Sprung

I have been sagging with heaviosity as of late, my words leaden, sentences seriously embedded like a motherfuckin’ splinter in the fleshy pad of my hand. Sorry ‘bout that. Winky emoticon here if it didn’t make me feel like such an a-hole (two swear words in one paragraph is a bit much on a Wednesday, no?).

So guess what? It’s spring! I have never really agreed with Webster, Roget, et al on the lowercase-ness of the seasons. I mean fall maybe—yes, fall does not deserve any capital letters at all. But spring? Spring should be all caps, upper case, outside voice happy. SPRING! So in honor of me lightening my load may I present to you a few images that make me want to swallow buttercups whole:
There I go, starting off with the limbs of small children, but what can I say? You can take the girl out of winter but you can’t take the cold snap out of the girl. I love me some disembodied baby toes and I would rully like this coat rack. Of course Bryan thinks it’s uber-creep, and Zoey would grow up refusing to wear layers, but there’s something about this baby on board that speaks to me (in a menacing, phlegm voice, but still, I hear it. You?).

Speaking of which, I saw this origami maternity dress on A Cup of Jo last week and loved the concept. Not to get all Tim Gunn up in this mo-fo, but I would take the hemline up to just above the knee, shape the skirt a bit and widen the shoulders. Et voila! How friggen’ cute is this peapod bursting?
And then this. I told Bryan last night that if we can ever afford to build our own house I want him to design me some built-in bookcases, a steam shower and a heart-shaped fireplace. So far he has only agreed to the bookcases, but I am saving up my moolah along with high hopes.
And to butter him up I found this image featuring all of Bryan’s very favorite things: surfing, boobs, motorcycles and good waves. Should I ever be able to actually recreate this image I am fairly certain I could ask for a heart-shaped house and he would build it for me using wooden pegs he handcarved himself instead of nails.

But the thing that is making me happiest of all on this, the fourth day of SPRING? The fact that people all over the world are still pooping in their pants and while the day is young and I am knocking on wood, so far this has not happened to me today. But really, who wears white pants anymore anyway?

TGISPRING, my friends.

Xo,
S