Do you know what you get when you combine donuts with bacon and some gorgeous garden scenery?
You get US. Give us donuts topped with bacon gorged upon in a lovely setting and the little Brown family will be there SO fast and SO enthusiastically that we just might become lawbreakers in the process.
Not a hypothetical scenario.
I heard tell that the Art City Donut truck would be at Thanksgiving Point (a beautiful museum/garden complex) on Friday night, so you better believe we high-tailed it over and got us some deeeeeelicious maple-bacon donuts, then thought we’d take a stroll around. We wound up here, in some beautiful gardens, and (on a bacon-donut sugar high) snapped some pictures for this post. Convenient, right? That Thanksgiving Point would just so happen to have these lovely gardens for me to use for blog photos? And that they would so selflessly offer public use of them without asking for anything in return?
I mentioned this awfully convenient photo location to my mom the next day, and her response was, “Um, I’m pretty sure you’re supposed to pay to go in those gardens.”
I don’t know whether that’s true or not—we just waltzed in without seeing any sign of a formal entrance or ticket area and didn’t spy even a single burly security guard waiting to escort us off the premises—but it’s too late, I’ve already embraced my new outlaw identity and I figure I might as well make the most of it by wholeheartedly pursuing a life of crime. I started small with (maybe?) trespassing and (possibly?) illegal photos in a (potentially?) private garden, but who knows what’s next. The sky’s the limit! Now that I have criminal activity and donuts on the brain, I just realized that I gave Forrest a donut while grocery shopping yesterday and forgot to pay for it when I checked out, so I’m really on quite a donut-fueled crime spree over here. Hide yo kids, hide yo wives, and hide yo donuts ‘cause we’re felonizing everbody out here.
Barely related to donuts or my new life of crime except that they were all in the same place at the same time, may I present to you the big kahuna of diaper bags. I’m sure you’ve heard of Lily Jade by now, right? If you’re in the market for an absolutely gorgeous, totally fantastic, luxuriously high quality designer diaper bag, Lily Jade is definitely the solution. Period. End of story. And this is not one of those “I love everything on this blog and never give a negative review eeever!” situations because you remember that post where I got paid to tell you I hated the new M&Ms, right? I wouldn’t lie to you about something as critically important as chocolate or diaper bags. This is my blogging promise to you, always and forever. Chocolate and diaper bags and blogging integrity are sacred.
I have truly found nothing not to love about my bag. The quality is impeccable. The style is timeless and beautiful. The organization potential is outrageous (my favorite feature? ok fine, since you asked, it’s that every bag comes with a 16-pocket removable ‘baby bag’ that is incredible for storing all your little baby and mommy items, either in the bag or it can be pulled out and used separately—organizer heaven). And if you don’t need a diaper bag, it would make a fantastic purse—roomy enough for a laptop, overnight items, your camera, using as a shopping tote, whatever. I totally love it, and love that it’s big enough for all these things but doesn’t look big. There’s a fine line between “what a nice roomy purse!” and “is that a suitcase on her shoulder?” and this bag stays nicely on the safe side of that dangerous line.
And if you’re in the market for the bag of your dreams (or, at least, the bag of my dreams), stay tuned. Something exciting is coming your way next week.
Until then, happy trails, good luck avoiding the fuzz during your accidental trespassing/shoplifting(/donut-lifting) endeavors, and I’ll just be over here training my little hooligan to follow in my criminal footsteps.