Wednesday, June 20, 2018

Am I Allowed to Come Back?

WOW. Hi, everyone!

I accidentally took a three-year hiatus. Oops.

I can't say for sure that I'm back for good, but I'm back today.

So I feel like it goes without saying, but a LOT has happened in the past three years. You all know I got married, so that's not new. I've travelled a ton, started a new job, and we bought a house! I'll get into that sometime, but not today.

Here's a totally not creepy picture of my house, though! (Our grass is greener and our roof is clean now.)

Let me just jump right into this. My apologies in advance for all the non sequiturs that are to follow. I've been thinking a lot about writing again. I updated my super old MacBook Pro and happened to find a bunch of things that I wrote a while back. These things were mostly written for school, but some of them were really interesting. I had these assignments called Passion Essays, which I totally forgot about. Talk about a trip down memory lane. Anyway. They made me laugh out loud, and reading them renewed my want to start writing again. I wanted to share one of them with you.

I've pasted one below. I'm open to feedback. If you think it sucks, I'd love to know. If you think it's funny, I'd love to know that, too. I also have one more of these essays. If you want me to publish it here let me know! (Please keep in mind I wrote this in 2013. Be kind.)

Okay, let's get on with this.

I have always loved shoes. For as long as I can remember, collecting shoes has been a need – not just a want. I take a great amount of pleasure in being able to match the perfect pair with an outfit. In fact, I am a firm believer in building the outfit around the shoes. Depending on the person you ask, this is completely acceptable.

I was born with one Clubfoot (my left). Because of the surgery and time I spent in a cast when I was little, that foot is a size and a half smaller than my right foot (weird feet). It’s possible my love of shoes comes from it being the only way I could disguise this difference, and a subconscious need to make it less obvious. But I’ve never been one to shy away from attention, so that’s probably not it.

My thought is that it started with my first pair of “jellies.” At the tender age of six, I refused to take them off, and as I got older I looked forward to a new pair every season. From there the white patent leather Easter shoes fueled the love; I only wore those to church (with frilly socks, of course).

Shortly after that – around middle school, I think – it was necessary to own flip-flops in every color under the sun. I actually still wear some of those shoes, holes and all. At one point I turned into the type of person who wears flip-flops in winter, but thankfully I did grow out of that.

Now that I’m in my twenties with a stable job, my shoe collection has gone from large to absolutely ridiculous. I moved out of my parents’ house some time ago, but half of my shoe collection still lives there; there isn’t enough room for them all in my apartment. You would think that this would make me re-think my need to collect all shoes that I think I could wear at least once, but no. Any time I see a pair that I immediately can plan an outfit around, they come home with me.

It’s important that I own shoes in every color. I own clothes in every color, so I should always be able to match. I also have plenty of shoes that are multi-colored and neutral-toned. I have a pair of multi-colored-sequin shoes that I call my “Rainbow Fish” shoes after the book. That pair goes with everything.

Even as I sit here writing about my love for shoes, I can’t stop thinking about a pair that I saw at DSW recently. They are a nude pair of pointed-toe flats. They will go with everything! It’s incredibly difficult for me to go to a shoe store because I have to practice such self-control. The downside to this is that I have to go to a shoe store to buy them. I can’t order shoes online because of my weird feet.

Even though I can’t buy shoes online, I signed up years ago for ShoeDazzle. Looking back on it, that didn’t make any sense. It just brings me so much joy to know that on the first day of every month I will have a new showroom of shoes waiting for me to look at. The best part is that if I hate all of them, I can request a new selection! Just “browsing” the shoes, even though I know that I won’t buy any, makes me happy.

To break it down – and possibly to motivate myself to do a massive overhaul – I will break down my shoe collection. (These are estimates because there is no way I could begin to know how many shoes I really have.) I know that I have five pairs of boots. That is for sure. I have about 30 pairs of flip-flops, 15 pairs of flats, 10 pairs of tennis shoes, and 20 pairs of heels. If slippers count as shoes, I have four pairs of those. To many, this really is not much of a collection. For my small amount of space this is a large amount of shoes.

My mother asks me all the time to get rid of some, but here’s the thing – I wear all of them. In college I used to change my outfit about three times a day. I had clothes to wear to work, clothes to student teach in, clothes to wear while walking around campus, and “going out” clothes. These all required different shoes.

Now here I am in the “adult world” and I only change my outfit twice a day, but one of those outfits is to lounge around in after work; that doesn’t require shoes. I look for excuses now to create fun outfits to pair with one of my many pairs of shoes. I daydream about this.

Even though it’s not as easy these days to make use of so many shoes, I try my best. The love will never die, and any time I see a pair of shoes that I need, they will come home with me. Without a doubt.

Monday, June 1, 2015

So Here's the Thing... (aka: There are wedding pictures in here.)

I might quit my blog. 

I know. All three of you reading are like, "Well duh, you already did." You're pretty much right. I haven't written since the beginning of March, and that was just a quick recap of my bridal shower. So, in true fashion, here's a quick recap of what's happened in my life since then.

I got married. And got rained on. At the same time. 
In turn, I made 140 people get rained on. #noregrets

We went on our honeymoon. It was cold. And it rained. But it was SO. MUCH. FUN. I mean, I saw the Pope. (If you're interested in hearing more about this, I suppose I could recap the honeymoon before I quit the blog. Let me know.)

Rome, Italy

Paris, France

London, England

I chopped off my hair. It was liberating, and the first time I didn't cry doing it -- still totally loving this cut. 

I've also done a lot of less-noteworthy stuff, like go to someone else's wedding, tried my first Jamberry manicure (wow, there's a learning curve with that), bought five pairs of shoes, and I obviously went back to work. (Those shoes don't buy themselves.)

I feel as though I must note that the selfies and honeymoon pictures were taken by yours truly, and the totes profesh pics were taken by Ben Hallissy. He didn't pay me to say that, I paid him. He was awesome and if you're in the DC/MD/VA area (or really anywhere because he travels) I would look him up.

Monday, March 2, 2015

How to Surprise a Bride (Or: How to Have a Great Surprise Bridal Shower)

To surprise a bride:

One of my high school besties // Me with my bow bouquet // My maitron of honor and me
1. Lie to her. Make sure everyone around her lies about what they're doing, where they're going, when, and why.

2. Plan a "meeting" at a restaurant under the guise of getting information about potential rehearsal dinner places.

3. When she begins to catch on, throw her off the course again by planning another "meeting." (This meeting will turn out to be fake.)

4. If you're the bride's mother, take her to the set place of the first meeting, and have plants there waiting. (And by plants I mean people.)

5. Act very surprised to see the plants. Hug everybody. Tell the plants that you're there to see the back room of the restaurant so that you can check it out for the rehearsal dinner.

6. Have the bride walk to the back room.

7. Make sure every person the bride has ever known in her entire life is sitting in the back room, and it's especially important that they all yell "SURPRISE!" and clap when she walks in.

8. If the bride cries, you have succeeded.

Okay, so I'm sure you all caught on to what I'm trying to tell you. Basically, my mother, maid of honor, maitron of honor, and fiance all lied to me for months. I knew I was having a bridal shower at some point, and I knew it would be a surprise and that I wasn't allowed to help with anything or lend ideas (I'm a control freak, sorry).

My maid of honor made these awesome cupcakes, and then she and my maitron of honor shaped them into a dress.
On Saturday, I walked into a room full of people (and cupcakes, and food, and presents) and they were all there for me. I was so overwhelmed that I cried. #embarrassing Here's the thing about me: I hate surprises. Talk about overwhelming.

I have the most amazing friends and family and fiance to all keep this secret and spend so much time planning and executing such a well thought out surprise party. I loved every minute of it. But, I'm also really happy to know that my wedding will not be a surprise.

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