I just read one of my good friend’s blog about his travels for his summer internship. I feel like, although I find great enjoyment out of my day to day life, it is hard to keep a blog when you don’t have any epic traveling experiences to muse about. I’m just craving to get lost in a foreign city (which wouldn’t be too challenging, since I have barely breached outside of Texas). But alas, I will trek on, attempting to amuse you with my daily Texan happenings.
Work has been… work. I am growing increasingly thankful for my employment as I see many of my friends unable to a job at all, borrowing thousands of dollars from their parents to pay rent. Although typing at a computer isn’t what I want to do for the best part of the summer days, I am able to financially support myself, and for that, I am very grateful.
Now, it would be a long stretch to say that I am financially sound , though. So, when approached with the reality that Clint and I have little, to no, furniture for our new apartment that we will be moving into in August, I pulled my deal hunting guns out. Clint, being the creative motivator of our group of two, decided to implement specific job titles for our up and coming marriage. He decided to dub me “head move in coordinator”, which, when said, is much like a tone used to get a puppy to run over to you, or to get a baby to smile. His tactic worked, and I puffed my chest up in head move in coordinator pride, picturing myself directing in where everything was going to go, and having the whole place decorated, homey, and guest-ready within the week. Well, I soon found out that “head move-in coordinator” was Clint’s clever way of saying that I was financially in charge of providing the furniture and decorations for the new house. That rascal. So I have been assuming the duties of my office, and finding us (well, me.. really) deals. Craig’s List still had my wallet feeling down, and, honestly, I’m not sure how I feel about meeting up with people I don’t know. Lucky for me, everyone and their mothers have been evacuating their townhomes and apartments for the summer, and the couch that their dad gave to them to take to college isn’t gonna cut it for the new room mates’ color scheme, and out it goes to the curb. I got a really nice (and wonderfully comfy) beige couch that someone had planned on throwing away, and with the help of some of my guy friends, it is now in 7D. Bingo. As for a coffee table, I found a large, antique window (rustic, white painted wood with several glass planes) at a garage sale that I will be putting on swirly iron table holders. We also have my parent’s old juke box that we’re super pumped about. I’m still scrounging for desks, but hopefully fate will bring me a deal, as it so faithfully does.
Things with the wedding have been crazier than ever. I’m getting married NEXT. MONTH. Can you believe it? I can’t. But I’m pumped. I have currently been making the save-the-dates to send to the family, which are very time-consuming, but I wanted them so bad to have a homemade feel to fit in with the rustic, homey feel of the wedding. I just want everything to be meaningful and warm, not a production. I hope that people can come to my wedding to enjoy themselves, have a cupcake, and share in the love that Clint and I want to show each other on this day. By inviting only the people that have specifically played a role in nurturing and caring for me or Clint (whether individually or as a couple) will really make this event special. The guest list is only 65 people, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
In other exciting news, I just got recruited to play on an Ultimate Frisbee team, classily named the “disc lickers”, that will be playing in a tournament on Galveston beach for a whole weekend later this month. It’s a coed team that both Clint and some of our friends will be on, and I am in charge of designing the tank top that our team will be wearing (though, I have a strong feeling that no one will want to be wearing anything other than a bathing suit on the beach).
So, I stumbled upon this gem of a craft that I absolutely HAVE to make: a doily lamp. Okay, don’t curl your lip just yet.. look at the picutures below and tell me that you don’t think that’s just splendid. I have decided that I can’t consider myself a hippy without personally making one myself. I have searched high and low for affordable cloth doilys (who knew that they were so expensive!) but I found some at a store called Benjamin Franklins that I am told resembles the oldtime “five and dive” stores. I’m not even sure I know what that even means, but if it provides me with doilys, I like it. I had them put some on hold, and hopefully I can start project doily this weekend.
How awesome are those patterns it casts on the walls
Well I hope everyone has a wonderful day. Thank you for reading.