Word to Your Decorator

I read over on Young House Love that Vanilla Ice has a new home improvement show premiering next month on the DIY Network chronicling the renovations that he’s doing to his six-bedroom 7,000 square foot home in Florida.

Who knew someone could transition so smoothly from one-hit-wonder to interior designer. Actually, who knew he could have made enough money off "Ice, Ice, Baby" to afford a 7,000 square foot house. According to Entertainment Weekly, he's been flipping houses for 15 years.

If I hadn't canceled our cable yesterday to save money I would definitely tune in to watch this.

Weekend Round-Up

Well Hello, Friday. I felt like you would never come.

I'm leaving straight from work to go to St. Louis for a friend's birthday. It will be nice to spend my last weekend as a free woman with good friends. I've decided to eat only raw vegetables and liquids for the next week but nights out in St. Louis always inevitably end at White Castle so I'm guessing I'll have to jump back on the diet train again tomorrow.

This time next week I'll be at my rehearsal dinner. Here's what I've finally settled on to wear (Banana Republic's Linen Chevron Dress):

I won't be wearing a belt though. I have quite the statement piece necklace I'll wear instead.

I've got that Katy Perry "teenage dream" song stuck in my head and I keep finding myself humming it in my office. It's so darn catchy. "We can dance, until we die. You and I, will be young forever." Katy Perry just gets me.

Just another night talking about Skinheads

Something happened last night that is simply to charming not to share with you.

I like to read celebrity gossip websites sometimes (ok, everyday) and JJ had been telling me that he felt left out that I never share any of the fascinating facts I have in my random brain. Last night, in an effort to include him in my celebrity obsession, I started to tell JJ about how I had read that Jesse James was now dating Kat Von D.

He didn't know who either of those people were. So I started to talk about Jesse James' history and how he left Sandra Bullock for a skinhead.

J: "So she didn't have any hair?"
E: "No, she was a skinhead. Like a natzi."
J: "Right. I know what a skinhead is. They don't have hair."

We went round and round about what a skinhead is before we decided each of us could have one "phone a friend" to confirm our opinions. I won.

It was just another night at the Bennett household debating about skinheads.



P.S. This photo is from FoxNews.com so it is relevant.

Spoonflower

As you know, I've been having this internal need to "nest" in our apartment as somesort of strange way of preparing myself for being a wife. Since money is tight and fabric is expensive I've had a really hard time committing to anything.

Then I stumbled upon Spoonflower: a website that lets you upload your own designs and then they print them on fabric. Genius!

Here are a few of my favorites from their site

Maybe I'll just design my name in a repetitive pattern and have it printed on curtains. I'm sure that is the "simple" look JJ is going for!

Toilet Paper Princess

Just so you know, my mother and I are the reigning champions of the "toilet paper wedding dress" contest.

We had the pleasure of attending this pretty lady's wedding shower this weekend. We've been friends since the first grade!

It was worth EIGHT hours in the car to see how happy she is. Plus, it was nice to have something to take my mind off my own wedding- which is just 12 days away.

What did YOU do this weekend?

I'm just starting to realize I may have a foot obsession

Let's play a game.

It's called: What's under your desk at work.

I just came back from my third (or fourth?) run to the coffee pot and was forced to take a look at the grim state of my under-desk.

Contact Solution? Check. Booties hand-knit by someone I don't know? Check. Candle Diffuser? Check. Special K? Check. Dirty JCrew flip flops? Check. Heated Vibrating foot massager? Heck Yes!

I see a theme: feet. Weird.

What's better than vehicle vandalism? Omelets!

This was a nice surprise to wake up to (as compared to last Wednesday's morning surprise)...

It's an omelet with all of our farmer's market vegetables made fresh by my husband-to-be (or my life partner, as I've started calling him). There is no way a day can go wrong when it starts this tasty-ily.