Peachy Keen
Posted on | April 17, 2012 | 2 Comments
Peach is such a spring-y color. And we finally got some spring up in herrrrre. The painful and dickish cooler temperatures seem to have moved on (permanently?!). Which make my heart swell with love because I love nothing more than spring dresses and dates for cocktails on patios. But I digress. I figured a dose of springy peach loveliness from your favorite Georgia peach was in order on this Tuesday. And don’t play coy, we all know I’m your favorite lady from Georgia who also writes a blog called Old Sweet Song and is named Amy and curses like a sailor and has perfect fingernails.
1. Laura Mercier lip gloss in naked apricot
2. Stripe Dolman Sleeve tee in neon peach combo from JCREW
3. xlarge shimmery sparkle thread by Spun by Subtle Luxury at Piperlime
4. Diane Von Fustenberg Drew Colorblock Tote
5. frozen peach margaritas from Martha Stewart
Lipstick Love
Posted on | April 16, 2012 | 1 Comment
For most of my life, I wasn’t a lipstick person. I was all gloss all the time. But that’s all changed in the last year or so. Now I’m a devotee. I always have four lipsticks with me and I change out which I wear pretty regularly. They’re all from Bobbi Brown because I’m beginning to understand that everything from Bobbi is amazing and perfect.
There are few things more feminine than lipstick. I can apply a quick layer of pretty pink or sexy red or what have you and feel instantly more pulled together. I think it takes confidence to wear lipstick. Gloss says “hey there, what’s up” but lipstick screams “Hello! Check me out, I’m a pretty lady!” I am a believer in the power of lipstick. Are you?
The Dating Files: It’s in a (nick)Name
Posted on | April 13, 2012 | 8 Comments
So as my great search for love continues I’ve noticed an interesting phenomenon. I’m very lucky and I have a lot key people who are rooting for me, people who want to know how my dating life is. So as I go on dates (and let’s be clear, I go on quite a few) I inevitably share some of the highlights and lowlights with my aforementioned esteemed counsel. And you know what both I and they have noticed? Since I started dating again in December, I almost never call any of these boys by their names. Instead, I assign each of them a simple and straightforward nickname so my trusted confidants and I can keep them all straight. And that makes sense right? With so many dudes it can be downright confusing to try and keep up with all the goings on in my love life. But that’s only part of the story. You know what they say about naming the puppy? That if you bring a puppy home and you name it then you’ll get emotionally attached and want to keep it. The same sort of thing applies to my dating life. I’ve been on tons of dates. Some more than once and even twice but I haven’t gotten serious enough with anyone to start referring to them by their name. And when I do, I think me and everyone around me will know that I’ve finally met someone I really like.
For your reading pleasure here’s a sampling of a few of the men I’ve dated in the last four months as represented by their nicknames:
Crazy Texting Guy (I tried to break thing off with him via text and he sent me all these sad, pleading texts)
Jeopardy Guy (Yes, I dated not just a Jeopardy contestant but a Jeopardy winner. Kid was smart)
Improv Guy (He did improv)
The Mailroom Guy (Worked in a mailroom)
The Hot Guy (Was very attractive)
Arkansas Guy (Hailed from Arkansas)
The Republican (We’ll refer ro this as The Great Mistake)
Thumb Ring Guy (I loathe male jewelry. And a thumb ring?! Ugh. The mental picture/memory of it still gives me the skeevies)
See how confusing it gets?! Oh it so very hard to be me. And without saying too much or getting into specifics, the online dating gods have been kind to me recently. So here’s to meeting somebody who I hope sticks around for awhile. Yes I’ll admit it, it might be nice to name one of these puppies.
Alright enough of my nonsense. Let’s go have fabulous weekends. It’s the smart thing to do. Hugs all around.
Artist Crush: Melinda Buie
Posted on | April 12, 2012 | 2 Comments
I met Melinda Buie out at a birthday dinner for a common friend a couple of weeks ago. Within minutes she asked (the very hot Italian) waiter to take his shirt off. I pretty much liked her immediately. Then I find out she’s a fellow West Village gal and that we’re across-the-street neighbors. And as if that wasn’t enough, turns out she’s an incredibly talented artist. She does large scale oil paintings of cows from her family’s East Texas farm, portraits of people and pets and studies in architecture. They are all gorgeous. But because I have really been wanting a dog lately (I blame my pesky uterus) the dog portraits are probably my favorites. That first dog is Franny and I actually know her. And let me tell you she perfectly captured Franny and all of her Franny-ness. Now I have dog fever because a, I want one AND b, if I get one I can also get a Melinda Buie masterpiece of my precious pretend dog’s likeness. Uhoh, this could mean (dog scented) trouble.
Thoughtful Eating: Nut Butters
Posted on | April 11, 2012 | 10 Comments
Before I even begin this post let’s get something out of the way: I have an unnatural obsession with almond butter. I’ve had to stop buying it so much because if it’s in the house, I’ll devour it. Seriously, I can’t be trusted. Have you tried it? In general, almonds have more nutritional benefits than peanuts so that’s why I made the switch. And I don’t miss the old stuff at all. Some people can’t get into the almond butter thing, which is okay. No matter what kind of nut butter you choose, make sure to go with an all-natural choice. Jiff and Skippy and those kinds have so much added sugar in them, they actually taste like candy to me now. So check the ingredients and try to get a nut butter that only has one ingredient – nuts. And it’s not just peanut and almond, my store has cashew and soy nut. And my sis really likes sunflower seed butter. Yes, all of these are high in fat. But it’s the good fat so in moderation it’s a very wise choice. And the whole moderation things is where it all falls apart for yours truly. I’ll slather almond butter on anything; toast, apples, celery sticks, rice crackers, wassa bread, pretzel sticks and of course once I start it’s usually not long until I’m standing in the kitchen just scooping it into my mouth with a spoon like a crazy person. (Yes boys, I am available).
Alright, my friends let’s talk nut butters. Where do you stand?
