This weekend, my parents came up from Stuttgart for a visit. Mom and I got our nails done while dad took care of some car stuff, then we just hung out at my house and relaxed. I love hearing my dad's "war" stories and talking about TV shows and celebrity gossip with my mom.
To cap off the day, we went to one of my favorite childhood restaurants, a small Italian restaurant called Bella Capri. I remember going there when I was 13 and talking to one of dads' coworkers' sons about Nintendo Power magazine while eating rigatoni alla panna. The food was still as delicious as I remember.
One step up from mirror photo is mom photo. This is my main foyer, which I have newly decorated and am so in love with. I know I wore these jeans and blazer yesterday, but I don't care. Dad joked that I needed a bigger belt and mom said I've had this shirt since middle school. I guess it was from my "goth" phase. I probably haven't worn it since middle school, so it's a good thing I put it in my remix choices.
Happy Mom.
Dad, likely mid-story.
Lambrusco (fizzy red wine) and San Pellegrino.
Germans make the best salads, ever. Yes, I realize this is in an Italian restaurant, but I'm so glad they follow the German rule of "veggies cover the small amount of lettuce, while yogurt dressing covers the entire salad."
Pizza Quatro Formaggi.
Rigatoni alla Panna
Penne alla Panna con Spinaci.
It was a pretty successful outfit... another one of my guy coworkers asked me if I had been losing weight and that I look great, so I guess if a guy notices, then it's true.
I was also feeling pretty sassy this morning, as evidenced by my pursy-faced pose:
Although at a certain point, my shoes seemed to disappear:
I think today's outfit was frilly and cute. I give it a 7 out of 10. I went out for sushi later and put on dark skinny jeans and purple boots (which, btw, have replaced the pink pair of death heels I had originally put in my 30.
