What IS this?

This morning, something strange happened.

I woke up from a miserable nightmare in which I witnessed the world end over and over (recently saw The Road...I don't recommend it)

Try as I might to snuggle deeper into bed and watch E News Weekend with an unusually snuggly George the cat, I wasn't feeling. I was wiggly and could not even focus on Giuliana's hard hitting news story about Kendra's shady past. The rest I had been craving and planning for this morning was not to be had. I was in a maddening state of UNrest. Rolling out of my fluffy blue bed, I grumped my way out into the hallway of our apartment and stood for a good 30 seconds, trying to figure out what the hell I should be doing to get this jitter bug out of me. I grabbed a Diet Coke (breakfast of champions) and assessed the situation. While I was sipping on my lifeblood of DC and deciding, I grabbed a rag and wiped down the kitchen counters, which is a bizarre habit I have picked up in the last year or so. I then noticed that while the counters were clean, the stove top could use a good scrub, so I knocked that out quickly, only to find that the squeaky clean counters and range made the inside of the sink look glaringly dingy. Moving on to the bathroom, I again wiped down the counter, which led me to discover that the mirrors were smudgy, and then to find that the floor could use a once over. After about 20 minutes on my hands and knees, and not in the fun way, I looked around and found that the bathroom was great, but my shelves on the linen closet were a painful disarray.

Somewhere around this time, I figured it out. The thing I needed to do was SPRING CLEANING! And I was already on a roll!

Two hours later and I've tidied, done 2 loads of laundry, refolded all my towels, reorganized underneath the sink and in the medicine cabinet, vacuumed, lit candles, cleaned out my junk drawer (epic), and taken out endless bags of trash. George is eyeing me warily, wondering if he might be next on the cleaning list. But since I value the skin on my forearms, he's safe today.

Now, I'm sitting contentedly, watching the Harry Potter marathon and ravenously gulping down sauteed green beans and red peppers with whole wheat pasta that I whipped up for myself. Who am I? Martha Stewart?

The only problem is, the lovely apartment is divinely clean, but I am filthy. And guess what the one thing I didn't clean was?

The Tub.

Oh well!

On to the fun part of my Saturday: purchasing this-

on DVD

and perhaps my new camera!

And also taking advantage of the 30% off coupon I have for Banana Republic, Gap, and Old Navy all weekend long!

Sprung!

Spring, I mean! It's sprung, and I'm in love with it. I belong in these seasons. Spring and summer, come and never leave please. Winter is for the birds. I am so tired of my cold weather wardrobe I could just throw it all out. On a cheery note, my closet would like to give a warm, loving welcome to this little darling

She made her way into my heart and my wardrobe on Tuesday, so of course, I wore her last night, regardless of the 40 degree (WTF?!) weather. Thank you, Target, for caring what your clothing looks like and having the presence of mind to carry fawesome brands like Liberty of London for those of us Target snobs who frequent your aisles way more than our bank accounts like to admit.

Meanwhile, have you ever had one of those truly delicious afternoon drives? The sun is shining, the sky is blue and full of juicy, marshmallow clouds, and you just beebop down the road, jammin' to some James Taylor and poppin' your bubblegum. There is no traffic in sight and you even put down the window a little bit to let the breeze catch your hair. Yeah, that was me this afternoon. I should probably tell you, this:

is what I drive. Yep. I'm THAT girl. In the yellow submarine. Only this isn't a submarine. It's a yellow Sexterra. You read that right. It's a limited edition. Be jealous. She and I have been together since I graduated from high school and we are very happy. We have similar interests: rough rides, sunny days, outdoorsy boys, and classic music.

Speaking of boys...

hmm. All that red just looks like a Christmas present waiting to be opened. Don't lie. You were thinking it too. Although it looks like he may be missing his left hand. I guess that doesn't matter so much. I'd still take him.

SHOP

I've been in the market for a new camera for a while now. I'm not a pro, but I take a good amount of photos, and would like to take more of design projects that I do, and the point and shoot just isn't doing it for me anymore. So, I'm thinking it's time to upgrade to the snazzy digital SLR. I did a little research, and it seems that I have 3 front runners.

The first one is quite a pretty penny, but it was recommended by The Pioneer Woman so it must be good! That woman is a photo genius and I would love to emulate her work. And her red hair. But with my skin tone, that's just not meant to be. Anyway, she says this little baby is the bomb dot com:

The Nikon D5000. It looks serious. It looks complicated. I would love to strap this baby around my neck and travel the world. But do I NEED this for my little old Alabama, pillow tossin' life? Am I that serious? I can buy a LOT of shoes for 629 buckaroos. You know what I'm sayin. Then again, I think cameras are one of those things that you don't want to skimp on. And Uncle Sam was nice to me this year.

Option 2: The Fuji Finepix S1500.

It's the more cute and compact version of serious. The reviews say it's the next best thing to a dSLR. and at just under $200, it leaves a little more wiggle room in my shoe budget. It would also look adorable with a cute strap around my neck (fixation). But the lenses aren't changeable. It leaves less room for me to grow as a photographer, but let's be honest, I would probably be more comfortable using this right out of the box, whereas the other guys would most likely require some study.

Last but not least and the winner in the Miss Congeniality department:

The Canon EOS Rebel T1i

I'd be lying if I said the name didn't have me at hello. I mean, its THE REBEL. I fancy myself a bit of a rebel actually. No matter that I arrived at least 15 minutes early to every class for the entirety of my school career, I am working on my national census form (it's required by law! Fill it out!), and going over 75 on the interstate makes my blood pressure rise. I AM a rebel. So initially, I think this might be the one for me. It's the front runner within it's brand, comparable in price to the Nikon model, and wins better than average points in the strap-around-my-neck category due to the fact that it looks slightly more symmetrical than the other 2 choices. I'm thinking a red strap would be adorable.

But really, what do I know? My current camera was

a gift from mi padre et Rona and the main reason I like it is because it's blue and fits in my purse. So, what do you think? I'm sure someone out there has an opinion about this. Have any better suggestions?

In other news...

stop the presses!!!

J CREW HAS ALL DRESSES 20% OFF ONLINE FOR 3 DAYS ONLY

This little doll has my name all over it...

But then again, so does this one...

...well, there goes the camera debate!

Maybe next year!

Off to play a rousing game of Presidents!

Buona sera!

Sunday on a Tuesday evening

Well, here it is. My first blog. I guess this is as good a time as any to tell you a little bit about myself. You probably already know this if you're reading this, because if you're reading this, it's probably because I yelled across the apartment at you to READ MY BLOG!

Here are a few little tidbits about me:

I love my life. I know that sounds kinda ridic, but it's true. Incredible friends I would do anything for, awesome family that would support me if I wanted to fly to the moon (but not get a tattoo or dye my hair orange), job I'm obsessed with. I'm so lucky, it's sickening.

I love art of all types. Fashion, design, decorating, makeup, it's all good in da hood! I have a degree in Interior Design and use it some in my job, but also as a hobby.

My signature color is YELLOW. I mean, sunflower, road sign, mustard, lemon, smack you in the face smiley yellow. It's on my car. It's my attitude. It's a way of life. And most days, you will find me wearing at least one yellow something. I fear that it's getting a little weird. Growing up in Chattanooga, there was a lady who everyone knew about called The Purple Lady. She had a purple Cadillac and a purple fur coat and she sunbathed in the nude in her backyard. I don't know how one was related to the other, but she was a bit infamous. Am I there yet? I hope not. Please tell me if I am. These steps are my absolute dream. I think I would be in better shape if I had them because I would walk up and down them all the time! Picture sent via Design Sponge by the lovely Sarah

I am annoyingly tall (5'9" and three quarters), blonde, and sassy. I could make friends with a tree stump. If you ever call me an amazon though, don't expect me to talk to you again. For realz.

I am entirely boy crazy. At any given time, I have at least 5-7 crushes, two of them being Channing Tatum and Anderson Cooper. If flirting were a sport, I would have lettered in varsity.

Rawr. Anyway, I guess that's it for tonight. Good night Channing. Good night bloggies. Good night moon.

Tomorrow: in search of a kick ace camera!