Thursday, December 30, 2010
There's family, and then there's even more family.
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
And so who wants to go on living forever.
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Cinderella is proof.
This inspiring photo of J. Crew's creative director Jenna Lyons' wall of shoes, spotted awhile ago on my friend J's amazing blog, urgently reminded me that I needed to devise a way to stylishly display my own collection while making efficient use of space.
Now that Manfriend and I are living together, I can't just have my shoes strewn all over the place (even though, to my defense, they were all arranged in a fairly neat manner on the bedroom floor before). Lucky for him, I (relatively) don't own that many pairs to begin with, or else I highly doubt he would have gifted me a few months' membership to ShoeDazzle, right?...
... right. In any case, he cleared out half of his closet and dropped off a few bags to Goodwill last weekend -- my turn to let go of the old is coming up this weekend and the next. (Or, that's the plan, at least.) I swear I'm not (really) a hoarder but I can already feel the separation anxiety kicking in!
images via
Friday, December 17, 2010
Time after time of your life.
Your own nature will triumph. We are all born with our natures … And I think back over my own life and I realize that my own nature — the core me — essentially hasn’t changed over all these years. When I wake up in the morning, for those first few moments before I remember where I am or when I am, I still feel the same way I did when I woke up at the age of five.
— Douglas Coupland ○
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Lots of sweet holiday treats.
My girlfriend D came over last week and we spent the cold, winter evening filling up the kitchen with sweet smells and girl talk. Nothing like great company and baked goods to make a girl feel all warm and fuzzy inside! It was also a great way to warm me up for my firm's holiday bake-off that Friday.
Red Velvet & White Chocolate Chip Cookies
Friday, December 10, 2010
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Taking the first steps.
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
A work in progress.
I was semi-bracing myself for a possible clash in aesthetics, but come to find out, the Mister and I both have similar tastes, which makes these upcoming changes and home improvement projects truly exciting to look forward to. Who knows what will happen once we start getting down and dirty, though... I'll let the animal print and hot pink pillows go, but filling up the house with framed prints and photos is a battle I'm totally fighting (and winning).
But first things first: we are thinking of repainting the walls white, white, white. Whereas some people might find the color too sterile and cold, I have always taken quite a liking to it. I have been browsing the web for inspiration and, although many of these photos look slightly too staged and entirely too sophisticated to truly feel like a comfortable "home" to me, I admire each owner's commitment to creating and keeping such beautiful living spaces. I can't wait to get started!
Monday, December 6, 2010
The power of words.
I have always been in love with words; the way they look like in different languages, the way they sound like when they roll off the tip of my tongue.
As a child, I would have a weekly favorite, using and re-using it as often as I could, and then immediately jumping ship once I discovered a new one I liked. That was, and still is, the beauty of words. There were so many, and perhaps sometimes, there were too many. Words were lovely, and words were fun. They gave shape and colors to my ideas and dreams, and they gave my heart and imagination a song and story.
Yes, we've always had a great, grand love affair, those words and me. They were always mine to do and play with as I pleased. And yet these days, I find myself resenting them. Resenting them quite profoundly, actually.
I resent them as I struggle to find the right words to express my interest in a particular position at a particular company, without sounding too eager or jaded or bitter. I resent them for the monotony and dryness they bring to my days while I sit at my desk, not wanting to draft yet another response to yet another request. I resent them for not allowing me to say what I really want to say, when and to whom and exactly how I want to say it. I resent them for not coming to me when I really need them to be there for me.
But I resented them the most when someone very dear to me used them to slice and cut through me like paper to skin recently; quickly, almost unnoticeably, but immensely painful and bothersome when the realization slowly sank in. And for the very first time, I did not hate that dear someone for recklessly and thoughtlessly throwing those words at me like spears and arrows.
For the very first time, I hated those very words for even existing, for allowing her to tell me what she told me. I hated those words for not being neutral; for taking sides, and for not being on mine.
Today I resent you. Tomorrow, I'll try to love you again.
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Getting into the mood.
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Home is where the heart is.
I am infinitely thankful.
...
He was away on business until this past Wednesday, and, whereas I was still living with my family whenever he was out of town on past trips, his absence was painfully felt much more stronger this time around, as I came home alone to an empty place each night.
The bed seemed to swallow me whole as I tried to fall asleep, reaching over to no one and nothing as I tossed and turned and yearned for him. Even the rainy, dreary weather seemed to be crying along with me at the time.
...
I am still trying to settle into these new quarters, transforming what's his and mine into what's ours, while carefully still maintaining our own personal identities and spaces... but in the midst of these transitions, there is also a certain sense of calmness to the chaos, safely enveloping everything in a soft, familiar comfort.
I want to build a home with this man, and in this home I want weekly fresh flowers in bright and beautiful colors. I want warm, delicious smells to greet every person walking through the door. I want this home, and the next, to harbor lots of love, laughter and memories with family and friends.
I want it all.
And I am working every day towards getting it.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Victoria's Secret Fashion Show 2010: PHOTOS!
Well, no, of course not. They're angels. Hur, hur, hur!... uh-hum. *clears throat*. In any case, there's not much for me to say, except that I TiVo'ed the show and watched it three times last night. Could. Not. Stop. Ogling! Still can't stop ogling, actually, but considering it's National Be A Creeper Day, I think I'm okay for the day.
... thank God for my privacy screen at work, *shifty eyes*.
Thanks, CBS, for all the gorgeous visuals.