I can't stand guns. Or selfies. But when you swap one for the other, I'm completely onboard. Whoever started this trend, I tip my hat to you. (And while I know Harry wasn't exactly Scarface, that last one was too good to pass up.)
I'm a sucker for a great video, and this one's my crush of the week. I never thought Knorr was a particularly sexy brand (mmm... soup mixes.) And I'm definitely not one to ride out a full YouTube ad. But this lovely clip checks both of those boxes and I adore it.
Can they set up this perfectly-catered, magically-lit room in Chicago? And find me a charming guy with a similar passion for wine, pizza, and tacos? Because I'm in.
On a separate note, this reminds me of the "First Kiss" video that made the rounds a few years ago. It, too, was a beautifully shot ad, and I probably watched it 10 (or 50) times.
I don't care if it's an advertisement or that they may or may not be actors. To me, it's sweet and authentic and makes me a little less terrified to put myself out there again. It turns my fear into butterflies. And I'll take as much of that as I can get.
Let's pretend it hasn't taken me a year and month since I wrote that last post. When it comes to blogging, my consistency is less than stellar. Same goes for Weight Watchers. But it's my birthday today, so I think that means all blogging and self-improvement sins are forgiven.
I've been into TED talks lately. Like kind of obsessed with them. I cue one up on my ride into work, and another on my way home, and it makes me feel all wise and scholarly for the day. Yesterday's was by Gary Lewandowski, a professor of psychology at Monmouth University. He talked about relationships and break-ups and the extreme highs and lows that accompany each. And at the end of his talk, he likened it all to the Japanese art of Kintsugi.
(Don't worry, I'd never heard of it either.)
Kintsugi artists take broken pottery and mix lacquer with gold, platinum, or silver to glue it back together.
Rather than hiding the cracks or pretending it never broke in the first place, kintsugi takes the opposite approach and literally makes those cracks shine. I immediately Googled a few photos, read a blog post, and am hooked.
I'm obsessed and am totally stealing this concept. Divorced? Nah. Kintsugi'd.
I have a love/hate relationship with Weight Watchers, but we're gonna hop back on the wagon today.
If you need a snapshot of our starting off point, here's a quick recap...
Everyone up to speed? Cool.
Presenting... the Museum Selfie. This is a thing, and I love it so much. Olivia Muus and Sophie Hotchkiss are the masterminds behind this project. The next time I'm in Copenhagen, I'm totally looking them up.
For more artistic awesomeness, check out their full gallery at Museum of Selfies.
Dear God, these lamps are everything.
In other news, I think I might need a green dresser in my life...
And I'm sensing it should be campaign...
Maybe with this wall behind it...
That is all.
When I first toured my apartment, the bathroom was my only hold-up. But then I remembered the price, location, and presence of a dishwasher -- and five seconds later -- signed on the dotted line. As I was ripping out the check, I reconfirmed "The bathroom will be fixed, right? Like they'll replace the toilet and swap out the medicine cabinet and patch the wall etc, etc."
Note to self: while you're signing a check, the only answer you're going to hear is yes.
So needless to say, when I moved in, the bathroom still pretty much looked like this.
As you can see, it's one of those lovely 1985 fixtures that uses big globe bulbs. My first instinct was to rip it off the wall and buy something new, but that white metal piece is stuck. Cemented. With the strongest adhesive known to man. So my only option was to paint it where it was. Cue the masking tape and spray paint!
And the homestretch was a flurry of Home Depot runs, more spray paint, elbow grease, power tools, and one seriously impossible towel hook. Instagram probably tells the story best...
And then, one morning, I woke up and had myself a bathroom.
What a difference a year can make.
On April 1st 2014, I'd been...
- Divorced two weeks
- Selling my home
- Still living with my ex-husband
- Apartment-hunting on lunch breaks
- Packing boxes after work
- Writing my Maid of Honor speech for my sister's wedding (in 18 days)
I still don't know how I survived that stretch without a constant IV of wine. But through all the craziness, I dreamt of one thing...
An apartment of my own filled with:
- beautiful things
- a cuddly pet
- a kitchen where I could teach myself to cook
- and maybe (just maybe) a lovely guy messing up the recipes next to me
It's April 1st 2015 ... and four outta five ain't bad.
All along, I had every intention of starting a blog. But in the end, I was too busy doing to ever start writing. So now that life's calmed down a bit, it seems a good time to begin. What I dreamt of last year was a nest. And that's the perfect word to describe my home now -- lovingly pieced together from a year's worth of flea market trips, Craigslist hunts, family storage closet cleanings, and manymanymany Pinterest experiments. This apartment has truly been my therapy, but that name was already taken. So we'll go with something a little broader. Because these days, I still feel like my happy self, just set on a path that's a little wilder.