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Let’s Catch Up

March 23, 2016

So it’s been a few weeks, hasn’t it? SST had some technical issues, and since I don’t know shit about the interworkings of the interweb things took awhile. My bad.

But we’re back now, everything’s good, and SST shouldn’t crash again anytime soon. Hopefully. 

Since it’s been a hot minute since we last spoke, I figured now is a good time to catch you up on my life. While I realize there are approximately five readers now that I’ve been offline for four weeks and hardly post anyways, just humor me. Yes Mom I’m talking to you. 

2016 has been a very kind year to the Jones family. Wilson and I have grown accustomed to Savannah, and have become quite fond of her quirks and idiosyncrasies. Because she does have many. 

This is my current situation, which has become another custom in our household (apologies for the crappy cell phone pics):

birdie in bed

Mother-daughter bonding time at its finest. As if Wilson and I weren’t already obsessed with this dog, our infatuation has taken on a new level of unhealthiness of late. Birdie is just a hop, skip and a week away from sleeping in our bed with her own Tempur-Pedic pillow.

half marathon

Wilson ran a 10k race recently and scored a personal record — he’s very speedy.

three of them

We also received a visit from my two most favorite people ever — my nieces. Here they are grilling Uncle Wilsie about the facts of life.

reecie

The funny thing about little people is that they rarely stop moving for a photo, and I often wonder how Anne Geddes got those babies to sit still for all of her photos, let alone wear flowers on their heads.

the edition

I went on an impromptu trip to Miami with some gal pals and we stayed at The Edition, which was uber swanky. This was one of the outdoor restaurants, which was entangled in a beautiful mess of bougainvillea.

la piagga2

This was taken on a leisurely afternoon at La Piaggia, which was a wonderful restaurant filled with chic people getting their Sunday Funday on. They were very serious about this activity. 

boats

I visited my Mom and Grandmother in Orange Beach, Alabama — yes Alabama has a beach, and a beautiful one at that — and this was one of the sunsets.

marg

Wilson and I have taken up a new hobby — drinking homemade margaritas. Recipe to come soon.

savannah morning

Birdie and I went on a sunrise tour of Savannah a few weeks ago and were very impressed with what we saw.

hi fans

Birdie would like to let all of her fans know that she misses them and is going to make me post pictures of her more often.

Happy Wednesday!

Home Living

Four Elements of the Perfect Vignette

February 12, 2016

If you’ve been with me for awhile now here on SST you are well versed in my love for organizing. Something about it gives me an almost palpable sense of satisfaction, and once you start, you can’t stop. Or I can’t, anyway. 

Organizing comes in handy especially when creating the perfect vignette. As a small collection of items arranged together, a vignette accomplishes a few things: 1) transforms a flat surface into something visually appealing; 2) allows you to display many different odds and ends that you’ve acquired over the years; and finally 3) offers endless opportunities to arrange, rearrange, and then arrange again, letting your inner OCD freak run wild with reckless abandon.

Vignettes are also super trendy right now, and everybody is droning on and on about a damn vignette. So we should too.

Here are my key elements to create the perfect vignette:

tea set2

 1. Balance. A vignette doesn’t need to be symmetrical — although I always gravitate towards symmetry in design — but the items that make up the vignette need to be cohesive. Cohesiveness makes for a beautiful arrangement/magazine-ready look. Here the items on the silver tray (yes Mom I know that needs to be polished) are arranged neatly between the two glass hurricanes, which happily flank the two hummingbird prints above. All items in this vignette sing the same song. I think they are singing a particularly invigorating rendition of Benny and the Jets.

tea set

 2. Levels. Imagine your vignette is a stadium and that each item needs to be able to see out (or in this case, be seen) from all levels, giving each piece the attention it’s due. Arrange the tallest/largest items in the back,and then layer in smaller items towards the front in an arrangement that creates harmony. Yes items can be harmonious. Work with me here. 

coffee table

3. Grouping. Choose a variety of different items and group together. Seems overly simplistic, but not all items should go together. Choose the ones that complement each other without one hogging all of the attention. Here we have an antler shed Wilson found, some magazines, a plate, a candle, some flowers and a large fake shell. I fumbled around with them for a bit until I arrived at an arrangement that suited me.

side table

 4. Stacking. Vignettes are all about the stack. Sorry the photo is a tad crooked. Stacking things on top of one another is one of my favorite ways to organize shit together, and it’s also a great way to create a tasteful vignette.

Et voilà. Now I know all of you just cannot wait to get home to use my extraordinarily useful advice in creating your very own vignettes, but first thing’s first: pour yourself a glass of wine. Interior design is always better with wine.

Actually, isn’t everything?

How to Speak Southern

A Great Hostess Gift — Soberdough

February 2, 2016

This past weekend I did some pantry cleaning, which mostly means that I rummaged around in our tightly packed pantry, rearranged some boxes of crackers and bags of sugar, and threw away some old food. Our pantry was host to a slew of food neither Wilson nor I ever planned on actually eating, but just kept around in the event of a nuclear fall out. Like the can of chicken and rice soup Wilson and I have owned since before we were married. Never once were we actually going to pull out that can of soup and say, yes, I cannot wait to eat this for dinner! I’ve been craving this all day! No. Instead, we keep things like this particular can of soup because it seems like an adult thing to do, like using real dish towels and washing your wine glasses by hand. The end result of said pantry cleaning was achieving about three more square inches of storage and stacking things neatly on top of one another with their labels towards the front. Hello I’m  OCD and would be an excellent grocery store stock gal. 

Anywho, upon venturing into the back depths of the pantry — does this scare anyone else? like something could be living back there that’s going to grab my hand? — I discovered this little bag of goodness:

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via

Behold this bag of Soberdough, the easiest, most delicious beer bread that comes in a bag. And it’s only $7.95. I received this as a thank you gift a few months ago and saved it for a time when I’d entertain. Seeing as I’m a shitty hostess and hardly ever entertain, this bag sat at the back of my pantry for months until last Sunday. This bread mix was also given with a neat little box mix for sea salt biscuits, but I read those directions and it involved a rolling pin so I decided I’d wait to make that when I actually own a rolling pin. I looked at the directions for this mix and there were only three, none of which involved a rolling pin or any kneading. Now we’re talking. 

Upon further investigation I discovered Soberdough is an awesome small biz started by an entrepreneurial mother-son duo. The bag comes with all of the dry ingredients needed to make the dough — all you have to add is a full bottle of beer to the mix, combine with your hands, and then scoop the dough into a baking pan. Bake that puppy at 375 degrees for 45 minutes and out comes the perfect loaf of delicious bread. I had the Rosemary mix, which was magnificent, especially when warm.

Wilson and I nibbled on this for a few days until Wilson decided he was “no-carb” for the rest of the week so I brought it in to work for my coworkers to enjoy (no I’m not normally that nice) and they gobbled it up too.

All in all, this bread mix is a huge hit and I’d highly recommend as a hostess gift, birthday gift, or if you just want some bread for yourself dammit, buy Soberdough. You won’t regret it.

Fashion and Beauty

Need a Cocktail Dress? And An Email Blunder

January 7, 2016

So yesterday my friend Maggie and I exchanged emails about our next trip abroad for this year (with our men in tow, of course). Last year we went to Spain and had a grand ol’ (olé!) time, and this year we’ve set our sights on Greece. Visiting Santorini is on my bucket list, and not that I’m trying to kick the bucket anytime soon, but why wait? Carpe diem! 

Maggie and I already decided on where we want to visit while in Greece, but were having one teeny problem: Wilson. As previously mentioned, Wilson is a diehard UNC fan. If given the opportunity, not only would he dye his hair Carolina blue, he would sleep on the floor of the Dean Dome every night, with or without a pillow. His dedication to his alma mater is nice, but at times it can be challenging. Like when you are trying to plan the trip of a lifetime to say, Greece, and Wilson refuses to go when everyone else would like to go because he would miss the first UNC football game of the season.

And this isn’t just any game, according to Wilson. Heavens no. This is UNC vs. UGA, two of the oldest public universities in the nation. This is THE GAME OF THE CENTURY. The time for redemption, for victory, FOR GLORY! Wilson despises UGA almost as much as he despises Duke, and for a few reasons: 1) My family loves Georgia and roots for them in a most obnoxious manner; 2) He believes Georgia fans are delusional; and 3) We live in Georgia and it drives him bonkers how much more devoted and passionate UGA fans are for their football program compared to UNC fans. We are, after all, a basketball school. 

These and many more reasons (don’t ask him unless you want your ear stained) are why we have to move our Greece trip to another time, and I was less than pleased. Maggie wasn’t overly enthused either, but is much kinder than I am and wouldn’t come outright and say how ridiculous Wilson was being. But don’t worry, I did that and then some. And then I accidentally sent the emails to him.

For your enjoyment:

From: Maggie
Sent: Wednesday, January 06, 2016 8:50 AM
To: Jones, Anna
Subject: RE: hiiiii

I’m so excited about Greece. When should we go? I liked that we came back on a Saturday after Spain. It was nice to have that day to relax before 
coming back to work.

From: Jones, Anna
Sent: Wednesday, January 6, 2016 9:13 AM
To: Maggie
Subject: RE: hiiiii

Yea we will definitely need some time to adjust on the way back, at least a day. The problem is Wilson is messing everything up with that stupid 
UGA game. I’d like to do Labor day, but then if we leave on Labor day if we did 10 or 11 days we’d come back on the 15th, and we’d technically 
have to work on Friday… Although maybe that wouldn’t be so bad if we had the weekend to recover? Idk. What do you think?

ANNA JONES

From: Maggie
Sent: Wednesday, January 06, 2016 10:15 AM
To: Jones, Anna
Subject: RE: hiiiii

Ugh, yeah that game is messing it up! Tell him he can watch it on tv J It’d be nice if we could do it like Spain where we left the Wednesday 
before Labor Day, then took the entire next week off. I just don’t know if I can swing taking two full weeks off of work since that is 
technically our busy season. So it’d be nice to only take one full week. What other holidays are there?

 

Here’s where I really f*(&^% up.


From: Jones, Anna
Sent: Wednesday, January 06, 2016 10:53 AM
To: Wilson Jones
Subject: FW: hiiiii

I’m going to tell him he’s messing things up and being selfish. I can’t do July 4th because I have to work and after Labor Day isn’t a 
great time for me either. Let’s see how this goes.

In the meantime, please look at how gorg Amal is:
http://www.harpersbazaar.com/celebrity/red-carpet-dresses/g4358/amal-alamuddin-style/?slide=1

ANNA JONES

 

From: Wilson Jones
Sent: Wednesday, January 06, 2016 10:59 AM
To: Jones, Anna
Subject: RE: hiiiii

Message received. Thank you.
We can go Labor Day if that’s what the three of you want to do.

Wilson Jones


From: Jones, Anna
Sent: Wednesday, January 06, 2016 11:12 AM
To: 'Wilson Jones' <wjones@programmanagers.com>
Subject: RE: hiiiii

Hehe oops. JK. Sorry. But I was really going to tell you that anyway. I hope you enjoyed the photos of Amal.

ANNA JONES

 

Wilson, I’m sorry. I’m an ass.

Here’s hoping that my stupidity gives you a laugh and perhaps makes you feel less electronically clumsy. Because I felt like a total fart afterward. My bad. 

Anywho, now for the real reason of this blog — this dress:

dress 2

dress / shoes

This is a fantastic dress by For Love & Lemons that I got on sale and then some on Shopbop. If you need a swanky dress that will make you feel fantastic, this is your answer. The only trick is getting the dress on and off — because of the delicate netting the garment could tear easily, so consider yourself warned. Trying to get this thing off after far too many cocktails used the same amount of deliberation and concentration employed by our forefathers in the creation of the Constitution. While they might say they had a far more arduous experience in doing so, I believe the effort I put forth in disrobing was worthy of an Oscar, if not the Nobel Peace Prize.

I’m still waiting on my call from the committee. Either committee.

Give me liberty, or give me dress! Or something. 

Home Living

Decluttering the Bar Cart

October 28, 2015

I love small living spaces, which is a good thing because our apartment is teeny. It’s plenty of space for Wilson and I (and Birdie), but not much else. The apartment boasts a total of three closets, one of which is the kitchen pantry, leaving the other two for Wilson’s and my clothes. And that’s it.

I’ve managed my storage dilemma mostly by getting creative — using bookcases and chests of drawers everywhere, storing things in unlikely places such as my car’s trunk, and then shoving everything else under any available covered floor space. Don’t you dare lift our guest bed’s skirt. It’s dangerous down there. 

But over the past year and a bit of living in our apartment, it’s become increasingly cluttered. The odds and ends stuffed haphazardly underneath our guest bed are starting to slowly leak out onto the floor. We’ve begun using well-intentioned corners of various rooms as places to keep strangely shaped necessities like bags of dog food, coolers, Wilson’s golf clubs, and, most recently, his third-row car seats. We’re storing stuff in the car, remember?

Sounds like we need to throw some shit out, right?

Wilson — it’s your worst nightmare — WE’RE GOING TO START GIVING THINGS AWAY.  

Wilson hates going through his stuff and giving things away. He is, how you say… an absurdly ridiculous pack rat. And because I’m OCD AF, this is a source of friction for us that is solved mainly by me throwing stuff away when he isn’t looking or paying attention. Once he finds out I’m throwing stuff out, he’ll go through it (without me knowing) and then pull his most beloved items and stow them away in (yet another) corner unbeknownst to me. Until I find it six months later. 

I think every couple goes through this — one is the crazy person who likes to throw things away and then the other one likes to keep everything down to their dog’s teeth because it all has a story… But true story — some rando in the park the other day told me I should keep Birdie’s teeth as they fall out as a memento. I’ll let you imagine what my facial expression looked like… 

Anywho, back to our freakish clutter. One place I really noticed our mounting muddle of odds and ends was on our barcart. While barcarts are great for storage, things should be stored here strategically, and, more importantly, stylishly. Obviously. Ours was doing neither. See the evidence below.

full clutter

A real mess, huh?

before top

This barcart was doing so many things at once it was having an identity crisis.

bottom before

 

Shots! Shots?

bottom again berfore

 It was a complete mess and it was bothering the shit out of me. So I took everything off, dusted piece by piece, stored most of the lesser-used bottles in the pantry and then added some different pieces I had laying around to switch up the look.

full thing

 Ah much better. Less clutter, more space, less dust. Only the necessities — vodka, gin, bourbon, ice bucket, glasses. Boom. Done.

birdie approves

 Birdie approves. And by approve I mean waiting for me to not be watching her so she could take all of my neatly-pressed cocktail napkins and strew them across the apartment. Such a jerk. 

bottom

 cocktail napkins / martini glasses / cocktail shaker / lucite bar accessories

top after again

Crystal low ball glasses / crystal decanter / tortoise ice bucket / ice scoop

cocktail napkins

full thing

 Now that the barcart is done, I’m thinking about attacking Wilson’s closet next. Beware things that go bump in the night. In the closet.

Home Living

Blue Apron — The Best Lazy Cooking Money Can Buy

October 22, 2015

You know, life can move a little quickly. And by a little I mean a lot. One day you’re in college where waking up early meant anytime before 10am, and drinking heavily on a Tuesday was a social necessity, and you ate chicken fingers and french fries and a diet coke, because, after all, a diet coke has no calories. Next thing you know you’re a young professional with an actual profession, and there are more photos on your Facebook page of babies than there are of jello shots, and your idea of cleaniness involves Lysol and 409 instead of the back of your sleeve.

The transition into — gasp — adulthood is a strange and bizarre one. I am reminded of the scene in Home Alone when Kevin McCallister is standing in front of the bathroom mirror after showering, brushing his teeth, flossing, and finally shaving his hairless face. He remarks to his reflection with a sense of accomplishment and pride on his meticulous dedication to his physical appearance, noting his particular care in washing all his body’s nooks and crannies, as if washing the nooks and crannies of one’s body is obviously the mark of an adult. He then pours a handful of after shave into one hand, rubs his hands together, and then slaps the liquid on his face — the immediate daggers of alcohol into open, youthful facial pores are brutal on poor Kevin and he screams in shock and pain at the after shave’s astonishing, agonizing sting, not unlike the swift slap of adulthood. Whenever being a grown up sucks, I imagine this scene and laugh. 

Even though growing up does stink from time to time, it does have certain perks. Like being able to have food delivered to your door with little to no effort put forth — all you do is set up a profile online, enter your shipping and billing info, and bam! Subway meals are delivered. This may be more of a credit to today’s technology, but bear with me now. 

Meet my cardboard best friend Blue Apron (don’t worry she recycles very well). Every week for $60 (for two people) Wilson and I receive a box full of individually packaged ingredients to prepare three delicious meals. The box includes all ingredients for the recipe — all you need is cooking utensils, salt/pepper, and olive oil. Each delivery also comes with a step-by-step recipe to guide you through the cooking process and even has pictures. The pictures are the best. The recipes take an average of 25 to 45 minutes to prepare, depending upon how overserved you are during the cooking process, and the meals really are scrumptious and restaurant quality.

Don’t get me wrong though —  just because everything is pre-packaged and spelled out for you, you do have to cook and sometimes you will cave and order from foodpanda but just keep trying. Once it becomes a habit it will get easier.  As Wilson put it when we first began our Blue Apron subscription:

“Step 1: Thinly slice 15 different vegetables. Step 2: Delicately sear the meat and try not to overcook. Step 3: Burn everything. Step 4: Call Domino’s.”

Wilson isn’t much of a culinary enthusiast, but since using Blue Apron for six months he’s turned into quite the cook. He can now expertly smash and mince garlic, chop an onion, and fry a myriad of things.

To further convince you that Blue Apron is incredible and cost effective and that you should subscribe immediately, I took some photos of last week’s dinner prep of some sort of tacos.

ingredients

The beautifully fresh ingredients from the box.

This whole Blue Apron idea upsets my dad to no end — the idea of someone spoon-feeding you (no pun intended) meal after meal week after week is lazy in his opinion. Being a real adult according to dear ol’ Dad means getting up at the crack of dawn, driving 45 minutes to work, working a full day, driving 45 minutes home, going to the grocery store, and then cooking a full meal once you get home. And since his idea of adulthood is my personal hell, it’s a good thing I have Blue Apron. Dad, agree to disagree. 

prepared ingredients

Oh look and here they are all chopped and organized and pretty. Can someone please teach me how to operate a camera? This photo is just bad. 

Another bonus of Blue Apron is there is no waste. Each meal is perfectly portioned for two people (or four if you choose) and there are no extra leftovers that will sit in the fridge for a week or two until they grow hair. It’s pretty great.

dry ingredients

The dry ingredients.

mix

The dry ingredients having a party together.

onions

Some onion pickling happening here…

pickled onions

And here…

ingredients prepared

 Taco innards getting ready for insertion into said taco.

I should add that if you are picky, Blue Apron is not for you. The recipes are all delicious in my opinion, but unless you like a variety of foods, you should probably just stick to my Dad’s way of doing things and grocery shop just for yourself. BORING

doggie

My sous chefs. Wilson chops, Birdie licks up any spills. We are very efficient at the Jones household.

birdie

Where’s my plate!?

the necessities

The other sous chefs.

plates

The finished product. The recipe instructions even include how to artfully plate your dish, which I love. So fancy. 

tacos ended

If anyone would like to try Blue Apron for free, please leave a comment on this post and I’ll send you some free meals I have to give away. I want to spread the good news of Blue Apron with all of my peeps so don’t be shy. I only have five to giveaway so don’t dilly dally. 

Happy Thursday!

Fashion and Beauty

How To: DIY Jean Cut-Offs

September 4, 2015

As summer transitions into fall, now is always a good time to take inventory of your closet. What did you wear all the time? What did you not touch? What looks stupid and you wonder why you bought it in the first place?

Cleansing your closet of your bad clothing purchases can be refreshing and motivating. And I highly recommend it. 

But before you give away any jeans, consider this — could they become jorts instead of jeans?

I asked myself this very question with a great pair of distressed jeans that I loved, but had become too distressed — i.e. I accidentally put my foot through the designer “hole” in the mid-thigh of the jeans, changing the designer hole from tastefully placed to inappropriate and unsightly.  Not a good look. But instead of giving away the jeans, I got crafty. I pulled out the sharpest scissors I had and got to work.

How to Cut Your Jeans to Make Jorts

Bear with me now. This is not the DIYs you see on HGTV. This is down and dirty.

1. Try your jeans on, and when looking in the mirror, estimate the length you want your shorts to be. Then take a ballpoint pen and make a teeny mark on the side seam of the jeans — I said teeny!

2. Take off your jeans and put some other pants on. This is not a pants-less activity. Wilson that means you too. 

3. Get a ruler (who am I kidding, I used my thumb) and measure 2 1/2 inches (you can always do 3 to be on the safe side) beneath your pen mark. From there, take your pair of scissors and begin cutting in as straight of a line as possible. Doesn’t have to be perfect, I’ll share why later. Keep your cut parallel to the top seam of the jeans as a point of reference to keep your line straight.

4. Put on your jorts. They will be much longer than you want them, but here’s the trick — flip up the raw edge of the jeans at about a half an inch in thickness, and then roll the seam twice to your desired length. If you’re feeling particularly bold, you can roll three times for shorter shorts, or if you’d like a little bit of room you can just roll them twice. You can adjust and tweak with the rolling part to achieve the perfect length for your jorts.

5. If you’d like a little bit of fray to your jorts, you can throw them through the washer/dryer and the raw edge will naturally fray a tad. You can trim the fray as it becomes unruly if necessary.

6. Admire your handiwork and how much money you just saved by creating your very own jorts!

 

against the gate

 I don’t like my jorts too short, so I just flipped up the raw edge once.

trying not to laugh

 Trying not to laugh here as Wilson gives me artistic direction: “Can you relax? You look so awkward.”

looking down

jorts up close

You get the idea.

w bird

 And because the real model in the family is obviously the dog, Birdie wanted to be a part of the photo shoot.

dog model

She is a total natural in front of the camera, unlike her mother.

birdie

kisses

Sloppy kisses from The Bird.

pookie

 Her serious face. She is committed to her craft.

square

 Happy Labor Day weekend from Savannah! Try making some jorts this weekend — if you mess them up, who cares. You were going to give them away anyway!

How to Speak Southern

Birdie!

August 27, 2015

If you follow me on Instagram, then you are already well versed in the monumental life news that Wilson and I got a dog last month. Her name is Ladybird Jones of Habersham, she goes by Birdie, and she is the best dog I have ever known. She has my coloring and Wilson’s big head, which we hope she will grow in to. She has an affinity for eating and enjoys eating sticks in particular. She likes carrying magnolia leaves in her mouth while we walk, and running and jumping on anyone with white pants (sorry lady in the square last night!). I can’t wait to get her little dog boots for hiking! It seems she shares Wilson’s fondness for white pantsLike father like daughter. There are times though when I cant walk her so I have hired someone from Buckhead Paws to walk her for me. 

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Taking her home for the first time. She immediately fell asleep with her head on my shoulder and I decided that I liked her quite a bit.

birdie in basket

 We took her on a bike ride a few weekends ago and she enjoyed it for the most part I believe. She fit perfectly in the basket and therefore I didn’t care if she enjoyed the bike ride or not — I made her do it anyway. Builds character. 

rolls

 Like any baby, she likes to be held as such. And I am more than happy to oblige.

4AM

This was the other morning at 4:15AM when she decided to bark very loudly. I was so mad at her until I looked in the mirror at the bottom of our stairs and realized she was clutching to me like a real human child. I think she actually is a real human child in a dog costume.

sleepy bear

 Too sleepy to open her eyes for the picture.

not lady like

 We are working on what it means to be a Southern lady. She has a very liberal interpretation.

no pictures

 No pictures, please.

sleepy

 Yes we hold the dog all the time.

facetiming

One afternoon Birdie Facetimed me when I was on my way home from work stuck in traffic. She was wondering where the hell I was. She has a very strict eating schedule. FEED ME DAMMIT. I’M SO HUNGRY.

birdie at party

mondays

THIS PICTURE MAKES ME SO HAPPY.

little face

We told her dogs were supposed to ride in the back of the car. She wasn’t sure what we meant.

me and birdie on the boat smiling

 Birdie’s first boat ride this past weekend.

on the boat

 She thoroughly enjoyed it.

water bowl

So much so that she fell asleep in her water bowl.

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My lovey.

Last night I was so angry with her — Wilson was out of town and therefore I was on solo Birdie-duty and she was so bad. The worst. She peed on me, peed on a rug, ripped a hole in my dress, and carried around a dirty Q-Tip in her mouth that she found in (hopefully) our trash can. I almost threw up. Still might.

But this morning it was like she knew what an asshole she had been and decided to make it up to me by being the cutest, sweetest, most loving puppy ever. She got in my lap when I woke her up this morning and licked the entire side of my face in one swoop. She circled around my legs and sat at my feet while I put on my makeup. She trotted after me while I walked back and forth from the bathroom to the bedroom while getting ready, patiently sitting on her haunches while I picked out what to wear. She recommended the white dress, which is what I chose, obviously. It’s that type of devoted, unrequited love that makes dogs so special. They love without abandon, try to please you to the best of their ability, and give the messiest, grossest, and most loving kisses ever. I’ve fairly certain Birdie has eaten half of my foundation and bronzer after licking my face so much. 

I’d like to apologize in advance for the obnoxious amount of photos that I will most likely post here on SST and on Instagram, but she’s just so damn cute and sweet and I love her. I hope you do too.

Fashion and Beauty

Billy Reid Dress

August 3, 2015

When I was in Charleston a few weekends ago I happened upon a Billy Reid boutique. A talented Southern designer, Billy Reid has some truly beautiful clothes, but wew those prices are ‘spensive. Luckily for me, ol’ Billy put some things on sale for me. I got this dress for $150, and you should too. But only if you’re in the market. 

dress 2

dress / shoes (on even bigger sale than before!) / necklace / lip stain

I think this will be a great transitional dress into the fall once Savannah decides to cool down a tad. But even amidst her 90-degree-heat, this dress is still great in this hot Savannah summer.

dress

Wilson took these photos of me in our square before we went on a date. Re: I actually had makeup on and my hair was somewhat clean. The initial conversation went a little something like this:

Me: Wilson, will you take some pictures of me in the square?

Wilson: What kind of pictures?

Me: Pictures of me in this dress so I can put it on the blog.

Wilson: Sure, can I bring my gin and tonic?

Me: Yes.

Wilson: Then just call me your gin and tonic photographer.

Me in my head: Ah yes, just what the world needs.

lamp post

Despite my G&T photog, I think he did a fine job. The model, now she could use some training!

Seriously. Why isn’t is 5 o’clock yet. Shit.

Fashion and Beauty

Weekend Outfits

July 27, 2015

This past weekend I traveled to Charleston for my best friend Ashton’s bachelorette party, which was just a lovely time. Charleston is so beautiful and it has been awhile since I’ve spent some quality time with its great shopping and delicious food.

I posted the above photo on Instagram that got a few requests for some outfit details, so I figured I’d let you know wassup.

I snagged this crop top and shorts in Zara while traveling in Spain, but both pieces are sold out now unfortunately. But don’t worry, they have some super similar stuff in stock and it’s on sale right now. Woot. And so are the shoes!


four of us

Similar top / similar shorts / sandals / clutch old, similar here

This is what Take #1 looked like. Snort.

take 1

Ah, the difference of what real life looks like versus what we post to Instagram. 

Here’s my Saturday pool bathing suit combo. I bought this bathing suit top for major sale on Shopbop and paired with my go-to bikini bottoms from J. Crew. Because they are black you’d never know they aren’t actually a set. My own form of magic. 

pool outfit details

top / bottoms / flip flops / nail polish

And then because you can’t go to Charleston and not snap annoying iPhone photos of your food, here’s some of those as well.

brunch

Brunch at The Rarebit. Twas quite delicious. This was the special breakfast sandwich of the day — English muffin, two fried eggs, bacon, caramelized onions, fig jam, and Gruyere cheese with a side of potatoes. It was terrific. 

delish drink

Drinks at Husk. This was a “Blinker” — it’s not on the cocktail menu, but you must request it because its amazing. Vodka, grapefruit juice, club soda, St. Germain, and something else that I cannot remember.

cheese plate from husk

Lovely little cheese plate.

All in all, it was a most successful weekend and I loved celebrating my best friend of 14 years. Old friends are the best friends.