Are you kidding?

The Olympics, Westminster Dog Show and American Idol all on the same night.  Is this some kind of sick joke?  I'm hyperventilating already.  When I say my prayers tonight I'll be thanking baby Jesus for DVRs.

(my favorites!)

Oh, and don't think for a second that I've forgotten that it's fashion week.  I'm closely monitoring every moment.  More on that later.

I love you:

Best.concealer.ever.

I love you:

My favorite person on my favorite reality show.

I'm totally obsessed with you:

I'm losing sleep over the Olympics.  I cry at every personal interest athlete piece.  I cannot stop watching.  I wish the Olympics were every year.

Breakfast at Tiffany's

Can you believe it's taken me this long to see Breakfast at Tiffany's?  I'm embarrassed to admit it, but it's true.

Mr. DD is away for a week on a well-deserved, fancy-pants ski trip in Telluride.  That means I'm home alone and left to my own devices.  My days have been full of working and studying, but my nights have been completely my own.  My husband is away quite a bit, so I've learned to take advantage of the times when I'm flying solo.  I drink white wine over ice, eat Lean Cuisine's on the sofa, leave dishes in the sink, watch sappy movies in bed, hog the covers, and catch up on my self-tanning.  All the things Mr. DD hasn't got much patience for...

I've gotten very good at arranging our Netflix queue according to his trips.  This trip it was time for Breakfast at Tiffany's.  Truthfully, I found the storyline kind of trite and predictable and the male actor (I don't even know his name), bored me to tears... but Audrey... I fell completely in love with all 90 pounds of her.  The hair, the costumes, the props.  Love, love, love.

 

Long before Sarah Palin got her mitts on this look, Audrey perfected it.

 

 

I hate a cigarette, but her props were undeniably fabulous.

  

I find it hard to believe that she ever ate a donut in her life.

  

 I always thought I was too old for pigtails, but if Audrey can do it...

 

For $24.95 this sleep mask can be yours.   A measly $5.99 and you can have the earplugs too!

I love you, I hate you.

I love you:

Not cheap, but a great product.  As usual, Origins does not disappoint.  Buy it here.

  I hate you:

Who is this Kesha character and how the hell did she get a record deal?  Her lyrics are beyond asinine.  I feel embarrassed for her. 

Winter shorts

 I love the idea of shorts in the winter.  Have I had the guts to wear them yet?  No, of course not, but in my defense, it's been frigid in NY these days.  However, when the time is right, I plan on sporting a sexy pair.

 

  

  

  

  

 

Images from here here and here.

Perfect Valentine's Day gift for me and Mr. DD?

I mean, come on.  What could be more perfect for us!?

From here.

Hello, old friends.

If "thinking about blogging" counted as "blogging," 40 days certainly would not have passed since my last post.  But, alas... it does not.

I took a bit of a hiatus from the blog-o-sphere, and to be truthful, I've not yet decided whether or not to return.  Since my wedding, I've felt a bit lost for content.  I'm no longer spending hours trolling the web for wedding related inspiration and as a result, I've felt less inspired to contribute to my blog.  What the hell is there to talk about anymore?  I highly doubt "What I ate, What he ate" is terribly riveting material that my readers would miss sorely.

Plus, I recently got a new job (Hooray!) with lots of responsibilities and I'm studying for a licensing exam in my field.  Mr. DD has added an Ivy League Executive MBA program (I'm so proud of him.) to his already full plate, prompting me to busy myself with friends and projects and extra-curriculars so I'm not sitting in front of the TV eating my dinner off a tray and drinking red wine by the bottle every night of the week.

Decisions, Decisions...