Remember a few weeks ago when I said I was supporting gay marriage by not buying shitty outdoor furniture? Well I think someone veeeerrrry important got the message. But not anyone in North Carolina.
So we are T-Minus 14 days until my patio party and I've been super busy. Mostly busy not doing anything patio related because there's really only so much someone can do on a concrete slab. But just in case anyone was losing sleep over the unfinished state of my concrete slab I'm here to ease your mind a bit.
Ease it with terrible pillows that I'm super in love with!
Totally dry-humpable. Which is exactly what I was probably doing the last time these pillows were in style. In other words, they're perfect for me!
Don't be fooled by that peek of bench up there - it's technically in the shape of a bench but there are no screws holding it together. I could only handle 35% of building it before I lost interest. By 'lose interest' I mean that I couldn't follow the fucking gibberish instructions that I think a Jamaican goblin wrote.
But my thrift store and Tuesday morning adventures have made up for my decepti-bench.Just some lanterns and brass things and some woven baskety things that I could shop for all day long. Mr. Pink back there will get a coat of spray paint. OR WILL IT?! Spoiler alert: it will. There's only one thing that can look junky on this patio and it's me. Wait... I mean it's the pillows.
My cafe string lights are purchased, ready to be hung by my gay husband and yes they are white.
|From Lights for All Occasions|
They do not fuck around when it comes to patio parties, y'all. You won't believe what they told me they'd do if I didn't have spinach dip.
So.... *whistles* I NEED THE BEST SPINACH DIP RECIPE YOU'VE EVER EATEN!!