Weekend Highlights: Second One (Booya!)

I’m back to reality after another lovely weekend spent down the Cape. I thrifted again…

Hoarded glassware for eventual center pieces (the candles will eventually be white or blue)

…except this time, the elderly cashier accidentally put an extra item in my bag: a horrible decorating book printed in the late 90s. After thumbing through it, Mama Beau nodded her head and declared the designs “grounds for divorce.” One project suggested I hang pink tulle from my bedroom windows. Shudder. So, now I’m terrified that I’m going to be banned from my favorite thrift store as a shoplifter all for a crappy book that I would never have shoplifted in the first place. He couldn’t have inadvertently thrown in a trashy romance novel instead?

Saturday night we watched beach fireworks from the comfort of the yacht club. I may finally be getting the hang of using my new camera.

Most of Sunday was spent tethered to a boat playing with my favorite floaty.


Everyone else prefers the adult sized tubes and rafts but I adore my $1 children’s toy from the Tree. Sometimes I stand on it, sometimes I sit on it, sometimes I see how long I can balance in a dhanurasana pose before ever so gracefully flopping into the water. The balancing effort is an ab workout and it keeps me pseudo-treading water for hours. Or at least until the big, bad red jellyfish start showing up in droves. We counted almost a dozen in the span of an hour.

Now back to work which is increasingly annoying. More so than a normal Monday. This ranks as at least a Tuesday in my book.

Shopping Extravaganza

Sometimes I go weeks without spending more than I need to on food and bills. Then I check my bank account, see a surplus of funds, and feel the need to buy completely random items that make me happy.

There are two bathrooms on the second floor of the new condo. Our master bath has a claustrophobically small shower stall which I refuse to enter and our cavernous guest bathroom has a bathtub. I’m currently taking it over with my girly stuff – hair products, tampons, sentimental poetry to read on the shitter. To further mark my territory, I’m decorating it to suit my own tastes. My tastes involve prints of animals in fancy hats.

"Hippo Queen" by Poordogfarm

Then today during my morning ritual of coffee, reading blog updates, and avoiding work related tasks, I saw these cuties on one of my favorite wedding blogs, Snippet & Ink.

Sseko Designs

Not only are they made by a group of Ugandan women who use the proceeds to further their educations, but Snippet & Ink readers get a discount. I ordered a pair and opted for interchangeable brown, red and black ribbons.

In a similar vein, Beau and I decided where to register for the wedding. First, Bed, Bath, and Beyond which, yes, is kind of overdone, but we have really basic tastes in housewares (apart from decorative hippos) and don’t want people to spend a fortune on us. And this is a step up from our original thought of registering at Ikea. Second, Home Depot. Didn’t know they had a registry, didja? I didn’t either until a coworker of mine told me that’s what she did for her wedding a few years ago. We don’t really need a gilded toilet scrubber or fancy plates. We need power tools and gift certificates for renovation supplies so we can continue pimping the condo.

Now I just need to make it through the rest of the work day before heading out to the Cape. Have a good weekend!