My husband.I love him.
Truly, with all of my heart. A romantic, epic love for the ages. A bodice ripper novel in the making. He makes my knees weak, makes me giggle like a girl, talks me into things no sane woman would do.
Like going to Crate and Barrel to buy a food processor.
My 25 year old La Machine was not good enough, evidently, and he had a gift card burning a hole in his jeans, so off we went to replace my offending appliance with "Oooooo, SHINY!"
Bad photo, sorry, but I'm a very cute reflection.
I fell in love with this. Tell me that key lime green isn't me! And since I have a
huge tiny problem with coffee, it may have been worth it...
...to someone with a whole lot more expansive checkbook. This has to go on clearance sometime.
I loved the bright vibe of this display. Oh yes, I am in fiesta mode.
Can this be my patio? I'll have to work on that.
Savannah and I actually both stopped and drooled over this display of tealight holders. The colors just burst. But we both saw the same thing: a line of these going down a yellow runner, filled with water, and each holding a single blossom snipped just beneath the head.
This will be mine. Oh, it will. But I promise, the price tag will be VERY different.
The Cuisinart? They're having some alone time at the moment. Yes, he got it. And tomorrow, that man owes me some blog time.