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perfect ordinary day.

13 Jan

Today has been a good day. In fact, really everyday i wake up is a good day. I got to wake up in the arms of the man I love, the man who loves me. All I could think is what a lucky, lucky gal I am.

Got my hair done by a girl who was so excited to do a “cool hairstyle”  in the midst of a bunch of little old lady styles, and she totally aced it! Plus she had me show her how to do eyeshadow like mine, but she didn’t think she was brave enough to really wear it. I gotta say, if I were in the beauty industry, I would rock my look all the time….but the hospital frowns on it. I don’t know how trusting I would be with an RT who had pink hair.

I’m such a domestic girl, I love wearing aprons and doing house work. Cooking, cleaning, ironing….these things make me happy.  I just finished prepping every thing for dinner, all thats left is too pop it in the oven about an hour before Thomas comes home. It’s a new recipe…but I’m stoked about it. Cranberry chicken. We’ll try it out and i’ll review it. I LOVE retro recipies.

I haven’t had Christmas yet. If this weather will give me a break, I might be able to. I’m also in the middle of working on some aprons. I need a few new ones (One can never have too many aprons) and one for one of my favorite girls, H. EXCEPT…I can’t figure out my sewing machine. How embarrassing is that? So I guess when I do make it back to see my family for a belated Christmas, I’ll take it back down there with me, and have Mother show me again how to wrap and wind my thread about the little hooks.

I’m fixing to get started on cleaning the house again, then work out, shower…and by that time, it’ll be time to get on dinner, set the table and get dressed and ready for Thomas to get home.

I hope, dear readers, that you find as much joy the “simplistic” things in life and really take the time to cherish those around you.

 

 

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I’m not sure what the time zone is

22 Oct

I am in a rare state today. I don’t know whether I am up or down….but what I am sure of is that i am happy. This “happy” is terrifying and beautiful all at once, and as much as I enjoy it I am ignorant of how to proceed. The most mundane of things even seem somehow more magnificent. I think this is what one might call being absolutely in love.

Thankful

21 Oct

Today, I am thankful for:

Indoor plumbing

My friend Sunny

Companies that make pretty bras for little gals with huge boobs like me (Check out Bravisimo.com)

Getting to hear the ringtone I have for Thomas when he calls unexpectantly

FaceTime

Crispy Autumn leaves

Thankful today.

20 Oct

Throughout the day, I usually stop to remind myself of what it is that I am thankful for. Of course there are the big ones like “I woke up this morning”, but it is so easy to overlook and take fore granted the little things that we grow so accustomed to. I am going to attempt to make a point to regularly jot down the things that I am thankful for in hopes that I remind myself, and maybe you dear reader, that even the smallest of things are important in making us who we are.

Today, I am thankful for:

Good coffee

Cool crisp Autumn air

Getting kisses from Thomas when I woke up

My “new” car

Conversations with my understanding friend Kat

These really awesome retro chairs

My down comforter

That’ll be $4(arms).08(legs)

19 Oct

I have a weakness for thrift stores. The less visited they are, the more I seem to follow a beacon right to them. Today, for instance, I dropped into an unsuspecting little place that smelled heavily of musty books and white shoulders. I shop thrift, like I shop the grocery; I work my way around the edges, and look at the very bottom and very top shelves the most, because that seems to be where I find my most valuable, or at least personally cherished, items that I have adopted from such places. So, after I picked up a cookie jar about 3 times and decided that I didn’t like its energy, I rummaged through the comprehensive collection of unlovable dishes sitting in a most uninviting book case. Disappointed, I moved to the middle of the store, where I was drawn to a set of twins, to two lovely specimens of what the 1950’s had to offer in way of home furnishings. They were poorly dressed, clothed in the most vibrant burnt orange the late 1960’s had to offer, but beneath lay a most beautiful body, indeed. So after some haggling, I acquired my very sleek Meier & Pohlmann Arm Chairs, and finagled them into the back seat of my car.

On the ride home I pondered their new attire, and concluded upon heavy medium gray upholstery for seating, and a retro patterned bark cloth for the back. Both of these items I intend on locating and having in my possession by the end of the week.

Once home, I began undressing them, carefully removing the little metal bits. Brass tack, by brass tack I uncovered what I believe may be the original upholstery; a once bright teal and grey tweed which has been light bleached and worn thin and dingy.

So now in my dining area sit these two incredible chairs stripped down and disassembled. After having clearly being deprived of an imaginative eye and loving home, I cannot wait to complete this project and give them a spot in my little corner of the world!

I have yet to positively nail down a year for these babies, but I did locate an article online with an ad that has chairs by the same manufacturer that are almost, if not identical to, these from 1954.

Home?

13 May

It’s been a while since I’ve blogged.  Not that anyone really noticed, but I miss it. I’ve been so busy enjoying life that I’ve neglected to update. Totally justifiable reason…just sayin’.

I want to share something I realized just now and is a vitally important factor to me. Tonight, I went on a date with Thomas.  I cherish every moment I get to spend with him more and more. It doesn’t get dull, or repetitive. We don’t have a “pattern” we’ve adapted to. We just thoroughly enjoy being around one another, and, as far as I can remember, always have.

On my way back to my place, he asked me to let him know when I made it home safe. So…

I sit here on my bed, with all my belongings around me, with a roof over my head… and realize: I am not home. It does not feel like home, it doesn’t smell like home. I felt empty when I sent him a text, just a few seconds after I walked in, after I took that feeling in, telling him I had made it to my place.

But this is not home. My heart isn’t here. It’s 32 minutes away in another city.

I long to be home. ❤

Weekend catch up

29 Mar

Saturday I got to celebrate my birthday with my best of friends in The Tri! We had a great time…unfortunately, I once again, forgot my camera. We had dinner at Texas Roadhouse. Their “Hot and Bleu salad” is fantastic! After dinner we went to a nifty little bar to chill and meet up with some other friends who didn’t show until after Thomas and I left. I got lots of cards from friends and family, all of which made me smile 🙂 and I’m pretty sure I got the best present that I could ever get, too.

I have been SO sleepy for the past couple of days. I hope I can get rested up, but I’m not sure how. Sleep? Hasn’t been working, but I’ll give it another go later. Maybe it’s just stress. Between my car being messed up and in the shop and letting some people be a more powerful outside force than I had realized, I think I’m a bit overwhelmed. Perhaps I should disengage for a few days. I already know that there are some things/people that I will have to purge from my life in order to focus on my own needs. I’m sure that sounds selfish, but I can’t enjoy the positive within my life if they are projecting their negativity on me. I just don’t understand why some people feel the need to blame others, rather than accept and move on.

With that said…

I went a couple of weeks ago to see Avatar. That was an amazingly beautiful movie. Beyond just the graphics, 3D has come so far. Wow! I really want to go see “How to Train Your Dragon” (in 3D). It’s going to be so cute!

I hope everyone has a great week! ❤