The three day weekend was hot, relaxing, and full of summertime touristy things. It was lovely.
On Saturday we went to the zoo (Which is free. Thanks, DC!) and brunch with our sweet neighbor. It was hot. We we still managed to have a wonderful time looking at a new art installment made of trash found in the ocean and spending time with — my favorites — the elephants.
These are made completely out of items found in the ocean including flip flops, tooth brushes, and toilet seats.
As you know, I’m into food. This outing included a trip to a local favorite: Bar Charley. Since first enjoying the glory that is chicken and waffles at Rosco’s in LA, I can’t resist this truly inspired combo if it’s on a menu. Delicious!
The rest of the weekend included a trip to the Postal Museum, grocery shopping, and whipping up some delicious (and cheap) crab cakes! A post on those coming soon. Have a great week everyone!
Saturday has become quite the productive day for us. It’s always been our cleaning day, but now that we work all week it’s become our cleaning, errand, filming, writing, date day. After a day of getting all of our around-the-house tasks done, we take time for a little date.
We turned the corner, I saw this and could not stop laughing. Just me? Okay. Bar Deco is just down the street from our apartment and one of our favorite spots. They know how to do comfort food, delicious cocktails, and ambiance fit for the finest of hipsters.
I try to stear clear of click bait-y titles but the title of this post is actually really accurate.
In high school, college, and my first four years of marriage, I had a wall mirror in my bedroom. Each morning I’d grab a haphazard smattering of items I liked at the time and attempt to pull an outfit together that both fit and said something about me as a person (‘cause I’m a millennial, guys). I’d try this shirt with those pants and those shoes with that necklace, in front of my wall mirror, until I felt good about how I looked.
When we moved from San Diego, one of the items I felt wasn’t worth shipping across the country was my trusty Home Goods wall mirror. And we quickly realized after moving to our tiny apartment in the District that there really wasn’t any room to place a wall mirror. Seriously. We have a bathroom mirror, but for those who don’t know, I’m very short and there’s no way I could see an entire outfit in that thing.
No wall mirror, no personal fashion show. No nit-picking every item of clothing I own, obsessing about how it looks on me or what it says about me as a person. My routine now? I have about ten items of clothing that are work appropriate. Each morning, I grab a combination of those items and ask Matt, “How does this look?” He’ll either say, “Looks great!” or, “Don’t you have nude flats?” That’s it. I trust his opinion about how I look and I walk out the door and head to work.
Sure, when I get to work and look in the bathroom wall mirror, there have been days where I’ve thought, “Dang it! I should have worn that top with this skirt.” or, “My black flats would have looked better.” But by that point, who cares? I’m at work, I’m clothed, and my husband said I looked great. I’m good with that.