This Young House

I found This Young House somewhere in the blogging world a while ago and have become completely obsessed ever since.
This couple (both 27) are DIY geniuses who flipped their entire house by themselves.

Before:After:


Instead of listing and linking every little thing that you need to see on their site, just go here and look at everything...their wedding, the entire house tour..etc etc.

This is what I'm wearing

"Courtney, did you take a Myspace mirror picture to show what you're wearing?"
Why, yes, I did, thanks for noticing.

At least it's better than this one....

What a darling face.
I love basics that I can rotate every other day...

cardigan:splendid, flats:old navy, jeans: 7s

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Three things i've learned in the past 24 hours:
1. I went all day yesterday thinking it was Thursday but working on my Wednesday schedule. I checked my phone every hour yesterday to confirm the correct order of my days. Yesterday was, indeed, Wednesday. Today was Thursday.

2. Do not take your electronic toothbrush out of your mouth while it is on and in the process of spinning. You may or may not get toothpaste in your eye at 7 in the morning.

3. Do not let your friends convince you that purchasing 72 pieces of Kraft singles at Sam's will be more cost effective than constantly buying grilled cheeses at Sonic. Especially when you won't even be in your current home for the next 72 days. Accordingly, I will be hosting a grilled cheese party in the next month.

Mecca

I have a recent obsession with Darcy Miller's "The Bride's Guide".
She is the wedding goddess over at Martha Stewart weddings.

She recently posted pictures of the prop closet that they use for all of Martha's magazines.
Catering mecca. My mom would die over those cake plates. I would bake a color-coordinated cake every day just to display all of them. And, subsequently become morbidly obese.

THE DINNER PARTIES I could throw. Of course, this is all contingent on getting out of my cramped college apt. with a dinner table from 1985 and four mismatched chairs...no abundance of Martha china and champagne flutes will mask a bad venue.

But I digress...and dream a little Martha prop closet dream.

Whoopsie Poo

I tried to resist blogging about ole' douchebag, but according to Chris Harrison, we witnessed an HISTORIC NIGHT on Monday (Was the after the rose special part 2 considered historic, as well?), and I am bound by blog contract to write about all historic events.

Ain't no thing girls, he just pulled the switcheroo. Maybe he got you mixed up, you do look AWFULLY similar.

In my humble opinion, that was just the tip of the proverbial scripted reality TV melodrama iceberg though. The best moment of TV came right about here....
Now Jason, I hate to make light of your gripping tale of love won..err lost..BUT wait! won again..but this moment of hurling yourself over the balcony, crying to the reality TV show gods.."WHY MUST I CHOOSE?" was just TOO GOOD. No seriously, Joel McHale should send you a personal note thanking you for the endless number of times that this clip will be interjected into The Soup in the coming year.

And how about that poor kid of his? Ty, I don't want to put you through any more, so I won't introduce you to my fake TV girlfriends until there are only two left. So, here's your new mommy..cue jumping into pool together in formal wear to signify start of new family. BUT wait, daddy got annoyed..so HERE is your new mommy...oh and I'm going on a press tour for three months.

I was really holding my breath that Molly would announce that she was prego...with Jason's brother or something equally soap operaish on the After the after the after the final rose special last night..but to no avail. It was simply an hour of recapping the 7 hours of crap that we had watched the previous night.

Regardless, now women across the country have a new douchebag to hold up with the utmost douchebag esteem. Thanks, Mesnick.

This is what I'm wearing

And I thought I would only last a day.

Oh, and just for the record, I'm doing this in reference to Cupcakes and Cashmere. That girl is darling, but her shoes cost more than my entire wardrobe. This is more recessionista/co-ed/I sustain myself on bulk cereal friendly.

tunic:old navy, belt:j.crew via buffalo exchange, boots: wet seal (FOR SHAME!)

This is what I'm wearing

I thought about clothes of the day (C.O.D), garments of the day (G.O.D) and ensemble of the day (E.O.D), but all of them yielded awkward acronyms. Instead, here is your first installment of the critically acclaimed series, "this is what I'm wearing."

I would like to say that this will be a daily occurrence, but I doubt I'll post pictures when it looks like a rats been suckin' on my hair and my clothes are akin to wash rags.

Having said that, here is the poorly lit, poorly staged, poorly first post. I have to go write a term paper or maybe I would to take a picture where you can actually see what I'm wearing. This series is starting off with a bang! thanks, priorities.


I am a ridiculous human being. So much so that the camera opted to cut my whole head off.

jeans: banana republic, shoes: target, trench:old navy, scarf: madewell

Tay Tay Monday

Miss Swift's coat is on sale over at kate spade.....


...for $596.....useless.

Don't ask me how I just happened to know this...I even scare myself at my wealth of useless knowledge sometimes.


Also of note, look who's on the cover of Rolling Stone!

She was even cute in her awkward stage. Gracious.

While we're on the subject, go watch her new video for White Horse.
Stephen Colletti makes a cameo appearance. Yes, THAT Stephen Colletti...proving that scripted half-hour MTV reality shows CAN be a springboard to stardom. Hear that, Brody Jenner?...errr, hold that thought.