adventures in weekending: no showers bring silk flowers

 
We shopped the flower district for some small bouquets of quality silk flowers, ate the tastiest lamb burger with Morroccan spices at an old favorite and couldn't leave the area without first scanning the thrifts for random goodies. We picked up some lidless jars for ($1 each!) for drinking, admired the assortment of colors, variety and the handsomeness of young Ronald Reagan in an old cigarette ad (or maybe that was just me?) and argued over what kind of artwork we should have in the living room (It'll take a few more tries to convince Bob that this is what we should put up on display).

The silk flowers look and feel just like the real thing...it's kind of amazing. I don't have a green thumb, so planting is out of the question and I don't feel right spending money on freshly-cut flowers every week, so silk was the answer (as opposed to those fake-looking fabric-y ones you find at the dollar store). I'm loving how they beautify the home by just sittin' pretty on the window sill. A worthy investment, if you ask me.