The Leather Chairs Aren't Going Anywhere

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After reading yesterday's post at work about my wanting to go vegan, Blair came home and had a little talk with me over dinner.

"You. Do. Not. Touch. My. Leather. Chairs." he said. "Are we clear on this? Do I need to write it down for you? Nooooooo touchy." 

Blair's favorite spot in the house is reading the WSJ in his overstuffed leather chair. And for what it's worth, I have no intention of ditching the chairs. Would I go out today and buy leather chairs? Probably not. But I look at past purchases as water under the bridge and I'll try to do better going forward. 

Blair, however, is not convinced.

"It's okay," I think I heard him whispering to the chair as he caressed it. "I won't let her get you." 

On the bright side, he loved the gluten free vegan meal I prepared last night - Aloo Palak. It's an Indian spinach and potato dish. Yum!

Saying Good-bye to Cheese

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I was all set to write about my re-energized committment to going vegan and was going to start the post off with a definition of veganism which--because the Universe has a sense of humor-- when I found it, knocked me off my moral high horse and back down to earth. The definition for Veganism in Wikipedia reads thus:


Veganism is a diet and lifestyle that seeks to exclude the use of animals for food, clothing, or any other purpose.

 

Without doing too much research, I'm thinking the leather chair in our front room, the honey in my kitchen cabinet, and the rockin' winter suede boots in my closet aren't going to earn me any "Vegan of the Year" awards.

 

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Why Beauty Magazines Are Bad For You

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My life is a mess. I didn’t realize this until late yesterday afternoon when I sat down with an InStyle and an O magazine. Thank God I read them though, as I apparently have the wrong hair, clothes, mate, moisturizer, mascara, shoes, jewelry and, I suspect, breath.

Why do women read these things? The more pages I flipped through, the more I became convinced my life was lacking. While 20 minutes earlier the only thing I was craving was a piece of dark chocolate, suddenly I was obsessed with cuter clothes, oversized purses, bangles on my arm, chunky hairlights, and instigating a complete home/body make-over.

I was on the couch reading and Blair was in the leather chair across the room.

“I’ve got some good news and some bad news,” I announced, pausing on a page.

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Not Bad for 9th Grade Shop...

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Click to enlargeCheck out the beautiful bookcase my husband built me! Its installation is the final component of my writing room. I adore being in the space. I walk in instantly feel calm and inspired at the same time. Can't wait to put in some serious writing time in here.

Blair finished the bookshelves this weekend and as soon as the paint was dry I was loading them up with books. The second shelf from the top now houses my COMPLETE Stephen King collection. As these are not insubstantial books, I asked Blair as I was stacking them if the shelf could bear the weight. 

"Sure," he said. "I don't see why not."

He was silent as he watched me load more and more books on the shelf. "You know," he finally said, "Your guess is as good as mine on the weight. All I ever took was a 9th grade shop class." 

So far, so good. Click to enlarge