Vacation: Part One

I'm on some much needed vacation time this week. Here are a few snapshots of the first part of my time off, spent at my parents' house.

vacation reading: The Summer Kitchen by Karen Weinreb, and The Novel in the Viola by Natasha Solomons

the rustic elements of my mother's kitchen

a cup of tea and a warm blanket while the rain falls on the tin roof

this guy has been my best friend these last few days - we've been almost inseparable

Farmer's Daughter?

{Button-up: J.Crew, Cardigan: American Eagle, Jeans: Big Blue, Boots: Steve Madden}

I am in no way a farmer's daughter. My father is a naval architect/Spanish flamenco guitar player {he's really amazing, people} and my mother is a homemaker and dream chaser {in the most inspirational sense of the term}.

Having said all that, this outfit makes me feel like I grew up on a farm in the middle of the prairies and my dad was the essence of Alan Jackson's "Small Town Southern Man" {although he does maintain several of those hard working qualities}. There's something about the gingham pattern partially showing through the yellow cardigan that makes me feel like I need to go muck out the barn, plant some crops, and then run into town to pick up some feed for the animals. I don't even know.
All I know is that I need to go attend to the chicken coop.
and "G'day," she says while tipping her cowboy hat in your direction.

Treat of the Week: the onesie

Prepare to be attacked by a wave of cuteness that will melt your heart. Guaranteed.
You're welcome.

Eightysomething

{Sweater Dress & Clutch: Gap, Leggings: Aritzia, Socks: American Eagle, Boots: Steve Madden, Necklace & Earrings: J.Crew Outlet}

Last night, I somehow managed to fall asleep on my couch at around 6:30. I have no idea how it happened. All I can remember is sitting down to watch the latest Craig Ferguson show and then waking up at 8:30, completely confused and horrified. Confused because I could not comprehend my exhaustion nor the time, and horrified because I thought I had missed dinner. Thankfully, although I apparently have the bedtime of an 86 year-old woman, I do not participate in the Early Bird dinner special. Yet. I'll be saving that for at least another year.

Happy March First!

Here's hoping that Spring makes a quick and beautiful entrance!

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