Currently Reading.
Role Models. John Waters.
Did I mention dream apartment is three blocks from the public library?
1 week ago on January 24, 2012 at 12:14pm
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Title: Needle In The Hay
Artist: Elliot Smith
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Needle In the Hay | Elliott Smith
I watched this movie this past weekend. I haven’t gotten this out of my head since.
What a lovely way to die.
18 hours ago on February 01, 2012 at 02:26am
Luck.
It feels like I’m faking it. All this adult stuff.
Paying bills, going to work everyday, buying groceries, and raising this puppy. Having this grown person relationship with this man that I love.
It feels like it is all happening by accident. It feels like I am waiting for it to fall out from under me. It feels detached and a little like someone else’s life.
But.
The bills are paid. The refrigerator is full. Lola is fed and walked every day. I am going to work everyday, to a job that I like, and at which I do a pretty damn good job, if I do say so myself. This man and I are growing together, and loving each other, and it is working.
It’s not an accident that I ended up here. I made all this for myself. I chased down this job. I poured over lists of apartments and hunted down the dream apartment. I made this happen. I buy that pup’s food, and take her for walks, and pay for her (sometimes very expensive surgerys and) doctor’s visits. I choose this love on a daily basis. I pick my words. I kiss his face with intention and purpose.
I want this to feel like less of an accident. I want to feel like I made this, like I am responsible for myself, like I can make my own happiness ( and have ).
1 day ago on January 31, 2012 at 01:03pm
Currently
battling the urge to paint every room in the apartment Ultra White.
I have so many opinions about style and decor that I am having trouble choosing one option for each room.
I am concerned about having a schizophrenic apartment. I want fluidity and calmness.
I am concerned that ‘vintage-inspired, rustic, clean, simple, shabby chic’ isn’t a real thing.
I need to take all my thoughts and make them into something real and lovely.
5 days ago on January 26, 2012 at 10:36pm
Bathroom.
Needs:
- White lace or ruffled curtains.
- A jute rug.
- A few coats of the perfect powder blue, still to be decided upon.
1 week ago on January 23, 2012 at 04:58pm
Bedroom.
Needs:
- Colorful, patterned curtains. A graphic kelly green print?
- Bed ruffle, because ew.
- A paint color to be chosen. Ultra white on all walls? On three with an accent wall? On four with an accent stripe? Paint the whole thing yellow?
- New sheets.
- Either repaint the old headboard (black, old door), or make a new one and upholster it.
1 week ago on January 23, 2012 at 04:58pm
My favorite present received…ever, and the nicest thing that I own.
I am very lucky to have the family that I have. They are eternally generous and ever lovely.
Starting out is hard, but they made it easier, a million times over.
1 week ago on January 23, 2012 at 11:59am
Sloth life.
She is recovering from surgery very well.
She is napping and cuddling and sleeping in mama and daddy’s bed until her wounds heal. Because….. I can’t give you a good reason, besides that I love it.
2 weeks ago on January 16, 2012 at 06:00pm
Mister and my Mother.
Christmas 2011.
They are good friends and that tickles me.
2 weeks ago on January 15, 2012 at 06:38pm
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Rich Girl | Hall & Oates
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2 weeks ago on January 14, 2012 at 09:30pm
Lola Bea swallowed a screw.
Surgery tomorrow.
Scraping the bottom of my barrel to pay for it.
Growing up is hard.
3 weeks ago on January 10, 2012 at 08:02pm
Dear Lovely,
We did it. We’re here. We took the first step. We started our life together.
I’ve been anticipating this feeling for so long: The knowledge that I will fall asleep next to you tonight, and the rest of the nights. That I will wake up next to you in our apartment. That I will make coffee in our kitchen and sip it out of our mugs. The feeling of joy that has been radiating from my heart to the tips of my fingers and toes. The feeling of security that seeing your face everyday brings me.
I am all the way in. And you are all the way in.
I can’t wait to see what we can do together.
I love you joyously, soundly, deeply, everlastingly, gladly, and with great enthusiasm.
With love.
P.S. Please grow a beard again. Please.
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3 weeks ago on January 05, 2012 at 06:24pm
I hadn’t shown my face around these parts in a while.
My life has taken some lovely turns lately. And it feels so wonderful.
Despite the fact that I had to work tonight, and that I have to work tomorrow as well, I am enjoying this job very much. I cannot tell you how it feels to lay your head down at night and know that you did something good today. Real, tangible good. There is no philosophy involved here, no politics. Just a person doing good for other people.
I like that about my life.
1 month ago on December 25, 2011 at 03:46am
My Christmas List
this year consisted of:
- non-stick pans.
- wooden spoons.
- coffee maker.
- set of knives.
- a gift card (to Lowes. So I can buy a rug.)
- wine glasses.
This probably means I’m a grown-up.
1 month ago on December 25, 2011 at 12:33am
This lady’s lovely blog has me swooning.
Her photos aren’t just lovely. They are still-lifes.
Her recipes are simple and seem delicious.
But most of all, the pages of her blog leave me feeling awfully nostalgic. Her pictures show her kitchen wares. The kind that my mother will pass down to me. The kind that her mother passed down to her. Few, but well loved, pans. Cheesecloths and simple linens. These are part of the reason why I enjoy cooking. Though I do enjoy the taste of good food, it is really the movement of my mother’s hands that I hope to replicate, the appearance of a well made crust clinging to the tarnished pie pan, and the sound of the flour sifter. The memories and love are baked in.
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1 month ago on December 23, 2011 at 11:04pm
