It's Thursday morning...

 Photo from here.

And I have successfully completed my 3-day cleanse.  I've lost 6 pounds and I feel surprisingly good.  The best news though, is that I haven't killed my husband.  I came close a few times.  On Monday when he ordered Italian and on Wednesday when he brought home Mexican.  But he's still alive... and so am I.

All in all, the BluePrint Cleanse wasn't terrible.  I was never even really that hungry.  Drinking a bottle of juice every 2 hours keeps you full.  So full, in fact, that I was often unable to finish a few of the bottles each day.  I did, however, start obsessing about food half-way through day 2.  Like, very literally fantasizing... about chips and salsa.

I'm heading to West Palm this afternoon for a much needed getaway.  And I'm feeling far more confident about putting on my bikini.

Have a fabulous holiday weekend.  See you on the flip side :)

Cleanse me.

A 4-day getaway to West Palm Beach with a yoga instructor will make you do crazy things. On Thursday, we leave for Florida to spend Memorial Day with some dear friends. She is wonderful and sweet and... a yoga instructor with a sick body that I have to lay next to in a bikini. So, I am using this trip as an excuse to finally try the BluePrint Cleanse. Three days, 5 juices per day.  Nothing else.  No caffeine, no alcohol, no solid foods. 
Anyway, SJP is a devotee and if it's good enough for her, it's good enough for me.  Wish me luck, the torture begins this morning!

(This weekend, I had to "prepare" for my cleanse but cutting back on caffeine and sugar and meat and dairy and alcohol, so cleansing was certainly on my mind.  On Saturday night I dreamed that it arrived at my apartment and I opened the box to find cartons of cigarettes.  I had mistaknely signed up for the "cigarette cleanse," where you smoke cigarettes all day every day, instead of the juice cleanse.  I was so relieved to wake up.)

Who said one-piece suits are frumpy?

I'm digging this one.

From anthropologie, like all the other good stuff...

I love you, bad-ass clock:

I love you, cross-body bags:

Badgley Mishka

Anthropologie

Joe's Jeans

I love you, Stefon:

Imitating Americans...

Sure, I can do a great fake Chinese, French, German and Italian, but I always wonder how non-English speakers imitate American English?  Here's a hilarious and brilliant answer to the question.  Enjoy!

I feel special!

A lovely and flattering feature about Mr. DD and I on my wedding planner's site!! 

Next to marrying Mr. DD, hiring this wedding planner was the best wedding related decision I made.  There, I said it.

We (still) heart Vera

Look who graced the cover of NY Mag!

Louisa Settee available at Anthropologie.

As someone who dresses up to fly, I can totally identify with this cartoon.

From here.

Always here.

Poor Mr. DD is required to complete a number of "residence weeks" during graduate school.  Essentially he and all of his classmates are holed up in a hotel in Jersey attending classes from 8am-8pm for 7 straight days.  Sounds like fun, right?  Anyway- he leaves tomorrow and I won't see him all week.  So close, yet so far away.

I love this, don't you?  From le love.

A whole week without a post.... whoops.

I'll be honest with you, dear blog readers, I typically write and schedule all of my posts for the week on the weekend prior.  Occasionally, I will write something mid-week, but things get pretty busy around here.  I'm lucky if I get a chance to read blogs, let alone write for my own. 
So, as I mentioned, I flew home for mother's day and spent an amazing weekend playing quite a few rounds of this:

learning even more about how fabulous he is:

getting talked into camping out (on my mother's porch) with these two (we made it until about 4am):

and just generally enjoying the hell out of my family.

And I dare you to tell me this isn't the cutest rendition you've ever heard:

But alas, I didn't get to any blogging, which explains my absence last week.  Hope you didn't miss me too much ;)

Oh mama...

I'm hopping a plane to Virginia this evening to spend the weekend celebrating my fabulous mama and spending every moment possible with my rose and my wildflower.  It's always nice to go back to what was home.  It's always nice to come back to what is home.  Have a wonderful Mother's Day weekend!  Here's to mamas!

Ps: Don't you just love a peony?  I'm obsessed.  I can't walk past the bodega without buying a few bunches.

"This time baby, I'll be bulletproof."

This is my favorite song of the moment and my personal mantra.  I blast it on my ipod as I march to work every morning.  Yes, it's been a few of those kind of months.

Lusting.

Bag by Marc by Marc Jacobs.  Someone's been spending a bit too much time browsing Bergdorf's lately.... But admit it, the bag is beyond, no?

(Just don't tell the hubs.  He's not been pleased with my spending habits of late.  Oooops.)

Met Gala: 2010

Yes!  Dear Blake, you are tan and lovely and your legs go on for days.  That dress is right up my alley.

Yes!  SJP, As far as I am concerned, you can do no wrong.  Ever.  Let's cut to the chase already and be BFFs.

 

Yes!  Dear adorable-little-nugget-from-that-movie-about-the-awkward-teenage-magician, I've never seen your films, but you look adorable.

No!  Sienna!  What are you doing?  He's a pig and a creep and I thought you already learned your lesson.  Run for your life!

Ex-factor

Photo from here.

On Monday night Mr. DD and I had dinner with his (extremely pregnant and beyond adorable) ex-girlfriend and her husband.  We had the best time.  I realize that some people find this kind of thing odd.  Plenty of people look at me sideways when I tell them about encounters with exes.  It seems that there are 2 very distinct ends of the spectrum.  On one end there are those that stay very close to their exes and others that never speak another word after a break-up.  Mr. DD and I find ourselves planted firmly at the former end.  We love a good ex, actually.  Now granted, some of our exes don't love us... especially mine.  (What can I say?  I'm a heart-breaker; guilty as charged.)  There are even a handful that likely hate our guts.  And of course, they are entitled to those feelings.  However, it seems bizarre to me to spend any amount of time in a relationship with someone and then sever every last tie.  I don't want to do it.  And I'm glad that my husband doesn't either... because, frankly I totally love his ex.  In fact, every time we see her, I find myself shaking my head in disappointment and saying to him, "Geez, you really blew it with her.  She's super-great.  You missed the boat on that one, sucker."

Girl crush

I have a total girl crush on Kate Lanphear.  And why wouldn't I, right?
Dream job: check
Dream hair color: check
Dream wardrobe: check
Enough said.

I jacked these photos from all over the internet.  Just FYI.

Fannypack!

When is the last time you thought of a fannypack?
I mean, there was that hilarious and ridiculous song a few years back by the group "Fannypack;"

 

but besides that, it's been years right...

Then, all of the sudden I started seeing them again. Very rarely, and mostly on European-looking tourists traipsing through Times Square, but I was noticing them. Then, the other day I met a friend for a pedicure and a picnic in the park. On our way out she grabbed a fanny pack and snapped it on... And I was IN LOVE.  I had to have one.  Hers was from American Apparel, a company that I refuse to support. 

So, the search was on.  I knew I could turn to etsy, the site that never fails me.  And once again, I struck gold when I set my sights on this beauty from redbirdstyle:

And on moi!

the adorable pink interior:

The truth is, my purchase was met with some dissent from my girlfriends, though all the protests disappeared once they set eyes on this fabulous bag.  I wore it all weekend and let me tell you, never have I felt freer than when I'm handbag-less. Highly recommend.

Mr. DD and I attended a fabulous wedding this weekend.  I honestly believe that the flower budget alone may have rivaled the budget for our entire wedding.  Beyond.  I mean, beyond.  Never in my life have I seen so many orchids.  Heaven.