goo gone is amazing!

I tripped on a candle when I walked out of yoga the other night, and of course, I was wearing my brand-new, ridiculously expensive lululemon pants. That's right, wax all the way up the leg. FANTASTIC! I'm so rad.

So I had frozen the things, picked at the wax, it was seeming futile, I was using "avoidance" as a strategy to deal with the fact that I might have ruined my pants. But it was nagging away at me, in the back of my mind. I decided that desperate times called for desperate measures, and I went to Walgreens for some Goo Gone, based on some internet advice delivered by my (always uber-helpful) mum.

Sprayed it on the wax, waited a minute, and that shit WIPED RIGHT OFF! I'm not kidding!! Ladies, gentlemen, do not delay, run out and buy yourselves a bottle of this miracle product immediatamente! All that wax that you spilled on your rug when you drunkenly stumbled into your Pier One Patchouli candle...it can be removed lickety-split. Go! Now!

Anyhoo...as I promised, here are some photos of my newly fabulous house. And my (ok, soon to be my) table...enjoy, lovelies!

I got a nail in my tire

dear liza, dear liza...and it cost me $350!!! Good night. That's what you get for having a mini with ride flat tires. Those darn Germans.

Also, I dropped a crapload (or promised to drop a crapload, I *only* put $1000 down yesterday) on a rad table at this local freaking kickass joint, Installations Antiques. This Dutch guy, Jur, and his gal, Becky, own this warehouse and they travel all over the globe buying antiques. OK, maybe not the globe, but at least Germany (those Germans again), Belgium, Holland, etc. There are those Dutch again. Can't get away!!!

Anyway, Jur makes custom furntiure that is like crack cocaine. Once you get a taste, you can't get enough. So I put a down payment on this crunk table with a custom cedar top and an Eames base. Annoushka, if you are reading this, you will pass out when you see it. Promise.

But the bright side is that I spent $43 last weekend on going out. $43!!!!

Anthony Bourdain eats some disgusting shit.

match.com vs. my state of mind

so I got on match.com...why, I don't know. But I suppose I thought maybe that was what I was supposed to do--meet and socialize with men.

So I did it. And the first guy I talked to turned out to be a total wierdo, all hippied-out, needy, and wanting me to not be the career woman I am.

And, darn it, it's time for me to put myself first. I spent the better part of last year putting a man first, and now I am going to stop.

I want to focus on me, on work (I love my job), on yoga (it saved/s me), and on my house. That is it. It is time for me to introduce myself back to myself. Hello, Sarah! Goodbye, men. At least for this week.