Sunset Hills

It sounds like a ballad, or maybe a quirky romantic getaway spot, but no, Sunset Hills is a vineyard in Purcellville, VA where mis amigas y yo spent our Saturday afternoon. "Turning sunshine into wine" is their motto. Oh. Stop. That's got my name all over it. Ok, cut the cheesiness, I mean it when I say that this vineyard is one of the best I've been to outside of Charlottesville (I am biased - everything is better in Charlottesville.) I can't attest to the actual quality of the wine as I was the DD (yea yea yea, I was the DD, so? We are responsible. Plus, wine seems to take a long time to exit my system, and I was still feeling weird from my chardonnay matched with the best salad ever from the night before,) but las chicas seemed to think it was tres bon.

Mmmmm it seems my DC besties all have blonde hair.  At least I have my brown-haired college loves, thank goodness for them:

I digress. 

It was a great afternoon followed by a great night -- we watched Bridesmaids. There are certainly some parts that could have been left out, but there are also some seriously great scenes from that movie. What we all noticed about the film is that it touched on real life themes that often run rampant among us women. Examples: A girl thinking she isn't worthy of a decent man who respects her (LOVED the love story with the Scottish cop) so she runs to the sleezebally, porsche-driving, skummy guy. Ughh I hated that guy. Or the need (yes, it is a need) to be able to talk something out with a girlfriend, no matter what the situation. Or the illusion of happiness and having it all together when really the pretty girl is terribly lonely. Or being so down on yourself that you end up getting your life knocked back into you by your overweight, pearl-wearing, top security clearance, dog-stealing friend (Megan - most memorable character award, by far.) Bridesmaids was an example of why we girls need each other. And being with my sweet friends all day long only affirmed that, big time. It was a good day.

Shake it

Just a regular morning. 

 Doing zumba.

with the Whites!!!

...on the eve of Molly's wedding..... naturally. duh. 

That's right -- we did zumba at 10am on Friday morning under the tent in Molly's driveway before heading to the bridesmaids luncheon. So fun. I can't really say that I know how to move my body, but Tilly certainly does. She's in green. Pretty sure her face is even doing that pucker lip thing. Dang. 

Molly White is now Molly Webb. Molly White Webb. Cute. No, beautiful! Because Molly was so beautiful! 

Buon giorno

Epic happenings around the Catalino household today. Over a year and a half ago, I was with my parents in St. Michaels on the Eastern Shore when I came across a little store that sold posters. Naturally, I went straight for the "travel" section, and started thumbing through the prints.

I found these:

and this:

Italia! I picked up these posters before I had even met Michael, my Italian hubby. Well, these prints have been sitting frameless in a plastic bag ever since I bought them. I lack certain motivation at times most of the time for errand-running or shopping or any sort of household arranging, so it took me all of 18 months to actually go out and find frames. Which I did yesterday!

After a brunch at The Diner this morning, we came back and hung the posters in our bedroom.

One small step for a normal homemaker, one giant leap for Carey Beth. Celebrate the victory!