Got a few packs of these notebooks for Christmas and I love them so much I could stand in a field, all day, just taking notes. 

One of my favorite things to do with my roomies is to sit around and watch Dawson’s Creek on Netflix in our weekend sweats and paint our nails. I am thankful for our little house and wifi and Pacey Whitter and Champion Cotton Max Sweatpants and Essie nail polish. 

What are you thankful for today?

As per Christmas tradition, I recently watched the reputable Home Alones 1 and 2 with some friends. Between the intermittent laughter and re-quoting of our favorite lines (Buzz! Your girlfriend! Woof!) we realized something significant: 

Kevin is very trendy.

If Kevin ran a blog today, he’d be a menswear fashion icon. He’s the original well-dressed imp of the big city. He’s an O.G. with a master plan and a waxed-cotton toggle coat. He’s witty and sassy and likes his milk in a goblet. He watches old movies and loves television and cheese pizza and high quality goods like toothbrushes that are approved by the American Dental Association and ski hats with a deer motif. He likes drawing things and eating massive amounts of sweets. Last year, he even got a sweater with a bird on it.

He’s basically the Internet, minus a cat. 

Kevin would be the King of Tumblr.

Don’t believe me? Look for yourself. And keep the change, ya filthy animal. 

Just thought I’d share this revelation. 

Monday Love - New Haircut

I used to associate how long and beautiful someone’s hair was with their relative popularity. This metaphor, like most things I thought whilst in high school, proved to be entirely unreliable as I discovered things like “logic” and “not being an idiot teenager.”  

There was a girl on my volleyball team who was the high school triple threat: athletic, smart, and had the longest, most beautiful hair of anyone I’d ever seen outside of the pages of the Guinness World Records/Little House on the Prairie novel. She was also, unequivocally, a world class brat. My mom always reminds me of this fact by never calling this girl by her name in stories, only by the moniker That Bratty Girl On Your Volleyball Team. At the time, I couldn’t see that through all the Hair Envy I had going on. I wanted long hair and I wanted it right then. Many-a-high-school mistake was probably made based on Hair Envy; mine was trying to be metaphorically cool via long hair. 

My hair is really too thin and wispy to be anything but fairly short. I’ve fooled myself for a long time in this realm. I look back to pictures of high school with my long, pine needle straight hair and wonder, truly, what I was thinking. This look is especially unforgiving when your hair is the actual color of pine needles.  

Throughout college I alternatively chopped and grew it out… never really deciding what I wanted. Last year around this time, I chopped it about 11 hours before my best friend’s wedding. It was mostly an emotional cut… feeling the need for a drastic change but not quite ready to commit to a tattoo or temporary-horrible-boyfriend.

This time, it got a little bit cool and breezy outside and I decided that short hair looks better with scarves. I envisioned my freshly-bobbed self skipping down Boulevard with the leaves falling all around me like a J.Crew catalogue cover. Today is hot and rainy, but I stand by it. 

I chopped my hair off again. Short hair for the win. 

Lime Pop Music - Monday Love

There are few things in life I enjoy more than a lime popsicle on a hot day. Except maybe pancakes, staying in bed and reading with the fan on high blast, or watching musicals. But other than that… Lime Pops it is. 

Today’s Monday Thing I Love is my new Mumford & Sons Gentlemen of the Road Tour Tee because I am wearing it right now and I just love it. OK? 

OK. 

Carry on. 

We’ve kayaked down Section 9 of the French Broad and the Upper Green. 

We’ve roamed the halls of Olympia High school and grazed the sandy banks of Lake Down. 

We’ve hopped through the waters of the Wind River Range and navigated the tall grasses of Max Patch on the AT. 

We’ve traversed southern France and the musty streets of Venice. We’ve shuffled through the tiled sorority houses during rush and stomped on bleachers in Sanford Stadium. 

We’ve danced and hiked and studied and worshipped and laughed and learned and cried in these shoes. They have taken me everywhere. And now they are tired. Worn out from a decade of living large. 

We’ve been together for ten years, and now you are broken and I am sad. My 15-year-old self could not have imagined all of our adventures and my 25-year-old self can’t believe it’s been that long.

RIP, my longest relationship and smelliest friends I’ve had. You’ve been good to me. 

Aaaaand I’m back from my much-needed vacation to Colorado and the great state of North Carolina. 

After hiking some sweet mountains with my family and enjoying copious amounts of delicious food, I headed to the sweet little town of Black Mountain, North Carolina, to visit one of my favorite places in the world: Camp. 

A few weeks ago, I started posting what I am calling Monday Love: a Graphical Tribute to Something That I Love. Today’s Monday Love design is a little print I made for one of the friends I visited last week at Camp. Camp and Black Mountain will always hold a special little place in my heart so I thought this was appropriate! 

Anyways! Bloggy Blog is back from vacation now, too, I suppose.

Happy Monday! 

After a very long day of moving my sweet baby brother out of his apartment with mi madre yesterday… making this poster is the only thing that seemed appropriate to get the creative juices flowing this morning as I stare zombie-like at my computer. WAH WAH. 

I’ve been moving! And it has been awesome! And horrible! But the house is cute and my friends are great and I’m just all sorts of thankful at the moment. 

Back to regular bloggy bloggin’ now. 

Mondays, Am I Right?