you up to? Thanks for stopping by!!

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Wednesday, September 24, 2014


They say that worrying is a misuse of the imagination. We wouldn't want that, now would we?! So instead of allowing my mind to be clouded with fear of what's to come—I'm talking to you, motherhood—I figured I could channel my energy into something more cheerful, like an imaginary getaway. After much contemplation, my midweek escape would look something like this...

  • WEAR // A dashing departure from Del Rio means an exciting escape to NYC. Care to join me?! My pretend getaway would obviously revolve around this fabulous Deco Dot Dorothy Coat. And while I'm at it, I should also note that for the sake of today's post, I'm not packing around an extra 35 pounds. Woo Hoo! Sorry, Max! To complete my imaginary look, a chic silhouette like this can only be topped off with a bright pink lip. Funny Face, anyone?
  • EAT // Trotting around the city and ogling over artwork is enough to work up a serious appetite. In this case, I have no choice but to go straight for the Crack Pie. Who needs a fork? You better dig in because it won't be around for long.  
  • BUY // A day this glorious is only complete with snazziest of souvenirs. I'm thinking now would be a good time to finally splurge at John Derian. This Hugo Guinness Typewriter Print is absolute perfection and would look right at home above my Parsons Desk. As I bid this wonderful city adieu, I might as well make a last-minute pit stop at the Chelsea Flower Market for some fresh flowers. We all know how the local HEB lets me down in that department...

Now tell me, how would you escape the ordinary? Go wild with your imagination.
Oh, and don't worry about money, location, etc. After all, it's Whimsical Wednesday in bloggie land. Get down with your creative self!

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Tuesday, September 23, 2014


I'm feeling blue, but in the BEST way possible. All of this cobalt goodness has me wondering if I'm finally ready to embrace the idea of having a baby boy. I'd hope so—I mean, it's only taken me nine months. Oops! While I don't plan on trading in punchy pops of pink anytime soon, I'm open to bright shades of blue (Oh hey, Lapis and Azure!). Here are a few of my latest and greatest favorites...   


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Monday, September 22, 2014


"The details are not the details. They make the design." — Charles Eames
My hospital bag might be ready, but I'm not exactly sure I'm there yet. Yikes!
My general sentiments about pregnancy summed up in a t-shirt. And don't worry, I'm not naming our son, Felicia.
The cutest playing cards from 1Canoe2. I want to frame this one and hang it by my desk. You know how much I love the letter "A".
Flyboy's birthday cake was a success, but there's no way we're going to be able to finish it ourselves. It appears my eyes were bigger than my appetite.
There are few things Beesly loves more than truck rides. This little lady teaches us a thing or two about life's simple pleasures.
You see what I mean about FB stealing my pregnancy pillow?! This is a regular occurrence. He acts like it was his birthday or something...
I bought these two months ago as a "postpartum treat" for walks with Max and working out. It's taking everything inside me to wait to wear them.
Having Starbucks in Swell Rio has made this place infinitely sweeter. I relish my weekly trips into town for a quick Macchiato.
Flyboy's birthday weekend was ALL about the bike. He went for a few rides, put his snazzy new helmet to use, and splurged on a set of aero bars.
Words of wisdom courtesy of the oh-so inspiring Austin Kleon.
Happy Monday, m' dears! I hope your week is off to a swell start. 
What did you do this weekend that made you grin from ear to ear? I'm just dying to know.
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Friday, September 19, 2014


Let's get right to it, shall we?
Here's what made me feel all twitterpated, smile contagiously, giggle uncontrollably, etc.

Cheers to another snazzy week, m' dears! As always, thanks for stopping by.
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Thursday, September 18, 2014


THANKFUL FOR: The closer you get to having a baby, the more people tell you to enjoy this peaceful time, to rest, and relax. As a busy body, I don't get the rest portion, but swollen appendages have been enough to make me stop and take a moment or two for myself. I guess it's the silence and being alone part that I didn't think I'd have a problem with. I typically LOVE being by myself (introvert alert!), but all of this quiet time scares the bejeezus out of me. I'm a naturally introspective person, but for some reason or another, the time alone means that I have to be one with my thoughts. Yowzah! Depending on the moment, my mind can wander, and I get so incredibly scared about the future—it can feel paralyzing at times. The moment I begin to feel this way, I know I can look behind me and Beesly is right there sporting a smile. It's like she knows I can't be trusted and that I need her companionship now more than ever. Her goofy grin and stinky breath are enough to wipe away anyone's worries. Sometimes I wonder if she gets tired of following my every move. I truly appreciate her unconditional love and tenacity. She's the best!

EATING: Tomorrow we'll celebrate Flyboy's 29th birthday. So how do we plan to whoop it up? I'm glad you asked. Aside from a few confetti guns (I'm kidding, kind of...), I plan to make him this Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Ice Cream Cake. I told him I'd make him any dessert he wanted and this is what he chose. I can't say I hate the idea of indulging in this bad boy over the weekend. While it says it serves 10-12 people, I have a feeling the two of us will have it finished by Monday morning. Additionally, I'm going to go ahead and attribute any weight gain at next week's appointment to this hunk of deliciousness.

WATCHING: Seeing Flyboy read books like "Dude, You're Gonna Be a Dad" is an absolute hoot. Last Saturday afternoon, I found myself organizing my closet for the umpteenth time. Convinced I should take a quick break, I visited the living room to see what my sweet family was up to. The pups were conked out and FB was nose deep in his book. When I originally bought it for him back in February, I never realized he would take it so seriously. In fact, it's proven to be rather annoying because the more he reads, the more anxious he gets about me doing anything. I could pat my stomach and say "Ouch!" simultaneously, and suddenly he thinks it's time to head to the hospital. Don't get me wrong, it's incredibly sweet, but it has me wondering which one of us will be calm, cool, and collected when D-Day finally arrives. I predict there will be plenty of comedy in the chaos.

FEELING: I have to apologize, m' dears. I think this head cold has zapped my creativity this week, so I'm sorry if the blog content has been a little dull. I've been in an absolute funk since last Sunday, and I'm so ready to say good-bye to all the sniffling and stuffiness. I tried to sweet talk my nutty nurse into giving me some of the good stuff, but it looks like I'm stuck gargling salt water and packing tissues with me wherever I go. I hope a few generous slices of ice cream cake and a relaxing weekend will bring a fresh start.

Three of my favorite guys EVER were born in the month of September. There's my Dad, Flyboy, and my dear Godson, Kinnick. That being said, I'd be more than alright to have Max hold off for a few more weeks and grace us with his presence in October, as originally intended. It's not that I don't want him to join this fabulous cast of characters, because he'd be in the BEST company, but I could really use a few more weeks to prep (both mentally and physically). I'm honestly not sure if I'm ready to meet the lil' fella quite yet. And now that I put this out there on the Interwebs, I've surely tainted myself, haven't I?! Gulp.

LISTENING TO: While some little girls dream about castles and prince charming, my sister, Aubrey, had her sights on unsuspecting subjects—like Jane Goodall and wild chimpanzees. This past Monday, Aub sent my mom and me a text saying the famed primatologist would be visiting the University of Missouri this week. This meant that she would finally get her chance to see the woman she's idolized since grade school speak at a lecture. Um, hello bucket list! When I finally got an opportunity to discuss the lecture with Aubrey, I could hear the utter joy and excitement in her voice. I don't think it gets much better than that, my friends. I only wish I could have attended the event with her to witness the double-barrel grin that was painted on her face.

READING: You know I love me some Whoorl, so naturally I thought Sarah's latest Mindful Monday post was fantabulous! I especially appreciated how she shared Christian Larson's words, but included thoughts of her own in parenthesis. Promise me you'll read it...

LOVING: This past May, I was approached by Nuna to review a few of their products and share it on my blog. Pretty cool, huh?! But because we haven't had a chance to put our car seat and bouncer to the test just yet, I've been reading all sorts of reviews and staring at the products just wondering what it will be like when a baby is actually using them one day. I really can't wait to share my thoughts with you! Based on all the great things I've read, we went ahead and opted to get a Nuna stroller which conveniently has adapters that work with the car seat we were gifted. My in-laws graciously purchased the Pepp Stroller for us and it arrived this week. Hooray! I just know it's something we'll get plenty of use and enjoyment from. Now if I could just figure out how I'm going to walk two dogs and push this contraption at the same time. As Bob Wiley would say, "Baby steps."

Enough about me. How are you feeling today? What are you up to? Thanks for stopping by!!
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Wednesday, September 17, 2014



Have you ever come across a song that you had to work up the courage to listen to? Whenever this particular tune comes over the radio, you have to change the station entirely or press skip. Oddly enough, I couldn't listen to Sunny and 75 by Joe Nichols because the melody reminded me of a very specific memory, and I wasn't prepared to let go. I guess listening to the song in its entirety meant that I'd accepted it as part of our past, and who likes to say good-bye, anyway?

On our last day in Hawaii, we must have heard that particular song play on the local country station and iTunes radio at least a dozen times. I promise that's not an exaggeration; we couldn't escape it if we tried. Flyboy sang along, but after the second time we heard it in an hour's time, I began to sob. As hokey as it sounds, I tend to internalize lyrics and interpret them quite literally. If it's playing at a certain moment in time, I think of it as a sign. In this case, I thought about FB in his Ray-Bans, the salt air, and the sun. Oh, and let's not forget about our beloved beach chairs and all the time we logged in them sitting seaside. How could we possibly bid this chapter of our life adieu? In the months that passed, hearing that song felt like someone was adding salt to the wound. Where was the idyllic Hawaiian scenery of our past? Would we ever feel like that again? How could we possibly top an experience like this?

When you find yourself reminiscing about the past and scrolling through albums filled with all the highlights—Instagram filters included—you tend to forget that with the good comes the bad. That's life! My perspectacles reminded me that our Hawaii chapter was far from perfect. If I'm being completely honest with myself, we spent a lot of time apart. We learned to live without each other. We experienced countless moments of loneliness and heartache. The memories we made are priceless, but those three years were a lot tougher than we ever imagined. You see, on the surface that assignment seemed to fit the song's lyrics to a T, but in a year's time I've realized my idea of Sunny and 75 looks a little different than I ever imagined, and I've learned I'm okay with that.

This epiphany, while 10 months too late, came over me a few short weeks ago. The dreaded song began to play as I headed into town. Instead of changing the station, I drove to my doctor's appointment and listened to all 3 minutes and 28 seconds from start to finish. I found this move particularly risky because music and pregnancy hormones just don't mix. I tend to shoot for the obscene and explicit, otherwise EVERYTHING has sentimental value and I could potentially be on the verge of an unsightly meltdown. We don't want that, now do we?? As I pulled into the parking lot, the song came to a close, and I refrained from the ugly cry. I sat there in disbelief and a tad bit proud of m' self. Then I felt confused. Maybe it's time to dig a little deeper?!

Despite my love for a postcard-perfect view, Sunny and 75 is no longer about a place or an isolated memory in time. Instead, it has everything to do with my partner in crime, and the way he makes me feel about our life together. Our adventure awaits, and boy does it look ravishing! As the years pass by and we continue to move around, the ways in which we interpret the song will evolve. For now, it feels more like 105 degrees and that beach scenery has been replaced with a desolate highway and Wal-Mart, but our story is just about to take an exciting turn. I'm learning to appreciate the view, no matter the locale, as long as he's by my side.

Here's to finding your Sunny and 75, no matter how you choose to define it.

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Tuesday, September 16, 2014


I'm not sure if being 36 weeks pregnant has finally caught up with me, or if it's the fact that I've also got a terrible head cold. I just know that on a day like today, I could really go for some of my favorite things and maybe a dose of Dayquil. But since I can't take any of the good meds, I think I'll focus on something more delightful, such as pom-poms, gingham, Alexander Calder, punchy colors, and ballet flats. Enter En Soie—a Swiss brand best known for its iconic écharpes (that's fancy pants for scarves) and foulards, ceramics and jewelry pieces which perfectly represent their unique philosophy of fashion. I'm particularly smitten with this hand-embroidered Vom Faden zum Kleid silk clutch ("from the thread to the dress") in shocking pink. All En Soie products are handmade and vary from item to item making them all the more charming. Shop En Soie here and learn more about the history of the brand here.

In the meantime, I'm off to visit my nutty nurse this morning. Wish me luck! There will definitely be Starbucks in my future.

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Friday, September 12, 2014


Let's get right to it, shall we?
Here's what made me feel all twitterpated, smile contagiously, giggle uncontrollably, etc.

Cheers to another snazzy week, m' dears! As always, thanks for stopping by.
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Thursday, September 11, 2014


THANKFUL FOR: If you feel the urge to shout something from the rooftops these days, you unabashedly share your excitement via every social media outlet possible. I exercised my right to do so this week when Starbucks opened in Swell Rio. After driving seven miles to sip on an Iced Grande Caramel Macchiato, I could hardly contain my excitement. Is this for real?! Cue the happy dance.

EATING: Is there anything better than a really great apple? I didn't think so. Unfortunately, I haven't had the best luck choosing them lately—that was until this past week's trip to HEB. Huzzah! I don't typically gravitate toward green apples, but I took a few home. I blame the round shape and lovely coloring for this haphazard decision. It turns out, they were incredibly delicious and I've been noshing on apple slices all week. I've got my fingers crossed I bring home another tasty batch when I return to the store on Friday.

WATCHING: Yesterday my day was made when I followed the Ice Queen through the hallowed halls of Condé Nast as she answered 73 questions. Oh, if only... Take a moment and see the repartee for yourself. Vogue's legendary editor-in-chief shares 73 things that make her Anna Wintour in this quick-fire Q&AEek! This rare peek into Wintour's brain is such a treat.

Last Sunday, Flyboy went for one of his weekend bike rides. He usually cycles anywhere from 30-40 miles and it takes him about two hours. I swear he comes back a different person. Any stress from the week is gone and he comes home pumped—you would think he just rode a stage from the Giro d'Italia. While he's away, I engage in a workout of my own: i.e. clean the house, send snail mail, or piddle around on Pinterest and Instagram. I'm certain we burn an equal amount of calories. Ha! Anywho, when he returned from his ride, he asked me the following question: "Do you think when the baby arrives I'll still have time for things like this?" I smiled and tried to fight back any hormonal tears. Throughout this pregnancy, Flyboy has been my rock, but a BIG part of me wants to know what worries and fears HE has. I feel kind of crazy because I vocalize my doubts on a regular basis. For the first time, it was clear that he, too, was anxious about how this baby would fit into our routine. How will things change? Will we have time to do the things we love—the things that make us feel whole? It certainly won't be as easy as it's been for the past six years to just pick up and go; however, it's clear that we will need to make time for the things that keep us centered. Perhaps that means Max and I will have to load up and meet FB halfway through his ride at the new Starbucks for a quick drink or snack?! Making adjustments to our routine is inevitable, but I'm certain that adding to our brood will make us feel whole in a way we've yet to experience.

THINKING ABOUT: My sister got me the most amazing carrier from Solly Baby. Up until a week ago, I had yet to take it out of its box. Oops! In my defense, who wants to mess with packaging perfection?! We're talking scalloped edges and polka dots, my friends. This thing is beautimous! But in the name of nesting, I finally got it out and started to play with this striped contraption. I initially had visions of wearing it as a scarf (obvi), but when I realized I was getting sidetracked by accessories (totally normal), I grabbed a stuffed animal and attempted to follow along with the online tutorial. Um, yikes! It looked nothing like what Elle created in her video. Babywearing, my butt! I tried it a few different times, but got different results with each attempt. In fact, the dogs just sat there looking up at me in judgment. I felt like Beesly's eyes said "You've got this ALL wrong!" For now, I'm going to blame it on my large belly and give it another shot this weekend with Flyboy as my model. Wish us luck! On the bright side, it can't get any worse...

LISTENING TO: When the doctor told us the baby could hear our voices at this point, I began to panic. Colorful language and snarky comments aside, what about the music I listen to throughout the day?! Have I already ruined this kid? The doc also mentioned the baby's movements might change in response to sounds, which I find creepy and cool all at once. On Tuesday, I was driving The Rig home from an appointment and Jason Derulo's Wiggle came on iTunes radio. Ever the sucker for a ridiculous earworm, I began to sing along and he started to kick like crazy. I initially smirked at the irony, but then I got all flustered thinking about raising a boy and the chauvinistic nature of the song. Oh. Em. Gee. Do you see what happens when I go to the dark side? I managed to suck the fun out of the moment in an attempt to get it all figured out. Lighten up, Ash! After giving it a little thought, I've decided the solution involves a pair of ear muffs. "Honey, throw these on so mommy can listen to her music for a few minutes..." I'm only kinda sorta kidding about that one. Hey, Sophia Grace knows when to edit the risqué lyrics from Nicki Minaj tunes and she's an utter delight! 

READING: The post man stopped by the house on Monday with Domino Magazine's Fall 2014 Issue. Hello, new best friend! To all the skeptics out there, it's SO worth the $12 price tag. I can assure you there's plenty of NEW design content. I especially adored the feature with Emily Henderson (just another imaginary bestie) and my heart burst when I read the piece about Georgia O' Keeffe.

LOVING: If you glanced inside my closet, you'd roll your eyes if I told you I needed another striped Breton-style shirt. What can I say? It's a weakness. In this case, I knew J.Crew's Side-Zip Stripe Tee would be a winner the instant I laid eyes on it. For years I've tried to make the Saint James knits work for me, but they were always too big and too boxy. Bleh! This top reminds me of it, but BETTER. I love the loose fit and the zipper details on the sides are a preggo lady dream. Could I have one in each color?

Enough about me. How are you feeling today? What are you up to? Thanks for stopping by!!

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