This is the dress.
This is the strapless (keyword: strapless) dress that I’ll be wearing in the very important role of Maid-of-Honor for my dear friend Lisa in her wedding – next month.
This is the sunburn.
The sunburn with straps – bright white straps from my spaghetti strap tank that are going to look really, really stupid with the strapless dress I’ll be wearing – next month.
Send tube tops. Or something. Oh yes, and aloe. Tubs of it.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *This is the flowerbed that once was. Critters adorned this cute little “front floral thingie” as I’ve lovingly referred to it over the past few years, and it was getting old. I was tired of seeing the same thing, and considering we’re looking to put our home on the market, I thought a facelift was in order.
This is the painting that caused the sunburn with the strap lines that will look stupid with the strapless gown. Sortof a Mary Engelbreit sort of feel to it, swirled flowers, vines, leaves, ladybugs & butterflies.
It’s definitely different, and I think it will look nice against the snow in the winter, too. A lil touch of spring all year round is a good thing in the midwest!
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *Then, to top off this lovely weekend of continued demolition and general household prettifying, I had another funky dream. It’s no wonder I’m a little odd, with dreams like that who wouldn’t be? I’d pay someone to analyze them professionally, I’d even let someone pay me to record my brainwaves while I’m sleeping and study how vivid they are. I wouldn’t want to stop having them though, they’re pretty interesting although very wierd. I mean really, boiled grapefruit? Blech.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *How was your weekend? Are you burnt to a crisp, too?