Ever since I moved here, I have been planning my birthday. To refresh your memory, I moved here in mid-December. My birthday is in late September, for those of you who don't know how to work a calendar. Moral of the story: I have been planning my birthday for nine months. I knew I wanted to go to Woodberry, and hoped against hope I would know someone by now who would want to go with me. 9-month-old wish: granted!
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| I guess I was going for a sort of Margot Frank look? Feel free to note how my nail color matches my lip color. Thanks. |
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| I tried to get a shot of my new watch in this one, and also the toilet paper roll. |
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| I am obsessed with this picture. I want it tattooed on me. I think JPM looks like an old timey movie star! |
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| Tiny biscuits |
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| Cornbread in charming pan |
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| This soup tasted like New England, according to those who know. |
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| Gingham napkin. Le cute. |
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| Scallops |
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| Pork |
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| I ordered the CMP and just now, upon looking at this picture, realized it had malt ice cream. No wonder it didn't taste like vanilla. |
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| Yum. |
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| It is pictures like this which make me realize I should never make this face. |
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| Go shorty, it's my birthday! |
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| My Draper boyfriend. |
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| This beautiful place |
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| Dear Woodberry Kitchen, be my home. |
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| I am such a sucker for vignettes like this. |
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| I bet you're glad I took more pictures of myself in a bathroom mirror! |
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| I found this to be real quaint. |
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| Bye Woodberry, you're the best! |
1 comments:
hey mari! I'm sorry I missed your birthday - so...happy very belate birthday girl! I love your hair!
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