Recently, this none-too-pleased look Daisy is demonstrating so well has become my go-to resting bitch face. I’m crabby about work (looonngggg list of reasons there). I’m crabby about my weight. I’m crabby about money (where does it all go??). I’m crabby about vacations not taken.
Basically, I’m a crab monster. And as fun as that has been for everyone who dares to cross my path, I suppose it’s time to be an adult, recongize my power in my own happiness and make some changes (<— God, that sounds horrendously cliche).
So armed with a notebook, some financial apps, pinterest and some common sense, here are the changes hopefully coming to a theatre near me.
$50 of extra spending a week. Based on my calculations, if I hit that number my Bank of America app will stop yelling at me. Eventually.
Put $80 a month into my retirement account, because if I do that I can’t stop working one day.
With the exception of all the cool stories I get to work on and cool things I like implementing, it’s time to stop talking about work outside of a work. There has to be other things out there in the world to talk about.
And actually while at work stop talking so much about work, more importantly coworkers. You do not need to know who said what about who or failed to do what part of their job. More importantly, you don’t need to tell other people who said what or who didn’t do what. You really, really don’t.
Go exerise. Whining about your weight does not count as exercise, go walk. Maybe you can become one of those annoying work people who talk about fitness all the time.
Take one trip a season. I’m thinking somewhere with a pool for summer, somewhere with some mountains for fall, a cool city in the winter and if we are lucky (/dedicated to the $50 a week rule) a cool tropical vacation for Belize.
Go volunteer more. If you have the free time to be crabby, you have the free time to volunteer.
Start making some cool stuff again. You need some cool shelves in the kitchen, a neat beach cover up and some soap. Get to it.
While you are at it, clean up your house a little better. While poor Eryn makes dinner, seems like a good time for you to contribute.
While we are on the topic of good habits, let’s establish a good nightly skin care routine, a morning workout, blogging (do I say this every time I actually post something?) and maybe go to bed and wake up at reasonable times.
What habits do you have to help keep you from being a monster?
So last year, if you remember, I had a May Day Brunch and it was so MUCH. FUN.
I can’t even.
So if you would like to have your own May Day Party this year, I though I would tell you really quickly how I put that pole together.
It was actually really easy.
Here’s what you need:
Crepe Paper in a bunch of colors ($1 at the Dollar Store)
10 ft copper pole from Home Depot (about $10)
Drill and Bit
Tiki Torch holder
The whole thing ended up costing me about $15 to make, which I think is pretty reasonable.
Okay, so the here’s how you do it.
Drill a hole through the top of your copper pipe. The metal is pretty soft so just apply a slow steady pressure and it went right through for me.
Bend you wire into a crown like shape, the same way you would to make a flower crown. Then using the same length of wire create a cross section the can go through the hole and attach to the opposite side of the pole.
Measure out pieces of crepe paper that are about twice the size of the pole (20 ft) and start taping to the wire. Until you have as many streamers as you want. I did 10 because five people were coming.
Store the pole inside until day of. It’s only crepe paper so you don’t want it to get wet or spend too much time out in the wind. Then move it outside.
To stake it into the ground, you are going to want to have your tiki torch holder already in place, and then put the pole into it. I put about 6 inches of the pole into the ground and that was good enough to hold it.
And that’s it! You are ready to twirl and feel a little bit like a pagan or a fairy. It took about an hour to get everything together. Have fun!
This good thing sounds a little mean but… My neighbors are moving!!!!
In my defense these are bad neighbors. The kind of neighbors that drunkenly show up by your porch wanting to talk. The kind that repeatedly call the cops on each other. The kind with a small yappy dog that won’t stay in their house or stop barking. The kind you are constantly wondering if they are dealing weed.
But the Uhaul was here, just about everything was loaded inside and I am now looking forward to spring and summer nights on my porch.
Eryn was right, and I was wrong. Arcades are fun with a broken elbow.
I was really convinced I wasn’t going to be able to do anything, but it turned out the only thing I couldn’t do was pinball. In fact, Eryn and I had a record day with more than 1,000 tickets!
Which means we finally earned the 900 required to win the fabled selfie stick!!!!!! Yay!!! This was months in the making.
Look at all that beach. You just don’t get that with a normal selfie.
Other really great things that happened yesterday: Eryn surprised me with a giant palm tree after listening to me talk about digging one up and stealing it every single time we drive around. Apparently, she did not think that was a good idea.
And Miss Adeline got her very fancy new collar so no more jingling.
Today, Eryn and I took a mini road trip to go see what’s new at anthropologie, grab a lunch (and some deserts) and then bought some plants at our favorite nursery on 30A. The weather was great. The cashier at the garden center was super nice. And it was just fun.
(This post is part of The Crab Project. A document of one good thing a day to stop me from being a crab.)
Worked. This week I worked so much, until 8 p.m. most nights.
Honestly, a bunch of late nights combined with office drama made me pretty grouchy most of the week. I’m still working on not letting what other people are doing or other people’s rule breaking bother me. It’s a lesson I’ve been working on since literally third grade, but there’s still hope right? Right?
I’m going to go with yes. In fact, I found the perfect notebook to record all of work angst, and then let it go. Get ready for a lot of “Idiot, pretentious male coworker did this stupid thing today and was not publicly shamed” entries. Is it possible he’s being shamed via email? Absolutely. Has that historically been enough for me? No, but I’m over it.
Anyways, the weekend however has been great. On Saturday, some friends and I went out to hunt for scallops at Port St. Joe. After hours of searching, we only found one living one (Ryan Seascallop) but felt it would be wrong to bring him home. Red tide basically wiped out the scallop population for at least this year. So as Patti put it, “We have to let him reproduce so we can eat his kids.”
The weather was spectacular. And we swam/kayaked/floated our way out to this “island.” The photo (taken by Patti) shows a very small fraction of the number of pelicans that were hanging out.
Then, on Sunday Eryn and I headed over to the 30A Farmers Market. It is so cute, and oh my goodness the free samples are amazing. I have finally found a hummus as good as Trader Joe’s, and I have really missed good hummus. There were also macarons, which is always a win, and a bunch of cute shops. I got my mom’s christmas present as well as the notebook.
Plus, I’ve been stitching away on my We Make Collective kit. Here’s the first thing I’ve finished.
Every now and again, I have dreams of being a “good blogger” a.k.a. one of those people who is essentially publishing a mini magazine with really great photos and DIY daily. But I’m just not that person (right now), and that’s okay too. I don’t feel like being upset with myself over something that is supposed to be fun.
So here’s what, I’ve been up to…
After coming up with a bad case of wanderlust, I convinced Eryn to drive up to Georgia (six hours round trip) to go hiking in Providence Canyon State Park. The hiking was really easy because you just drop down into the canyon, wander through all the different branches, then walk back up. We saw one person doing it in flip flops. It’s that easy.
The clay though did stain Addie’s white fur. One bath in and she’s still a little discolored.
That’s my girl.
I also went to the beach a couple times after work. After spending too much time on Pinterest, I was inspired to hand stands in the waves. This (predictably) resulted in my smashing my face into the bottom after said waves caught me off guard. I have had essentially floor burn on my face all week as a result. It looked real attractive.
On the flip side, there were dolphins. It’s a give and take.
Then of course there have been plenty of Olympics, and I’m starting to get into embroidery. Let me know if you have any ideas about what to make with all my cool stuff.
Recently, I was looking through my pins and realized I was pinning a lot of pictures of shelves over beds. Mostly, I think I liked the addition of plants.
The area over my bed has been basically a blank wall since I moved in last November. I don’t even use a head board.So when I saw the theme, I thought I could do that. My first trip was to Target, but all of the shelves were about $30 and not quite what I was looking for.
So, of course, I decided to DIY it. This shelf took less than a half hour to make and cost only about $12, plus you’ll have some extra materials.
Here’s what you need:
A 1 by 6 board (I went with pine and had the guy at Home Depot cut it in half)
Suede lacing (or different rope, as long as it can hold the weight)
Sewing needle + a bit of thread.
So here’s what you do:
1. Measure where you want the holes to be. Mine are 2 inches in from the sides, 3/4 inches from the front, and a half inch from the back.
2. Drill your holes. You want them to be as close to the size of the lace you are using as possible.
3. Put your lacing through the holes. To make it easier, I used the needle and thread. I put a stitch into the suede lacing and then let the remaining needle and thread hang off. I used this lead to make it easier to squeeze the lacing through the holes. Tie a basic knot to secure it.
For a long time, I wondered if I was a mountains girl or an oceans girl.
Now that I live 20 minutes from literally some of the best beaches in the county (I’m talking white sand, emerald green water) I think I can safely say I am a mountains girl.
There’s this feeling you get when you are at the top of a mountain, and you look down and everything is small. You feel wild, untouchable and free with a heavy dose of accomplishment. It’s this untamed beauty that leaves you with the most wonderful sense of perspective.
Sometimes they make you feel big. Sometimes they make you feel small (in the good way). But either way, they leave you with a certain feeling of rightness.
Every summer, I end up missing the mountain in New Mexico and listening to campfire music while looking out over the plains. While Philmont overall wasn’t always sunshine, those are some of my fondest memories. I still listen to an audio recording I made sometimes.
I’m hoping to be able to get back up to New England this fall and do at least a little bit of hiking. I’m sure I will complain nearly my entire way up the mountain, but the view at the top will be worth it.