Me time + Cupcakes

I had the most marvelous weekend in a long time.

I didn't really do anything per se but I had a wonderful time doing not doing anything. And doing it alone, to boot!

I've never lived with anyone before. It doesn't (well, didn't) really appeal to my independent nature...sure there have been times my friends have crashed on my couch for a month or so but it wasn't a long-term thing so I was able to cope. Oh and I guess when I lived in New Zealand, I was sharing a dorm/apartment for a year, which counts for something but STILL...it's college.

Anyhoo, my boyfriend...lovely, lovely boyfriend...and I have been living in my tiny430 sq. foot apartment for FOUR months now! I'm actually suprised at how quickly time has flown by and how living with him has not been a chore at all.

I mean, before he moved in, I had lived in my place for two years and the size was starting to get to ME. So I thought there was no way I could survive sharing it with someone else.

But you know what? Aside from the occasional fight which maybe happens once a month, things have been great. No, it's not ideal and YES we are looking forward to buying our own place in the next few months (I own my tiny place and would sell it right now but that won't happen thanks to the market). But it's really not that bad.

None of his friends can believe we have been able to just be OK - nay, be great - with sharing the space but it might have a lot to do with the fact that he is easy-going, I am easy-going (most of the time) and we honestly enjoy each other's company. He doesn't get in my way, I don't get in his way. It's golden.

But when I was invited to some fundraiser at a bar in our hometown (where our parents live) this weekend, I promptly declined.

I haven't been drinking this month (ignoring Disneyland) and don't plan on it till Feb 1st. Not a drop has passed my lips and my wallet is fatter for it. But anyhoo, though I survived a session at the bar last week by drinking Virgin Ceasers and Diet Cokes all night, I knew I would not survive the hometown bar sober. Nor did I really feel like going out until I've lost some flab. So I bowed out and told my bf he should go but I'm staying home. And then I bowed out of Sunday Dinner, which we have at his parents. No point me driving out there alone to eat their food.

And such I discovered that I had a whole Saturday and Sunday to myself.

I went jogging in the mornings, (going to start keeping a blogging record of my runs, btw, more on that later), I cleaned the bathroom really well. I took pics of my clothes to put on Ebay. I dusted. I ordered a sushi feast. I got my hair toned (too brassy again) and slightly banged. I ate a red velvet cupcake for breakfast. I met Robyn for lunch. I bought some groceries. Bought a emerald green silk Marciano skirt for $30 *marked down from $128*. I went through old photos on my old computer. I watched the Sex and the City movie (is it just me or did that movie get even LONGER the second time around? Longer and still left me angry at the end. Stupid Carrie). I made countless cups of Chai Tea. I lounged. I lazed. I bought new handsoap (Caldera Lavendar Pine). I felt like me again.

And when the bf came home on Sunday night, I gladly settled for a night of snuggly and getting caught up on Lost Season 2 (we had to go back to the beginning because he hadn't seen it).

Awesome ruby red of Starbucks Red Velvet Cupcake

Sundaze: Forever 21 coat, F21 dress, Emilio Cavallini tights, Fair Lady flats, ASOS necklace, Rafe Ostrich Leather + Canvas bag

Marciano: Trying on my Marciano silk (with stretch) skirt, ASOS recycled leather bow belt

Le toned hair: looks dark at first but the violet will fade to bright blonde in a wash or two. The cut is the same, just a bit of bang to the side...she just straightens the hell out of it!