:: THE COUNTOWN IS ON ::
:: Pleats Party + New Years Eve Inspiration ::
but the best part is they are ALL UNDER $100!!
We are last-minute hosting a small group at our place,
but what my husband doesn’t know,
is we are really hosting a celebration in honor of Countess LuAnn and Tom’s Wedding.
the rehearsal dinner tonight is set to be…. wait for it… ON A YACHT!!!!
There’s no better reason to host a party than in honor of their pure, true love.
editors note : SERIOUSLY I PRAY IT IS BEING FILMED FOR THE SHOW.
I ordered the WHAT DO YOU MEME GAME but didn’t get it in time for our trip,
My mom saw a TV segment with these Champagne Jello Shots and said they looked like something I would like.
I don’t think she has ever had a jello shot (???) but at least she knows me well enough to know bubbly + jello shots are both something I definitely say YES to.
I know I will need all the help I can get in Preventing a Sunday New Years hangover, so although I’m positive I will be ignoring #7 Namaste: Take a Yoga Class, theres plenty of other things I’m willing to do.
10 Ways to Prevent a New Years Hangover
:: ENOUGH ALREADY ::
I thought because we had internet and I had drafted a couple of posts I’d get to it, but let’s be honest,
the beach + cocktails + delicious food with the family was more important.
and since I still have loads of TV to catch up on, I figured it was the perfect way to get a little bit Coffee-Talk-y while I wait to see all the shows!
DEAR DORIT,
I mean…. this Panty-Gate thing is just insane.
If I were wearing a skin tight white dress that would only be ruined by a panty line, I wouldn’t wear underwear either!
Erika didn’t walk in the room and announce that she wasn’t wearing underwear; LVP asked her for a pair and then threw her hand in that area, so she responded she wasn’t wearing any.
And she was not sitting there with her legs spread, she had a napkin on her lap.
It’s not her fault that your husband PK (to be read in the annoying fake accent that her husbands name is said in every two seconds…. truly….”PK” should be the drinking game word of RHOBH)
But it’s not Erika’s fault that PK is a pervert who keeps staring at her vagina
and is disgusting enough to keep bringing it up to his wife and saying completely inappropriate things.
editors note: seriously though, his face when they show him looking at her at that white party, UGH HE IS SO DISGUSTING.
PLUS, in case you’d forgotten:
Not one.
Dorit just can’t keep her mouth shut about it, and it is the only thing she discusses at all until she sees Erika next. But she can’t just drop it. No.
She not only needs to blame Erika for her husband being a pervert, but she also needs to buy her underwear and make a big scene out of giving it to her.
What does Erika think when she gives her the underwear?
and another ENOUGH to Dorit, but I’m sure I’ll expand on it in my next CoffeeTalk/EnoughAlready,
ENOUGH with the damn accent. It’s getting WORSE.
(Thank Gawd for yoga or else I imagine shed be wound tighter than a bad Facelift)
and THEN she is so utterly rude at the dinner table entirely.
Which is truly one of my biggest pet peeves for people in the world. Don’t be a sarcastic ass if you can’t handle it back.
also, is Caroline Fleming fishing in leather leggings?
How? How is that possible?
Prior to the boat scene, when they are still at dinner, Caroline S. has a meltdown about going on a boat the next morning and storms out!
:: Grand Cayman Bound ::
WE’RE OFF TO THE CAYMANS! Mele Kalikimaka!
We are off for our annual family Christmas trip and I couldn’t be more excited.
I’ll be stopping in with a few posts *hopefully* in between cocktails on the beach,
but wishing you + yours a very merry early Christmas!
photos from a few years ago, when we chartered a boat and were the first ones out to Stingray City and got them practically all to ourselves!
all of those dark shadows above are the stingrays
It’s one of my favorite things to do and it never, ever gets old.
This year the boys wanted to charter a deep sea fishing boat instead…..and I don’t think I get to swim with these little (big) angels so I’m a little sad.
I’ll be instagramming daily! For once 🙂
:: weekend recap ::
One of the girls brought Graham Cracker Toffee and I was uhb-sessed.
I would have walked away with the entire plate if no one was watching.
I have made a version of this, but with saltines instead of graham crackers and usually with some chocolate too, but I am definitely switching over to the graham cracker.
// GRAHAM CRACKER TOFFEE //
crack, I tell you people! CRACK!
First of all, I felt very fashionable last week because the queen of fashion blogging herself Julia from Gal Meets Glam did a post wearing my favorite J.Crew Sweater.
image via gal meets glam
I meannnnn.
I’d ask who wore it better…. but HA!!!!
that would be like asking whose blog or photography or anything else for the matter is better…. so I definitely won’t be asking 🙂
Plus the pricing is much better than I’ve seen elsewhere.
Sunday we went to our first Falcons game with friends which was a nice change for a Sunday Funday!
brunch at Hampton + Hudson before the game!
Some weekend wears:
// LUSH SIDE SLIT TANK AND MORE COLORS HERE //
// OVER THE KNEE BOOTS available in four colors //
The sweater is Trouve and their sweaters are always SO soft and cozy for the cold weather.
ALSO, I finally got my hair cut and colored.
This is the shortest it has been in years and I was a leeeeetle freaked out when I looked up from the chair and saw that…..gasp….. she had layered me.
I think all of my dead ends confused her so much that she thought my hair was layered, which in her defense is a fair assumption, but nope. But it’s okay; it looks very healthy now so I’m trying to focus on that and not fear that it will take 2 more years to grow back like it has in the past.
everyone still reading: wow. great story. glad I took the time to read it.
For those of you with kids
you must make these Buddy the Elf Cookies for Christmas!
I can’t believe the time has come where we are almost to Christmas!!
My family and I leave tomorrow for our annual Cayman Christmas, so follow along on Instagram for an unnecessarily selfish amount of I’M AT THE BEACH BETCHES photos.