I'm Just Playin'....

Occasionally, while Mr. Frankel is away at class, Luca and I play dress-up. Sometimes we have so much fun that we get carried away and forget what time it is. Last night we got carried away.... and then we got caught... 

*Sorry for the blurry i-phone photos... 

Mr. Frankel laughed a little, and then he made me promise that if we have a little boy one day that I don't  ever make him play dress-up with me. Bummer. 




I can't believe I just posted this. I think it has something to do with making fun of myself before other people have the chance to do it? 

26

Today is my 26th birthday!  Mr. Frankel has finals next week, so we will wait to celebrate until after he's finished. I did, however, get my gift from him: 

The RUG that I mentioned here: 

I LOVE it and Luca does too obviously! The colors are amazing- pinks, reds, oranges and navy. Apparently I have one more surprise coming later this week..... the suspense is killing me. ;) 

*I'm turning off the comments today; I don't want people to think I'm fishing for birthday wishes! Have a great July 6th. It's one of my favorite days of the year you know.... 

Foo Dogs

I'm in the market for a pair of foo dogs. I love them because they're a little bit ugly/awkward, they meet my requirement for having one piece of asian decor in every room (*I just made that rule up, but it does sound like a good one to enact), and you can find them for reasonable prices at many locations:

Home Goods: *Usually $7.99 each

Ebay: $35.00 for this vintage pair

CB2: $49.95 for the pair

If anyone reading this is thinking about getting a pet, particularly a dog, consider buying one of the foo variety first. After careful research on the "foo breed", I can almost guarantee that a foo dog will never: need to be taken out, have to be groomed, or eat pumpkins, pens, or razor blades (*all of which Miss Luca has eaten in the last two weeks).

A foo dog, however, will never look this cute or be this cuddly:

*It's a very tough call, but I still recommend starting with the foo dog and working your way up to something like a razor-blade-eating Wheaten later.

XOXO,

Kelly