I love keys, mostly because there is something alluring about the fact that each key opens a different door. Currently working on a vintage key collage so let me know if you find any online or elsewhere!
Archive for January, 2010
friday favorites: keys.
Friday, January 29th, 2010winter.
Wednesday, January 27th, 2010
Well folks, I am happy to report that I am having a sparkly/smiley day, and not just because of the sunshine. Please read my last post if you have no idea what I’m talking about, although be warned—it wasn’t pretty.
My friend Kelli summed it up quite nicely: “Just come back and talk to me in the Spring when I’ll be happy again.”
I often wonder if I suffer from seasonal affective disorder, although I am fairly certain you must live in Seattle or Forks, Washington for that to occur (yes, that’s a Twilight reference—you’re welcome). Needless to say, this rainy streak has been affecting my mood lately and in order to move past that, I have decided to focus on the positives of winter.
To be perfectly honest, I actually pity winter. Correct me if I’m wrong, but it must be the most unfavorable season out of the four. Think about it. Spring offers new fashion trends, skirts, sandals, pretty flowers, comfortable weather, birds chirping, and the anticipation of summer. Summer brings swimming pools, barbecues, the beach, great fruit, margaritas, and the anticipation of fall. Fall gives us scarves, boots, new TV shows, crunchy leaves, pumpkin spice candles, and the anticipation of….Christmas.
Maybe that’s just me being a holiday junkie, but I never seem to get excited about winter. Christmas and New Years? Yes. Freezing cold temperatures, grey skies, and storms wreaking havoc on my backyard? Not so much.
So, out of pity for winter, and in light of the sunshine today, allow me to present a list of things I love about this season:
1. Winter gives me an excuse to drink a ridiculous amount of tazo tea.
2. I can finally use up all those Starbucks gift cards.
3. I adore rain boots, especially mine because they are pink and polka dotted.
4. Thunderstorms are romantic.
5. Sleeping in on Saturdays are more enjoyable when it’s dark outside.
6. I love falling asleep to the sound of rain.
7. Peppermint hot cocoa, and peppermint ice cream (yes, I know they are opposites).
8. The smell of pine needles.
9. I have an excuse to be pale.
What’s your favorite thing about winter?
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the rant.
Sunday, January 24th, 2010
Do you ever have one of those days where you can’t shake a bad mood? You might as well have “grumpy” stamped on your forehead because it’s so obvious. And no matter what happens, you have no desire to be cheerful. You’re in the mood to be a grouch, and want to stay that way because you’re stubborn. You want to go to bed grumpy and sleep it off. Tomorrow’s a new day. A new day full of sunshine and sparkles and smiles.
But today? Today is everything-is-bothering-me day. And trust me when I say, everything is bothering me.
As a firm believer in the power of venting verbal therapy, I am going to attempt an experiment here. I consider my blog to be a safe place, one in which I may speak freely. And you, my faithful reading audience of 24 (yes, you’re growing….get excited), have every right to either read or not read, and to listen or not listen.
Therefore, you have been warned: I am about to go on a massive rant. This rant has nothing to do with things that have happened to me today, but things that have happened to me over the course of 20-something years. As an embarrassingly self-proclaimed stubborn and impatient creature, one of my biggest downfalls is the fact that things bother me when they shouldn’t. Yes, I would love to change that about myself, but not today. Because today is everything-is-bothering-me day and I need to change on a day with sunshine and sparkles and smiles.
So, here we go. The list of everything I can think of, off the top of my head, that at some point in life has irritated me in one way, shape, or form. If you are currently enjoying a sunshine/sparkle/smile day, please stop reading. I would hate to turn your good day into a bad one. However, if you are already experiencing a bad day, please enjoy. I hope this will be as therapeutic to you as it is to me.
I cannot stand bad drivers, including, but not limited to: people who drive too slow, people who drive too fast, people who run red lights, people who don’t go when the light turns green, people who can’t park straight, people who do not know how to merge, people who drive when they have no idea where they are going, and of course, people who crash into other people (driving brand new cars) at red lights because they are not paying attention.
I do not like when milk and/or other food items are put back into the refrigerator when there is enough milk and/or said item left in the container for a small leprechaun to consume. I do not like when people act like they are too busy, when in actuality, they have more free time than I do. I absolutely despise ants. I do not enjoy the company of girls who get dressed up to go to the gym. I hate talking over noise. I do not like being put on hold. I do not like strangers coming to my house to sell me things that I do not want. I also despise junk mail. I am not a fan of stray cats, especially when they procreate and howl in the middle of the night from my backyard, where they are destroying my plants.
I do not like when I am overcharged for a hair appointment. I do not like to feel useless, and I do not like to feel unappreciated. I cannot stand people who put on a show. I do not like liars. Rain spots on the windshield bother me. I am not a fan of purses that are too big or too small. I don’t like noisy eaters, or people who invade my personal space. I get really irritated when people talk on their bluetooth in the bathroom, and even more irritated when people talk on speakerphone in public.
I hate when mocha spills out of the top of my Starbucks cup, and I hate when ice cream leaks from my cone. I do not like it when people order drinks and/or food for 17 other people who are not there. REALLY?!? I get super annoyed when people who are in high-level positions cannot a) spell or b) type or c) both. Please get it together. I hate when commercials are 3.8 times louder than the show I’m watching.
And lastly (because I’m tired, not because I’ve run out of things to complain about), people who WALK AT A SNAIL’S PACE in crowded areas, smack in the middle of the walkway. Clearly this is a lack of patience on my part, but seriously?! Please get out of the way, now.
Okay readers, I’m sorry about that. Honestly, I am. But it had to be done. And if it’s any consolation, I am feeling tons better (and probably won’t need to rant again for a long time). Tomorrow is a new day, full of sunshine and sparkles and smiles. Well, maybe not sunshine, but sparkles and smiles for sure.
As for today? Get it all out if you need to. I hereby invite you to use the comment section of this post as your personal vent-fest station. Trust me, your secret’s safe with all 25 of us—I promise.
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glorious disaster.
Friday, January 22nd, 2010
There are a lot of things in life that bring me joy, one of which being the art of organization. I call it art because in my opinion, organization takes on many different forms, inspired by each individual organizer. From the OCD neat freaks (like me) to the messy scatterbrains, everyone has the right to their own system. However, I must confess—I wasn’t always neat.
Gasp.
I know, I know—shocking, right? In my defense, it used to be cool to be messy. You remember….circa 1999 or so. I was in 7th grade and thought I was the epitome of awesome in my white jeans and Limited Too denim jacket. N’sync posters on my closet door and diary key hidden safely in my pillowcase, I thought it was SO cool to have a messy room. My mom would complain about my messiness to her friends as I smiled proudly. I was a teenager. A cool, messy teenager, and I loved it. I can remember making my room messy on purpose, just so it would be a glorious disaster.
Seriously, gross. I quickly grew out of that phase (thank goodness) and decided one day it was then “cool” to have a functional room. One where I could hang out in my spare time—you know, reading Sweet Valley High and talking to friends on instant messenger. I formed good habits, and Mom was proud. Then one day, my fiance (now husband) and I decided to buy our very own house. It was strangely mature, something only grown-ups did. I think for the first six months or so, I still felt like Barbie playing house. But as time progressed, and as we made our house a home, the organizational obsession ensued.
Here’s the thing—organization agrees with me. It makes me a better person. When things are put away, I am happy. And I want you to know, it’s okay to be organized. Sometimes organizational gurus like myself get a bad rep, but I’m here to tell you it’s FINE. Celebrate your systems.
It’s okay to do a little dance when you enter The Container Store. It’s okay to color-code your closet. If you want to alphabetize your DVD collection, go right ahead! Line your shoes up neatly and roll your socks into pairs. If you want to file your mail according to urgency, that’s okay! Just like it’s okay to make sure all of the condiments are facing outward in the refrigerator door so you can read the labels.
No, I’m not crazy. I’m organized.
Deal with it.
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