Wanna help with something?

Ok, so on the heels of that accidentally serious post, I got some interesting news: I was selected as one of Rent the Runway’s style awards nominees this week!

Wanna help me win? All you have to do is “like” the picture of me on Facebook. Click here to vote.

I’ll let ya know how it goes. And a super big THANKS if you vote!

Bang it out

You guys know I can’t make a major hair decision without consulting you first.

Plus, I mean, I know you love being a part of the decision, right guys? …guys? Bueller?

Anway, here’s my dilemma (to the fifteen or so people who care and are still reading…): Bangs. Yay or nay?

The fact is, I’ve had bangs for probably 85-90% of my life in some capacity. Exhibit A:

I know, I look like an elf. I was a petite child. (And seriously, why could my hair have not just stayed that color?)

But see? Rocking the bangs despite being alive for less than three years.

I could go through a whole montage of me with bangs over the years, but I was a late bloomer, so that’s just way too many awkward years for me to relive this morning. Just trust me, I’ve almost always had them.

I had bangs at my wedding:

But after that event, I kind of “decided” to grow them out. I use quotes there because it wasn’t like, an active decision. I just didn’t keep up with cutting them. As of right now, my bangs are about as grown-out as they’ve been since I was 12. (Sorry, no photo. That’s smack-dab at the start of the awkwardness.)

But I kind of miss them! Mostly when I see pretty photos of girls with bangs on blogs and Pinterest. (Natch.)

I like bangs because they make you look like you have a hairstyle even if the only maintained part of your hair is the front bit. Plus, very rarely do I pull all my hair back off my face, and I think a bit of fringe frames everything nicely. Plus, you get to look like this:


(Ignore the weird face…focus on the bangs.)

Cons: Sometimes my forehead gets greasy and then my bangs get greasy and then I look gross. Plus, when I DO want to pull all my hair back, it requires a lot more bobby pins. Plus, you get to look like this:


Well…ok, maybe I don’t look exactly like any of those photos no matter what. But you get the point.

So you see my dilemma. (Or you’ve stopped reading.)

Can I get some input from girls on both sides of the fringe debate?

Like my hair style? Follow my Repunzel board on Pinterest so we can obsess over our hair together. Come on, it’s fun!

A public thank-you

Wowie-zowie* you guys. You’re all really nice.

Or you just really like knowing someone in Glamour magazine. But I prefer to think you’re all just really nice.

The blog was five views shy of 600 total uniques yesterday, and it had nothing to do with narwhals! (Well, okay, 32 of those views had to to with narwhals. Can’t win ’em all.)

Would you believe I still haven’t seen the actual magazine myself? I’m gonna make a run over lunch, so hopefully by this afternoon I will have seen myself in all my CMYK glory.

Anyway, I don’t have any decor updates yet, but I just wanted to say thanks for all the kind comments, Facebook likes, texts, and random contact people made yesterday. Seriously, I heard from people I haven’t seen or spoken to in over six years yesterday. Madness.

The point is, you’re all swell in my book. And if you’re new to the blog, welcome! I hope you’ll keep reading and commenting. Because I like hearing from you all.

*I am not saying this randomly. There is a story about “wowie-zowie” that only my husband and my friend Sarah Hall know. But just trust me it’s funny to say.

Officially out of ideas

Uh oh, guys. I think we might be in a trouble.

Over the last few months, I feel like I have been swamped with goings-on and thangs to talk about. I mean, here’s an abbreviated list:

1. Quitting old job
2. Starting new job
3. New car
4. Projects
5. Sister’s wedding (Oops, still owe you a post about that, don’t I? Soon…promise.)
6. Half-marathon
7. Haters
8. Craftiness
9. Fake modeling
10. Narwhal madness
11. Car accidents

I mean, I did stuff. I had lots of plans.

Now…things are kind of at a lull. I mean, I have a few things this weekend and a bunch on the horizon (I’m not a total loser), but the next couple of days are a little, well, slow.

I’m going to a party…on Thursday.

My cousins are visiting again, the issue of Glamour I’m in is coming out, and I’m making big blog announcements…in December.

I’m going to Iceland…in February.

You see my dilemma.

My dad recently started a blog to chronicle some health issues my momma is going through, and when I went back to Iowa for my sister’s wedding, he brought up how he has a new appreciation for how hard it is to come up with regular topics worth posting about. Cuz, dang. It’s a challenge sometimes.

Which isn’t to say that all my posts are packed full of wisdom and insight and anecdote. We don’t need a blog troll to point out that sometimes it’s just random nonsense.

So today you get a cop-out post (but it’s packed with links to exciting posts!). Fortunately, I have a Kitchen Adventure coming at you in the next couple of days, cute party outfits, and a trip upstate on the way, and then it’s December packed with it’s awesomeness and activities.

So fear not, noble reader! I mean, I know your day hinges on the quality of my posting, so I’m working on it. Because I got you.

And let’s just hope my friends and family start saying more funny, quotable things to get us through this dry spell.

Boring, schmoring.

My weekend was really, very dull. I mean, sure, I got a lot of cleaning and organizing done (boo-yah), but I spent at least 75 percent of it on my butt, on the couch. So lame.

I should have at least gone to the gym. Oh well, going tonight, and I’m running a 5K on Thursday, so that has to count for something.

Anywho. I used to get really stressed out when I would have a useless weekend. Part of it was that I was unhappy at my job, and if I didn’t do anything over the weekend, the two weeks would just sort of blend together in this smudge of unhappiness and stress.

Plus, when the hubster and I were just innocent little daters, the weekend was really the only time we got to see each other. So a wasted weekend was wasted time together.

To some degree, I think I still have the mindset that I have to do something or it’s like that time never happened. But in another way, I feel like I’m getting over that.

Guess I’ve just resigned myself to boring old age and death. (I’m kidding. I still do stuff, just not this past weekend.)

I should probably just be grateful for the time off. This weekend, I have plans, including a day-trip upstate on Friday. And then it’s like, DECEMBER, which just boggles my mind. And there are lots of exciting things coming in December. Just you wait.

Closets. Conquered.

Listen. I don’t want those of you who said I couldn’t do it to feel bad. It was an arduous  ordeal I was facing, and it was anyone’s game.

But the fact is: I conquered the front closet and bathroom shelves.

Here’s a quick refresher of what they looked like PRIOR to conquering:

The front closet:

The bathroom shelves:

Not so great, right? Well, then I whipped them into shape. First, the bathroom shelves:

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I used two of these bins from Target to keep the unruly towels in line, then organized all the toiletries. I also FINALLY found a use for the (otherwise useless) hamper under the shelves. (Seriously, it’s too narrow to fit any actual clothes, and it would be so much more helpful to have three more shelves. Alas…) It is officially where we store toilet paper and paper towels. They fit perfectly.

Next, the front closet. This is where we keep coats, jerseys, winter wear, wrapping paper stuff, hockey gear, shoes, the iron, and a million other things. It’s sort of the catch-all because it’s the only closet we don’t use to hold clothes. Here’s the new organizational system:

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It may not look ALL that different, but that’s mostly because all my photos look a little dingy. Here’s a break down of what is new.

First, I made better use of our really tall closets by adding a second shelf on the upper shelf (using a shoe rack from Target with the middle shelf taken out). I put the stuff that we rarely use on top of that, and the stuff we use more frequently underneath.

With the bulk of it up top, it left room on the floor for Joey’s skates, a couple pairs of boots, hockey sticks, and the vacuum.

My two favorite parts of the new closet system were ideas borrowed from Pinterest. (Naturally.) One was the shoe rack filled with cleaning supplies (and a few spare shoes of course). The other was storing my scarves neatly instead of shoving them in a box:

Genius right?

I even took on the hall closet and cleaned the kitchen and living room, AND finally fixed a loose hem on my black pencil skirt for good measure.

I know. I. Know.

Basically, I’m feeling much more organized in life. Also, I had a really dull weekend. But mostly more organized!

Anyone else get some cleaning out of the way this weekend?

Bean there, done that

This morning I discovered* a Starbucks less than a mile from my office. This is a good and bad.

Bad because I now know where it is and will have to restrain myself regularly.

Good because a day started off with a grande non-fat latte and a gingerbread biscotti is the best kind of day.

Plus, I unloacked a badge for going to 15 different coffee shops on Foursquare. I’m not even going to pretend that doesn’t thrill me.

I’m not really a coffee snob. Similar to my relationship with wine, I can’t really tell the difference between the “good” stuff and the bad. All I know is if I like it or don’t like it.

Usually I’ll hit up McDonald’s for my morning fix (of coffee…not wine…I’m not an alcoholic), but their lattes definitely vear toward the bitter. Dunkin has a decent latte, but it doesn’t quite pack the punch of Starbucks. (At least in my mind.)

Honestly, I make coffee really strong, so as long as I have milk or creamer in the house, I’m just as well off making my own. However, we really need to go grocery shopping…so here we are.

Any true coffee snobs out there care to argue my analysis?

*I never really discover things.