Dress: UO * Cardigan: UO * Boots: Target * Tights: Christmas present * Socks: Target
First of all, thanks for all of your very kind words in your comments to yesterday's post. I'm glad, and flattered, that my randomness delights you. And I'm glad you're as excited as I am about my bread-making experiments! In fact, as I type this I have little bits of dough under my fingernails and stuck to my arm. I got up early this morning to mix and knead the dough for the buckwheat batard I was telling you about yesterday, and I'm letting it rise while I'm at work. I'm hoping to have a loaf or two to bring to Joe this weekend.
Speaking of Joe, we have a fancy date planned for Friday night! There are a few things about me that make me awesome (ha! I love sentences that start like that). One is the fact that I consider my birthday to be a crucially important day in the year. Like, really damn important. Therefore, I am a big fan of all things birthday-related. Such as, for example, my half birthday. Last year, for my half-birthday, we took a day-long excursion through Chicago, got miserably lost (we got halfway to Wisconsin and thought we were headed towards Indiana the whole time...), and had a delicious sushi dinner. This year we missed my half-birthday, just by the virtue of being apart from each other. We realized, however, that this past Monday was my three-quarters birthday, and rather than feeling ashamed for splitting hairs, we decided to embrace the serendipity of the occasion and go out on a date. So this Friday night I'll be donning my best (or three-quarters best) duds and hitting the town with my red-bearded boyfriend.
We have reservations at a restaurant in Joe's town that I've been dying to go to. It focuses on buying from local farmers, and has a constantly rotating, and absolutely delicious sounding menu. I'm already debating what to order. We haven't been out on a proper date in quite awhile, and the last weekend we spent together we were both so sick, so I'm really looking forward to a bit of special date night time with him.
Okay, enough of this. I've got to go wash the bread dough out of my hands and get to work. Happy hump day!
Title song: Elton John, "Tiny Dancer" (I felt somewhat ballerina or figure skater-esque in this outfit, so this seemed to be the appropriate choice.)
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