bring on the montage

exciting news!

if you have ever spent any amount of time watching television or a movie or reading blogs with me, you know that nothing gets me more psyched/teary than a good old fashioned MAKEOVER.

i love a good before and after. LOVE it. LIVE for them. 

i just want the amount i love makeovers to be really clear.

so i am psyched to announced that very very soon, this little blog of mine will be "pretty woman"-ified by a fabulous little canadian named suzy! she has a super fun blog here and she is doodling away in her cabin in saskatchewan (she doesn't really live in a cabin...i think....but shouldn't everyone in saskatchewan be required to live in a log cabin?).

i am positive a beautiful blog will get me pumped to post more often. is that superficial? don't care. i love aesthetically pleasing and pretty things and i'm not ashamed to admit it.

i love them so much that i cried in the shoe boudoir in harrod's.

(yes, there is a shoe boudoir.)

(yes, i cried actual tears.)

(yes, some of them were for the shoes and some of them were tears of jealousy as i watched a 70 year old woman in a sweatsuit drop 10,000 GBP on shoes. not exaggerating.)

(yes, i was sort of ashamed of myself.)

(sort of.)

on another note, i miss nyc so much. i am going to OWN christmas in nyc.

partly because i can't wait to be home, 

partly because i will be unemployed with too much time on my hands.

a little bit of this, a little bit of that

the last week in random/embarrassing/awesome iphone snaps:

rich and i have very different ideas about acceptable dinner beverage sizes:

 look at the following pictures and guess if we have been in the hotel room pictured for:

a. 3 minutes

b. 3 hours

c. 3 days

(answer at the bottom)

a: 3 hours. 

oops.

i don't know what's worse: 

the fact that i have no pants on in the first pic,

the peanut butter smeared knife and pile of picked off gel manicure in the second, 

or the subway trash on the floor in the fourth.

we are nomads, ok? we can't help ourselves.

m & s aka marks and spencer is a store that simultaneously sells groceries, clothing, and these beauties:

i told rich I could not go to breakfast with him anymore because I cannot eat one more bowl  of yogurt with muesli. He went without me, and came back with this:

yes, for all of my "blah blah vegetarianism blah blah green juice blah blah probiotics"

i effing love burger king fries.

not only did i eat them, but i ate them in bed.

like a reallllllll champion.

we're in london for the next 48 hours and will do our best to limit our wagamama intake.

toodle ooo, dearies!

sleep tight

we have stayed in a premier inn every night for the last 6 weeks. they are nothing swanky, but they are always clean and since every room looks the same, it does help us feel less like homeless people wandering from place to place. the other major bonus is that all of the beds and mattresses are the same, and they are insanely comfortable. like, comfortable enough that we looked into buying a bed and mattress and shipping it to the states. apparently, the Queen sleeps on one of these bad boys. i want to stay in it all day long, and i am not really a stay-in-bed-all-day kind of person. 

(i prefer the couch + an intervention marathon.)

we bought a new bed frame in the spring, but left our craptastic tiny mattress on it because we knew we were leaving and didn't want to spend the cash. now, these mattresses (hypnos, btw), plus some time lounging around on the tempurpedic beds in harrods (yes, literal lounging around...we were trying to only spend imaginary money), have got me thinking about mattress buying.

i've come to the conclusion that the world of mattresses is way too big and stressful and i want an organic mattress but they $2873682.00 and maybe i am brainwashed into buying everything organic and can't someone just tell me which one will be the comfiest for someone who sleeps on her stomach in a position not unlike a symbol most associated with a german political party during wwii?

then i came to another conclusion:

i will sleep on rocks as long as they are piled up on this bed:

this is the jonathan adler woodhouse bed and it is my dream.

not my dream bed.

just....my dream.

i wouldn't even need a mattress with this bed. 

i will happily sleep on the floor, knowing that headboard is above me.

siiiiiiigh.

oh and by the way....

my birthday is november 28th.

just in case, you know?

xo liv

(dream bed image via here)

V.I.T.

Very. Important. Things.
I NEED to have the following items with me at all times.
There are other items I feel I can't live without,
like q tips (ohhhhhh, q tips),
but these are my non-negotiable, on-my-person, i-am-in-a-bad-mood-without-them necessities:

Not having sunglasses can essentially ruin my day. Dramatic? Yes. True? Basically.

Only Burt's Bees, only the original, only in the tube. I have loved Burt's Bees since it was only available in specialty shops and it only came in a tin. I've messed around with the honey and pomegranate and mango flavors, but they are all harlots who tried to get me to abandon my one true chapstick love.

I feel like everyone has one pet peeve that is universal but they are certain it affects them more than anyone else. Mine is hangnails. I. Cannot. Handle. Them. And I feel like I have them constantly. If I don't have a nail clipper, I have to buy one. Immediately. 


What prompted this post?

A day without the above items.

all images via: sunglasses, nail clipper, lip balm