I saw a few people wearing dresses like this when I was in the Vineyard a few weeks ago. I like it. It's very stylish looking. I saw them at Lord and Taylor last night, and I'm pretty sure they are super expensive.

But, they just look so easy to make. Knit top, elastic waistband, little skirt. I have an appointment at one today and then am off the rest of the day. I think I'm going to try to make one. I might even try to make the pocket if I'm feeling saucy.

Tramatized by the drill...........

I couldn't blog yesterday cause I was traumatized. I had to go to the dentist for a filling. I would have rather been hit over the head with a sledge hammer. I'm not sure why I'm such a baby about the dentist, but that half hour of Novocained discomfort ruins my entire day.

All afternoon was spent in a flurry of panic attack after panic attack until my appointment at 4. It took less than a half hour...and then I was done. Phew! I could breathe.

Sadly, I discovered that these cavities were formed because of the brackets on my braces...which I got to improve my teeth. Upsetting.

Luckily, I only have two cavities left to fill, one crown and some cosmetic bonding on my front teeth (to take away stains that were left from taking acne medication) until I am perfect for the year...lol.

The entire experience can be summed up in one word and a letter .............Terrible F.

The Cure?

Last night...after Harry Potter...we stopped by at my in laws neighbors. It was one of their birthdays and we were going to "have a drink" and say happy birthday. I married into an Irish family. There is no such thing as just one drink.

This morning....hubby and I woke up pretty hungover. My mother in law came over and suggested that we all take "the cure". Hubby was all for it. I resisted. I told them I was drinking vodka and coke...but I kinda just forgot to add the vodka.

What gets me about "The Cure" is that it never actually cures anything. If we were going to accurately describe what is being done...it would need to be called "the temporary postponement of the Irish Flu". So not only did the one drink at the birthday party turn into several so did the one drink to get us back to normal.

So....lesson learned. Although I have learned this before. The Cure doesn't really cure anything at all. It just propels your night of heavy drinking to continue into a day of heavy drinking.

Somehow...I escaped this fate and will be able to wake up for work in the morning with a clear head. But the Hubby was not so lucky. He is laying beside me in bed...as I write this entry....explaining how he would love to be a platypus some day....if he were to get the chance....

Good luck to him in the morning is all I can say..

I'm Harry Potter! I'm Harry Potter

We went to see Harry Potter yesterday with some friends. I was really excited to go...and now I'm feeling a little let down. The movie just didn't live up to the book for me. I felt like all the good stuff in the book was left out....and the movie was just so abridged. But still...it was three hours long.

I guess the old adage is true....the movie is just never as good as the book.

If the Carribean was in Massachusetts....Martha's Vineyard would be it.

I just wanted to post a "sum up" of the trip to Martha's Vineyard last weekend. I'm sure you've gathered from my previous post that I was drunk and got a pretty bad sunburn. This is all true.

But the island itself, and the trip in general, it was just fabulous. I felt as relaxed as I did on my honeymoon in the Bahamas. There was none of the hustle and bustle that there is here in Boston. I didn't feel rushed doing anything. And I felt like cracking open a beer at 10:30 actually was acceptable, just part of the island experience.

When the weekend was over, I was burned, and hungover, and not looking forward to getting back to reality at all. (This week in reality has been somewhat disappointing, I might add).

The picture of the sign above sums the whole feeling of the island up for me. The distances to all the most popular places around are listed on the post. But, here you are, in little Oak Bluffs on Martha's Vineyard, in Massachusetts, but you aren't going anywhere.

Maybe someday Hubby and I can have a place there. Maybe....someday..

Project #2

I'm way to tired to post any pictures of it....but Project #2 is underway. It is a cute summer dress. I've got it cut out already and think I should be able to start it soon.

It seems really easy..

oh...I wore Project #1 out to the Bar on Saturday in the Vineyard. It is now officially part of my wardrobe.

Lessons Learned

I learned a few lessons this weekend during my trip to the vineyard. I'd like to discuss a few.

First..........
The sun is very hot. Very Very Hot. Currently...I am sporting a lovely blister/scab thing on my forehead due to my inability to remember to put on sunscreen until it is too late. I'm constantly reminding the Hubby to put it on...as his nearly pigmentless Irish skin is very adverse to any sun what-so-ever. Yet when it comes to me...I'm just not as ruthless. Maybe it's time to start. I'm feeling awful silly with this thing on my head.

Second.......
When the hot sun (very hot sun) is shining and you are riding in a Jeep Wrangler (without the top on) do not forget that there is no roof to shield you from the sun. Yes...you are in a car....but it's just not the same. I made this mistake. Lesson number two...combined with lesson number one equaled painful...now itchy...skin.

Third.....
Though it may be fun at the moment....it is probably not a good idea to start drinking one night...take a nap...and immediately start drinking again and for the rest of the day. If you can sustain drinking for this almost 24 hour period....it is probable that you will feel the after effects for days. I'm not saying that you should not do this...but just be aware that it's going to hurt afterward. As long as you are ready for the pain...it's worth it.

Fourth (and Final).....
Drinking all day Saturday.....and eating junk food all day (to "sop" up the booze) Sunday..... just won't make you feel good about yourself...especially if you've been dieting. However...there's no reason to feel bad about the approximately half of a loaf of Strawberry Breakfast Bread that you ate while drinking on Saturday. Not only was that necessary...but it was delicious.

Great Weekend. Starting running again tomorrow and not looking at wine at least until Sunday....