Life's Little Details

"The details are not the details. They make the design." — Charles Eames

Happy Monday, m' dears! I hope your weekend was filled with the brightest of hues, roaring laughter, and fizzy cocktails. Did you do anything special, or delight in the mundane? Life here at Lil' Puna has been rather quiet, but sounds of Andy Cohen and phone calls from Flyboy and la familia keep me feeling loved and entertained. Of course, Tripp and Beesly do their best to keep me company, but I think they secretly enjoy the time I'm away at work—naps are a necessity! My free time has been devoted to organizing our tiny office (stationery, files, etc.) and blogging. Getting rid of some of the clutter has been such a relief. I guess the saying, "a cluttered home is a cluttered mind" rings quite true, because I'm finally starting to feel like I'm back in the bloggie groove. There's clarity of thought.

As peppy and cheerful as I like to keep the blog, I must be honest with you... The past few weeks haven't been easy. I felt overwhelmed with blogging and weary about being alone—two areas in which I usually thrive. I wasn't being the person I've grown to be proud of—the girl that makes her own sunshine and relishes in life's little details. December was just such a great month (so much family and so many memories), and I don't think I ever took time to fully digest my blessings. Instead of being grateful, I felt sad that it passed so quickly. This weekend I caught myself being a real negative Nancy, and I was embarrassed. I realized it was time to turn things around. Please tell me you've had moments where you catch yourself being utterly ridiculous!?! This blog was intended to spread joy. How could I possibly achieve that if I'm not being genuine with myself? I was reminded how important it is to focus on all that's good in my life. Ultimately, I'm in charge of my happiness. Here's what made me jump for joy recently...

This past weekend's wardrobe details. // Beesly's slobbery mustache. // A cookie and light reading.

Stripes make every outfit better. // Warning: Earrings come with uncontrollable jazz hands. // Can't stop staring at this book's beauty.

Inspired by the colors of my Lulie. // I really do have a thing for green! // Rainy season in HI. // Missing this guy.

This chocolate is semi-biographical. // Downton Abbey love. // Bar cart sneak peek. // Does this mean I'm getting old?

Every gal needs an Anna Wintour finger puppet... // Some serious GSD going on here. // Decluttering the office.

A few notes about some of the photos above...

• Bar Cart Madness: First off, I'm told it's not a "bar cart" because it doesn't have wheels (Ugh, minor details. Really?!). I suppose cocktail corner has a better ring to it. Anywho, I plan on switching up the art above the tray. Once this little project is finished, I'll unveil all the updates. Here's to giving an old canvas a facelift and it NOT looking like crafty crap.
• On hair loss...: Pardon my language, but shit starts to get real when your mom visits, and she takes you to the side to show you your hair loss. I immediately bought a bottle of Biotin and slathered my scalp in Aveda's Invati. I think it really hit home when she said, "You don't want to be that little old lady with three hairs on her head."
• Go Green: I didn't know what to say when a stranger at the Post Office asked me if green was my favorite color. I thought to myself, "I love all color!" The next day I cleaned out my purse and it all became so very clear...
• Team Fine: I've learned that it's okay for me to say that I miss Flyboy—it doesn't make me any less independent. Whether we're together or apart, we're a pretty great team. Not to mention, I'm lucky to have someone so good lookin' to miss. <-- This is a test to see if he read today's post. Ha Ha!
• These are my confections...: If I was Usher, I would probably sing about my favorite sweets. My Instagram features cookies, chocolate, donuts, etc. I don't discriminate, and that's precisely the problem. This week, I'm trying Dr. Oz's cleanse. I'm not doing it because I think I need to lose weight. Instead, I'm using it as a tool to help me refocus on food. When Flyboy's away, I don't really cook meals and mindless munching occurs late at night. I've gotten kind of sloppy with some of my choices. I guess a sleeve of Joe-Joe's doesn't quite qualify as a nutritious meal. Oops! I'll let you know how it works out. Right now, my fridge looks like it was invaded by Dr. Oz. I spent about five minutes at Target trying to pick the best probiotic supplement. Huh? Here's to chugging all sorts of fruits, veggies, and flax seed!

Enough about me, what about you?

ANF