friday tonic

A good laugh and a long sleep are the best cures in the doctor's book. - Irish Proverb

Maybe some vino due to my Italian lovin' ways.  I leave you with these lusts via Vogue Italia.  Happy Friday.

I'll have this Cavalli.  Thanks. 

Only Gisele can make wet hair and a hood look redonkulous.

xo

(pretty) simple

Simple pretty things.  Simple little joys.  Big little world.

Emma Lilly.  Smile smile smile be happy.

The Tumbler my mother in law gave me.  Love.

My outfit for the first day of my new job.

A cat that's prettier than the one that belongs to my hubs.

Emma Lilly ready for a run with mama.

Smile today.

xo Whitty

notte di nostalgia

back in the day. kind of miss that day.

Jenny + Whitters = italian roomies of amazing things 

When I lived in Italy, one of the greatest blessings was not understanding Italian television, but my bff Jenny and I making up our own words to Italia's Next Top Model over a bottle of Lambrusco.  

Ohhh lawdyy that hair from the first two seasons.

Every once in a while we'd get a strong need for some American culture if you will, so we'd watch hours, hours and hours of Sex and the City.  Tonight with the hubs away, I am bringing back my Italian ways.

My new roomie... I miss Jenny though...  A LOT!

These days the pups and I park it on the couch and reminisce about the good ol' days. Well I dream about it.  They mostly bark at anyone who is a threat to my life.  AKA Any dog outside they may hear going for a walk.

They're so pretty.  They're so loud.  I so love them.

My life is not so glamourous.  I was even too tired to pick up a bottle of wine for myself and my date with the pups.  I used to have real bad anxiety about being alone.  These days I welcome the [bark] and quiet.

This is not my cat.  It's the cat I would pick out because it's coloring goes so well with mine. Just wanted to share this photo...

I leave you with this.  Happy Tuesday.
"I need a drink. Would it be bad to have a martini with my muscle relaxant, or bad in a good way?" - Samantha

Oh to be in Reggio Emilia right now with a glass of homemade Lambrusco with my Italian and Canadian sisters.

life is boot-y-ful!

"Bring on the sunshine.  Bring on the good times.  Girl let me look atchuu."

A card my bestie sent me, that I should send to my blog.

Hello blog.  It's been much too long, and I am sorry for neglecting you.  I've been real busy, transitioning from an old job to a new one.  Working on wicked side projects, and hauling over my new wardrobe for a new life.  Well not really a new life but it feels nice.  Anyway, I promise to never leave you unattended for more than a week.  I do heart you so.

The sweet spot.  Golfing with my boys.

In the last couple of weeks, I have found a really sweet and happy spot in my life and am totally ready to rock in ELEVEN.  I've had to make some tough decisions, and I really have come to the conclusion that Margaret Shepherd was right when she said, Sometimes your only available transportation is a leap of faith. Well here's my big jump with both feet, fueled by drops of cappuccino, and some wicked love.

Life's too short not to drink a GOOD cappuccino.

The truth is, you never know where you will land, but there's a good chance you won't get very far standing still.  You can create anything --no b.s. I mean it-- for yourself if you actually attempt it.  Waiting for someone or something else to create the space for you to innovate your life will get you just as far as walking in a circle and preying will.  Walk the line, make a few jumps, and let the people, who care to, catch you.

My favorite life catcher in the world.

Let's get to the goods.  The BEST BEST part of starting a new job is not my corner office with a view of the ocean, ha syyykke I wish, but the new wardrobe I get to adorn myself with. The last few years I have been rockin' some serious black stretchy pants, and I am so ready to dress up again.  It's like September back to school shopping on crack for this shopahollic.

 Fuel.  Inspiration.  Hope.

Did I mention I fell in love since I've been away.  Hubs and I are still married, but there's a new man in my life.  Joe of Joe's Jeans.  I have the worst luck with jeans because I have a honky tonk badonk-a-donk, and a little waist.  I would find great jeans that get over the booty, and then swam around my waist, or when I sat down and my thong is hanging out for the world to see (clASSy), skinny jeans make me look like a pear with legs, baggy jeans make me look gi-normous... So basically I gave up the search a long time ago for the perfect jean for my silhouette. 

Rock, rock, rock it out!

Well bootiful ladies rejoice, I found my most favorite jeans in the world at Nordies a few days ago, "the Rocker" from Joe's Jeans, skinny jeans with a flare for those of us with a curve in our catwalk.  They hug my curves well without suffocating them, and they fit my waist! Holler, I bought two pair.

Hey girl, heyyy.

Life is a bit like my search for the perfect pair of jeans.  If you have already decided you will never find the perfect pair, then you are right you won't.  But if you are committed to your search, hopeful, and bear the 5 way dressing room mirrors leaving no delusion of what your body actually looks like from all angles, you will find a way to fit into the life that's right for you.

Pop.  Lock it.  Drop it.

Go ahead.  Pop that champagne, when it's fitting, even if it's not, toast to your life.  It totally rocks if you let it. #sparkleandshine

be still my (pizza) heart

Motto of the year: If you're gonna bring the boom, don't forget the shakalaka.  Everyday.

The leftovers of my pizza at Origano.  Bomb to the dotcom.

Last night the hubs and I ventured out to a delectable new little Italian joint in Hillcrest, Origano.  It was delicious.  I actually would say this is the BEST pizza I have had since living in Italy. 

 

Apples n oats. 

This lovely January morning started off on a good note.  Greek yogurt, sliced apple, and a few oats, and ended with the debauchery that is pizza.  BUT, we're not going to sweat over it, because life's too short not to take a slice of it now and again. 

Hello my name is eat me I'm delicious. 

On normal days I would do my best to eat maybe half of my personal pizza at the VERY MOST.  Then I would feel bad about it all night, make my hubs feel bad about it, and remember how terrible I am for enjoying life via one meal.  But not tonight, not now.  

Pizza Margherita. Nom Nom Nom.

Tonight I ate the whole pie, minus 1 piece swiped by the hubs, and it was worth every bite.  Not to be cheesy, no pun intended, but it really made me think about my life in general.  If you're only going to eat half of the pie, and complain about it later what's the point?  If you order the pie, eat the pie, enjoy it, and indulge in gelato. 

   Junk in the trunk. (via Vogue Italia)

Let's just be honest with ourselves.  The junk in my trunk will never look like Kate's, but, I am going to enjoy my life, one bite at a time. AND in the 1 out of maybe 3 occasions of the whole year I eat pizza, the hubs won't think it's possible I hate myself.  Because I don't.

Nothing exists outside this cup of apple cider tea. 

The truth is the following, yoga really is my religion, tea heals the heart and soul, chocolate should be enjoyed, pizza should feel delicious, and if you are not happy with all of your choices, those around you won't be happy with you as their choice.  Soak it up.  AND if you're gonna bring the boom, don't forget to pack the shakalaka. (A tip I learned recently from NBA Jam).