YOU.

MAKE ME FEEL SO YOUNG!

Spring is kinda-sorta here and I am sorta-kinda basking in it's glow.

This time of year is inspiring, isn't it?

This is me:




I am a hydrangea.

I also wouldn't mind being a tulip, poppy, buttercup, or azalea, but I'm saving those for baby names.

Once the Mardi Gras madness dissipated, the McPeters (that's us) took advantage of the most beautiful weekend on God's green earth and spent our time in sunshine.

We lazed, we bathed (in sunlight, you pervs), and spent the contents of our pocketbooks on food and entertainment.

Park and pic-a-nic on Saturday



Lunch provided by
Whole Foods.




Sunday brunch at Stanley (my phone really wanted to correct that to Stankey-I should have let it)




Now the only things in my wallet are grocery receipts and lint.

Speaking of, I decided to go without coffee for Lent, which is similar to going without water. It's not really, I shouldn't compare it to that, but it's hard. I'll extend my appreciation to Bigelow for it's decent alternative to my cravings:




I began writing this post a few days ago and it's another incredible weekend once again.

I'm now going to be a lotus dancing on the sparkling waters of our apartment complex's crystal blue chlorine waters.

Go be your own blossom.

- Emily McP

Fully baked

Let it be known: I will have a cookie jar collection.

I will be a regular ceramophile, not entirely unlike Jack Donaghy via Victor Nightingale. Except, hopefully our kids won't have some "unresolved childhood thing" because I never baked any cookies because I thought they didn't deserve them. Those jars WILL be stocked and my children won't ever feel the need to own a cookie jar with "MOM" emblazoned on the front but think of it as an upside down "WOW."

I hope you people watch 30 Rock.

I don't know when a fascination with cookie jars came about, but I suppose my knack for all-things-owls had something to do with it when I saw Mr. Wise Ol Owl at Anthropologie




This Mr. Owl was far from budget-friendly miscellany, but the jar currently in my possession (reported on in previous post) is a more precious (and thrifty!) replacement.

Of course, owning a cookie jar is a privilege as it means you are the bearer of delicious baked treats.

My grandmother constantly kept cookies in her jar. Sometimes she cheated and snuck in Oreos, but most of the time it was "Memaw's oatmeal cookies" that my grubby paws retrieved.

I know it's a little soon for me to be a grandmother (or is it??) but now seems a good time for me to carry the homemade-oatmeal-cookie torch and keep my jar full and ready at all times.

I made the dough, chilled it, cut it, baked it, and now the cookies, in their adult form, reside in Owlie.






The only problem is, I made three batches. We don't have grandkids and rarely receive visitors.

Please come eat some?

- Posted from my awesome iPhone