OK, I know. Blogging every day in May was an epic fail. I blogged for a few days in May and then got lazy again....sorry!
We are long overdue for an update around these parts! Several weekends ago, I embarked on a trip to the mysterious land of Atlantic City for a bachelorette party for one of my closest friends, Courtney. It was a girls weekend full of shopping, drinking, and enjoying the ridiculousness that is the Jersey Shore. However, probably one of my favorite parts of the trip was the house that we stayed in.
With a large group of girls on a budget, we rented a beach house rather than going the hotel route for the weekend. The second I stepped into the house, I knew it was going to be a great weekend. The place looked like it had been decorated in 1985, and had not been touched since then. Now you have to understand, Courtney and I bonded back in ninth grade over our mutual love for all things 80s; the music, the movies, and the style. So it was only appropriate that we were staying in a house full of vintage treasures including but not limited to latch hook art, decorations straight from childrens craft kits, and knick knacks as far as the eye can see. Tchotchkes, if you will.
In fact, the house quickly was deemed La Casa de Tchocthkes.
The Memorial Day weather this year was a little disappointing and didn't lend much to enjoying the beach, but we still managed to go out and snap some glamour shots in between cuddling up in our beach towels. When the sand started pelting our faces and leaving painful marks, we decided it was time to move on.
Between spending some time with old friends and celebrating the upcoming wedding excitement, it was a great way to kick off the summer. Not to mention it made me re-think the reasons why I do not have one of these in my home...