She fell in love with the drummer, another then another

One thing I love about being a freelance journalist is the ability to manipulate my schedule (most of the time, anyway). So, when I woke up to a Cinderella-esque theme with bluebirds singing outside my window and sunlight pouncing on the hardwood floor in our bedroom, I naturally decided I'd take the day off. (It also helps that I'll be working on Saturday - aka covering the Final Four tournament shenanigans.)

Oh how I adore an open day in the middle of the week. I convinced David to come to the gym with me today, where we played racquetball for a good 30-40 minutes. It's been a while since I've played -- seriously...best workout ever. I was the kind of sweaty that a lady shouldn't be.

Anyway, I also pleaded for David to come with me to the Eagle Creek area (NW side of town) to pick up a bike I found on Craigslist that was made for me. I really think it was made for me. It's a 1965 model, pink/white Schwinn with a little bell. Oi! I don't know if I want to fix it up a bit or leave it a little rustic. There's a certain charm to it as is. Decisions, decisions. Anyway...I'll post pictures later.

Speaking of fixer-uppers, though, I finally decided to treat myself to a shopping spree at Traderbaker's Flea market in Franklin. That's my favorite flea market ever. Ever. I always find great stuff there, and this time was no different. My favorite find was an older mirror that was a steal at $24.50. Here's the before shot:

As you can see from the photo, I decided to do a little re-painting. The finished product is lovely, lovely, lovely! ^o^


I shabbied it up a bit, too. Then hung it in the bedroom. PS. those pumps are retro finds, as well...but from a shopping trip long, long ago.


Uh...adorable, right? I feel slightly bad for David (it's kind of a girly blue/green hue), but I think he's used to my colorful ways.

Here are a few of my other wonderfully vintage finds:


A vintage kitchen scale ($10)...eeps! Here's the "behind" shot (it has a nice behind, eh?):




I think I'm going to use this old spice tin as a mini flower-holder.


Retro kitchen bowl. $2.50


Each of these books was a modest $1. They're from the late 1800s, early 1900s. My favorite is the one on the bottom, entitled, "The Sexual Life" and published in 1929. A random excerpt I literally just turned to (the entire book is this way):

"The female bust has always been considered one of the great feminine charms and its development to a proper degree of convexity adds much to a woman's shapeliness."


And because I obviously like taking pictures of myself.


Another retro bowl...I think I'm going to house fresh berries in this one! Also $2.50


Pretty old frame. I was hoping I'd be able to replace the photo, but the picture was glued to it. Not sure what I'm going to do with this, now. Time will tell...


This was another fixer-upper. Originally it was a horrid, sun-stained yellow. A bit grimy, too. But for $1 I decided to take it into my care. Goguma prefers its spiffy version, I think. :D

That's all for now. Upcoming blog updates include a photo spread from the new Flying Cupcake on Mass Ave, the new bike and...who knows.

This is me blowing you a kiss,
Wendy

And everybody wants a hand, but I'm too busy holding up the world

Holy month of March. I can't believe that it's already March 24th. I mean, seriously people, who pushed the fast forward button? I thought it was still February until this morning when I turned my head, glanced at my cute calendar and did a little spazzy freak out! My, my my...how time flies.

The past week I've been waiting for the flowers to bloom and enjoying spring temperatures. A few days ago I ventured outside and cut a few pretty yellow babies. I think they look lovely in this jar:

Anyway, last Wednesday was St. Patrick's day. Now, I'm going to be very honest here: I typically do not celebrate St. Patty's day. Every other year I've forgotten to wear green and haven't paid attention to March 17th. This year, however, was a bit different. David and I were invited to a fun party (that we've been planning to attend since last St. Patrick's day when we heard raves) at our new friend, Bobby Sponsel's house. He lives in Irvington, too. In fact, that fellow grew up in Indy's East side neighborhood and loves it here. When I lived with Amy a few summers ago he and his girlfriend moved into the bright orange house across the street:

Since then, I've been dying to go inside. So a few weeks ago he gave us a tour. Um...amazing. I can't believe this 24-year-old guy (hey, that's my age!) and his 22-year-old girlfriend have purchased and flipped (in the process of flipping, rather) this old, old abode. It definitely needed it since it used to be four apartments! I took a few pictures. I'm hoping to get some more later.


Living room


Entryway/staircase



One dining area (there are several).

Anyway, as I was saying. They held a fun, Irish party that started at 7 a.m. Yes. 7. In the morning. David and I were up and roaring to go. After the parade downtown, we all ventured to the Golden Ace (Indianapolis' oldest Irish pub). Pics from the day:

(In Bobby/Stephanie's back yard)


On our way to the Golden Ace (literally 5 minutes driving distance away), we had to make a stop because the driver's tire was on fire. hahahaha. Prime opportunity for a Church's Chicken pose?


Finally, happy to be at Golden Ace. The weather was more than perfect.


David and Chris


David, Chris and Bryce (handsome Goshen clan)


I found a goat. Aww


Performance by Derek Warfield and the Young Wolfe Tones


Green hair.


Dog with tie.

And then there was lots and lots of socializing/dancing/having fun:



David looks genuinely confused about why he's holding two drinks (one was mine...I snuck wine in).


"The gang:" Amy, David, Me, Chris, Bryce, Aubrey









Ti-say-oh. (Finishee, in Korean).
Wendy City

Everybody else's dreams are Freudian clues

Oi! That's how you say 'ello in Portuguese, which, by the way, is only spoken in two countries. Can you guess what they are? (Brazil and Portugal, friends)! ^0^

Anyhow, I'm beside myself with happiness this week. Miss Mother Nature has blessed me with sunshine, chirping birdies and weather that doesn't require several dozen layers of clothing. I even went out and purchased a few really cute pare of shoes and a spring-inspired dress! Pics? Okay:

They're irresistible items, right? :p

I also helped myself to these:

Anyway, I also went in for a trim at Savvy in Broadripple. My poor hair was in major need of some texture and defrazzled ends. I was very pleased with the final look!

Woo! :D

AND...right after I returned from the salon, I was informed that David, Amy and Y were going to Rock Cola Cafe, a 50s diner on the East side of Indianapolis (maybe 10 minutes from our apartment). I've always meant to stop in, but just never found the chance. Anyway...we indulged in some delicious food and sultry scenery. How could I not snap a few pics? Enjoy:

sweet ride!


How amazing is that ceiling? Please!


Classic menu.


Root beer float, anyone? This was Amy's and I didn't work up the courage to steal a taste. Made my mouth water nonetheless.


Spot the floating plate. PS. That is one giant pork chop sandwich.


David and I shared this tantalizing concoction.


Quaint!


!!


Dead.


It's a tiny establishment, but cozier than any place you've ever been! :D


Hit the target, mate.

I'll leave you with this last photo. It's one that I can hardly comprehend. Why? Because it's a picture of a lady bug! I can't believe I saw a lady bug this week! My life is truly, undeniably perfect.

Tchau!
Wendy City
(your secret admirer)

she kept spiders in her pocket

Hello, hello, hello! This is a very brief update. As some of you wonderful readers know, I have an unyielding passion for dessert photography. Tuesday, on my way to a photo shoot-out for NUVO Newsweekly, I stopped by Roll With It bakery, a new bakery in Irvington.

For anyone in town, I recommend it whole-heartedly. There are so many inexpensive treats and the bread is fabulous. Anyway, as a sweets lover, I purchased a few blondies and mini-brownies for David and myself. They were priced at a modest .50cents each, and well worth it, too! ^o^

Pictures for your taste buds to salivate over:








And, since I'm at it, I figured I'd dig around for some pictures I took while living in South Korea (seems like ages ago, by the way). I purchased this cupcake not to eat. The soul reason for buying it was for picture-related purposes. Once you get a glimpse, you'll know why. :P It's from the bakery down the street from our old place and David devoured it after I was finished snapping away.











I hope this inspired you to grab something delectable. ^b^

Wendy City