Labor Day in St. Louis

This is long overdue, but.....

I hopped a plane to St Louis over the Labor Day holiday and spent a few glorious days snuggling my nephew, catching up with my soul sister and fellow H Jackman lover and of course, shopping. I feel like we always get ourselves into a bind with the shopping when we're together but, we can't help it!!

I so needed a weekend out of Dallas, which I know sounds horrible as I was just in Montana, and London, and !, but, the last few weeks had really, really kicked my ass and I just wanted to be in the arms of those who love me. I can honestly say it's the only time I haven't cried myself to sleep in ages--maybe I was just too tired to cry, or too happy. Either way, doesn't matter. I slept. AND there were no tears. 

Seriously, just sitting on their sofa, eating Thai (mmmmm red curry) and watching Love Actually the night I arrived was the happiest I'd been in a long while, no joke. I felt SAFE and loved--it was just what I needed.

Sara took me out to see The Lion King on Saturday and her husband hooked us up with a limo for the night, which was a huge surprise and SO kind. 

My best girl and me!

We had a lovely dinner and a great time at the show which was housed in one of the most beautiful theaters I've ever been to--seriously, check this out! I die. 

Sunday we just chilled, ate, played with the baby and went shopping, duh. We hit Nordstrom, J Crew and Anthropologie, or you know, the essentials.

I'd been flirting with this dress at Anthropologie for ages and finally bit the bullet. It's very retro, which I adore--very Rachel McAdams in The Notebook, which, HELLO, me. Me, me. 


Then THIS beauty I randomly fell I'm love with. Totally different from anything I own but i looooove it. I'm picturing it with nude fishnet tights, black pumps and my Pippa-esque orange coat in then winter. I think I should relive Broadway Birthday Extravaganza 2011 and I shall wear this. I MEAN COME ON. 

Both perfect for dates, I just, ya know, need someone to take me on a date. I'm totally creating a mail order husband company, I feel this is an untapped market. Surely there is some hot foreigner who WANTS to marry me for a Green Card? I'm willing to do this.  

Well, alright. That post was random. 

Precious baby Mac!

But I didn't buy any shoes or handbags in St. Louis, so GROWTH. 

Oh, Sara bought these. I wanty want want. But I didn't. I AM SO STRONG.