Weekend Throwback


Last Thursday, this giant Cuban sammich and I enjoyed a rare proper lunch break on the patio of my favorite coffee shop, under the shade of an umbrella while a breeze blew, and it was perfect. {There was also a fresh chocolate chip cookie hiding in that brown bag, so consider the sundae of sunshine and quiet time cherry-topped. ;)}

For some reason — maybe it was the gingham paper paired with the bag of classic Lays? — my lunch reminded me of my Barbie hamburger stand, which I hadn’t thought about in decades, so I spent the entirety of the break Googling, ‘Barbie play sets that came with Lays potato chips,’ until I found it; and discovered it’s fetching around $200 on eBay twenty-ish years later.

Back in the day, my Barbies left the Dream House every weekend in their casual ‘play clothes’ and rolled up to the burger stand in their pink Jeep and convertible Ferraris and Cadillacs. They grabbed a seat on tomato stools (and those tiny tables that used to come in pizza boxes?) while a shirtless Ken assembled teeny plastic patties and buns in to-go containers and served them up with miniature fries, milkshakes and sodas. And I’m pretty sure he never charged.

I kind of wish my Saturday plans looked like that.

sleeping on the job

A Pretty Penny - Keira & Doak

{ working the beer tent with my right-paw man at Bark in the Park on Saturday }

Over the weekend, C and I crossed another Small Business Owner Rite of Passage  off the list: power napping at the shop between appointments.

Saturday was a blur. We got to the shop bright and early, and I handled the twenty-or-so prom corsage pick ups and a wedding consult while C delivered arrangements for two big parties across town. When the last corsage left the building — all the teenagers were on time, sweet babies — we packed the van and headed out of the county to deliver a small wedding order.

One of my favorite things about our job is discovering charming new-to-us venues for weddings and events. This time it was GiGi’s Country Garden in Plant City. I wish I’d taken photos, but we were both starving and on a super tight schedule. Also I’m terrible at taking photos of important things like cute wedding venues and my wedding designs. Oops. I did manage to Instagram a photo of the bride’s bouquet!

{And now my Aunt Cindy, loyal APP reader, is going to get me for being in her neck of the woods and not stopping by to visit…}

When a florist is in Plant City, she must stop and visit Southern Hospitality, no matter how rushed she may be, or how much her hungry husband isn’t feeling it.  It’s the mothership of ribbon, containers and accessories, and cannot be avoided.

I sprinted in for some much-needed supplies as C wearily followed behind. He refused my suggestion to pop a squat in the cozy bench swing out front, probably assuming his lingering presence would make me move faster. Safe assumption. I filled two giant bags in under 10 minutes, which I think is some kind of record that deserves recognition and chocolate.

Two Mo’s burritos as big as our heads and a 40 minute drive later, we found ourselves back at HQ with an hour to spare before we were expected in the park to volunteer for an event. I looked at C, pointed to the tiny floral loveseat that used to belong to my grandmother but now resides in the front of the flower shop, and said, “You take the couch; throw me a cushion.” He curled up — basically in the fetal position, because seriously, that couch is tiny — and I found a nearby spot on the floor a safe distance from the front windows so passerby wouldn’t peek in and think I was unconscious (or worse).

Doak curled up beside me, and the three of us passed out cold for 30 minutes.

With newly-recharged batteries, we all made our way to the park a few blocks from the shop for Bark in the Park, a fun festival for four-legged friends and their owners. C and I had the 4-6 shift at the beer tent. It’s a tough job pouring beer, but someone’s gotta do it. ;) Our friend, Lauren, came down to hang with us while C manned the kegs and Doak charmed the pants off everyone. It was a great afternoon!

Later that evening, C and I were rehashing the day over a (super late) takeout dinner, and both agreed that the power nap really saved the day. Now I’m trying to figure out a way to work one into my regular schedule.

And shopping for a bigger couch.

Sunday Best

A Pretty Penny | Sunday Best

{ LOFT sweater; Joe’s jeans cut into shorts; Cynthia Vincent snakeskin flats; Lauren Merkin bag }

Last Sunday, the spring cleaning bug bit C; he came home from the gym with my father-in-law’s pressure washer and big plans to clean the exterior of the house. While he busied himself blasting the mildew from our stucco, I threw on my old Sunday standbys headed out for some errands and shopping.

My spring weekend uniform is typically some simple variation of this: cut-offs (I made these from a pair of extra-long Joe’s I found at the Goodwill for a 10-spot) with flats, a comfy top, and a hat. For now, I’m wearing my cozy sweaters as much as I can, until the summer heat makes it impossible.

When I made my way back to our freshly washed house that afternoon, I threw a big salad together with chicken, bleu cheese and fresh Florida strawberries. Later, I swapped the sweater for a t-shirt and spent some quiet time poolside to soak up the extra hour of sunshine.

Since Sunday is our only full day off during the week, we always try to make the most of it; a successful one is equally productive and lazy with lots of good food and a good dose of quality time together.

Last weekend we nailed it.