Presenting Dress #4 of the series Six Months + Six Dresses, hosted by one Miss Kyla Roma. You can find my past dress posts here: #1, #2, #3.
This month's dress is more of a love story about a dress, or a sob story for a dress, really. The dress is in my closet, you see, but sadly, that's where it will stay until I lose a couple pesky "relationship pounds". So I guess this month's dress is more of a dichotomy. Here is the dress:
And here are my running shoes:
Dichotomy indeed. It's not that I think of myself as a fatty, so don't get it twisted. But the night I bought this dress, on sale at an otherwise wholly overpriced store, I realized that I gained a lot more than I had anticipated when I moved in with Colin.
The dress could zip, so I had that going for me, but I couldn't, ya know, like breath or more or anything once it was zipped. So I've started a workout/eat healthy regimen, and I'm already seeing results! In all honestly, I'm not totally sure the dress will fit in time for my trip to New York next week, and I'm okay with that. But I'm hoping, instead, to wear it to the Food & Wine Fest which I'll be a guest at.
Zooey Deschanel will be there, ya see, and we can't let that bitch be the only well dressed one, can we? Photos to come, I hope. In the meantime, my new workout mantra is "yellow dress, yellow dress, yellow dress".
I don't have a job anymore. Well, a day job at least. Last time I wrote about my job situation I was a week away from taking a 30 day leave of absence from my boring ole job as a receptionist at a big, fancy office in downtown LA. I had been there, at the same desk, answering the same damn phone, "good morning"ing the same people, for over two years. And I was bored. BORED.
"What was I ever to do with my life?" I wondered to myself, while fronting a veneer of calm coolness. "Become a writer" was my usual answer, but even I doubted that, so I stuck with this job and dreamed of bigger things to come.
And now, well, those bigger things have arrived, much to my disbelief. I'm still not secure in my unemployed state, that is for sure, but the veneer I used to so gallantly hold on to is no longer a front. 
Alie and I turned in our book proposal a couple weeks ago. It was a hard, difficult effort, but if it shows anything, it's that she and I work well together, and goddammit, we have good ideas and witty, wry voice to boot.
We'll be in New York next week, for the second time together. Last time we pounded the pavement trying to sell ourselves to whomever would give us a moment to spare. We slept in a twin size bed with a gentleman who was kind enough to open his home to us, and froze our asses off in the first snow of the season. This time we're being flown, FLOWN, to New York to film a special-something for one Cooking Channel. It's mind boggling how far we've come.
We'll be taking meetings while in NYC which our real life agents at William Morris set up for us. We'll be mixing drinks and meeting important people and attending meetings in tall buildings wearing fancy dresses.
A week after we get home, we'll be attending the LA Times Food & Wine Fest (with She & Him performing!!!) and hosting a how-to demo where you'll learn how to make our newest libation. Two weeks after that, the first of our 12 episode cocktail videos premiers on Food Network's Food2.com 
I haven't been posting much, and I'm sorry for that. I guess it's hard for me to imagine that people want to read about a charmed life which really, in the past year, is what my life has become. I have a fiance who I'm literally blown away by on an hourly basis - because of his humor, his ruggedly handsome good looks, his kindness, and our deep love for each other. A career that I've fucking created out of thin fucking air with my very best friend, a girl whose wisdom, charm, and humor make me strive to be something better.
My life wasn't like this three years ago. I was depressed and lonely and so, so scared of every little decision I was making. For those of you who have been reading my blog since then, I hope you feel as excited about all this as I do. For those of you who have just started reading, well...welcome to the blog of a charming girl with a charmed life.*All the lovely photos in this post were taken by the equally lovely Laura Taylor. You can find her website here, her blog here, and her flickr here.
Throughout the years, during my estate sale, garage sale, and flea market wanderings, I've collected many odds and ends that would nicely round out an at-home bar, but I never had the space or wherewithal to achieve such a thing. But an in-home bar is something I've always yearned for...something I've always seen as a sign of sophistication and a life of leisure.Well I finally have a nice sized kitchen in my lovely new home, along with counter space to spare, and a little nook that was just screaming to be made into a retro bar. What I lack in expensive and well stocked liqueurs, I make up for in decanters, glasses and accouterments.
Somehow a drink tastes better when it's out of a fancy vintage glass.
Presenting Dress #4 of the series Six Months + Six Dresses, hosted by one Miss Kyla Roma. You can find my past dress posts here: #1, #2, #3.
Dichotomy indeed. It's not that I think of myself as a fatty, so don't get it twisted. But the night I bought this dress, on sale at an otherwise wholly overpriced store, I realized that I gained a lot more than I had anticipated when I moved in with Colin. 
