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Here is the last in the series of my surprise party decor: The chess pieces that were scattered about, like we had a bunch of really intellectual, sexy games going.

This being my surprise party, I didn't have a chance to take any photos, nor did I want to, being occupied with draining a plastic cup of champagne and "blood". Thankfully, BFF Hezzie took on the responsibility of getting some really awesome decor shots. Girlfriend knows her way around a composition.

Awesome alert: My friends and boyfriend threw me a surprise party on Saturday night and though it took me way too long to get it, the theme was Twilight, and everything was red, black and white, and chess pieces, books, and apples were on every surface. Yes, it was radical. Yes, most decorations are still up. 

I'm not getting rid of the sheepskin covers (PS I don't know if it's faux or what. I got them at Ikea) that I used on my tulip chairs, but I'm not sure where they'll go now. On this chair? Or the new dining chairs? Or will I just rub them on my face? Huge decision. I bet your heart's beating so fast now.

Pick up Mike's photography equipment to tidy or just plop a flower in the middle of the mess? Spoiler alert: THE PICTURE SHOWS WHAT HAPPENED.

On payday, I have an obsessive need to go clothes shopping. For Mike, it's gadgets. Meet his new Wacom Tablet. I know, I didn't know what it was either at first.

I went to Target this weekend for the Orla Kiely stuff (its first official weekend out) and they had pretty much nothing. Except these two mugs, which I obviously grabbed.

I felt mildly shamed by Angelica in the comments of this post, but she was totally right. My old coasters were cool at first, but being felt and getting all stained and gross had confirmed that the wheels had in fact, fallen off. These are my new coasters, painstakingly hunted for, and finally found, at Design Public.

I was thinking about making a pun here, like, oh check out my tulips, they're replacing my tulip chairs. But I kind of knew it was a stretch. And sort of offensive. Instead, just check out my V-Day flowers. Cut flowers! They're the shit.

This is my coat rack. It rocks so hard, I'm not even sick of it yet.