Domesticity

My landlady has started teasing me about the number of packages I get in the mail.

I mean, she’s not wrong. I order almost everything I buy. There are several reasonings behind this decision.

For one, I don’t have a car. Which means I can either lug something home from the city, or I have to find a ride.

For another, getting packages in the mail rules. It’s like getting a present twice; once when you buy it, and again when you receive it. Boom.

Plus, you can almost always find coupon promos online to get you out of shipping costs, so all the naysayers who were going to badger me about those can just calm down.

So am I saying that essentially I order hogs online because I like sending myself presents? Well, I’m not NOT saying that.

Online rental is a tricky world to navigate. What with rampant Craigslist murderers and scams, it’s important to portray yourself as safe and reliable if you want to successfully rent an apartment.

Here’s how to fail at that:

Step 1: Don’t include a photo.

Step 2: Include a photo, but make sure to take it after you have removed the contents of every drawer and closet and spread the contents on to every available surface. While you’re preparing for a garage sale is also a good time.

Step 3: Include a photo, but make it of the outside of the house, a random nearby landmark (i.e. trees or the ocean) or include an especially attractive photo of your pet.

Step 4: Take all interior photos at night or from weird angles. It will make the room look bigger and definitely not like a dungeon. Trust me.

Step 5: Don’t include a city location. Potential renters will appreciate the air of mystery surrounding your posting.

Step 6: Write in all caps. It makes it easier to read, and who doesn’t love being shouted at?

Step 7: Be extremely difficult in giving out the address of the apartment, requiring no less than the promise of the proposed tenant’s first born before releasing it.

Got all that? Ok, happy selling!

Tried to forget my bus/train/subway ticket again today. It’s ok, though; I mean, I’ve been trying to fit more physical activity into my life, and that 100-meter dash I did back to my apartment and then back to the bus stop ought to help with that.

I hate doing things that make me feel like an idiot. Like, really, self? Couldn’t just do a quick self-assessment to make sure you had everything you need for the day in your bag? You know, before leaving the house?

It’s like realizing you have forgotten a really important project about two minutes before the deadline. Or that gut-punch feeling you get the moment you realize you’ve overslept.

Fortunately, I was regular about going to the gym this weekend, so made it back to the bus stop about 35 seconds before the bus arrived, only slightly out of breath from sprinting in heels and a pencil skirt. (And that, my friends, is why girls are stronger. Just sayin.)

Speaking of things that are awesome, the fiance and I might be looking at an apartment this week, possibly even tonight. Have I mentioned how excited we are to finally be living together? It’s going to be really nice not getting dropped off for the night anymore. So here’s hoping the place is awesome and the landlord lurrrves us! I mean, I dressed all “young professional” today (remember the heels and pencil skirt?) Just in case, so at least I’ll look the part of a responsible tenant.

So I guess here’s hoping I manage to get through it without doing something that makes me look like an idiot, too. Ooph.

My friend (and bridesmaid and fellow blogger) Megan is kind of the ultimate planner. After I askew her to be in my wedding, she bought her shoes about two days later, asked permission to put together a wedding day emergency kit, and has volunteered on multiple occasions to be my “personal assistant” in planning when she’s bored at work.

Basically, if you want something done, you go to Megan.

So when I got the idea to have a dress up party for our friends (total disclosure: I wanted to have the party because I had a dress I really wanted to wear) who else would I turn to to help make it happen?

Thus the Classy Cocktail Party was born. We sent out a fancy evite and everything. We’re pretty legit.

The cocktail party also became the catalyst for trying a few new recipes. I made my first bruschetta, which I was actually quite nervous about, but it came out quite good according to the fiance (who, yes, I realize loves me more than anyone…I’ll still take the compliment). I also made mini cheesecakes.

The recipe was super simple. You make the crust out of graham cracker crumbs, butter, and sugar, per usual. Then press a couple tablespoons into muffin liners, bake for five minutes, then fill with your standard cheesecake batter:

{creamcheese, sugar, eggs, vanilla with raspberry compote}

The red stuff is a raspberry compote I made out of sugar and (you guessed it) raspberries. Drop a few dots on the top of each cheesecake, swirl with a toothpick, then bake the whole kit’n’kaboodle for twenty minutes. The fiance also enjoyed these. (I believe the exact words were, “You’re going to be a really good wife.” At this point, we would certainly hope so.)

I don’t want to brag, but the party was a raging success. I was worried about people getting into the semi-formal dress code, but it turns out I’m not the only one who likes to clean up now and then. And everyone looked really nice!

{friends, being classy}

Of course, no matter how good you are at planning, you can never control everything. You may notice the fiance is conspicuously absent from the photos. He ended up coming down with a sinus infection and had to miss the festivities. We were both disappointed, but what can you do? Immune systems are the ultimate party poopers.

Illness aside, we may have to make a tradition out of fancy get-togethers. I mean, after this whole “wedding” thing is over, Megan and I are going to need something to plan.

I haven’t been cooking as much lately. It’s not that I’ve lost interested in the idea, I just eat at home a lot less than I used to. Lunch (and often times, breakfast) takes place at work. And when I get home for dinner, The Fiance and I will usually grab something out or eat dinner that his parents’ have made at their house. (Delicious AND cost-effective!)

But Saturday a couple friend of ours had a bunch of people over for breakfast, and I figured it would be a great opportunity to make something new. Frittatas!

The best things about breakfast foods is that they have fancy names, but aren’t actually difficult to make. French toast? Sounds exotic and European, but it’s actually just bread dipped in egg and pan-fried. Omelet? Eggs mixed with literally whatever you throw in them.

And frittatas. Which, in principle are very similar to frittatas, but are baked like a pie. Quiche without the crust is how I described it.

I used a recipe my mom sent me, but then mixed up the ingredients for a second frittata. The first one had red pepper, red onion, chicken apple sausage, and mozzarella. The second one had asparagus, spinach, mozzarella, and feta cheese.

Here’s how it went down:

{saute chopped peppers and onions in olive oil}

{saute chopped asparagus and spinach in olive oil}

{mix a dozen eggs with 1/2 cup of half and half; divide into two parts}

{Combine veggies with egg mixture; pour into greased pie pans and bake at 350 for 50-60 minutes}

{ta-da!}

So there you have it. A super simple breakfast treat that will please just about anyone (and is a snap to personalize!). I should do this cooking thing more often.

So, I’m pretty excited about this. As many of you know, I like to blog (durrr). I also like reading other people’s blogs and getting to know great bloggers. Which is why I found this idea so appealing.

Genius bloggers Sandy A La Mode and Much Love, Illy came up with the idea to for the Cold Hands, Warm Hearts swap. You can read the deets, but basically, once you send Sandy your info, she pairs you up with another blogger that can be anywhere else in the world. You get to know each other a bit, then send each other a care package containing some kind of gloves or mittens (mittens!!) and anything else you think that person might enjoy. One hundred bloggers are participating. So cool, right?

Well, today we got our partners! Mine is Emily from Today Tomorrow Thursday. And guys, she’s kind of awesome. I mean, I crocheted a couple of headbands, but she is crafty beyond belief. Plus she’s super into snail mail (a girl after my own heart), and her postcard art is also lovely. Talk about pressure to make my own packaging a masterpiece!

She has also totally motivated me to turn all of my blogroll members into pretty badges. Because who doesn’t need more prettiness in their life, amiright? (And I now have about 80 ideas for things I could do with baker’s twine…sigh. Wedding crafts.)

So I need to get the prettiest little package mailed out by December 1st. So excited to start!!