Sweatpants Thanksgiving.

Last week I spent my 4th Thanksgiving with John's family at their house in the back woods of Georgia. 

Which basically means:

• A full week of (all)day drinking.
• A full week of SWEATPANTS.
• Sleeping in.
• No work.
• Nightly bonfires. 

No complaints.

We started our trip in St. Augustine for a quick reminder that we are no longer 18 and no, we CAN'T drink all night long. But mainly because I had a bunch of doctors appointments that I needed to go to.

Night 1: Call it what you want: Urban Fire / Porch Life / Hood Rat. 

I call it love.

These gems are the hand-painted (regulation) corn hole boards Ellie made.

This also happens to be the game I was playing just prior to falling asleep in a lawn chair at 4am. 

Pre-gaming for bloody mary sunday (on Saturday night). Sunday self needs to remember to remind Saturday night self, that this was a TERRIBLE idea.

Celebrating Bloody Mary Sunday (on Sunday).

The view from the seat I spent my week in. 

A definite upgrade from my desk chair.

The Thanksgiving candle sticks :)

I don't think 6 pictures are necessary. Every night the fire looked like this. 

You get the general idea. 

I made TWO of these.

Also, have I mentioned that my boyfriend has turned into 
Grizzly Adams?

I hate that beard. 

i just wanna party

Dress: Anthropologie

Shoes: Tory Burch

This outfit is a direct result of forgetting to (again) press start on the dryer. As much as I love the accessibility of this dress, it is just another reminder that I need to buy a nude slip! Today I also learned how to be lazier about doing my hair: 

1: shower

2: blow dry

3: only straighten your bangs

My fun filled weekend was indeed - fun. What my body didn't get in sleep it made up for in wine. Easter Sunday came early ... 6am early, for sunrise service on Vilano beach. As much as I hate waking up early, I am reminded once a year that 6am has its perks - shown mainly in the form of beautiful sunrises. It was even pretty with my sunglasses on - early mornings, bright sun and wine hangovers don't marry very well. Easter also marked the end of lent - Frozen yogurt is back on the menu with a vengeance! 

 Remy (sans beard) on Easter Sunday.

 

This would be my sister. Sound asleep. At church.

A beautiful Easter morning St. Augustine Sunrise

I recently stumbled across this blog, these women, and this shop. I am green with envy that these lucky ladies get to do what they LOVE every single day of their life.  I am obsessed with their attention to every detail and the mixture of soft and hard textures that these beautiful ladies incorporate into each display they craft. Being the event planner that I am - I want to plan an party worthy of having the ladies of Conservatorie design centerpieces, showcase every white flower they can think of, and transform my small little midget mansion into a mini Anthropologie. but I don't want that party to be a wedding. I repeat: No Wedding. Is it at all possible for me to just have a party where flowers, handmade invitations and dressing up is allowed? The aforementioned party will also have live banjo music, sweet tea (and beer) served in mason jars, burlap table clothes, a homemade photo booth, white curtains and hanging candles. Now will someone please just give me a reason to throw a party?!

Congratulations to Danica for graduating!!! 

I had such a WONDERFUL time celebrating if you and your family :