of all the shiny and utterly pointless junk mail out there…

life is too short for the misunderstanding of pivot tables.

My closet has an affection…

It does not matter what kind of animal, in the end, and it does not matter what kind of clothing. When the two come together, I completely lose my mind.

It is time…

it is time or a ridiculous cake. We can all agree that Bill’s creation, while setting the bar high, feel solidly into the cute-and-respectable category. And there’s only so much of that we can allow around here.

Dear world,

This very Monday, there is not much I want more… than a 1960s minidress with sequins. This one will do. Sincerely, Beth <This dress and more, cadet-esque and otherwise, at the lovely Violetville… Read More →

sweaters again

It’s a Pat Baldwin sweater, the woman who makes it possible for me to wear my creepy crawly little heart on my sleeve.

Since I can’t seem to contain myself…

I got the first set of proofs for the wedding invitations not four hours ago, and I can’t sit on them any longer. I love them.

Can I just quickly show you this cake?

Because Bill made it, and it is glorious.

Things that happened yesterday:

Yesterday, a toad came by.

cross-departmental progress

All in deference to the two pink, sheep-y sleeves, five warm little chicken eggs and the twenty-five tiny creeping broccoli sprouts that I actually really do love.

dress v pets, round three

Just because it needs to be said: this dress is clearly what librarians wear when they go to sea.