Me-oh-mi-oh!

Me oh my! I cannot believe I am sitting here in the apt alone listening to the Adult Alternative TV music station! Tea in the old Deeg mug. All I need is my purple lights and I'd feel like I was back in my tiny cave in NYC. Not sure how my living room now feels like that - maybe it's just me that feels like that. (Man, I miss that place). (And I believe with Halloween approaching I could actually find some of those purple lights. Two sets. Bedroom and office).

But I am happy and healthy and all around excited! I just had a little sample sale in my living room. Girls in the building had me bring stuff home for the big fooseball game this weekend. It's quite the shindig down at the beat up stadium south of downtown. OMG, we might even have tickets this year. And, funny thing, I know just where to get a super cute dress for the occasion...

The weather is super Fall-ish in the mornings and apparently cooling again, the store - aka my dream job - is doing amazing, I received a request for an interview in-store next week with a local pub!!!! and I have a wonderful and relaxing massage scheduled for Monday morning. I'm heading to the swanky hotel down the way for a 1/2 off aromatherapy massage. I am stoked. I need a serious, serious relaxation day. I'm going to try and top it off with girls dinner the next night. Done and done.

So needless to say, the uplifting mood is much appreciated and overdue. It's been a long month without any medication and my hormones are happy to be balanced again.

Off to catch up my Rachel Zoe! And drink my floral tea and sit back in my scrubs chilling in my alone time with the dog. *sigh* So nice.

I dine in a warehouse

This is the living room/dining room while we take product at home before the store opens. We have five more companies yet to deliver over the next two weeks. Care to come over and watch some clothes? I mean, TV?

Apt Feng Shui

I was recently inspired by a sorority sisters home featured in D Homes. She had a mainly white living room, very Pottery Barn, not my style at all. However, her shelves were loaded with pictures, books and media - all color coordinated. The color wheel! I don't know why I hadn't thought of it before. So last weekend, when I wasn't able to do much physically, I redid the shelves. Shelves can make a room look so messy. This may be the answer.

This weekend I already fluffed the comforter, changed the sheets, am drying the duvet, made breakfast, cleaned the kitchen. I have the rest of the apt to clean, a mini walking workout to do and a friend's Master's graduation/house warming party tonight. The feng shui seems to be doing its job.

I'm the lucky one

I could totally get used to this weather. Window open, curtains blowing, sun shining. Hurricane force winds could stand to disappear, but otherwise it's practically perfect and has been for days now.

Thursday was our Ft. Worth debut and we opened to good numbers. Not great, but definitely good. The caravan arrived, set up and didn't return until midnight. Jeff was an amazing musical addition, jamming out and taking requests. I think he garnered quite the following. And Kat networked like a professional. Hot Jen and I peddled our hearts out. It's all marketing, right?

Friday was a fantastic market with my 4 page spreadsheet, linking each company to the master. I cannot explain how fun it is to place real orders. And oh my goodness the cutest product. I cannot believe how lucky I am to work in clothing every day. It's just....blessed.

Saturday was even better. Misty and I took to the trail and walked/jogged 3 miles. I was impressed. She's 11! And it was my longest venture since being diagnosed and makes me feel like a real person again. I managed a tank tan spending a couple hours out and about walking through West Village and up and down the trail and just being! Breakfast on the roofdeck at Breadwinners. It just makes me smile to relive it.

And seriously, as if anyone deserves four great days in a row, today's a perfect Sunday. Woke up for Palm Sunday services and yet again reinforced how very very much I heart my church. It's a perfect marriage of the conservative church I grew up in and the contemporary I loved so much in the ATL. The apartment is clean, candles lit, IPod playing, March Madness on TV and curtains blowing in the wind from the open window, sunshine outside, dog sleeping at my feet inside. Group date dinner and a movie tonight.

I am blessed.

Dinner is Served

and yes, it's 9 in the morning.

There is something so peaceful about having the crockpot rocking before you even take a bite of breakfast. I'll admit, it's a bit housewifey, but for some reason today I do not mind at all. Coffee in hand, tummy full and dinner stewing and brewing.

Off to a morning of real estate meetings. OMG, this store is really going to happen!

I think I can, I think I can

It's going to be a good day. Slept in until 8:30 while the boyfriend had a breakfast meeting. Jumped out of bed and haven't looked back. In one hour I've unpacked both our bags from this past weekend, sorted all the laundry, done dishes, unpacked our recent order, put away the rolling rack from the living room floor (been there for a week) and got the stuff ready for my meeting this afternoon.

Lunch date with a bestie on a beautiful, sunny, almost 60-degree day, coffee in hand in an on-the-way-to-clean apt. I'm feeling motivated. Now let's just hope I keep it. (I made a to do list while eating my yogurt and whole grain english muffin this morning, just in case).

I loaded my external hard drive with my old ITunes from the last 2 computers and transferred to my new one and synced the IPhone. I even got the mini piles put away from the bedroom floor since I moved in! Now I can bring in one of the two boxes from my car that I still haven't even brought in since moving.

When I get low I'll just repeat my mantra, I think I can, I think I can. And then take a swig of my Sofia can I bought at Cork the other day. Champagne in a can. Genius!

Stop looking at me, Swan

LISTENING TO: CORINNE BAILEY RAE


I am claustrophobic. Not like I regularly have trouble breathing in small spaces, but as in my current environment is closing in around me. I can see the dust on things. I feel the clutter piling up and see the residue on the counters. It feels like everything is closing in around me and I am about to explode!

I always do this every so often. It isn't anything a good clean won't fix; however, I am spoiled and would like a cleaning lady to do a deep scrub of the apt. I am great at cleaning my own place, but now I live with a boy and he is like the dusty kid on Charlie Brown. Crap lands everywhere he stands. It's actually quite unbelievable. And I cannot keep the place clean with him in it. It's driving me claustrophobic!!

And I am way the hell too broke to pay a cleaning lady. Is there a holiday coming up I can ask that as my present? Otherwise, I will be spending my evening and part of my day tomorrow with a feather duster, a vacuum and some Comet. Good thing my nails are already chipping from my last attempt at an at-home manicure last week.

Until I break down and just do it myself (yet again), I am GOING CRAZY over here in the mess. I see it everywhere and it's distracting me. No, I can't finish that email or make that call because the dirt is mocking me. The dog is even gross. GROSS!

Stop looking at me! Ugh, I've lost it.