Thursday, June 24, 2010

The Stain.

So, as you all know, I recently moved. It was a huge ordeal and took a small army, led by my fearless mother Sue. If it weren't for her, I'd still be in my kitchen hesitant of the best way to pack plates and wondering if I need three Jello molds (I don't).

It is important to note that I don't always think things through. My thought process on this day was "THIS IS TRAGIC. I SHOULD BE COMFORTABLE. I'M GOING TO WEAR MY FAVORITE V-NECK TSHIRT." Hindsight proves it should have been "I'm going to be packing. And cleaning. With bleach. Wear clothes you hate." It reminds me of when my thought process is "Eat a LOT of carbs so you won't get hungry at the pool!!" and then am forced to painfully suck my stomach in so people don't ask how far along I am.

Obviously, the day became a lot more tragic than anticipated. Once done packing, it was time to get to the final cleaning. Looking at the 409 bottle that said "Now with Bleach!" could have been a giveaway, but it wasn't. So, like a busy bee I started scrubbing out a bathroom. I looked down and thought "That's weird. Why is there rust on my shirt?? There is no rust in here..."

Good call. Because it wasn't rust. Nope. It was a bleach stain-- which you can see in the bottom portion of the picture. Obviously, I promptly began to cry. Tears, rushing down my face. May have been the stress... may have been the actual stain... may have been the realization that I can't pop over to Target and get another Mossimo V-neck for $8. That I am forced to get rid of one shirt... and not buy another until next April 1.
I soon after started laughing. At first it was to cover up the fact I was literally crying over an $8 shirt. Brett, my boyfriend (bless his heart), stared in... pity?? I'm not really sure. Regardless, it was a scene. The more I realized how a) serious the situation was and b) how it really wasn't a big deal... I laughed. I couldn't decide how I felt. A lot of emotions over an $8 shirt. For the record, that was nearly a month ago...
...and life went on.
I'm still alive, even after Bleach-gate 2010. By the grace of God, I've lived. Apparently, clothes aren't a huge deal?? :-)
LASTLY: For those who are wondering: I LOVE my new house, I LOVE my new neighborhood, and I LOVE my new roommate. That is three "LOVES," which makes me a little uncomfortable but I'm not too worried, because life is seriously good--- with, or without, my favorite black v-neck.

Sunday, June 13, 2010

The Clog.

About 2 weeks ago, I was flipping through my copy of InStyle. The setting was perfect- I was on my front porch, a second glass of wine next to me, and I had hundreds of beautiful glossy pages full of glamourous fashion. I turned the page, and immediately I felt like I got hit by a semi truck. The catch was the truck was full of hideous shoes. Like the ugliest shoes I'd ever seen.

THE CLOG:
Are you kidding me? Are you seriously kidding me? That is about the ugliest "shoe" I think I've ever seen. I was mortified. People are going to pay money and stomp around in these? That is upsetting, to say the least. I mean, I wore clogs for my 5th grade picture. But I also parted my hair in the center- which I understand works well for Jennifer Aniston and the Kardashian girls, but not for me. I thought to myself: "Not shopping for a year is going to be JUST FINE. Because if this is what is going to be IN, then I want out."

So I went on living my life.

Then I saw this:
Miley Cyrus shopping with her new beau... in an AWESOME striped top, AWESOME skinnies, AND O M G AWESOME CLOGS. Omg. Miles looks awesome. I mean, I could be slightly biased as most know I am a pretty big fan- which at this point you're allowed to judge all you want. But genuinely. Her clogs look great. That is seriously a great look, and the she pulls of the clogs like she was BORN to stomp around in clogs. She is cloggin' all over town. And now, I am seriously devastated. I went from hating these shoes, to living a life of confusion. How will I get through the next 9 months without clogs?

I guess that is the price I'll pay for this year long experiment.

Barf :(

Friday, June 4, 2010

Forgive Me?

Did it seriously take me 18 days to remember to update my blog? Bless my heart, I was busier than I thought. There should just be no excuse for such an absence. Unless of course, you would count my ENTIRE LIFE (including the cat) being put into boxes, loaded into trucks and hauled to a precious new home as an excuse. Truly, it is precious. I have a fantastic front porch, a fantastic back patio, and a million fantastic little things between those two. However, for a brief moment there, I was internet-less and from what I can tell, I can't update my blog from an iPhone. On top of that, I am not really an "Internet Cafe" type of girl. Well, maybe I am... but given the opportunity to:

a) Pass out,
b) Watch Kelly from Real Housewives of NY lose her marbles,
c) Truck to a coffee shop and write,
d) Both a and b, or
e) None of the above

I obviously would chose d) Both a and b. Because for one, sleeping is magical. And second, Kelly literally is the most fantastic thing to happen to reality TV for awhile. Girlfriend is nuts. I may also be apt to choose e) None of the above. Why? Because I failed to put "Go to Texas Roadhouse and eat 4,000 calories in rolls alone" as an option. Had I listed that, it'd clearly sweep the poll.

Anyways, I'm sorry for the long delay. I also am sorry if that sounds cocky or condescending. I assume someone is reading... and I assume they hoped I'd update? And if that is true, then don't fret. I've got a WHOLE list of blog post ideas on a note (digital...so I shall not misplace it) and this blog will be hoppin' again soon.

I hope everyone has a good weekend, and feel free to tell me all about it. Because my weekend will be spent the way I spend all of my time now: Unpacking.