quelle chance.

Apparently there is a new young man I have my eye on. We'll call him The Accountant. My mother approves. Cara approves. Even Rhett approves. The Accountant and I have had opportunities to meet up somehow but not until tonight did we actually talk to each other. It happened like this...::fade out scene:::

::Fade in::

I had worked late because it's the month end and the end of the month means reports, and piles of reports, topped with a healthy dose of THOUSANDS OF EMAILS AND DISCUSSIONS REGARDING REPORTS. (Kind of like this scene from Office Space, but without the detached irony.)

I finished what work could be done for the day and headed out. I came out of the door and angels singing there he was, waiting for the elevator. What a crazy random happenstance, right?

We get on the elevator and talk. We continue to talk as we walk together out of the building and to the garage where our cars are parked. Usually I park in front of the building but I was a couple minutes later today and the spaces were all taken. Hence the garage.

In both instances (parking, elevator) it was a matter of mere minutes for all of this to fall into place.

I know you are extremely taken aback as I am by all these seemingly insignificant things that enabled this First Meeting with The (Adorable) Accountant to happen.

Stay tuned.

too much happiness.

Reasons why this week is great:

1. Clara finds out what they're having on FRIDAY. (Boy? Girl? Alien quadruped? Who knows! It's all part of the mystery. Aren't babies FUN.)

2. We get to Skype with The Precious Young Man on Sunday. So not only do we get to talk to TPYM, we get to see him. The insanity of this preciousness blows your mind, I know.

Oh, and I believe it's also Christmas. So there's that to add to it all.

Carry on.

not to be like, obsessed and stuff.

Currently:

David Tennant as Doctor Who. (Matt Smith WHO?? And Rose Tyler forever, P.S.)

mine eyes are burning: and other tales.

Lately when I've woken up my eyes are impossibly red and hurty. It feels like tired but with a hint of corneal infection. No idea. One other possibility is the cold weather. Pretty much as soon as November hit it feels like we were thrust into the Arctic tundra and my body's still reeling from the shock of it. Skin and hair getting dry, sensitive eyes red-rimmed and watery, and the edges of a cold taunting but never fully revealing itself. A week or so ago I felt my annual sinus infection coming on and headed home early from work. Two Emergen-C's, a Theraflu, and 19 hours of sleep later, crisis averted. I was pretty proud of myself. Very much not ready for winter. I feel like I can skip the next few months. Bears sure have something in this hibernation thing I hear they do. Because I'm too cheap to turn on the heat, a typical winter morning for me goes something like this: Wake up. Stick arm out of toasty blanket pile to discern level of imminent pain once I venture out. Icicles form on arm. Retract arm into blanket safety. Take a deep breath. Throw off covers while simultaneously taking off clothes to dive into shower. Turn on delicious hot water. Next there's denial, bargaining, and finally acceptance. Must leave shower.

Le sigh. Let us now speak of something that is foremost on my mind, and that's the fact that never in all the days of the Galactic Standard Calendar did I think I'd be dating someone who has blond hair. I know you are all up in arms over this as much as I am. I guess the joke's on me. Let me explain, I guess. I used to make fun of Cara for liking Quinn from The Used. Or any other light-haired guy. I've always been a brown hair/brown eyes kind of girl. Cara can attest to the level of my disgust over anything else. But within the last year I've had a mighty change of heart. It started with Thor, continued with Eric Northman, and found its summation in Jax Teller. (Fully aware that I sound like a ridiculous teenager right now, thanks. "There's a difference between like and love. Because, I like my Skechers, but I love my Prada backpack." RITE??) For a long time I questioned myself and my place in the universe. And now, months later, here is this new Eric. Blond hair, blue eyes. And I'm telling you, the view is great from where I'm standing. Yeah, total mindblow. Just goes to show you never know who's right for you, and limiting yourself to only people who look a certain way is probably the most ridiculous thing ever. /end soapbox.

What else should we talk about? I feel like I've been absent from the blogging world for too long to really know what to say to you people. Hm. Do you like...cheese?

you know you're weird when...

your day goes from so-so to celestial when you hear, turn up really loud, and sing along to every word and whistle of Scorpions' "Wind of Change" while driving home from work. all while ignoring the pointed looks from the other drivers. move along, people, move along.

5-step DIY cake stand.

In one of my last posts I mentioned that I found a green bowl and plate that I planned on turning into a cake stand. Well tonight's the night. I finally bought some super glue (the famous E-6000) and made the stand. It's such a great shade of green and really pops against my white counter tops.

Here is a short tutorial, because really, there's not much to it.

The tools you will need (there are a total of 3:

(1) A sturdy bowl or cup that is proportional to your (2) plate. Dessert plates and those with minimal sloping on the edges work best, especially if you intend to use it for larger cakes. And finally, (3) a silicon-based or waterproof super glue. E-6000 does the trick for me, but you can choose any glue as long as it will withstand being washed many times.




Steps:

1. Clean and dry the plate and bowl thoroughly.

2. Place the bowl or cup upside down on a flat surface.

3. On the bottom of the bowl/cup you are using for the stand portion, line the rim with a layer of the glue as it sits upside down on the counter top.

4. Place the plate right side up on top of the bowl or cup, making sure the area surrounding it is equal on all sides. At this point the cake stand will be in a finished position, right side up.

5. Let the cake stand dry for a full 24 hours before moving or placing objects on it.

And that's it! How does $2.00 and 5 minutes for a unique and beautiful cake stand sound? Now to bake something pretty to go on top of it...

thrifted.

Lately I've been a thrift store junkie. Something about it satisfies all my cravings for unique, plentiful clothes at extremely low cost. My awesome and beautiful co-workers Natalie and Rachel first showed me the light in this respect and I'm taking their teachings and throwing myself into it with abandon.

This past weekend I found four skirts, one shirt, two pairs of shoes, a handbag, a plate and bowl for making a cake stand (I'll post pics when it's done), and seven books for $29.34. Yowza. It's pretty awesome. I like having one-of-a-kind pieces for my wardrobe that (a) I don't feel guilty only wearing a couple times before redonating, and (b) add much needed variety and a vintage feel to what I wear.

Here are some of my lewts:

Strawberry red flats, great with skinny jeans and circle skirts.

Red, tan and floral wedges. Great for straight-leg jeans, long peasant skirts (one of which I got and LOVE), and just like, general awesomeness.

And now for the most exciting part:

I may or may not have sounded a small "EEP" of excitement when I saw these just lounging unloved on the shelf. Lyke really?! There were many more, but my rule when thrifting is that I can only buy what I'm able to carry, no carts or baskets, and I happened to hit the book section last this time. Luckily.
From bottom to top, the titles are

-The Fourth Protocol, Frederick Forsyth (I'm dying to read his Fist of God right now, but this'll do until then)
-The Dante Club, Matthew Pearl
-The Best from Fantasy and Science Fiction, Seventh series, Anthony Boucher
-Mrs. Dalloway, Virginia Woolf
-The Best Science Fiction Stories and Novels, Ninth seies, ed. T.E. Dikty
-Brideshead Revisited, Evelyn Waugh
-The House of the Seven Gables, Nathaniel Hawthorne

I also got a copy of another novel that the cashier informed me was risque, as it were, but which I got solely for how the nicely yellowed pages would be perfect for this project I'm working on. Lady Chatterley's Lover? Never really heard of it. I know D.H Lawrence from some English classes, but that's about it. Anyway, I've already torn out the pages I want and discarded the rest so there's that. How could I not make something from old book pages, albeit supposedly naughty ones? Srsly.

So now I'm just at Cub's, taking care of her so Clarence could go to Lagoon with his amigos. I'm rewatching the BBC show Sherlock with her right now; we're on the second episode in the series. It's really entertaining and the actor who plays Sherlock is one of those interesting types of men that make you simultaneously want to maul him but also talk to him for hours because his mind is so fascinating.

Anyway, gots to go. Here's your random beauty shot of the day--Jake G. in a mid-century modern home. Two of my passions. ;)