I'm leaving in a few short moments to go look at a house which might possibly be our dream house. I'm hoping we hate it because if we love it we somehow have to sell our current place in like a day for a certain amount of money that we might not realistically get in this market and then hope our dream house is still available for us to offer on. In other words, this could add up to total house heartbreak.

My sister asked me on Christmas if I had something fabulous for her to wear on New Year's Eve. My response was something along the lines of "If I had something fabulous to wear on New Year's Eve, don't you think I would be wearing it? Do you even know me at all?" Yet here I sit trying to conjure up something fabulous to wear for both of us. I keep opening my wardrobe and seeing the same disappointing selection.

Meanwhile my bathrobe has a very large stain that could only be from red wine. So it's 2pm, I'm still in my bathrobe, and I'm a little panicked because I have nothing to wear tomorrow night. If this doesn't put me in the category of pathetic, I don't know what does.

I think I'm going to take this blog in a new direction. It's a very scattered blog and needs more focus. I started this blog to replace my livejournal because I didn't want to be too personal on LJ anymore and wanted some place to talk about clothes and shoes and purses... You know the really important stuff in life? But turns out I'm not so good about talking about all that stuff, just buying it and hording it in my closet. So instead I'm going to start over... as soon as I remember how to code blogger templates again.

Actual IM conversation husband and I had today:

Clyde: picking (me) up at 9:30 right?

Bonnie: yeah

Clyde: hey, guess who's awesome!!

Bonnie: who?

Clyde: Kevin!* [one of our dogs]

Bonnie: yeah he is pretty awesome

Clyde: yeah!

*Notice how I was clever enough to not answer myself. Having been married to husband for four, going on five, years now has slowly got me learning...

Does anyone know where I can get these shoes? I have been searching for these shoes to replace ones I had. I will totally break my shopping ban for these. Like what shopping ban?



Photo from Rockstar Diaries. The girl has killer style.

I got carded this weekend... at the movie theater. I got carded for the movie Zombieland* by a girl who looked around 16-years-old. I'm not sure what about me made her think I was younger than she was. There were a group of high school students behind me whispering that they hoped they wouldn't get carded. They weren't, but I was.

I was also carded on my wedding night in a bar which was in the same hotel we were having our reception at. I was in a big poofy wedding dress with bridesmaids. I did not have my ID (because hello? wedding dress = no pockets) on me so I was asked to leave the bar. My bridesmaids were allowed to stay. Clyde came into the bar afterwards and told the bartender some story about me being only 15-years-old. It wasn't as funny then as it is now.

The whole point of my ramble is I'm wondering what would happen if I ever got knocked up. Do you think people would give me disapproving stares? "Like teenage girls shouldn't be having babies" type of stares? I really hope so.

*If you know me in real life and you know about my extreme aversion to scary movies, you may be thinking how in the heck did Clyde get me to go to Zombieland. Well folks, I can only explain it by saying love makes one do crazy things. Plus there may have been some bribery action in the form of Clyde pitching in on housework, then taking me to sushi and sake, then buying me popcorn and milk duds. Apparently bribery works.

I have put a serious curb on my spending since we are trying to save up for a big expenditure. However, I couldn't resist these long leather gloves at Target which were a steal at $17.99. For the past few years I have been scoping out long leather gloves hoping I could find a pair for less than $100. I think these fit the bill.

These photos by Aubrey for her Shoot the messenger project found via Jordan Ferney at Oh Happy Day truly made me smile.

I have been back from Italy for a few weeks now. It's been a hectic few weeks though where it seemed like everything in my life needed attention right then and there. I have lots to share, many of which include stories in which I was a complete ass. But alas I have to dash to another meeting so instead I will leave you with this photo that Clyde took in Rome because we both wish we were back there.