September Letters

Dear creative friends,
What should I be for Halloween? What should Ray be? We need help! We don't want anything too typical (no pirates/fairy/slutty thing) and we don't want to spend $2348782 on costumes.

Dear sister Brie,
I know you read this blog. GET A PINTEREST!!
ps- friends, feel free to encourage her. =)

Dear heating pad,
I love you. A lot. Stay with me.

Dear my hair,
Please work with me. I just want gigantic Dolly Parton hair. Or 1960s huge volume. Or at least some body. Is that too much to ask?

Dear Pumpkin Spice beverages,
You're the drink of the season but I just don't get you. I don't know what the fuss is about. I mean, you aren't terrible but also not great. Maybe I'm missing something. Maybe I'll get back to you.

Dear weather,
Please please get cold! Or at least cool. I want to eat soup and wear tights.

Dear September,
See ya later, alligator!

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Dear Hurricane Irene,
Why didn't you bring me any rain? People in Florida embrace small hurricanes (and definitely hurricane parties). Others, say in New York, are scared of you. Don't be so rude.

Dear Five Guys,
You were delicious... but you completely ruined me. Completely.

Dear Cowboys and Aliens,
Well, I finally saw you. And while you didn't really have a plot, I really did like seeing cowboys and aliens in the same movie. And I did like that silent boy from Little Miss Sunshine was crazy as hell.

Dear Hobby Lobby,
Thank you for your awesome sales on paint!

Dear Jenna,
Happy almost birthday!


Love,
Allison

August letters

Dear Florida,
I know you're the sunshine state. I know you're known for your beaches and hot weather... but I'm dying here. Sweat stains aren't cute. It's time to calm down.

Dear work,
Please be nice to me. I only have 4 more days until our vacation... which is actually just a trip to NC for a friend's wedding but I'm pretending it's a vacation!

Dear True Blood,
Your last episode had so much weird whisper bedroom talk... but I still really liked it. And I'm really excited about next week's episode.Also, I'm enjoying Bill not being such a sappy-sap!

Dear mystery phone hidden somewhere in the office,
Where are you!? Why are you going off all the time!? Who is your owner!? Get outta here!

Dear Jenna and Nick,
Yay for starting a new life chapter! Nashville has no idea what's coming!

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Dear Saturday yard sale,
You were incredible and brought back my faith in yard sales. Thanks for the cute mugs for Brie (as seen above!), vintage aprons, vintage cloth napkins and handmade pot holders. I clearly have the same taste as a 70 year old woman...

Dear NOLA,
I miss you so much. I especially miss not being at work, hanging out with my husband and hurricanes from Olivier's. Honeymoons are such a good thing.

Dear new kitchenaid mixer,
I LOVE you so much. Now I can continue my domestic goddess quest.

Dear heating pad,
I'm so so glad I found you. You save my life.

Dear everyone,
May the 4th be with you.

Dear husband (because I know you read all of these but never ever comment),
I love you.

monday letters

Dear new job,
Thanks for not being crazy as hell. Also, thank you for letting me listen to pandora. And for telling me that I'm doing a good job.

Dear Ms. Vikki, Whitney, Elizabeth and Jenna,
Thank you for offering to help me make wedding flowers. I'm taking you all up on it! You're saving my life.

Dear Tifton and Valdosta,
Thank you for being part of my weekend. Sometimes I just need to be in Georgia.

Dear Bruster's,
Thank you for the best peanut butter milkshake of my life.

Dear weekend,
I liked you. Let's do it again real soon.

Dear springtime,
While I do not love your pollen, I do love your flowers. And daylight savings.

Dear local printing company,
If you ruin my invitations I will punch you in the throat.

Dear newly painted living room,
You are perfect.

Dear Ray Hancock,
I love you.

LOVE, Allison

letters

Dear January 2011,
You were kind of long and you kind of stressed me out. I mean, I guess I can't hate you... you did bring me a house. But you also brought me lots of painting, cleaning and lifting of heavy things. Rude. Get outta my face!!

Dear Big Brown,
I love you... even when you're cold and loud. I love your old doorknobs and tall windows. I love your prime location and extra bedrooms. I love your Royal Tenenbaums dinning room and Life Aquatic Bathroom. Please be nice while we remove wallpaper.

Dear Laguna Vista Apartment 101,
You are gross and I never want to see you ever again. Boo. But thanks for the good memories.

Dear Christian radio station at work,
Ok, sometimes you're fun and nostalgic. I don't hate hearing an occasional audio adrenaline or toby mac tune. In fact, I usually like it. However, all the third day, mercy me, david crowder, natalie grant, etc. has to go. Ugly voice and shallow lyric Christian music should be banned.

Dear Mark Discoll,
See ya Saturday!

Dear new job opportunity,
PLEASE call me back. I need you. For real.

Dear coffee,
I don't need you. I promise...

Dear marriage,
Get here fast.


LOVE, Allison

a letter and a cd

Dear October,

I love you so much. You are my birthday month AND the owner of Halloween. You bring me chilled air, apple butter, falling leaves, pumpkin carving parties, jeans + cardigans + scarves, scary movies, midnight walks, memories of being 15, trips and all the wonderfulness that is fall. I might have an exceptionally short fall/winter this year so I really want to take full advantage of my favorite month.

Love,

Allison

PS- Oooh! This also means I can start my fall twentyten playlist. Who wants a copy? Leave your mailing address or email it to me at allisondemott@gmail.com and I will send you a copy!

ouch

Today I felt so terrible. I didn't even get out of bed until 12:30. Can you say BUM?! But seriously, my fibromyalgia has been really bad today.

And now a few letters...

Dear vanilla soy milk,

Why didn't I taste you until I was 24. You are wonderful.

Dear fibromyalgia,

You suck.

Dear mean black cat,

You are not allowed to live in my yard anymore. Or pee on my garbage can.

Dear Panera,

I just want to eat your soup everyday of my life. And your green tea.

Dear girls who like boys in bands,

Don't do it. You will hate your life.

Dear readers,

I love you. Thank you for reading my ridiculous blog. And looking at all my pin up girls.