397 Days to Go: Well, no wonder I couldn't find it.

I've spent the last few days scouring the intrawebs for bubble glass. I love the way it looks, rustic but careful.



And I couldn't find a damn thing. Okay, that's a lie. I found lots of ugly candy dishes that in no way resembled my beloved bubble glass. You know, the glass with bubbles in it. Bubble glass.

Buuuuuuuuuut... this:



I learned after a phone call to my mother and an informational trip to The Home Depot, is seeded glass. Because the bubbles look like seeds... or something.



So, for future reference: bubble glass = ugly candy dishes and seeded glass=ooo purty.

400 Days to go: Four hundred days!!!!

In FOUR HUNDRED DAYS I will be Mrs. David Serrette. I will be MARRIED... The day I NEVER though would come is only four hundred days way... I'm excited.

And I have SO MUCH SHIT TO DO!!!!!!!!

411 Days to Go: I just can't help myself.

I can't get enough of this.

You know you can't either. That's why the damn thing has eight billion hits.

415 Days to Go: Did I just find my palette?

I think I did. I really think I did.

Chocolate, Apple, Cranberry, Baked Pumpkin, and Mustard.
(oooo Lawd! I think this diet is going to my head!)

It's so me. It's so perfect. It's so fall. It's so amazing.

I love it.

Don't you?


(idea courtesy of whoever runs the show at The Perfect Palette. Thank you, you're a genius.)

416 Days to Go: My groom, the serpent slayer

Dear David just iced a snake for me.

Turns out it was completely benign and none of us were in immediate danger.

But why take a chance? Or so he said.