I took time out of a fabulous weekend (in which I was, true to goal, much more kind to myself) to laugh at the contradictions that are my life.
I own two things from the rumored-to-be-sexy Victoria’s Secret. These alluring, tantalizing, old lady house slippers. And some shlumpy sweatpants.
These are the two cookbooks I was browsing this weekend.
I wanted to knit, I didn’t want to pay $25 for a pattern book. I photographed the pattern out of the book and went on my merry seemingly-innocent-hobby way…
Why do my bathroom counter contents look like they belong in a kitchen?
What are some opposites in your life? How was your weekend?