Oh, hello April

245.365 :: gritty/pretty

And hello, dreadfully neglected blog. I suppose the biggest cliche in blogging is to write about how you haven’t written, or to apologize for not writing. And I could certainly do that. In the past few months, I haven’t done many of the things that I usually claim to be my hobbies: writing, reading, crafting… (although I have still been taking pictures) Because I’ve been busy? Because life gets in the way sometimes? Because I no longer have the downtime I used to during my work days? Because I really only ever wrote about impersonal things (like crafts) instead of life anyway, so when I stopped doing those things I had nothing I wanted to say?

I don’t really know.

But I have been craving writing again, and I think I have things to say, or maybe just things I want to document. (I haven’t even written in my paper journal since before the tattoo last summer. There has been a lot of Life in the time since then, that’s for sure.) So here I am.

And to get me started, here are the things that I absolutely want to tell you about: the craft supplies I’ve bought in the past few months and can’t wait to use; how I feel about my Big Career Change six months later; how that dumb True Colors personality test finally makes sense; getting! engaged!; why the internet makes planning your wedding more frustrating… and maybe somewhere in there I’ll find six more things to cook or craft so I can finish that damned Handmade52 project, too.

2011: A Year in Photos

Another year over, and what a year it was. I don’t really know how I’ll look back on 2011. I tend to be reflective around my birthday, and not as much at this time of year, but I’m feeling, well, reflective as the hours tick down toward 2012. I haven’t written here for real in a while, and I’d really like to change that in the new year. 2011 held a lot of good and bad, and as it draws to a close, we’re fully into the good, and I am so glad for that. I have a lot of hope for 2012, and I like that feeling. This past year tested me in new ways, stretched my patience and my ability to have hope that things would get better. I turned 30. I left my beloved apartment to move a whole county north to live with Dan finally, and that has been truly awesome, even if I still miss my beach and my pizza and my bagels. I suppose that other than turning 30 and getting a tattoo, I will look back on 2011 most as the year I made a huge career change, one that I was scared to make. I’m not a librarian any more, and I don’t have any regrets. So here are my favorite photos from this past year… I can’t wait to see what 2012 brings, and I hope you all have a wonderful and happy new year!

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stripes are orderly and predictable, unlike life
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no hitters
handmade52.10 super giant cowl
blue skies and hope
hexagons
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now THAT's a beer sampler
two hours later
waterfront bokeh
1.365 :: 30
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18.365 :: thirteen
mildly suspicious
the salt marsh
37.365 :: Day at the Races
33.365 :: it's a metaphor
51.365 :: carlos o'connor's
52.365 :: Mets vs Cubs
101.365 :: urban jungle
107.365 :: evening glow
139.365 :: the glowy best
149.365 :: sparkle
152.365 :: crystals
159.365 :: lights and bricks
162.365 :: the Navesink at night
164.365 :: goodbye, 2011!

Dear Daylight Savings,

I really don’t like that you are leaving us this weekend. Not just because we’ll get less light after work, but because I will no longer get to see these amazing sunrises and sunsets on my commute thanks to just an hour of difference.

104.365 :: morning blur

107.365 :: evening glow

And I think that kind of sucks.

Love,
Elizabeth

Week 38: The Craft Room!

the craft room: before

Confession time: this is what the second bedroom has looked like since we moved in two and a half months ago. This was arguably the part of our new place that I was most excited about (other than finally living with Dan, I guess), but somehow, with moving, and then our birthdays, and then a trip to Cape Cod, and then changing jobs, and then being so busy I don’t have time to text at my new job, I just couldn’t ever muster up the energy to do this the right way.

See, for my 30th birthday, my parents bought me an amazing piece of furniture, namely a wooden cart with EIGHT drawers in which to organize my crafty stuff. It didn’t arrive until a few weeks after my birthday, so ostensibly I was delaying setting up the craft room because of that, and then delaying because I wanted to come up with the MOST PERFECT way to allocate the drawers, and MOST PERFECT is kind of overwhelming sometimes.

Anyway! It was getting hard to do any crafts at all with the room looking like that, not to mention kind of hazardous to get anything from there. Dan’s parents were coming over this past weekend to see the new place, so I finally unpacked and got everything put away just so a few hours before they arrived.

the craft room: ready for action!

And it is SO GREAT in there now. I have light, space to work, and everything is organized in a way that I can rifle through it without making a giant mess that’s overwhelming to clean up. I can even wheel the whole cart over to the table if I want. I’m jazzed. I know I say that every week of Handmade 52, but this? This is what it’s all about, dudes.

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this may have been the kitchen table once a long time ago, but it’s the perfect craft desk.

the best thing ever
the super coolest piece of furniture EVER.

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crochet/knitting magazines, minibooks, and composition books and blank notebooks

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washi tape, embellishments, binder rings

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glue and things that stick things

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scissors and things that cut

stamps and stamp pads!
stamps and ink pads

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paper scraps

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paint and paint brushes

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cards and blank paper already cut small

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bigger things, crayons, buttons, etc.

Week 32: Getting Settled

I’m sure it’s nothing but obvious that at this point, I’m struggling with this Handmade52 project. Once the move was over and I finally had a moment to breathe, I just couldn’t muster much creative energy. I have a few ideas but following through on them… just hasn’t been happening. I’ve been so TIRED.

And as I was using my borrowed wide angle lens to take some photos of what our new apartment looks like, now that it’s almost at a point where I want to show it off to people, I realized that settling in, unpacking, arranging furniture and tchotkes is creative and handmade, too. It’s a bit of a stretch, but it’s not like I haven’t been doing things since I stopped counting them for this project. So. For week 32 of Handmade52, I’m counting getting settled into our new place, because I think we’re really close to being where we want to be, minus a few wall decorations. And that’s super good stuff.

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the living room!

dining room and kitchen

craft room/second bedroom

the craft room/second bedroom

extra bathroom

master bedroom

master bedroom

the patio

Summertime

Cynthia posted last week with a bunch of ideas for pure fun, and I couldn’t resist, especially since a few of them lined up with things I wanted to do this weekend anyway.

This is the first weekend in a very long time that hasn’t been taken up by packing, moving, unpacking, or otherwise getting settled… and I really, really wanted to take the opportunity to make the most of it. And not in the way that you traditionally think when someone says that they want to make the most of a few days off. I wanted to sleep in, sit on the couch and do nothing, and mostly just take some time to recharge.

On Friday night, while Dan was stuck late at work, I painted my nails, since last week’s manicure was already chipped badly. With Cynthia’s list in my ear, I couldn’t help it… so I painted my nails alternating pink and an orangey coral. Since I couldn’t decide between the two colors anyway.

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And I totally love it. Even if it is a little silly.

And then on Saturday, we finally, finally slept in a little bit, and had some bagels from my favorite bagel place that I’ve been hoarding in the freezer, since we still haven’t found a bagel place near our new apartment. We watched Kindergarten Cop (seriously, how did I ever forget how funny that movie is?) and just … sat. And it was wonderful. And then? We walked across the street to the ice cream store, because we haven’t tried it yet and holy crap it’s within WALKING distance. We both got ice cream cones, just because we could, something that you really can’t do when you’re driving to and from the ice cream store. And that was pretty wonderful, too.

pure summer

And then we drove down to Seaside for a friend’s birthday dinner, where much beer was consumed, and we even escaped before the Jersey Shore-ish crowds gathered on the dance floor.

Sunday included more sleeping, and then I made huevos rancheros for Dan for the first time. He’s a convert. We spent the afternoon on the couch; Dan played xbox while I caught up on my archives project, and then we watched the Mets for a while. Then! We had ice cream and fresh fruit, and watched movies and more movies.

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I even hung my Es, which is super, super happy.

18.365 :: thirteen

We found a tasty local Thai restaurant for dinner, and rounded the weekend up with more couch. I could get used to this.

Moving Week with a Side of Birthdays

So last week was a pretty gigantic one for me and for Dan together. And I’m feeling like I need a week to recover from my week off. Dan and I both have made a habit of taking the week that contains both of our birthdays off from work, and it’s a tradition I completely adore. Last year’s Birthday Week Extravaganza was one of the best weeks, ever. This year’s birthday week ended up being moving week, and while I was reluctant to surrender the All Birthday All The Time mentality, having a full week plus a few days on each end to deal with everything having to do with moving out of two separate places and into a new one, together, was completely vital.

Here are some of the highlights, as well as some photos I want to preserve for posterity.

I started the week off with a Harry Potter double feature with my brother and a few of his friends. We saw Deathly Hallows Part 1 at 9pm, and then Part 2 at midnight on Thursday. And it was AMAZING. Both to see them back to back, to be seeing it at midnight, the first moment we could, and the movies themselves. Dan has never seen the movies, so we’ve been rewatching all of the Harry Potter movies amid moving, and having this story I love as an anchor has been kind of nice.

The first weekend was spent doing projects at our new place with my parents. We painted over the ugly mint green walls in the dining room (and I totally forgot to take before pictures!) and put up blinds and curtains. We went out to dinner with Dan’s family to celebrate his birthday, my birthday, and his brother’s birthday, which is also within a week. And Dan ate a one pound burger and then had to pose with a stuffed cheeseburger.

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Then we had to go back to the couch drawing board, after our first choice ended up being way, way too big. We went to several stores and I got to experience the joy of someone who is both very tall and has exacting requirements about how high the back of a couch should be, and exactly how his feet should rest on a recliner or ottoman. Luckily, we finally found a couch and a recliner that we both love, that were super on sale, AND that didn’t come in ugly colors. We also spend an incredibly fun afternoon at Ikea, where I yet again drooled over Expedits, but where we bought necessary but not as jazzy things such as a table for Dan’s desk, coffee table, and some end tables. (And meatballs.) Oh, and we saw a Somerset Patriots game for Dan’s birthday on Monday night.

Of course, the part that I’m leaving out to save time is that in between all of these bigger errands and fun birthday things were multiple trips in both of our cars between my old apartment and our new one, and between HIS old apartment and our new one. Every time we were passing by, we dropped stuff off. We really just used up every moment, and had very little time to just sit.

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(my color-coded box labeling system actually got COMPLIMENTS, you guys. Not laughter. I’m still shocked. Each room had a color, and then I also wrote on the label what was in each box. It was both pretty and helpful!)

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Wednesday was Moving Day, or The Day With The Truck where we emptied my old apartment. I’m infinitely grateful to my parents, my brother, and my sister and her boyfriend for yet again carrying all of my shit. Especially to John, James, Dan and my dad for getting the orange couch out of my apartment over the balcony. (That couch went to my parents’ house, where it is PERFECT in my old bedroom, or the room they are now calling the “back bedroom”.)

Picnik collage

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It was a long, hot, sweaty day, but we had bagels and pizza from the (very, very tasty) pizza place we can now walk to, and we got a ton of unpacking done, too. Then Dan and I drove into New Brunswick for microbrewed beer and greasy food.

Thursday was my birthday, which I’ve written about already. 30 wasn’t like any other birthdays I’ve had, but it was good to get some unpacking done, and to get dressed up to head into Princeton for my usual trio of Paper Source, Triumph Brewery, and Bent Spoon cupcakes.

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On Friday our furniture was delivered, which was pretty fantastic, not only because we finally had a place to sit in the living room. And then we drove down to Lakewood to see the Blueclaws play, which was more fun than you’d think given the 90+ degree weather. And Saturday, we spent a long time at Dan’s old apartment so he could pack and so we could (blissfully) just sit and watch a movie. Sunday was the day I finally unpacked more, and the day that allowed me to finally feel like we’re settling in.

baseball under the lights is still one of my favorites

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(my parents surprised me with a giant bunch of birthday balloons. when was the last time you had balloons? they are SO fun.)

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Now that I’m back at work, people keep asking “how’s the new apartment?” and “how was the move?” and all I can come up with is that it was COMPLETELY EXHAUSTING. Amazing, frustrating, stressful, fun, and oh yeah, our birthdays were in there too, but just so exhausting. I’m physically, mentally, and emotionally just full. And a bit overwhelmed. But now it’s Tuesday night, and I’m typing this while sitting on my new couch next to my red striped and yellow striped throw pillows while watching a baseball game, and I’m finally starting to feel like this is really, really, really good. But I’m also glad to be getting back to normal life. Because enough with the Big Stuff for a while, right?

Thirty.

I feel like I have been talking about turning thirty all year. And I guess I kind of have, what with the 30 Before 30 list and everything. (I am still working on a few of the items, and will definitely write to wrap up the list once things calm down a bit.)
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July 21, 1982. One.

As a kid, I had a strange history of putting way too much importance in my own birthday. There were a lot of years of stressing about what the perfect gift might be, or how to spend the perfect day. I have been afraid all along that the oh-so-typical Birthday Stress would be exponentially larger, since Turning Thirty is such a Big Deal And Whatever.

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July 21, 1984. Three. THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR THE CABBAGE PATCH DOLL.

But now it’s here, and I didn’t really end up coming up with anything outrageously noteworthy to do today, unlike most of my friends who have planned big parties or super fun things to do with large groups of everyone who loves them. I couldn’t even think of what to tell people I wanted. And the biggest surprise to me, the same girl who used to FREAK OUT the week before every birthday (it’s the last time I’ll ever swim in a pool while I’m 13!!), is that I’m totally okay with all of it. I am wearing a striped dress and giant pink, red and purple earrings with my purple saltwater sandals, I’ve eaten a bagel and will soon consume frozen yogurt, a beer sampler, and some cupcakes. I’m spending the day with my love. And that is pretty damn great.

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July 21, 1985. Four.

29 seemed like it was going to be The Year, and really? It turned out to be not great at all. There was so much stress and hassle and tears and frustration and for a really large part of the year, it felt like nothing was going as it should, and that everything was more difficult than it needed to be. Right up until this past week, when I almost broke my foot and had unexpected and expensive car repairs. So, no, 29 was not what I expected. But I think that fact is what has helped me approach 30 with increasing excitement and hope the closer it got. My teens were spent knowing somewhere deep down that I just didn’t fit in. My twenties were years of endless searching. For my place in the world, for a career, for fulfillment, for love, for friendship… And as I sit here, newly 30 and perhaps a bit too reflective, I can’t help but feel for damn sure that everyone who has ever told me that their thirties were the best years EVER was SO RIGHT.

Because Dan and I just moved in together and even though the last few weeks have been unsettled and chaotic, things are coming together SO nicely. And I have some of the best friends in the universe. And a craft room. And a brother and a sister and parents who know me better than anyone and who have carried my shit way too many times. And someone who really loves me. And I’m having a really great hair day.

So thirty, bring it on. I simply can’t wait to see what you have in store.

365.1 :: 30

Week 28: This Post is Actually About Moving

So things have gotten a little crazy around here over the past few weeks, but so far I have still managed to keep up with Handmade52. Somehow. Maybe partly because I need the distraction, even though I can’t really afford it much longer. I started an afghan this week, one that I saw in my summer issue of Crochet Today. I couldn’t find the yarn that the pattern called for, so I went with the old standard Red Heart Super Saver, and I’m okay with that. A ripple afghan is a pretty classic thing to crochet, and I feel a bit like it’s a right of passage. Or, okay, fine, I just wanted to make one and I like the stripes of the one from CT. I started it over the weekend, and am enjoying the mindless stitching as forced relaxation amid the chaos. Because I’m moving in a week.

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I chose the colors when I thought we were buying a camel-colored couch, figuring that red and teal could be my accent colors. That was before I found out that the couch we loved was entirely too monstrous for our not-overly-large living room. So we don’t have a couch, but I’m still crocheting.

Moving is stressful. I’m sure you all know that. But it’s so much more than that for me, this time. It’s all gotten so complicated, the things that I am sad about, combined with the things I am excited about. Add in the fact that I’m, you know, turning 30 the day after I move, and my brain is kind of on overload. But I’m getting ahead of myself.

Dan and I have been together for two years and nine months now, and we have livedan hour apart the whole time. He works nights, I work days, so one of us has been driving ut to see the other every weekend. And it’s doable, it’s certainly not as difficult as many people deal with, but it has gotten old. When I started my current job last fall, we decided that it was about time to think about getting a place together, because we are both just so tired of packing a bag every other weekend, figuring out where we’ll be, adjusting plans based on who we’ll be closer to… etc.

We found a place that we both like, despite an awful, frustrating process. And it’s good. And I’m happy. I’m in a good place as far as packing goes, and I’m off starting on Friday for what was originally supposed to be our Birthday Week Extravaganza (Dan’s is on Monday, mine on Thursday) but is now Moving Week with a Side of Birthdays.

But.

I know there shouldn’t be a but. And I’ll get to the things I’m excited about in a minute. But for me, this is kind of the end of an era, and it is hard, sometimes, to always be expected to only talk about the things I’m excited about. Because there are a lot of things I’m going to miss, little things that I am losing. I’ve now lived by myself for four years and now… I won’t. I like living by myself. There’s no one to judge me for how often I eat cheese and crackers for dinner. Or the fact that my refrigerator is stocked with beer and cheese and cranberry juice most of the time. I love my bedroom and the sunshine during the day. I love my wall of Es and how close I am to my family. And Chipotle. And my favorite pizza in the world.

But more than anything else, I love that I have lived 15 minutes from the beach all of this time. (All my life, truly.) I can go there when I need inspiration or when I’m sad or when I just want to smell the salty air. And I have never been able to imagine not being so close.

Except in a week I will no longer be that close. And that is making me really sad.

Okay, fine, I’m only moving an hour northwest. And Dan and I will finally be together, and we’ll have a pool to swim in and I’ll have someone to cook for. And we won’t have to miss each other on weekdays. And you guys, I’m getting a CRAFT ROOM and it will be full of my books and craft supplies and it is SO SUNNY. And I will be able to do laundry whenever I damn well want to, instead of once a week at my parents house. There’s an ice cream store and a pizza place within walking distance. And holy crap, we’ll be TOGETHER.

So there’s sad. But there’s good. And yes, I’m turning 30 right in the midst of it and that makes everything even more complicated and stressful. But I’m still crafting, and life goes on, in both big ways and small ways.