Remember when I used to make you listen to my (many) thoughts about my hair all the time? (Okay, maybe it wasn’t that long ago…)
Well, a few months back, I embraced that seen-everywhere trend of dyeing my hair ombré.
As soon as my stylist stepped back to show me how it looked, I was fairly certain I had made a mistake.
It’s not that it looked horrible. (I don’t think.) It just…wasn’t me. And every time I looked in the mirror, my coloring just looked sad. The darker hair washed me out, and I felt like I just looked like I needed a highlight.
So last weekend, I accepted my mistake and went back to blonde. Here’s my best model pose, which those of you who follow me on Instagram have already seen:
The difference was immediate. My complexion seemed brighter, and I just felt more like my sunny self. (Damn right I’m sunny.)
Yesterday, Taylor, who sits next to me at work and hears my tales of woe about this all the time, said, “Remember how you always said that your ombré hair made you look different? I get it now. Because you really look different blonde!”
This is what I’ve been saying, people.
So anyway. We’re back to normal and ready for summer. You know. Because of the sunniness.
Man, radio silence on the blog, amiright?
I promise, I have not forsaken you. I’ve just been busting my behind trying to get another corner of the apartment presentable to show you.
Here’s some of the progress we made last week:
1. Emptying TONS of boxes. Seriously, folks. We’re down to the last 11, and I have high hopes that we’ll get down to two or three by the end of next weekend. (Joey is out of town, which means I can spend all my time organizing.)(Is it weird that that thrills me?)
2. Ordered a couch! We finally made it out to IKEA and ordered this little baby:
He’ll arrive in about two weeks. At which point we will stop sitting on the floor. For the most part.
3. Built a kitchen pantry. I really should have take a picture of this, but the kitchen is still a bit too cluttered to show off. But the pantry is awesome. So much storage space!
4. Organized the bar area:
5. Added a bar to Joey’s closet so he can finally hang up his clothes, along with a slew of other bedroom organization.
6. Emptied my closet of a few more things I never wear.
7. Started hanging pictures! Here’s our new baby gallery wall:
I’m sure there were a few more little things along the way, but those are the ones I’m most excited about.
I CAN SEE THE LIGHT AT THE END, YOU GUYS.
Plus, I’m still in love with our neighborhood and have been exploring it more and more. Look how pretty it looks in the sunshine:
Ok, so maybe it’s still a lot of concrete. But the trees are finally getting green!
So this was a boring post unless you’re as excited about my home as I am. What did YOU do this weekend?
On my way to work each morning, I pass three elementary schools. Invariably, I end up crossing paths with parents dropping their children off in the morning.
Without making it too creepy, I always try to catch a snippet of what they’re talking about. I feel like you can tell a lot about a person and their family based on what they decide is the most important thing to leave their child with before dropping them off for the day.
Sometimes I hear an older dad sharing an odd bit of trivia. Sometimes it’s a young mother repeating, “You know Mommy loves you very, very much…”
I’ve been thinking a lot about having children lately. (As a concept…still not pregnant, sorry.) Several of my friends have had babies in the last year, and the topic seems to keep coming up even amongst my childless friends. (Sure sign that I’m getting old.)
The scariest part of having kids to me is the pressure. I feel like there is just so much to teach and pass on — it’s completely my fault if my kid turns out ignorant or a psychopath or awesome, right? (Okay, probably not right, but you know what I mean.)
Even aside from the “what kind of person will he or she be?” bigger issues, sometimes I get overwhelmed thinking about all the knowledge little kids have to learn. How can I make sure they learn about the water cycle? Or different kinds of dinosaurs? Or what the largest land mammal is? Or long division? I mean, sure, okay, they’ll go to school, but what about all the little bits you pick up along the way? That’s up to me, right?
Obviously I’m stressing out a bit (okay, a lot) preemptively. And getting sympathetically stressed out for all those parents on the sidewalk isn’t helping.
But I can’t help but wonder: If you only had a 20-minute walk to share something with your kid, what would you say?
Ok, ok. So our kitchen is still in complete disarray and we don’t have a couch and our bedroom is still crowded with boxes.
As those of you who follow me on Instagram know, I’ve decided to celebrate the little victories when it comes to setting up our new apartment. Like, say, finishing the bathroom.
Total disclosure: The bathroom wasn’t even done in that photo. There were two boxes of things in the bathtub. But they’re put away now, and that room really is done.
Another corner I can cross off my list? The entryway.
Here’s the lackluster before:
And the much homier after:
Howsabout a little close-up, eh?
The mirror I’ve actually had for over a year, but I ended up not having a place for it at our last apartment. Then I bought the hooks from Anthropologie. And voila! A charming little entryway.
And yes, that IS the only apartment update I have to share with you. Stay tuned for more.
Sometimes I feel like the kiss of death for me is a specific deadline.
The bathroom is still the only finished room in the apartment, despite my promises. And, technically, it’s not even done because we’re going to change the shower head and hang a caddy thing on the wall. But it’s definitely the closest.
On the bright side, we emptied and disposed of about twenty boxes this weekend, so I’m trying not to feel like too much of a failure.
Side note: If you ever have a bunch of packing boxes to get rid of and just don’t have the heart to simply throw then away, put up a free Craigslist ad for them. I’ve done this twice and always had a taker in about 20 minutes. And it has nothing to do with being good at Craigslist.
Speaking of Craigslist, I finally managed to score a cedar chest to use as a coffee table!
(Ignore the other details of this horrendous “before” photo…we’re a work in progress…all in the name of authenticity, right?)
Anyway, I love it and it was super cheap because technically it needs a little restoring, but I kind of like its character. The best part is that it provides tons of storage, so we’ll be using it as a coffee table and to hold blankets and the various misc things in our apartment I haven’t been able to convince the hubs to throw away.
I’m afraid that’s the only photo I have to show you for now. Better luck next week?
I’m going to start this story at the end and work my way back. Everyone ready? Here’s how it ends:
I saw a 3-inch cockroach in the ladies’ room at work on Tuesday. On the sink.
Now, I know you’re probably busy and may have read that quickly without really think about it, so I’m going to need you to back up for a second and really dwell. A cockroach. The size of a deck of cards.
On the bathroom sink that you use multiple times a day and have done so for almost nine months.
Is your face contorted in disgust and horror? Ok, now we can proceed.
I’ve mentioned before that cockroaches are my greatest phobia, but I feel like you probably thought I was kidding around. I mean, sure, no one loves cockroaches or spiders or camel crickets or what have you. It’s not that big of a deal.
You guys. It’s a very big deal.
It had been a long time since I’d seen a roach, and I’d kind of started to think I was a little bit over it. I would mentally imagine what I would do when I found one, and I would genuinely think, “Ok, it would suck. But you would handle it. I mean, you handled the centipedes. You would figure it out.”
Well, if Tuesday’s experience taught me anything, it’s that I am not equipped to handle it.
I literally froze and gasped when I first saw the semi-sized bug crawling near the faucet. Then I simply fled. I may have blacked out for a second.
As I made my shaky way to two of my coworkers, one of them went, “You look really rattled, are you okay?”
Nope. No, I was not.
I explained what happened the best I could, but I could barely put the words together. They heard “cockroach that is three inches long,” though, and quickly jumped into action.
I kept trying to explain why I was freaking out so much, but then promptly burst into tears. While still laughing about it at the same time.
If I’d committed a crime right then, I’m pretty sure I could have gotten of with an insanity plea.
Anyway. My coworkers apparently got someone I take care of it. I left work partly because it was about time to go, and partly because there was no way I was getting anything accomplished at that point.
Now I just can’t use that bathroom without feeling deeply uncomfortable and trying to check every corner, surface, nook and cranny while simultaneously, you know, using the bathroom. (I tried yesterday…it didn’t go we’ll.)
When I got home from work, I told Joey the worst thing in the world had happened to me that day.
Without missing a beat, he went, “Oh, you saw a cockroach?”
That’s why I love him.
So there you have it. I am not over it. And I may actually have to burn my apartment to the ground if I ever find a cockroach in it.
Please tell me you also have bizarre phobias I make myself feel better?