Need to get traveling. Or at least out of the house. Sure, sounds easy enough but there's a lot more to it then meets the eye. It's actually too exhausting to even get in to but it involves pants and the putting of them on...
I am a big ball of blah. At least I can still manage alliteration. Boom. Checkmate.
Well, that's not the only reason I want to get a mac book. The pressure is getting to me.
I'm a PC user, I always have been (Steve Carrell: "I'm a virgin, I always have been"). I am, however, susceptible to a good dose of peer pressure like anyone else, and it seems like everyone in the "creative industry" ...whatever that means, is a die-hard mac fan. Which makes me feel like a big wad of lame that I still rock the PC.
EVEN THOUGH every time I've used a mac it has confused the living poo out of me (ew) and left me in a state of technophobic shock. And I hate that all mac users have such an air of superiority about the fact they paid so much more for their little apple adorned notebooks. It's kind of like a cult for assholes.
Nevertheless, its a cult i'd be happy to join. Sorry PC. I'm just ostentatious that way (that means narcissistic for all you lowly PC users out there...) heh JUST KIDDING. I'm an asshole even without the mac.
I used to work in the wedding industry. I was the Assistant Director of Marketing for a bridal workbook company and before that I wrote for Oregon Bride magazine. I'd be remiss not to mention the fact that i've never been a bride-type girl. Didn't dream of it, plan it, or even really want to get married.
While that's still the case, I must admit to a wee bit of wedding fever. Part of my job was writing about the newest wedding trends, which meant spending a lot (waaay too much) time reading wedding blogs. When I came across images that I liked, I saved them for *ahem* future inspiration. It felt wrong yes, but I couldn't stop myself.
Now that I no longer need to spend my days on wedding blogs, I am going to share a few of my saved images and then be done wit it forever!
Okay, not exactly your typical wedding-inspiration type picture but beeautiful and striking color combo, yes? I thought so.
I found out what cabbage roses are and how much I love them...so full and dreamy.
Love empty birdcages! I really think they add so much awesome to any design element.
Now this picture makes me seem SO much more girly then I actually am. It's really just those pink ruffled shoes and the antique typewriter, I swear. ...Also, I like chandeliers.
Sweet, short dress handmade by my Portland girl crush Sarah Seven (I originally discovered and wrote about her for Oregon Bride)
Finally, the ring. I'm definitely not interested in a typical big
sparkly diamond ring. I like the organic, handmade, rough look of this
one (although I used to HATE gold bands, now I think they are classic
GOD that feels good to get out of my system!! Now I can focus on the billions of more important/interesting things happening in the world. I am 100% sure that my quality of life will greatly increase now that I don't have to spend my days looking at (and writing about) everything wedding.
Goodbye wedding-only blogroll...it was fun while it lasted but we both knew this wasn't a forever type thing.
p.s. Sorry I don't have info about where these pics came from. I only saved them as images... if anyone knows please tell me and i'll put it up!
I came to the sad realization today (well, if you really stretch the definition of the word sad) that the only designer clothes I own are from Target. And by designer I mean "designer" as they are still just cheap Target clothes. This came directly after another sad realization that yes, I am in fact wearing a swimsuit top instead of a bra. In the middle of January.
The swimsuit was one I recently bought, a black lace "Rodarte" top from the International Target Go collection...or whatever the hell it's called.
And yes, I only bought the top half of the swimsuit. I am that poor.
The above story has nothing to do with this picture except that I feel a strange sort of camaraderie with this little guy:
You sure can little man!
I love his serious face and handkerchief and complete lack of self awareness. But perhaps i'm reading too much in to this...I have been by myself for far too long.
I have been to Ikea five times in the past 3 weeks. It's a problem. It's not next door either, the Portland Ikea is a good 40 minutes away from my apartment. This last trip was the result of having left my debit card at the Red Robin next door the last time I went to Ikea (which was four days ago). I had to go back out there to retrieve it, ergo I had to stop in at Ikea since we had already driven all the way out there.
Confused? No? Just bored? Okay then.
The point is, my apartment is becoming increasingly Ikeaified. It's strange. I like it but I can't stop. I found this picture I saved months ago, labeled "bed." It's still perfect. I want to climb in and read a nicely designed book in it.
My mom recently sent me a link to a blog called the brass petal. She said the writing style of it reminded her of me and that i'd like it. I did. The woman that writes the blog is apparently a prop stylist, which is a completely awesome job (how do people get those *foouking* jobs!?!!!!?! ...I ask myself quietly)
This picture made me think of her with all of the perfectly placed props oh-so-casually and perfectly spread out. Proper styling makes all the difference.
P.S. Yes I just admitted I ate at Red Robin. Don't hate my friends, don't hate.
Hey, that's like facebook but switched... whoa. Yeah, i'm not scared of blowing your mind. Comes naturally.
Anywhosers, I like books. I am an English major after all.
But you know what I like more than books? Well-designed book covers. It's sacrelig I know, but I am a sucker for good design, and the first glance aspect of book covers appeals to my lazy side. You know it takes hours to read books, right?
Don't worry. I won't make a "judge a book by its cover" reference.