Happy Monday, darlings! How are you doing? Have a good weekend? I hope you did because mine was SUPER WEIRD. Nothing a few pretty dresses can’t fix though, amirite? I am, I am right. I think you know it. Because it’s AMAZING what pretty dresses can do to perk up a weird day. Surely I’m not alone in this thinking, eh? :)
Ok, so here’s the thing: I’m a little lost for words today, and I don’t know why that is. Ok, well I sorta do know why that is, and it has everything to do with the fact that neither of us got much sleep last night. And here’s why…
The great thing about installing a fantastic new air conditioner is that it cools off the room in seconds (which, previous to last night, I didn’t think was even POSSIBLE, because I’ve never had a ‘new air conditioner’ in my life), tends to makes everyone a bit happier because they’re comfortable and not having to worry about being hot/feeling tired and instead can focus on life, and, finally, it totally makes you feel like a fool for ever buying anything off of craigslist. We got ours at PC Richards for just over $200 bucks (what lots of people charge in nyc for USED a/c units on craigslist! Pshaaaa!) and it’s pretty much THE BEST THING we’ve brought home this year, aside from McPuppyPants and that couch we bought from Macy’s which I talked about ages ago. Anyway who cares about couches. No but it’s an awesome couch, you’d love it. It’s like, *the* thing people comment on when they come over. My routine for when company’s coming over is to look better than the couch. … That bitch.
As I was saying, the main reason we couldn’t get much shut eye for a while is because we didn’t anticipate our brand new air conditioner having the equivalent of a steel drum casing to it. Combined with rain showers, you receive into your home, without invitation, a football game size marching band-esque SLAPPING on the unit which does not lead to calm slumber. However, our concern was not for us; it was for the Bambeeeeen, whose area is like rightupagainst where the a/c is. When we came out to check and see if it was bothering him, he was on HIGH ALERT, so there ended his living room living situation. He is now sleeping in our bedroom, and he… and we… could. not. be. happier. P.S. – we took your advice into full consideration, and will not be letting him sleep with us in our bed. He’s tucked safely in the corner on his own bed, where I can continue not to sleep and instead pet him all night. It’s going to be like Christmas every day.
Today is like totally like all about pretty glamorous dresses and it’s making me feel so fancy. Fun fact: my mama was OBSESSED with the last post I brought to your faces on Elie Saab, and I was smitten by the contents of this baby, so I figured why not bang out another bit of incroyable for you to eat up, glitter, beading, sequins and all? I just ask that you adopt a high fiber diet for the next week or so, just to avoid any difficulties of the “I stupidly ate sequins for lunch and all I have to show for it is this lousy inability to go number 2″ variety.
Enjoy the prettiness, pretties!
I’m DYING over the sleekness of this foursome below ↓
For those who wanna slut it up a bit…
And now, for today’s installment of Bambino McPuppyPants… in “Two Ways to Get Pooped”
We recently bought a brand new air conditioner. The difference is AMAZEBALLS…
Before the new unit, Bambino tuckered out rather quickly every day, even though he insisted on cooling his bal- er, ‘jets’ in the sun:
With our new air conditioner, Bam Bam enjoys tiring out in other fine ways, such as, but not limited to…
Oohhoohhhhoooo ooohhhhhhh she’s got my rope. Let’s DO THIS!
i love love love my rope soooooo much
OMGOD WHERE’S MY ROPE
PHEW, here’s my rope, here it is! That was close, right mom?!! omigod SO CLOSE, right mom???
i enjoy petting my rope while i softly chew at it in order to rip it to smithereens
oh no… losing… mouth energy… quickly… must… keep… working…
zzzzzzzzzzz. (i sleep with one eye open and one mouth open WHEN NECESSARY.)
by the way, nice dresses up there. i’d marry those chicks.
So, any faves? Are you a fan of glitzy, glamorous frocks for weddings, or would you opt for something a bit… tamer?
xoxo! – Alison
Image credits: Style