I was not prepared for work today…in any way, shape or form. The thought of tackling the task list I had tossed aside last Thursday pained my brain.  Luckily, Beach House was here to ease me into the thick of it. 

That, plus the gobs of freshly brewed sweet tea my company now provides.  (They know me all too well)

So I finally made it to New Orleans, a trip I’ve been waiting for since 2004 (WTH, slacker). Per my previous post you know I adore beignets with every fiber of my being. Now that I’m here, soaking up the bayou sun, breeze and 80% humidity I am PUMPED to hit Bourbon street and start stuffing my hamster cheeks full of fried dough and hurricanes! Sorry body, this ain’t gonna be pretty. And here’s a daily doodle of me for your viewing pleasure.

I made hipster mini cakes for a dinner party … They say hello. Sadly, I forgot their eyebrows. They were going to be epic.

Just in time for the Derby, my first red rose of the season bloomed this weekend.   Not exactly “Winner’s Circle” worthy, but it’s damn fine for my lil’ garden, and a few dozen aphids.  The other pots will surely bloom all week while I’m locked at work.  Blaaaah.  Now if only I can remember to water them.  I should write that down….

Not an alcoholic, just a good time gal. Wait. Why is this upside down. What’s in this sangria?!? Damnit.

Friend Sam made 35 of these knockout cookies for Mahsa’s baby shower this weekend. And my gawd is it delish! I took the wonky one so the guests could walk away with perfection, but it still looks fab to me. It even made it back to LA, unscathed, in my luggage… which is more than I can say for the crumbles in my purse, formerly known as vanilla bean scones. *unpictured*

Stop defacating on sidewalks and maybe I’ll consider it. [Venice]