from that thrift shop down the road

sometimes the work week is just so much work, am i right?

today i escaped my apathy and boredom at my desk and headed to my favorite thrift shop, which is more consignment-meets-hoarders, and is one of those places where you take really shallow breaths to avoid inhaling centuries of dust and mildew and god knows what else.  it is awesome.  i was not in the mood to spend money today, which is usually the case, which makes me wonder why i ever go shopping at all?  but oh, the clothes and the trinkets!

i walked right in the front door and found this black lucite chair for only $28 and the skies parted and the angels sang and even as i thought “where on earth will i put this?” i thought for sure that i had found a priceless treasure.


just to be sure, i sent a picture of the chair to my long distance girlfriend ashley,. who introduced me to said thrift shop, and asked her opinion, assuming she’d be all, hell yeah you go GET you that lucite chair!  but then things took a turn.

me: how badly do i need this $28 lucite chair?
ash: uncomfy and sure to look outdated soon enough. i don’t think it’ll be a good investment.

my soul was crushed, until i received her followup text.

ash: my husband would say that it looks like it belongs in a Miami hotel room where people snort cocaine.

with that, i slowly backed away from the chair, strangely validated in my rejection of the once hopeful seat.  we hardly knew ye, lucite chair!

i spent the rest of my tour taking pictures of ridiculous things and sending them to hubs with messages like “this monkey lamp is worth $100 right?” and “how much do you love this poster of a lady walking two afghans?”  he knows better than to protest too much, so i left the thrift shop empty-handed on my own accord.

here is a glimpse of some of the other treasures that i passed up.

stroh’s is probably the worst beer in the world.  there were 12 of these mugs.  hubs drinks stroh’s sometimes if it’s the $1 beer special at our local restaurant that allows you to bring your dog.  needless to say, we eat there a lot.


upon further relfection, i seriously regret not getting these tiny busts of unknown (to me) Swiss composers which also wind up and play music!  shoulda gone back for these babies.


the illustrious monkey lamp.


a plaque that i 100% seriously wanted to buy for my father-in-law, though i was uncomfortable with the reference to an “old” fisherman.  nobody wants to be called old, right?  but i think my mother-in-law would have approved of the reference to his “best catch”.


and the afghan poster, which is quite possibly the most hideous thing i’ve ever seen at a thrift store.  we both know that’s not true.  but it left quite the impression on me.


i mean, right?

this concludes our thrift store adventures for today, and possibly ever.  it was exhausting wading through all of the W.S.S.A. (Worthless Shit that Sits Around ™).  until next time!

gettin’ it done

it is rare that i wake up on a saturday morning with a fire lit under me to get stuff done, but it happened this weekend and i am so proud of myself, and of hubs because if it was up to him we probably would’ve laid on the couch and watched soccer all weekend (like football and baseball aren’t enough, now we are watching SOCCER, you guys!).  but he helped me be productive, and for that, i am grateful.

here is what we did:

i painted our upstairs hallway the same gray color that we used in our living room/den downstairs (behr dolphin fin).  gray is my favorite neutral – it is so soothing and makes me feel happy.  there are 6 doors in this tiny hallway, but thanks to frog tape and a steady hand, i did not cluck it up.  i want frog tape to be the godfather of my children.


all i have to do to connect this hallway to the space downstairs is paint the 2-story stairwell.  i mean…


i will probably pay someone to do this so i don’t die trying.

technically this is from last weekend, but we finally hung our new-ish TV on the wall of our bedroom.  i feel like such a grownup with a wall-mount TV!  and it swings out.  swoon.  this week i’m hoping to hang some other framed art around it so it doesn’t look so lonely.  we hung it there b/c that’s where we were sure there was a stud without electrical wires running around/through it.  safety first.


the lighting situation in our living room was in need of an upgrade, so we picked up these two floor lamps from ikea.  sometimes ikea just fits the (super cheap) bill.  the pharmacy-style lamp on the right is so HEAVY, you would never guess it was ikea.  and the one on the left went behind the couch and matches one we already have on that side of the room.  i think shaded floor lamps are soothing and this one met our needs.


we also picked up some supplies to help organize our kitchen.  these magnetic spice tins from ikea are so nifty.  now i actually have to use them, by cooking.  fyi, the red “spice” is actually bacon bits, because of course!  we also picked up these super cute le parfait jars from crate and barrel to hold the chia and flax seeds we put into our smoothies every morning.  never thought i’d need a container for seeds.  and we bought a jar for our stevia supply, which we have a ton of but never use.  but mama loves her a good jar.


while at crate and barrel, i found this placemat that completes my life.  the colors are amazing and the pattern is a good combo of geometry and whimsy.  i’m obsessed.  if they made a wallpaper like this i would plaster my house with it.


we did a quick run through dillard’s yesterday where i found the cutest and most comfortable brown wedges for $24.99.  they are real leather and it took me less than 5 minutes to find them and pay for them.  i’ve been in the market for some new wedges since my old go-to’s started to smell, so i felt like i won the shoe lottery with these babies.  buster is skeptical.


he loves to creep into all of my pictures.  the least he could do it hold still so he’s not blurry.

lastly, i made my own wood stain this weekend out of steel wool, coffee and vinegar (recipe via pinterest), and i don’t have an after because the shelf i stained was still wet last night and also i forgot, but it did turn my hands black so i had to paint my nails this poopy brown color that i already hate in order to hide all the stain in my cuticles.  shoulda coulda woulda worn gloves.


i realize that is probably not a very exciting weekend to most, but getting so much done made me feel so alive!  i also drank lots of smoothies and german beer and overall had a very delightful time.

i capped off my weekend by staying up until midnight to watch the oscars.  buster watched them with me, sort of.  he slept like this for the first 90 minutes.


happy monday everybody!

Frühlingsfest in Munich: Sweet Caroline Edition

As previously mentioned, I recently took a trip to Europe with my husband and two of our friends.  We flew from Atlanta to Munich on a Thursday night, and then the madness began.

After our red eye flight landed early Friday morning, we dropped off our luggage and set off to kill about 5 hours until check-in.  This was mostly spent drinking (coffee, beer, what have you), eating (pretzels with butter in them, called “Butterring”), and checking our email using the free wifi at the Apple store.  Fun fact: German keyboards do not have the “@” symbol on them.  Try emailing your parents without it.

We made a stop at the famous Hofbrauhaus for a few beers.  Contrary to what I’d read about it, we found a table fairly easily and got what we needed, thanks to a friend that joined us from northern Germany.  I’d like to take this moment to call out the fact that our friend Greg, who is supposedly a small-town midwestern boy, has friends in both Germany AND Paris.  I am suspicious that he may not be who he says he is.

We finally checked into our hotel, which was cozy, to say the least.  This is literally the entire hotel room.  I’ve cropped out nothing.  On the plus side, it was super cheap.

After napping to soften the blow of getting no sleep on an overnight flight, we rallied and headed to Theresenweisen, the Oktoberfest grounds.  It was a rain-soaked ghosttown.

I almost regretted making the trip to Munich for Fruhlingsfest, until we found the beer tent.  People!  Music!  Beer and meat and potato salad!  We were home.

We walked in an were seated at a picnic table that we shared with various people throughout the evening.  Some spoke English, some didn’t, but everybody was friendly and we did lots of “Prost!”ing.

We observed the thousands of people wearing lederhosen and singing traditional German songs while standing on tables and clinking their glasses.  After hearing one song that mostly consisted of people shouting “Joanna!”, we tried to think of what American song inspired people to sing along in a similar fashion, and came up with “Sweet Caroline”.

And then the band played “Sweet Caroline”, and everyone in the tent knew all of the words.  It was super surreal.

We ordered a bottle of prosecco…I hereby declare this a “mistake”.

After hours (I’m not sure how many) of drinking and celebrating, the tent shut down and we headed out to ride the bumper cars and take a ride in the ferris wheel sans hubs (heights are no friend of his).  Drunk bumper cars might be the best thing that’s ever happened to me.

The next morning, we got up and headed back to “The ‘Weisen” for the big flea market that occurs on the first Saturday of every Fruhlingsfest.  Maybe I should’ve thought a little bit harder about what a flea market usually entails, but it was basically just hundreds of German people selling their junk.  It was crowded and stressful, so we didn’t stick around.

The grounds were swarming with people on Saturday morning, and due to the ruckus the night before, none of us had the stomach for any more rides or roller coasters, so we headed out, unsure if we’d return to the festival again before departing for Paris.

Spoiler alert: we didn’t.  Did we miss out?  Maybe.  But we had so much fun on Friday night that we felt like we’d experienced the festival in all its glory, and we didn’t want to taint those memories with a second, less epic experience.

We spent the rest of Saturday exploring Munich, perusing the Viktualienmarkt for fresh gouda, bread, and fruit,

strolling through the Englischer Gardens, Munich’s version of Central Park,

watching surfers tackle the artificial waves in the river,

and having a beer at the Chinese beer garden.

Followed by a traditional German dinner at Ratskeller, aka “Rat Killer”, which is weirdly in the basement of the giant, gorgeous old churchy building in the center of the Marienplatz.

We got up Sunday morning and headed to Salzburg, home of Mozart and the Sound of Music, but mostly just Mozart.  I’d say 99.9% Mozart and 0.1% Sound of Music.  They really love their Mozart there.

Stay tuned.