[A May weekend in 10 photos.]

1. & 4. Spent part of Saturday afternoon at a fun festival at the National Cathedral. Was dying to ride the carousel, but didn't have a child to accompany me. Failed to realize until later that my height would have allowed me to pose as someone else's child.
2. & 3. Two of about 53248 photos of us trying on ridiculous hats (shoutout to bff Lauren, who visited DC for the weekend!). Hats may or may not have inspired the idea to throw a tea party, coming soon to a living room near you.

5. Candles in the National Cathedral. Light one for me, won't you please?

6. Spotted: neighborhood church sign promoting #churchtweets. Well, okay, if I must...

7. Belated birthday prezzies from Lauren! Basically, if you could assemble a still life of Milan, this would be it. Magnolia cupcakes, Laduree macarons, New York photography, and a Star Wars moleskin...it's like she knows me or something. 

8. Go out. Meet pretty boys. Receive roses. Become twitterpated. Next day brunch. Still twitterpated. Weekend ends. Boys -> Iceland. Girls -> normal life. check check check
9. My Seis de Mayo dinner party. Because celebrating Cinco de Mayo on the 5th is so 1862.
10. Making Mexican wedding cookies. Celebrating Mexican-ness and subtly promoting marriage? Done and done, thank you very much.

[Valentine.]

{Early morning break-in. Box of presents outside my bedroom door. Cupcakes. Red roses. Pink tutu. Sparkly tiara. Rosies for the roomies, too. Impressed.}

{Cupcake for breakfast. Cupcake for midnight.}

{Red skirt. Pink blouse. Fuschia coat. And gold, of course gold.} 

{"FYI, I treat Valentine's Day like St. Patrick's Day. And you're not wearing pink or red..." *pinch* <-- Me. To everyone. NOT obnoxious at all.}

{Surprise flowers delivered to work. Huge surprise. Office spectacle. Smiling girl.}

{Darth Vader candy dispenser. Best friend. May the force of love be with you.}

{Film festival. Wendy for Wife. Seriously. I'm looking at you, sir.}
{Tiara and tutu and wand. Twirling. Princessing. New favorite.}
{Favorite holiday. Still. Still!}

[Midnight cupcake.]

Nothing wrong with a black & gold cupcake for breakfast and a pink & red cupcake at midnight. Thank you to the one who was thoughtful enough to gift me these. I was a spoiled little girl today, that's for sure. A blissful sugar coma awaits me tonight.

But until then...Valentine's Day is over in DC, but not in Chicago and all that lies west of there, which is good enough for me. So, a cupcake in bed and a midnight movie. This is what one does at times like these, you know.

[Just a little date.]

[baked and wired.]

If you haven't yet had treats from Baked and Wired, go go GO! I basically can't toodle around Georgetown without stopping here and grabbing a cupcake or cookie (or both, let's be honest...).

Plus, there's a fun chalkboard wall, perfect backdrop for photoshoots of boyfriends and shoesies.

[And then I dropped my iPhone in chocolate frosting.]

This week I went to a cupcake decorating class with Steph. Though my life is complete now that I know how to make a rubber ducky cupcake, the apple was my favorite as it hit some pretty key items on my favorite things list: sweet, red & sparkly. They're all pretty fun to make though, so if you ask me extra extra nicely and tell me that I'm pretty, I'll make you a dozen of any of these fun cupcakes.

[went to new york. took some pictures of cupcakes. the usual.]

1. Magnolia cupcakes, obviously a staple of any New York weekend.
2. This may be the creepiest picture I've ever taken, but it was also strategic. You'll never guess what was behind the cupcake.
3. Look who I bumped into in New York! My sister! Weird...
4. Aftermath of a Cafe Lalo session with Lauren. (Plates' contents were inhaled too quickly to be photographed.)

tombstones and ghosts.

So if you know me at all, you know that I'm a little obsessed with cemeteries. I've loved them ever since I was a little girl, visiting old 17th century graveyards on my family's yearly Cape Cod vacations. I've gone on dates to cemeteries, and I always make it a point to find the coolest, oldest cemeteries when I go on vacation or visit a new town. Luckily, this bizarre fascination of mine hasn't creepily infiltrated other aspects of my life, but this Halloween was the perfect excuse to play it up a little. My roommates and I invited a few friends over to celebrate the holiday, and I volunteered to make dessert (because obviously the only things I can cook are grilled cheese and eggs, neither of which would be apropriate for a Halloween lunch). I'm clearly no Martha, but I was happy with how my little cemetery cake and cupcakes turned out.

bonus points if you know what "QEPD" means.