There's always time to blog before washing the manure off your pants.

Sometimes I can't decide on whether or not Urban Outfitter's is cute and trendy, or unforgivably tacky. Evidence: Motel-inspired furniture. I cannot fathom why anyone would want furniture that is usually found placed next to dirty hookers and giant tubs of discount cocaine. On the plus side, check out this wicked copy of The Neverending Story by Michael Ende. I'm going to be honest here, partly because I've had a lot of sun and a lot of ice cream and lying takes way too much energy, I don't really enjoy The Neverending Story. The first movie is borderline awesome, but the book, much like the film series, begins to totally peter out until midway through you can't even remember why you're reading it in the first place. Seriously, if it was between The Neverending Story and the packaging on a box of tampons for bathroom reading, I would be all over that the box of tampons like white on rice.

Still though, despite the above paragraph, it looks like a beautiful book. I have the same problem with The Wind In the Willows. They have gorgeous hardbound copies of that book, but I am about 99% certain Mr. Toad will never stop being creepy and vaguely nauseating, no matter how gold embossed the pages.

Last weekend I took photographs at a Victorian Rose Tea. Jamie came along as my photographer's assistant extraordinaire and held my cameras. My camera is still acting questionably, and somehow the 300mm lens got itself jammed onto my dad's camera, so I've been switching both of them up and hoping they hold out for a little while longer, at least until I can afford to buy a 40d .. which is on sale right now... hmmm. Saving would be a lot easier if I stopped buying crap like dollhouses and cake plates. And giant boxes of junior mints. It's never too early for Junior Mints. I like to enjoy them at 5:30 a.m., when I get up for work.

Getting up super early agrees with me. I'm no longer heading to bed at 8:30. Mostly. Next week we start work at 6 a.m., so I'll be rolling out of bed, tying back my hair, and heading out to wow the workplace with my early morning hotness. Sometimes, brushing your hair is optional.

I leave you all with a picture of the King and Queen of the Victorian Tea. They are adorable. I want to shrink them down and carry them around with me in my pocket.

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