Remember my Blogiversary contest? I actually did pick a winner, I swear, I didn’t just make all that up and buy myself a present, although I did sort of want to, because I am a bad person. A very bad person. Anyway, the winner was Rachel and I hope she got the Anthropologie gift card I sent her…Rachel? Also, Rachel does not have herself a blog but she does have 1. an awesome sister and 2. a super cute two year old, so I fully support her decision to buy herself some fancy $50 Anthropologie earrings because she totally deserves them. Sometimes a lady just needs some sparkle in her life. Especially anyone who is a mom of a two year old.
I have a raging case of writer’s block, which is conveniently timed with the start of 31 for 21 on October 1st. That would be tomorrow. That means I’ll be posting every day in October, and you can look forward to reading even more self centered drivel than normal about how I can’t think of anything to write and how much I hated the sucky sucky Trader Joe’s Gluten Free Brownies (oh holy hell, NOT GOOD), and about how my mood has shifted from cranky to lacking the energy even to talk about how cranky I am and how it feels like I’m slowly being smothered by a heavy lead dentist blanket. Fun! Times!
I still haven’t chosen a paint color for my living room, or knobs for my cabinet. I did decide that the cabinet was too blue so I threw some red crap in there and it looks a lot better. Obvs this necessitated searching for more red trinkety hoo ha for hours on Etsy. And I’m not done yet! Go me!
Remember my quandary of the duvet covers? Couldn’t figure out what I wanted? I ordered one (below)
and it was ok. In theory it fulfilled all the requirements, it didn’t clash with my curtains and Mr. E did not hate it. It gave my bedroom a nice mellow modern look. It’s a much nicer green in person. And it wasnt too girly. However, I will be honest and say that I didn’t love it.
Then I found this duvet cover
and it went against all the requirements I was looking for and I bought it anyway, instantly, because I loved it from the moment I first laid eyes on it. I just got it and put it on my bed today and it is the duvet cover of my heart. It have the strong urge to cuddle it. Now we have two duvet covers which means that one can be on the bed and one can be washed and I know, you never knew how exciting life could be until you read about my two duvet covers. I know, I know.
Mr. E and I actually went and did something without! our! child! this weekend and it was A. Freaking. Mazing. Despite the ass hattery use of cell phone cameras and my general dislike of crowds. This picture doesn’t do it justice, but I will never forget this for as long as I live.
It was like being in church, the forest, and heaven, all at the same time. If only I had taken a picture of it on my cell phone! Ass hats.
We visited an open house while we were walking around San Francisco, and while on the one hand, the price was so high (900K for a 2/1) that I felt no pangs of “I wish this were mine”. On the other hand, I couldn’t help it, I did make some unfavorable comparisons between the decor and my own. The perfect crown molding and the perfect chair rails and the cove ceilings and the expensive furniture sort of got to me. Although it swung a tidge towards “old person who shops at Eddie Bauer” for my taste, it was just so NICE and CLEAN and Pottery Barnish. Mr. E pointed out that any ahole with a charge card can turn pages in a catalog and say “I’ll take this, I’ll take this, and I’ll take this” but let’s be honest, we are rocking the garage sale chic hard at our house, and some times I can successfully give myself the pep talk about how true style takes time and actual people LIVE in our house and some of our future plans are pretty good, but other days I wonder if it just takes a checkbook and a professional to make things look how I want them to.
I haven’t started my Pulitzer reading list but I’m reading The Gathering, which is on the Booker Prize List, and it’s not going well. It’s great writing, but boring AND creepy. A rather non magical combination, if I do say so myself.
Also, I have written exactly 0 words on my book I vowed to write, so that’s going well. I am actually percolating an idea, though, despite the fact that it’s not a good one. My real problem is that I just want to write Prep. And yet, someone’s already written it! Sucks to be me, eh?