Moving is hard and stressful and brings out the procrastinator in me. That said, we’re doing it anyway and at the end of July, we’re moving to Massachusetts.
It was a week of family, celebrations (my twin’s wedding (!) and the Fourth of July), and hopping back on the (blogging) bandwagon. Since the wedding was on the 30th, I completely forgot about the holiday weekend and found myself with a lot of downtime. There’s only so much Netflix-watching and NYT crossword puzzle-doing a person can do before they start to go a little stir crazy with themselves. So here we are again with blogging and the act of putting something out there into the universe that at least feels somewhat productive. Consider it my atonement for the binge-watching I’ve been doing.
Besides toasting the newlyweds and becoming addicted to Glow, here are a few other things I’ve been staring at, puttering with, and thinking about this week.
Here’s to a weekend of celebrating newly engaged friends, catching up with others from out of town (hi, Alice!), and pretending to watch a baseball game when we all know I’m mostly going to Yankee stadium for the company and Shake Shack.
If you need me, I’ll be sniffing these strawberries for the remainder of the evening and trying not to think about how much they cost.
If I manage to pull myself away from said berries, I’ll be trying to do one of a few things: finally finish Hillary Clinton’s book (informative, but not exactly light); convince the cat that we won’t ever take her on a road trip again (the attempt to bring her to MA this past weekend was wildly unsuccessful); or poke around on Pinterest to find a wedding invitation design that matches the image I have in my head (the internet is wonderful and awful at the same time).
Hope your June is starting with a couple of expensive produce choices, some long walks so you have an excuse to catch some of those summer temps, and hopefully a book that’s a little more fun than Hard Choices (recommendations welcome)!
Usually I’m not a big hobby person. As a child, my pastimes of choice were reading and following my mom around to tell her how bored I was. She’d always tell me that I “just need[ed] to find a hobby” and my boredom would be solved.
20+ years later, I’ve (finally) figured out how to trick myself into finding new hobbies. Present it as “learning new skills” and I immediately get on board. That way, hobbies come to feel like personal development instead of activities to pass the time. Right? Right?
In the name of “personal development” a couple of weeks ago I signed up to learn a really foundational skill: how to make a flower crown! K, so not totally foundational to life as we know it, but so much fun!!
The class was held at Kanibal & Co (wonderfully curated shop in Jersey City, make the trip) and led by Christa Akers of A Petal to Peddle. Christa knows her stuff and has such a passion (and talent) for working with all things floral. Her excitement is contagious, to the point that I walked out thinking I should totally quit my day job to play with flowers all day.
Who knew that flower crowns involve so much floral tape? I didn’t even know what floral tape was before this whole thing started, but now I’m convinced that I should be stockpiling it for all future corsages and crowns, cuz who knows when my skills will be called upon???Not sure if I’ve officially found my new hobby (since I don’t think I could get away with wearing a crown on the reg), but it was so much fun to learn something new, even if it was something on the silly side.
What are your hobbies? Any crazy craft that I should get into? Leave a comment! Teach me!!
We’re engaged!!! I’m late on blogging about it as we’re now about a month into it, but it’s fun to relive a little, so I’m going for it.
After over three and a half years together, Steve proposed on a trip that I had planned as a surprise birthday trip for him to upstate New York but that plan quickly got hijacked (much to my ignorance) and turned out to be a huge surprise for me instead. During the moment, all I could repeat was “this is crazy, this is crazy, this is crazy” while having full body shakes. After officially accepting, my parents came waving out of the woods and I sounded like Kristin Bell when she found out a sloth was coming to her birthday party. It was awesome.
We celebrated with my family at the Hillside Schoolhouse which in all fairness deserves its own post of abject praise and adoration and I wish I could live in that place and weekend forever.
Now we’ve got a wedding to plan! We’ve got our “venue” booked (read: my neighborhood growing up in Massachusetts) and a “wedding planner” (read: my dad who relishes planning any event with many moving parts), so I think we can pull this thing off. We can’t wait!