tick tock

You know how when you have to wake up at a weird hour, you spend all night checking the clock? Thinking that it's definitely the time to wake up and your stupid phone that must serve as an alarm clock didn't go off and you're pretty screwed and oh no you'll never be invited to have a table at the farmer's market ever again because you overslept...only to see that it's just an hour past the time you last checked and so not time to wake up yet? These are things that I did on repeat on Friday night before my 5am farmer's market wake up call. I'm thinking that having a cuter and better and more perfectly modern-meets-vintage design-y alarm clock will help rest my restless "15 minutes early is almost late" spirits. I mean, obviously that will help. Right?

top: led wooden alarm clock | middle: turquoise alarm clock | bottom: cube alarm clock

side note: Everyone reading this that knows me knows that I could never ever use the middle clock because it probably ticks and tocks all night and I would hear it and it would keep me up. I've been known to hide people's wall clocks in hidden rooms under towels and such when I'm sleeping over. As in, find something to stand on, get that clock down from the wall at all costs and tuck it away. Oh, and the kicker of my awesome-ness is that I then forget to put it back up in the morning to hide my neurosis. Because if it's not written down someplace for me to remember, I'll probably forget. Really and truly, these are things I do. I'm an awesome house guest, have me over.

weekend no. 041710

This weekend was filled mostly with tissues and Sudafed and Thermaflu and my guaranteed to make you feel much better phases one and phases two (brown sugar, cinnamon and buttered toast surrounded by fresh oranges, followed about three hours later with some frozen oranges) - remedies passed down from my momma - because my poor Cute Husband was feeling quite under the weather. Being sick is the worst - being sick on a most beautiful weekend when your wife makes you wake up at 5:20am because she has to set up her Farmer's Market table and she's too scared to walk there alone when it's still dark outside is the super worst. I win no wife trophies this weekend, I'm afraid. Well, except for the remedies one and two...those might have brought me back into the running. I hope.

The Farmer's Market was absolutely the best. I met the nicest and sweetest and kindest shoppers on this earth, I do believe. And the vendors near me lived up to the same descriptions. A beautiful morning filled with beautiful people. Thank you for loving my jewelry and thank you for stopping by. I can't wait to see you again at future markets!

what to wear: first farmers market

This weekend marks my first Charlottesville Farmer's Market participation and I'm oh so excited. I've been going to this thing for years...as a kid, as a teen, as a college kid coming back home for breaks. And to now participate feels really exciting...full circle-ish or something. I'm thankful for the rain anticipation that switched sometime mid-week to sunny and 70 (umm...perfect). I'll be in booth 99 and I hope you'll stop by if you're in the area! Cute Husband and I might also make our way out to King Family Vineyard for a little birthday celebration, but I'm afraid I gave him the mean cold I had last week despite all efforts not to. Sadness. Might mean less of a wine tour and more of a movie and soup tour. Which is just fine with me. Hope you all have fabulous weekends filled with fun glittery things like those amazing Toms Shoes that are above. My new friend rocks those all the time and she looks so cool in them - I'm wondering if I could pull them off, too.

jean shorts | silver glitter toms shoes | white/blue tank | striped tank | laurel denise imagine bracelet | laurel denise heart necklace

studio tour no. 041510

This week has been pleasantly out of control. I love free time, don't get me wrong...relishing in the "working" on the rooftop or spending entirely too much time "researching" a Friday fashion blog post. But, as a super duper small business owner (and I don't mean my actual stature...because at barely 5' and one have inch - thank you very much - the word small can be accurately applied), busy equals really good. And comforting. So it's been a good week. Those little "mommy" and "xoxo" recycled sterling customs were sent out to Yankee Candle in Deerfield, MA and they really are the cutest in person. I will put them online in the shop soon. That fourth little clip of an image is of some gold leafing I'm playing around with for a new glass collection. It will either be the coolest thing ever or an ultimate fail. We'll see soon.

something i made

I made this little tank on Sunday while Cute Husband watched the Caps play their last regular season game. They lost, which I'm really hoping isn't some sort of hockey sign that means they are going to do poorly in the playoffs. That would be a very sad, sad day in the Smith household, let me tell you. I'm probably breaking some sort of hockey oath by even saying the word "playoffs" in the same sentence as "caps". Oh man. I hope not. First rule of the playoffs? Don't talk about the playoffs.

ps: go caps!

young chicken

This is my happy dining room table centerpiece right now. I bought them at the farmer's market this weekend for $2 or something and I think they're beautiful. They help brighten my mood when I've just ruined something called a "young chicken" that was supposed to be a delicious and simple chicken roast and wound up eating peanut butter toast and yogurt with a bubbling burn on my hand that I got while removing said burned chicken from the oven only to realize that it was as disgusting as I thought it might be. There were tears. Don't go shopping at Whole Foods to pick something up quickly when you're on the phone. You wind up coming home with "young chickens". Who on earth knew that the age of a chicken made a difference to its roasting abilities?? Gross me out all over the place.

weekend no. 041010

I always feel like my last weekend just ended when I start to write about the next. Except for the Monday through Friday in between, sometimes. So, let's see...what did we do around this little Charlottesville town I love so much? Friday night dinner was deliciousness from Vita Nova on the mall and, friends, I know I'm going to catch a lot for this, but this pizza beat Christian's by quite a lot. Hub and I still haven't found anything to replace our Hoboken, NJ favorites (not sure we ever will), but this fresh mozz, basil and mushroom baby came close. We checked out the city Farmer's Market for the first time this weekend, too. I wanted to see what I could expect next week and, wow, this town sure does come out to support its local growers and farmers and makers! Praying for good weather next weekend so that I can experience this as well at Laurel Denise's first cville market showing (booth 99...april 17th...in case you've missed my million FB and twitter posts referring to said event). On Saturday, we went on a long walk downtown and into the corner and beyond and back with a short stop in at 12th Street Tap House where we both got a bit more sun than we'd planned. High low from the weekend? High, eating lunch on the rooftop on Saturday with my Cute Husband...and Arch's on Sunday night (always). Low? If I have to think about it for more than 10 seconds, then there is no low for me this time. That's the rule. Strict policy.