EvY at HomE

The daisy is still alive. I brought him a friend named ranunculus, they're a cute couple:  I grinned and bore it and bought the $10 acrylic box from Target:     It holds the pens and pencils because heaven forbid I be normal and have a pencil cup to hold my writing utensils like everyone else on the planet: The notebook from Old Navy hides them when on the desk:  

champagne bucket top hat.

Sunday morning Matt and I woke up with lots of energy and spent it on various projects around the house, the majority of them outside. I went to Home Depot for supplies in the AM and the work began after breakfast.    We chopped down this HIDEOUS plant we'd hated since we moved in, and then trimmed hedges and stuff. I can't show pictures of it yet cause it's just a pile of of shrubs and we're working on the area with new benches, plants, and something I said I didn't need. I did spend about 15 minutes making something that was so easy I wish I'd done it sooner. Avert your eyes if you are anti-green/hippie:     Yeah, we compost now. Should have done it long ago:     I got a new bird feeder and bird seeds so I can keep the cats entertained:   And purchased a flower pot for the flowers my sister got me:   Man I really want to repaint that door now: Then I moved to the inside and believe it or not actually began a project: The painter's tape caused ...

Liberty of London for Target. Spring collection. The blog world is in a tizzy about this and I am no exception. I mean, dude, we're talking about tea sets and cute gardening crap. I want the teapot, and four different patterns of the tea cups and yes, the little stand.   I want a gardening set since I'm gonna get into gardening so I will wait to buy anything else so I can get the cute gardening set.     "Florals? For spring? Ground breaking" - Miranda Priestley (i love that movie)     If I'm not mistaken, there is a black and white and yellow part of this collection.   It will live on top of this dresser during the spring: And I will throw a tea party.

Our bedroom when it's dark out, its very bright:       When Matt saw the pillow he said, that's nice. He actually liked a pillow. It's hard to get a guy to like a pillow. Well, what's not to like (and for the record, it's navy blue): I really like my side, it's girly and cute and clean:   The diptyque candle costs $50, I got it for free cause I had a gift certificate. Partly I want it 'cause it smells amazing, partly because the candles are iconic in the design world.   I moved the Shag print here:   These guys need something behind them to make them pop:   Goodnight dear friends.

As I am writing this blog I was wondering what else we did on Saturday... Oh YES. After the stove installation we went to Matt's grandparents to visit, then Matt's parents went to a party, then we met up again at Costco to purchase kitty litter, toilet paper and JUST LOOK at TVs. Because guess what, the TV we had, was also my mom's and she wanted it back as well. So after JUST LOOKING at TVs. We ended up with this behemoth and the image I entitle "The day my husband became a man":       It is 55 glorious inches. It weighs 100 pounds. It takes up most of the wall. It has five HDMI inputs. I know some women don't care about the size of their TV but I was a film major. I studied movies. I work in commercials. I watch movies three to four times a week. And I am a very excited owner of a giant TV:     Which takes us to the end of the day Saturday, obviously spent watching blu-ray movies on our most prized possession after our Apple laptops.

photos all sent from my family, not taken by me. my pics are too many. flexing cause she's bad ass: pondering life's mysteries:   dreaming of disneyland:   flipping us off:   testing out her singing voice:   and perfecting her "oh no you didn't" look:   Still cute. Actually getting cuter.

After the doc and world market, Matt and I were upstairs chatting when the doorbell rang and our in-laws/landlords were there. We chatted a little and then Matt put some shoes on so he could help his pop bring in this GIANT box:   Which housed a new stove:   It is not "ours" per se. It's ours for now. The stove we had before was my mom's and she's moving and needed her stove back. So our landlords provided us one. Yay them!     Thar she is. The burners cook evenly! It is fancy! Shiny! New!     We went to Home Depot to get stuff to install the stove into the gas pipe and also picked up a new toilet seat (ours broke):     And a new showerhead so my 6 foot tall husband can shower without having to bend down like three feet:   It is now approximately 12pm on Saturday.

Captain EO in 3D is back at Disneyland: Discuss how this affects your life.

The first thing I did Saturday morning was go to my chiropractor and get treatment. My hip had been out of whack and my neck and shoulders, due to sitting in front of a computer and a high stress job needed care. Here I feel I must explain the chiro. Four years ago I pulled my hip out of alignment. Ever since then I go regularly to a chiro in uptown whittier that I love. He believes in treatment with diet, exercise, and treatment. No drugs, no surgery unless necessary. That's me too. We have a rapport, the doc and me. I make him laugh, he makes me better. I don't lie to him. If he asks if I've done my stretches, I tell the truth. I even know who answers the phone when I call and make some cracks when he sends out emails to the patients in the newsletters. It's a relief to have a good relationship with a doctor. The other incredible thing about the chiro is that before I am twisted like a stretch armstrong doll and always without fail crack up when he cracks my neck,...

We're pooped. Refreshed. Happy. I cannot believe how much we did and spent this weekend. i think i may have a week's worth of posts based on this one weekend. Stay tuned.

I have been wanting to find a way to break out all the black in the living room and I kept thinking the black ottomans should be covered in white or striped. THIS is what I'm trying to accomplish, it was in my head and I kept wanting something simple but couldn't translate it and there it is in the home of Michael Kors: Hermoso.