a day to be thankful

There are so many things to be bitter or sad or resentful about that sometimes it’s hard to be thankful. But today, among all other days, is a time to reflect on what we do have that makes life so beautiful and amazing.

I have a loving and supportive family and friends who I can turn to. I have a roof over my head. I have a goofball dog and cranky cat to keep life interesting. I have a husband who (tries to) keep me sane and loves me. I have so many little things and little encounters in my life that keep me happy and grounded and make me feel blessed.

No turkey is being cooked in this house today. The Man is at work and a Black Friday Feast is planned with friends for tomorrow so we’ll be sitting around the table giving thanks a little late. Even though I’m not with family today, I have everything I need in the world.

Happy Thanksgiving!


Abby dreaming of the turkey to come tomorrow.


tis the season to be CRAZY BUSY

I think this is the first weekend since September that the Man and I don’t have an event or formal plans. I really have no idea where the early, warm fall days went, but I’m so excited for the weeks ahead!

In the time that I’ve been noticeably neglecting the blog, we had a Marine Corps ball and wedding, both of which were fantastic. I can’t remember the last time I danced in high heels so much in one weekend!


But as much fun as we’ve had, I’m really looking forward to this weekend. I have some house DIY projects up my sleeve, all my wool winter sweaters to wash and block for the season, and of course Thanksgiving to plan out!

I don’t think I’d know what to do with myself if I wasn’t crazy busy.

feline friday bath time

Luna’s hair is finally all growing in nicely after her horrible itchy season, but she still has a completely pink belly. I have a funny feeling that her belly hair will never grow back. That doesn’t stop her from grooming, though.

IMG_20140918_181335_831She was certainly enjoying the lovely sunlight today, though, and the view of the last of the fall leaves hanging on to the trees. Hope every one had a lovely (and not too chilly) friday!

a trip to the fifties

The Man and I went to a Halloween party on Saturday at a friends house. I can’t remember the last time I truly dressed up for Halloween other than some peacock feathers and makeup.

For the longest time I couldn’t think of what I could wear as a costume, and I kind of wanted us to match, so we came up with the idea of a couple from the fifties. I had a dress that the Man convinced me to buy at an estate sale – new with tags – for about $10 that would be the perfect base. His costume was infinitely easier – dress shirt and slacks plus a robe and a pipe and he was the perfect fifties gentleman home from a long day of work.

So I had the perfect dress, some over the top jewelry, and kitten heels ready to go. I did some Pinterest searches for easy fifties hair and makeup and got to work. Saturday turned out to be miserably rainy and cold, but never fear! I had the perfect “coat” to go along with the theme.


Sassy fifties pose.

My German Grandmother’s fur cape-let was perfect, and time period appropriate, along with my Nana’s pearls, my mom’s diamond watch, and my already vintage (and way before the fifties!) engagement  ring. To top it all off, I had an “inside” look with a fancy apron, ready to serve my fifties husband.

I was thrilled with how the look turned out. It was funny because one of the women at the party asked me “Is this real?” to several pieces of my ensemble and was astonished when I said yes. I also told her that my Nana would be proud. She was one of those fifties women who would meet her husband at the door, dressed up, makeup on, and dinner finishing on the stove. So often now, we look down on women of that generation, who took care of their husbands and the home and were happy to do so.

Talking to my mom later Saturday evening, she said that Nana thought grandpa worked with intelligent men and women all day, and he should come home to a woman who was not only intelligent but also beautiful. And you know what? There’s nothing wrong with that.

So here’s to you, Nana, and all you beautiful, hard working, and intelligent women who stay home and take care of your kids, your house, your husband… whatever you do. Don’t ever let anyone tell you you aren’t amazing and just as hard working. And there’s nothing wrong with taking delight in being beautiful while doing it.


Martini, dear?