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.
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.
Okay, how do you make non-work friends as an adult?
Since graduating college, I have made all of my friends through work, which is good but I’m jealous of people who have non-work friends. How did they meet people? Did they talk to strangers? Meet them online first? Get a little too drunk (or maybe just drunk enough) at a bar?
I’ve decided to try the website meetup.com as well as a handful of other more old fashioned ways. I’m thinking about trying the free ukulele classes at the library, maybe trying a book club and trying to convince work friends to introduce me to their other friends.
So far, I’ve signed up for “The Coastal Crew” which describes itself as adventures, a yoga group and a mediation group. My goal is to go to one event from each thing this month and see how it goes.
P.S. I already went to one of the ukulele lessons but had to leave early. I’m now thinking about buying a concert ukulele.
This was a long week. I swear Tuesday felt like Thursday and the week just sort of dragged on from there. It wasn’t that any part of it was bad, just tedious. But, that’s okay. Not every week had to be super exciting.
Anyways, I wanted to try a new thing called “this week I’m” to recap my week. So here’s the rundown.
These week I’m…
Eryn and I ran 20 minutes without stopping!!!! We’ve been doing the “Get Running” app on my phone, and this week we reached out first nonstop run. It was hard, but worth it. I did a 5K once, but I didn’t do it without stopping. This, I did without stopping. It’s a big deal to me.
I got a new set of gouache paints, which are an opaque watercolors and completely new to me. I don’t quite get how they work yet, but I did do this painting to remember New Orleans.
Pinterest meals. Eryn and I started a thing where we cook one meal off a Pinterest meal every week. This week we did a potato dish and we made a turkey burgers with a tzaztiki sauce, It’s been a lot of fun and it forces us to try new recipes. I don’t know what we are going to do this week yet.
The Chef’s Table. It’s a series of Netflix documentaries about some of the top chefs in the world. One of the chefs operates out of Hudson, New York, which is the region of New York my family is from so that was really cool. The particular chef also has really interesting ideas about food and farming.
The St. Andrews Mardi Gras parade. It’s a big event they do in Panama City every year with so many beads. I’m not normally a parade person, but catching beads made it so much fun. We brought Addie to the parade, and she was so well behaved. I only had to pick her up when the cannons went of. Treats are her biggest motivator.
St. Andrews State Park! Mom got Eryn and I passes to the Florida state parks, so we headed out to the beaches today. It was in the 60s, which was a little chilly, but it was worth it to wade out in the water and look for shells. We were the only people out in the water, everyone else on the beach was in winter coats.
Guys, great news! There is a way of cutting open a pomegranate without your kitchen and clothes looking like a murder scene.
It’s actually really easy and doesn’t involves bowls of water special knives of anything like that, just a basic paring knife and a cutting board
The inside of a pomegranate is divided into a lot of little sections of seeds. Think of it sort of like the wedges of an orange. The trick to not making a mess is to lightly cut along the natural edges of those sections so that you aren’t slicing open the juicy seeds. The edges will create raised bumps on the outside of the fruit. I outlined them for you on this one.
Then lightly cut the edges, just enough to get through the thick outer layer.
Once you get a few sections scored, you can pretty easily pull them away from the rest of the fruit.
Please note how little juice is on the cutting board. That’s magic. Magic and less clean up/laundry.
I love pomegranate. My Dad brought it home when I was a little kid one day being like “let’s try this weird fruit I found at the grocery store” (he spends a disproportionate amount of time in the produce section), and I’ve been hooked ever since. My favorite is to eat is plain, but this recipe is also super good.
I’ve also found out Addie really likes the seeds, and that they are safe for cocker spaniels.
I love flowers. One of the best parts about moving to Florida is that they bloom sooner and longer. I can still find morning glories and roses when I walk my dog around the block, and it’s January. In New England, January means a foot of snow. This is way nicer.
Here are some of my favorite flower photos I took over the last year or so, just because I am in that kind of a mood.
These guys ^ are from Trader Joes. I used to live within walking distance, and they always had a great assortment of flowers.
These ones are pictures I took while hanging out at a nursery. The greenhouse was amazingly colorful. Sometimes, I go to plant stores just to hang out for a little bit.
I was really lucky at my last apartment to have a wildflower patch tucked away in a field about a mile away. I had daisies, blacked eyed susans, lupine, and once I even found a wild peony blooming. I made sure to always leave at least a few blooms to go to seed so the patch would keep growing. Sustainable flower harvesting.
It doesn’t matter that I have seen every episode of the Great British Bake Off twice. It’s still on in the background while I am writing that post. And I still keep taking breaks from typing, so I can watch the contestants present their baked goods that I have already seen. It’s that good. Weirdly.
In the show, 12 contestants compete in a tent in the English countryside to win an engraved cake stand and recognition. They don’t even get money.
It’s tame compared to American cooking competitions. While the recipes get fancy, there are no weird ingredients thrown at them. They have a reasonable amount of time to finish. Heck, sometimes a contestant finished early. There is no trash talking. In fact, sometimes they help each other.
Kate helps Martha out
It’s positively socialist. Everyone knows how to be polite and how to help each other out; however, they don’t sacrifice their own quality of work. Kate, as seen above, wasn’t throwing the competition when she helped Martha out. She was being kind and giving Martha that extra hand she needed to pull it off, while trusting her work to stand on its own. She didn’t lose anything from the exchange. It’s just super refreshing to watch.
Also, Martha is only 17 and is a doll. Baking like her is a #lifegoal Totally love her. Absolutely team Martha. It’s more fun when you have someone to root for after all.
Most of the episodes are fairly mellow. There are shots of flowers blooming, baby animals, friendly banter in the kitchen, lots of dialogue from the amazing hosts. However, ever now and again, something goes wrong.
The prime example is #bingate. I won’t spoil it for you but the British tabloids wrote about it for weeks. And I kind of don’t blame them.
I could try to explain how great this show is, but it’s not going to work. On paper, it makes no sense. On paper, it should not be this popular. But it’s fantastic. The best, and you should watch it on Netflix. And bake something to eat while you watch. It’s more festive that way.
So I’m going to leave you with this, and a gentle push to watch it.
This past year, I’ve been really into watercolor paintings. I find the act of creating something nice (well, hopefully nice) soothing when I am stressed out. I was looking back, and I think there has been significant improvement over the past year.
Here are some of the sort of early ones. The really early ones I am not going to share. They have some issues/don’t really look like much.
These ones I turned into labels for some candles I did as a diy.
These these little prints I use as scrapbook fillers. It’s way cheaper than Project Life.
This is one I did a couple months in that I ended up giving to my dad for Father’s Day. I like it because I have step by step photos. It’s a little sloppy, but I was starting to tackle slightly harder designs.
I even started to bring my watercolors down to the beach. I was using these really cheap paints you can get at Michaels, because they are easy to carry around with you. I think they work okay, as long as you do not use the paint brush in the kit.