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La mode: I’m tired, full and sunburned. If that doesn’t sound like the Monday after a great weekend, I don’t know what to tell you. My 10 year old sister Jenny stayed with us this weekend, which is always a great excuse to do fun, kid-friendly activities.
Blouse: Loft; shorts: Loft; hoops: Target; wedges: Old Navy
I learned a few things over the weekend. One, it is impossible for me to score over 80 in more than one bowling game. (I think my ball had some sort of magnetic attraction to the gutter.) Two, those Reese’s Minis are good. Three, my shoulders sunburn like crazy even after two applications of SPF 55, but my legs stay as white as a marshmallow. But since it’s eighty six million degrees outside, I’m baring them anyway.
La nourriture: Speaking of excessive heat, it nearly killed my dinner last night. Remember the beautiful basil I showed you Tuesday? Well when I stepped outside yesterday afternoon, it looked like a sad, shriveled version of its former flourishing self. However, the problem was solved (magically, it seemed) by taking it inside. It turns out that basil hates the ridiculous heat wave we’re having as much as everyone else.
With the rescued basil, I made the Pioneer Woman’s Pasta with Pesto Cream Sauce. Pasta and pesto with the addition of butter and cream? Tell me how that could be bad. Actually don't, because it was awesome.