ramblings of a Southern sass

Make that a Merry White Christmas from our family to yours!

Just wrote a long post about where in the world I’ve been lately and somehow managed to delete it. Bust. So, before steam comes out of my ears or I say a not nice word because no matter how hard I try I will probably always and forever be computer challenged, I am going bid adieu to the blog world.

In a nutshell it said, “Don’t worry, I’m still alive.” I know you were concerned.

I’ll leave you with a few of my current oh-my-goodness-I-luh-ove-that! ’s:

This office. Desk of designer Mary McDonald.

Um hello, inspiration! More stunning images like this can be found in her new book, The Allure of Style, whiiiiiich Dear Santa, I WANT IT. Pretty, pretty pwease.

I just bought this canvas bag to carry all my—you know—really important work stuff to the office. No. Wait. That was in my dreams.

In real life it’s out of stock. And, oh yeah, $95. NEEEEEXT!

And last, but nowhere close to least, that MK alligator strap watch.

I can’t tell you the price because my bank account might hear and have a heart attack. Ssshhhhh! How about we keep this just between us friends.

Rain boots with bows. I repeat. Rain boots with BOWS. If I hadn’t just bought Hunter wellies these babies would be climbing over ankle booties to the top of my shoe wish list.

Um short wellies with a bow adorning the front—Come. To. Mama.

Seriously. What are you trying to do to me Joules?? Quick! Someone freeze my debit card.

Not even 24 hours and I already caved. I have a good excuse though. Promise.

Here it goes:

I forgot about the 3-hour break between my classes today because I was too worried about my presentation and paper when I left the house this morning. Therefore, I forgot to bring my other textbooks SO I can’t do any school work right this second, which leads to filling my time with blizogs.

You are going to be glad I did though because in honor of the first day of December I thought you should all have the pleasure of listening to my new fav Christmas album.

It’s only one of the greatest to date (next to N*Sync and Hanson, of course). Strong words? Yes, but true words. It’s the only album I have ever listened to before Turkey Day, which is almost a cardinal sin in my book.

So without further ado—Dave Barnes ladies and gentlemen. Dave. Barnes.

See you on Friday night, DB. I’ll be the groupie on the front row singing every word.