Didja have one too many pops last night? I did on Friday night. And by “too many,” I mean 2.5, because I have the tolerance of an 8th grader. I also hurled myself head-first into a bowl of chips & salsa at Casa Machado, which didn’t help. But what does always help me the morning after is throwing some earthy goodness into the juicer and putting some nutrients back in my system. This is actually what I drink as soon as I get up every day – it just comes in *extra* handy on the weekend mornings you wake up sweating out and smelling like Sauvignon Blanc. I usually use the ingredients below, plus a fat bulb of ginger:
If you add even half of that apple or the orange, you really don’t need to add honey or anything sugary to it. I’ve tried adding spinach and kale, too, but they don’t yield a lotta juice (they might be better served in a Vitamix). Lemons are also good for detox. And so is hot yoga. And while we’re at it, couch-surfing and watching TNT 80’s movies is also a stellar way to recoup.
Happy Sunday kids!
So, while Gus and I were scooting along on a morning run the other day, I ran across this little gem on the side of the road. I spied that sucker from 2 blocks away, and didn’t even stop running – just slowed down, scooped it up, hid it in a bush, sprinted home and then came back and threw it in my hooptie. She needs a little dusting off, but isn’t she pretty?
I saw a similar vintage dime piece on Layla Grayce a few weeks ago and the ûber girlie, Granny-chic enthusiast in me let out a loud squeal. I don’t think I wanna go cream on the base (if I do, my antique aficionado of a father might disown me) – but I may just clean ‘er up some and try to do a lime wash finish… and I’m def gunning to add a pristine piece of marble to the top. Wuh-bang.
A wee piece like this is super versatile, so I don’t mind spending a little to doctor it up. Thinking for now – since the depth is so shallow (maybe 8 inches) – I can pop it under my wall-mounted TV in my itsy bitsy but adorable bedroom…
Or later, between two vanities in a bathroom.
Or, in an entryway. Or as the sweetest little nightstand. Isn’t dumpster diving fun??