I bought a wedding dress today. This will be my third, sigh. I’ve returned one and I’m in the process of returning the other two. It’s been stressful for me to find something that I’m supposed to love, love, love so much.
I settled on a really simple sweetheart neck line chiffon gown from BCBG that will float in the breeze on the beach. Once I lose 10 lbs I will really, really like it. But truthfully, I think I’m just not one of those “Say yes to the dress” chicks. Which is weird because I love clothes and have since I was 4 years old.
Anyway . . . after my stressful shopping trip I tried to make them again (French Macrons). I could stare at fluffy, pink meringue all day. I have a weird obsession with these little French cookies.
Here is me checking the the kitchen timer (a gazillion times) because I was afraid of over whipping the egg whites again, which would result in this.
You will have to come back tomorrow to see if they made it out of the oven alive this time.
Honey napped ALL DAY. She was tired from doggie daycare and happy. Check her out on the pillow and everything. She didn’t even look up when I took her photo.
. . . 5 more days until the weekend.