OK...check the sheer loveliness of lovely cousin erin...and her hair (!!!); it rocks, yes?
We were seriously coveting this random stranger's shirt...after a little courage (and some stalking her through the mall) we asked her about it's origins. Tucker last fall. Sigh.Audrey and Bryan went on a father/daughter camping trip this weekend, so Millie and I were left to our own devices and managed to have a pretty rockin' go of it.
We had a girlie dinner with lovely cousin Erin + our friends Sara and Ava (and Sara's major trooper of a hubby, Todd) at La Duni where the littles frolicked in the lawn in the crazy lovely spring-esque evening.
Afterward we cruised through the mall a bit where I discovered that Millie is a natural shopper. She would scan racks and lovingly pick out her selections and insist on a "try on" in the dressing room. We had a weekend packed full of fun and when I asked her before bed last night what her favorite part was, without missing a beat, she answered, "buying those beautiful shirts at the mall". (For the record the "beautiful shirts" were two cotton, short sleeve t-shirts from H&M...one white and one light pink, totally embellishment free).
She scares me a little, I'm not gonna lie.
Saturday we had our respective ballet classes (more on my ballet progress later) and then got a lesson in making pie crust from scratch from our buddy Nicole. Yes, I had never made a pie crust from scratch. Shameful, I know. It was a revelation...so easy and satisfying. I am now a homemade pie crust convert. Just thought you should know.
After our culinary adventures, we went out for another great meal, this time at Park with Lucia and Pete and baby Oliver (and lovely cousin Erin who joined in on our antics all weekend) and then a quick jaunt to see an exhibit at Bows and Arrows where we fell into some serious melancholy over "the golden pig" (pictured above). I want that pig...I've coveted it for some time in fact. But when I casually mentioned my desire to Erin, Millie went, well...sort of ballistic (calmly ballistic). She did not want me to have the pig. No matter what. After quizzing her a bit on what was bothering her about the pig, the only explanation she could come up with was that Bows and Arrows was not a "buying store" (not sure where she got that notion, and hope that it didn't somehow put bad juju on Alicia and Adam's genius establishment).
I still want the golden pig. She and I are working through it.
Hope your weekend was fantastic friends!
More living room newness...I am feeling much love for the blue pillows.
