Forgive Me Babe, For I Have Sinned...

I slipped a smidge on my Lenten/new car no shopping promise. After we checked into our home away from home at the Fairfax in DC Saturday, and Babe was securely glued to the Masters, I slipped out to run some "errands" around G'town...

And, somehow wound up at the Jules Reid/Sissy Yates Trunk Show...

Any pretense I had of swinging by for just a quicksie hello was shed when I crossed that Sherman Pickey threshold. Seeing Jules designs en masse alongside loads of Sissy's bling was too much for my already weakened, deprived self. I caved for the Teddy in Large Green Kiwi and my inaugural Sissy Yates semi-precious forgot to ask which stone necklace...

Penance came the next morn in the form of forfeiting breakfast at the Jockey Club for a très early start on the road, ensuring us home in time for the Masters, with a Cracker Barrel pit stop en route. Guessinggg the most expensive CB breakfast Babe's ever had...

Kindness of Babe for being so forgiving, Jules for insisting I try on The runs small Leo before leaving so I'd know what size to order, and Sissy for helping me choose between which gorgeous necklace was most worth a Cracker Barrell breakfast. (whispers) I'll be back for the purple one laterrr...XXOO

Missing The Trunk Shows, For A Trunk

Even though I had to regret my FB invite to the Jules Reid/Sissy Yates Designs Trunk Show at Sherman Pickey this weekend, I was secretly holding out hope for a last minute Lenten dispensation from the Pope Babe...

And, planned on using Jules très generous mention of moi in Palm Beach Illustrated last month as my guilt card leverage. I owe her at least a wee Leo in Daisy Stream Turquoise or Wyatt Purple Dot Ikat purchase as an overture of gratitude was already queued up in my playbook...

And, I was even prepared to barter a road trip to Ledbury's Oysters and Oxfords in Richmond for a 2 for 1 trunk show Saturday. Buuut, turns out the Easter Bunny has indeed been doing his arm curls and is bringing me a fancy new car in my basket. And, we don't want to offend that Bunny pre delivery...

Kindness of everyone for giving me a pass on divulging which car til it's actually sitting under the beach house. We have spent a full week tracking down and narrowly missing out on the lone model in the country with our interior/exterior color combo and requisite package and, fingers crossed, just snagged choice numero dos. And, I don't wanna jinx it...XXOO

Properly Decked iPhone

Before I even activated my new Verizon iPhone 4, I was shopping Lilly covers with the Preppy Princess...

I broke out in a small sweat narrowing down my choices but, finally settled on the très preppy Floaters pattern...

And, as soon as my Lenten spending freeze lifts, I'll be upgrading my pedestrian Apple earbuds to Skullcandy 50/50's...

It took me about a month of deep Crackberry mourning and 11 straight days of one on one la playa dates to finally embrace my iPhone. I miss my BBM friends dearly but, I've found a new addiction solace in my Words With Friends app. Emma may be up four games, but I'm just getting warmed up...

Kindness of the Preppy Princess for sending my struggling with all the pretty choices self multiple Lilly iPhone covers. The consensus down in Mexico, from a You're Flagged carrying Emma and a Do The Wave toting Julie, was that the Floaters looked like me. At least for the summer...XXOO

Ohhh It's Insane Alright

There's a whooole lotta this going on round the beach house and a certain Furman campus apartment two days into our Insanity workouts...

Right down to the curled toes and, not to mention numerous other body parts...

Maybe we'll luck out and sleep straight on through tomorrow's torture...

Kindness of Babe who will start limbering up those massaging hands for an already sore moi...XXOO

Blenko, UP!

I'm like a gastric bypass patient who winds up an alcoholic cuz they swapped food for booze. Gave up shopping for Lent, and now my virtual self's turned into an out of control shopaholic...

My parents just closed out their season in Ixtapa and generously tracked down, purchased, and arrived stateside with theee hand painted wooden bowl that nearly got away...

But, all I can think about is how I now need a couple of those striking Blenko Water Bottles Joanie always entertains with to go with my Mexican swag...

I'm leaning towards the Original Water Bottle in Ocean Blue, natch...

And, Spring Green to kick off my collection...

Then, all I'd need to do to be hostess ready for summer, is reclaim my swanky new bowl from li'l Miss Lollylocks. Two hours later, and she is still fast asleep in that thing. One limp leg hanging over the side...

Kindness of my parents for stuffing my bowl in their suitcase for the long journey home. This worked out MUCH better for me who would've ended up carrying it on my head like a villager headed to the well as I was already juggling two other bowls and a large platter as carry on. Also, Joanie DiNardo, the ultimate hostess with the mostess, for the fabulous Blenko find...XXOO

They're Hostess Pajamas, That's My Story And I'm Stickin' To It

After getting rooked into back to back days of car shopping with Babe, I spent Sunday in a near vegetative state. I went from my my jammies, to the shower, back to a pair of jammies...

Queue up the Claridge + King's boxer to segue me into warm weather lounge wear...

Since Julie and the girls all have the crisp white and light blue set on order, I think I'll go for the ice pink and charcoal stripe...

With a thumbing my nose at the Butt Police right cheek monogram placement ...

In the still looking stylish in my jammies even though it's noon Avery Script...

White thread for my ice pink pair, and Peony Pink glammin' up the charcoal stripe...

Babe just called en route home from my reprieve his West Coast and back in a day jaunt to let me know the car shopping will resume upon his return. Gulp. Better add these to my lounge wear wish list...

Kindness of Diane at Gracie in Easton for expecting my Claridge + King boxer order to roll in bright and early post Easter Monday. And, Babe, for understanding that all day car shopping for a girl is the equivalent of all day clothes shopping for a guy. I like watching you test driving sports cars about as much as you like watching me try on half the Hermès store. Seveeere boredom mixed with sweat trickling down your back inducing hefty price tag anxiety...XXOO

Wickles

I've developed quite the Wickles habit in the past couple of months...

The Wickles Pickles initially caught my eye in Teeters with their clever packaging but, it's the secret 70 year old family recipe that ensnared me in my three jars per week habit...

And, we're nearly going through as many jars of their Relish with all the tuna fish making that goes down in this house...

But, I may have to fire up the Sikorsky for the Wicked Okra cuz the Teeters at the beach has us pigeonholed as strictly pickles and relish folk...

Wait til my sister Julie finds out they also make Wicked Pepper Rings...

Annnd, Wicked Pepper Strips, both of which she loads into her nightly salad. I saw how much energy she put into just tracking down the Pickles across the bridge soooo, if ya hear chopper blades in Annapolis chances are...

Meanwhile, I'm toying with resurrecting our family's long retired sub night habit just for the excuse to use their Sub Relish. Of course, once Babe reads there once existed a "sub night" (here's where the angels break out in chorus for him) it'll be reinstated like, tonight...

Kindness of my sister Genevieve who will please check the shelves on her weekly Whole Foods run for any of the newly discovered Wickles products. It'll help save on the Sikorsky fuel...XXOO