In honor of today's gray day, I am sporting the smoky eye look. It makes me feel a bit mysterious. Gawd, I am the dork! Another sign of my dorkiness: I forget I am wearing make-up and keep rubbing my eyes which results in black smudges all over my face. I wonder how many trips I will need to take to the rest room in order to fix my eyes. Such a dork I am.

Even though Kevin and Rerun are undoubtedly the cutest puppies is da world, this little muffin sure gives them a run for the money.

Kate Spade sample sale going on right now. Buy a purse because I sure can't. Meanwhile I sure am enjoying being house-poor.

Find the living small ball of fluff in this photo:






Found:



We think the new puppy is frightened of us. We are only slightly scary people. Well, only Clyde is scary. Me? I am sweet as pie.

I have never been quite apt at pulling off vintage, which is a crying shame given how tight my fashion budget is. I have fantasies it would stretch quite a bit further if I could thrift myself wardrobe additions. Yes, fantasies. So sometimes I let myself live vicariously through the thrifting-skilled fashionistas at Wardrobe_Remix. Of particular cuteness is lebonbonmulticolore. Come on, even her name is the cute!

Hmmm, this may be putting me in near the scary realm of internets stalking.

Just a hint. If you're an extremely lazy girl like me and absolutely HATE working out then do not, I repeat DO NOT, agree to join a gym. If you do make the mistake of joining a gym, your husband will force you to work out. When you whine about being tired after working ten hours and then getting stuck standing on a stinky bus for two hours, he will guilt you by asking why you're paying for a membership you don't use. Then he may (but not if he knows better and is not stupid like mine) poke at your belly flab. At this point, you have my permission to kill him.

Five points if you can name the movie.

Yes please to the pretty sparkly here.