hair

So... this might look vaguely familiar...haha. I've sat down and reread the auto-posts that happened when I was at Providence drugged up. I was posting because I realized while in the shower one day, I was out of control. After hearing Mr. Bnab moan and groan about his shower overflowing with girl products because BB owns alot, I realized I couldn't throw stones as MINE was seriously out of control. Which lead me to wonder, which products I use, which I dont, and WHY IN THE WORLD DO I HAVE THAT?
Oh, Emergencee! From all the hair escapades. everyone needs a bottle on standby. Because say you decide to not tell your hair stylist that you are wanting blonde highlights. and you decide he'd only disagree, smack you on the head and call you an idiot. So you think to put your own in. And you do. And you have orange streaks running through your hair like a Clemson fan on crack(boooo clemson... hahahaha. Love you my little Clemsonites!) and then you decide you can fix it. And you wash it out. Over and over and over again. And you even buy the below, nuetragena cleanser and purifier that smells like tires gone bad. And nothing works and you then decide, DYE IT BROWN! and then when you dye it you suddenly have stripper blonde streaks running through your hair and ONLY HALF OF IT TURNED BROWN AND THE OTHER HALF IS BLONDER THAN WHEN YOU STARTED AND YOU"RE NOW SPORTING A SKUNK LOOK,. Thats when you say FML and go buy Emgergencee. Well, when your scalp hurts and your hair just falls out. Then you buy this little overpriced bottle of micracle junk. Because when your hair guy sees what you did....

Lol. He gets REALLY mad. I also hid from him for 2 months post disaster and used DOVE every single day in hopes of restoring a little softness. it worked. A little. But he defiantly knew what i had done and just gave me a look. Have I told you how blessed I am to have found an amazing hair man to go to? be jealous. and if you live in Columbia and are super nice, I might maybe give you his name.

And this stuff. Infusium 23. It worked for the first two washings...then nothing.

Oh...the junk I have. And yes, thats two bottles of barbie bubble bath. I mean. Hello, i have a big soaking tub, I need bubbles... And oh the product I have...oy

Barbie makes a bad day better.

Coconut milk stuff. First off all, i dont know what I was thinking. I break out around this stuff and it makes me cranky but it smelled divine. I've used it once and by the time i got it rinsed off my burning hands my scalp started hurting. Perhaps this will not be repurchased, merely because I can't use it without pain.

Umberto. Now. I love. And I can get it at Target. I used the detangler and straightening spray first which is what sold me on his shampoo. And I bought the conditioner...but it's weird. It smells pretty funky but loses any smell after you rinse so its ok. But, the conditioner states you are NOT to leave it on for more than a minute and rinse immediatly. Which is a little scary. And when you have thick hair, you barely get a third of your head conditioned prior to rinse off time. Not in love with it...not hating it enough to throw it away, either.

ULTA! I've reordered these gems twice. I go through them and just reorder these two smoothies as soon as I get low. Appletini (the dogs bathing preference. Yes. She gets appletini Ulta when she gets a bath) and strawberry. Smells so good. And houseguests who come like my two choices. including one in particular who bathed at 6 in the morning after a night out and woke up rambling about her smelling of appletinis and strawberries...hahaha.

oh. And my NO7 facewash clothes. I would die without these I am sure. i would. Tragic. I tote these around with me, in fact theres a pack in my purse. I adore them. go buy them if you dont have a favorite face wipe/make up remover. You will once you use it

and then...theres Rusk. I was led to Rusk by Ben's Mom (ben's a massive bulldog btw) and she swore by it so I tried it out. They smell heavenly. I would snort them if it was socially acceptable. Alas, it is not. Nor is it healthy I would imagine. So instead I douse myself in shampoo and conditioner and then lament that it's 10$ a bottle because Im too lazy to go brave TJMAXX and find the pair for 5$each.

It's a good thing I have a big shower. I have alot of junk, no?

Le Hospital

So. Some of the photos are turned the wrong way. Whoops. Cell phone photos. Whatcha gonna do. Just turn your head around in a circle and squint. All will be better? Haha! So. Here's some "fun" snaps of my week spent trekking between ER and hospital room 414 where I got to spend a 3 day/2 night vacation. Next time, I'll opt for getting out of Columbia for vacation...

The first room I was thrown back into at the not-nice hospital. Where my stand in parents, BB and Mr. Bnab hunkered down with me and folded my clothes and put my Coachy within eye seeing vision. I get nervous when my Coachies go MIA. I'm like a Mother looking for her baby chicks when it comes to my babies...hahaa.

So view from the first hospital bed on Monday night, about 10pm.

My view from my fabulous awesome bed in room 414 after I was finally admitted, having spent 12 hours across town with BB and Mr. Bnab, I got sent to the Surgery Center for an emergency consult and then chauffeured back home to pack a bag (ok. Not everyone wanted me to go home, and i was almost unable to stand up, but I needed a bath and to wash my hair....and pack my massive green Coachie full of hospital things...) and then back to the awesome hospital where I checked in and met my awesome nurses, Wayne and Jocelyn who came bearing Morphine every time i pushed the little button. And I got lots of flowers so I pretty much, moved in. Kate Spade makeup bag unloaded in the bathroom, green Coachie unpacked in the closet, flowers put up on the shelves. All is was lovely.
Oh. My toes. You'd think, random photo right? Nope. This was back at the horrid hospital that discharged me thinking nothing was wrong...where i got admitted about 7 hours later after going home and trying to sleep through the pain as told by the discharging Er..jerks. Well my toes. I ended up having Nurse Mom in town Tuesday to help Mr. Bnab and BB help me out. Nurse Mom came to town and I moaned and groaned about my chipped pink toes need for a pedicure to the surgeon, anesteigologist and both nurses she finally gave up and painted my toes for me.

It shushed me for a while. But really, when you go into surgery I know you shouldn't be worried about your pink toes...but still. They're looking at you and if you're not shlacked and polished...they might notice. I could be the most ridiculous hospital patient, ever...Thank goodness for Nurse Mom putting up with me...
Ohhh more flowers delivered to my room. I got so excited. Anytime I was wheeled out (oh yes. wheel chaired around the hospital is one way to meet everyone.) for tests like my CT and my blood testy thingy I came back to a fresh flower delivery!!! Mr. Bnab got me settled in the hospital and left me with the nurses, morphine and Nurse Mom to get settled into my room and went to grab a bite and returned with my first arrangement which had a beautiful silk butterfly attached. Aw!!! I was so excited, even through the morphine haze.
My hospital bed. I got to be quite the pro at maneuvering that bed into all kinds of crazy ups/downs/inflate/deflate settings. The things you'll learn to stay comfortable. And how awesome is it that the speakers are on the bed rails so you have surround sound? And the nurse button,tv remote and lights all are controlled from my bed too. Awesome. I was impressed.

I also happened to get the worlds softest blanket ever. I was in love with it and Nurse Mom informed me that stealing a blanket from the hospital was a new low. So I didn't take it. But I wanted too... I wish I could have zoomed. My nurse Wayne wrote on the board for me and even marked the clock so I'd know when his shift started. And the sign, which we decided needed to belong in BB's bedroom, it said, Don't Fall Call!!! or something like that. But it was funny. And considering BB busted her head open 2 weeks ago, it was most appropriate. But no, we didn't take it either. Lame, I know.
My shelves filling up. I pretty much moved in huh?
Nurse mom arranging my desk. Day 3 I decided I was brave enough to get on my Lappy. Ten minutes in I gave up and went back to bed.
More flowers!!!!! Yay!!!
IV in the right hand. Ugh.
I had more tubes coming out of me than a car. and they glowed. Which was nice, in the night when they came to give me new meds and such.They didn't have to turn my room light on and wake me and Nurse Mom. Who moved into the hospital with me and slept over with me. Bless her heart. Mr. Bnab practically moved in too, but he was sent home after visiting hours were over.And that's the iv in my other hand. Let me tell you how fun it is to be hooked up to wires on both sides dripping into you. sometimes you forget and the tug on your bruised hand/arm reminds you to freeze!! or risk pulling something out!!! after a day, I got the hang of it.
My bed. And pashmina that was a blanket. Fabulous. I had quite the setup. bedside table and pillow in reaching distance
I can't figure out what "design" the gown had on it. It's like a water wheel, but not? I dont know. The nurse techs were super sweet though. They helped me get into to and continued to call things Couture all week to get me to agree to it. I only fell for it while drugged...hahah
My rogue ginger ale. Pat the nurse tech snuck it in when he caught me trying to bribe people to eat my broth and jello (oh hospital food- horrible as usual. Worse when you're on a liquid diet...) and tried to make me feel better, Best ginger ale ever. EVER.
This was dubbed Frankenstein. It was attached to my left arm. and followed me around. To the bathroom, while sleeping, when I talked nurse mom into taking me for a spin around the 4th floor nurses station. Oh yes. It beeped,gurgled and told on me when I forgot to plug it in because I was up for too long. We bonded.
More flowers at home!!! Aww!!!Im currently living on our couch. I don't go too far.

Some of my flowers on the mantle. Prrrrrrrrrrrrrretty.
Oh!! The ET phone home heart rate monitor. Fun times.

My daytime nurse now that im at home.She sits with me on the Couch watching Royal Pains and House (ironic choice in shows...) and we sleep, eat lime jello and check our email as the days go by. Im on day 7 of this. In 7 more days I have a checkup with my super adorable surgeon so I'll be Healed by then. Heres hoping. But until then, me and Bella Boo are posted on the couch hanging out recovering.


Balloons!!! I got Balloons too!!!!! Mr. EMT and BB went and got me balloons. One has a giant bandaid on it. Sooo cute. Ballooons and flowers help the healing process. I promise, they do.
And finally. ChiChi is making sure I eat my applesauce and liquids and I don't cheat and try to eat, oh I don't know... A PIMENTO CHEESE AND FRIED GREEN TOMATO BLT FROM PAWLEYS... geez. Im so hungry. So far, jello-applesauce-pudding-mashedpotatos are all im eating. Yay. I can't wait to go get a sandwich. All this Belle wants is a sandwich.

Luckily, I've have amazing friends who dropped everything for me and took care of me and made sure I was ok no matter what. And my Mom played superman and rushed in and slept in a chair for 3 days, bless her heart. I am so grateful for everyone. I love them all. My friends who called/sent flowers/texted to check on me. Love them. And all my friends who came to check on me, even if they had been in PA and were on their way and showed up to help the entorage get home. And my lovlies who came and hung out with me way past visiting hours (thanks Wayne for being awesome!!) and all my lovlies whove come to hang out with me at the house bringing me books, crossword puzzles, movies and milkshakes. and my Roomies who have nursed me and catered to me. I love you all. MWAH.

A mind of it's own

My lovelies. My blog has been auto posting pictures but no words because sadly, I checked into lala land on Monday when due to a problem I suddenly had and ended up having surgery Wednesday. Ridiculous right? So. With the aid of Dr. Josh whose turned our kitchen into command central now that I've been discharged and these lovely little white pills that make everything fuzzy and warm, i'll be trying to redo my autoposted blogs and fill in what those pictures were all about. And then I'll post my hospital blog because I did manage to sneak a few photos-post surgery- of my super swank corner room I ended up with (thank you job with amazing insurance thank you) and the pics i took while flying high as a kite. As my mother so sweetly put it. Oh, and my visitors all came and loved on me and the staff were lovely so i was treated fabulously. And thankfully, the hospital my surgeon and the nursing staff were all angels and amazing to me and my friends. They even let my first night visitors stay as long as they wanted even though strict visiting hours were imposed. So, good news. Im home, recovering, my friends and family loaded me up with massive amounts of flowers, my doctors Josh and Calamas are out getting me lime jello to live off of ( i developed a strange and sick attachment to it during my 3 day 2 night "vacation". ) and all is better. Ok. That's all for now. Hopefully I can get this thing updated and fixed. I have another week off work because my lovely bosses insisted I stay home drugged and get better (plus, i dont think they wanted to turn me loose on lawyers in my not-so-sane state of mind yet and are hoping dr. josh will ween me off the pills soon! haha.

Love and hugs and kisses!
The Belle

Heaven.On.A.Plate

Yummy. Yum. Yummy.

The Belle had lunch at the (somewhat) recently opened "restaurant with a bar in 5points, not a bar with food in 5 points" as the owners recent interview in the free times states, Pawley's Front Porch.


And heaven it was. Joining Mr. Bnab and Ms. Clemsonite who came down for the evening, the Belle enjoyed an early afternoon lunch at what is now possibly her favorite place.Ever.Ever.

Theres a huge "front porch" attached to the front of the restaurant facing five points with big flat screens and...wait for it...misters for the summer time. Hello, thank you. Choosing to sit inside yesterday as we are in the midst of July in South Carolina, the group o three walked in and were taken to a massive corner booth underneath a hanging piece of driftwood. It was a very coastal feel. The Belle felt at home then and when she perused the menu and discovered a Beaufort burger. Hooray!

Pawley's is def. a laid back, southern eatery. I adored the chalk board on the sidewalk proclaiming happy hour specials as well inside on the walls. written up with specials and tastes of the day. Yum. And pink chalk-adorable.
Oh. and there's Trivia on Tuesdays. Hooray. New fun times.
The trio had to start with something, as two of the three had been there on a prior occasion and were eager to share there excitement. So...fried pickles won out. omg. I die. And yes, we did compare them to Hooters. Don't laugh. Hooters fried pickles are the best.thing.ever. However, Pawleys totally took the cake. Amazing. Amazing. Gah, I love being from the south. things like this are normal and delicious here.
i couldn't sneak a pic of most of the rest. without being a total creeper so I didn't get any really neat shots. But wood floors and brick walls and lots of Southern memorabilia placed around the room made it a fabulous place to just go hang out. In fact, midway through lunch the Belle had already gotten intouch with her friend we'll call...Little Miss PR girl and set up a cocktail date. Surprisingly enough, Tuesday was the agreed upon day...Coincidence that trivia is happening then? I think not... This photo reminded me of home a little. It looks like Beaufort no?



And my burger. The Wadmalaw. All the burgers can be done either with chicken or beef. And they're all named after South Carolina cities. The Beaufort and the Fripp were of course looked over first as they're part of the Belle's life, but she settled on this little plate o delish. Spicy bbq sauce, cheddar, fried pickles(oh yes. on the burger too), applewood bacon and fresh tomato's. OMG. heaven. And the fries...sooo good.
I cut it up in pieces hoping to trick myself into eating it all. Itdidn't work. I got about half the burger and maybe 10 fries in before fearing death. Thanks to go boxes (even though I forget it in the car for a few hours while shopping and then thought I might die once more of the overwhelming smell...yikes!)
Mr. Bnab got Mahi Mahi Fish Tacos and said they were super spicy. I wouldn't know. The Belle won't touch seafood. Anything. Even having grown up in the lowcountry and having lived in Florida. No seafood. Nothing. I steered clear of forking anything on his plate. But it was really colorful and bright?

Ms. Clemsonite however, won. Hands down. In fact, Idreamed of her sandwich last night and can't wait to get back and order one myself. After see so awesomely cut the Belle some of her sandwich (where the Belle pretty much drooled over her heavenly plate) the Belle experienced Heaven on her tongue.

It was a BLT. But not your run of the mill BLT. Again, thick applewood bacon. crispy lettuce and green tomato. Yum. Now for the What Makes It So Freaking Amazing Part. It was slathered in Pimento Cheese that had a good kick AND was topped by a massive fried green tomato.

Oh yes my friends. I die. (again). So great. I didn't try any of her sweet potato fries but she said they too were awesome.





No room for dessert so we didn't even look at a menu, but I now have a new go to spot. Looking for the Belle? Check Pawley's. If it's a Tuesday say around 8, also, check Pawley's.

Hooray. I love new fun places. And fried green tomato's on my entree. What more could you ask for,really?

A Charming New Development

The Belle bought a BumpIt. Much to the chagrin and distaste of most of her friends, she purchased her BumpIt proudly at Target last night. Proof that Target is awesome.
And so what if the Belle already has Massive, Texas Beauty Queen Approved hair. The Bigger the Better. I oft think Im the long lost daughter of Dolly Parton. I'm still a little terrified of how big my hair is going to be, so I've yet to pull out the bumpit and teasing comb, but I am staring at it longingly.



Hooray!!!


BumpIt Rocks It.

My friends might be vacationing in Cancun but I'm shopping.

Im unstoppable lately. And soon, my bank is going to personally confiscate all of my plastic I own in a prevention measure. HAHA.

but how cute is this. i couldn't pass it up...and can you blame me!?!?


I know. I know. I don't really NEEEEEEED an apron, but I was able to justify buying it along with two strands of MASSIVE pearls (one pink, one metallicly black/gray. both on ribbon with big bows!squeee!)from Target (on SALE!)Saturday night. Whatever.
I'm just preparing myself for my 50's housewife I'm morphing into. Perhaps I should start watching MadMen.

Show Us Where You Live Friday

I always forget about the Friday thing-a-ma-wahba at Kelly's. (Is that close enough for you to sound it out?? haha)

Save adding an Ottoman covered in the same fabric (ruffles on the bottom. adorable) and sliding it next to my bed, and a jewerly armorie in the left corner next to my bed Mr. Bnab snagged up for me on Black Friday last year, my rooms the same.

The only major change was my closet office, which has been a wonderful addition and the MOCKERS i call friends actually all agree Plus Im pretty organized in there, and my bags are all proudly displayed and easily snagged. No more digging around the shelves for a missing bag.

Although, with moving right around the corner...i think I might keep it the same? I really do love my room and it's the perfect mesh between feminine and adult-ish. Ha. Oh wells. I do adore blue and brown, and am so sad my walls at the new place can't be painted that same shade. I mean, it really did pull the room together. And with a gift from the Belle's mom this past Christmas, I was inspired to put something on the giant empty wall. She gifted me the big black photo frame in the middle filled with childhood pictures of moi, all black and white. After staring at myself for a week, I decided to leave my favorite pictures (me with pagent hair as a 2year old, eating dirt out of a Country Crock butter tub, with my mothers good silverware. And me in Las Vegas strutting my stuff at age 4 (ha), ) I took out the rest and added them to my baby book she gifted me with and filled that frame and five others (from Walmart-2$ each! Not as nice as Mother Belle's heavy wood frame but still, fit the bill) and I black and white copied all my favorite memories of friends and family and stuck them up there. I was actually impressed, it looks great.

And my favorite Cinderella Quote picture
I have has since been relocated to the bathroom above the guest sink. I love it there. With the chair and the lamp in the corner, it was too much, so now it's a fabulous reminder for anyone in my bathroom, that Shoes Really Do Change A Girls Life...