Discovering & Rediscovering

Guys, I have to go back to work in two weeks. Help. I’m not ready. The United States is not ready. I’m still deciding on what to do. Meanwhile, I’ve been taking lots of long, luxurious showers and baths, perfecting the art of daily naps, celebrating the fact that leggings and sweatpants are not only acceptable, but the most appropriate choice, and signing up for way too many wine clubs.

I have purchased a stupid amount of drawer organizers, foot peels, deep conditioners, and canned goods. One day my cousins kept me hostage on a Zoom video chat for over an hour. I ended up enjoying most of it, but I’m not the type of girl who enjoys long phone calls with nothing to say. Even in quarantine. But I love them all madly, even in an annoying situation.

I have rediscovered salads. Salads with a mountain of olives and goat cheese and bell peppers. How/when did I forget my love of salads? Also my love of ice cream but let’s not discuss that. I have cooked just about everything that Chrissy Teigen has cooked on her Instagram stories, in addition to crepes. I don’t want to brag, but I’ve gotten really good at crepes. Now I’m trying to master fried chicken without frequently cooking fried chicken. How does that work?

One day I organized and cleaned out all of the kitchen cabinets, cleaned out the fridge, organized my kitchen gadgets, and ordered everything that I thought was missing. The next day I watched television for sixteen hours straight. I’m not exaggerating. I wish I could say that quarantine was making me super productive, but that would be a lie. Most days I’m just napping, scrolling Instagram, and eking out things that need to be done, like laundry.

The Bae ordered flooring for the basement, and I’m excited at the thought of a pretty, finished basement, but annoyed at having to help. I used to be really indignant during my teens when my mom would call me lazy, but now I’m just ready to accept it. I’m lazy. Don’t ask me to enjoy housework. It just ain’t gonna happen.

Flooring the basement is happening, though. So I’ve just got to suck it up. Since I’ve been exercising and stretching, my lower back has ceased to hurt so it seems I don’t have anymore excuses. I’m kind of shocked at the advantages of exercise, kids. Not gonna lie.

I think that’s all the updates I have for you today! I’ve gotta go build my immune system.

Bisous.

Glossier is in Atlanta

Glossier opened a pop-up shop in Atlanta last Wednesday, and I…was at work. Then this weekend, the Bae and I rented bikes to ride the beltline, and when we got to Ponce City Market the line at Glossier was circling around the building. There may have been a time I would have stood in a line like that, but that time has long since passed. So today I tiptoed out of work and went. With some friends. As if it were a field trip.

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It was delightful. They were burning Byredo candles in the store, and if you follow my beauty and skincare Instagram, you know how I feel about Byredo. Guys…I bought a lot of ish–the perfume, an emerald eyeliner, an exfoliating toner to test out, blush, a lip moisturizer, lip gloss… I really should have left my wallet at work. But now I have fun, glossy new things to play with! I ain’t mad at that.

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But now I have to go finish the work I blew off to go to Glossier. Why do I do these things to myself?!

 

Bisous!

Keeping Busy

My dad had a stroke. I don’t know how that’s going to turn out and, as you can imagine, it’s rough. So I’ve been keeping myself as busy as humanly possible because when I’m not all the worst case scenarios swirl around in my head, and they’re just too much.

I ironed every sheet set in my linen closet. And I know it started as a distraction, but I really like the way crisp, ironed sheets look on a bed. Very picturesque–so of course I staged a photoshoot. But the lighting wasn’t the greatest and my angles were off, so I gave up and just took some photos of stuff around my house for Instagram. I love taking pictures and staging scenes. It really makes me forget about everything else going on around me.

Then I went to Target, and you’ll never guess–they now sell the robot mop I was looking for a couple of weeks ago! I bought it because…desperate times, desperate measures and all that. It’s pretty small, and I have no idea how long it’s going to take to clean my kitchen but I guess I’ll know that once I get it up and running. It’s still sitting in the box, because I’m just not in the mood right now. But I bet that trying to figure that thing out would take up a lot of brain energy, and that’s kinda what I’m looking for, isn’t it?! Okay…maybe I’ll set it up tonight and let you know how it works next time.

After I came back from Target, I went to Sephora’s website and ordered some stuff to take advantage of the VIB sale. They only have it twice a year, and I use it to buy all the stuff I love but deem too ridiculously priced to buy at regular cost. I’ve been so good this year with not spending all my money in Sephora. And it hasn’t been easy! But I’ve just forced myself to finish something before I buy/try something else and that has worked for the most part. I did become obsessed with cream blushes, so I have a lot of those. But I use a lot of those. One day a coworker told me that I looked sun-kissed and just off of vacation and that was only because of the blush I was wearing. It’s magical, kids. And now I’m obsessed. Follow me on my new skincare/beauty Instagram page (in the sidebar!) if you want to see what I’m buying/trying not to buy from Sephora!

Okay, that’s it. I’ve gotta go figure out some other stuff to keep me busy. Perhaps I’ll start reading another book. Or organize my car services/repairs binder that I’ve been meaning to do forever.

Bisous.

Grown

I just texted my friend with a picture of my new rose gold chrome nails, and her verbatim response was, “Biiiittttcchhhh.” That means she likes them.

Tomorrow I’m going to a friend’s birthday dinner, so of course I’m conditioning my hair with an egg right now. I don’t remember where I heard about it, but last time I tried it, it made my hair extremely shiny. Try it. You’re welcome.

Earlier today I came home and decided to make fried chicken for dinner. On the fly. No prep. It was a whole disaster. I’ve been taking classes, but, er, um, I’m still not ready for the impromptu-no-recipe-no-preparation-dinners. It was depressing, so I went online and bought another silk robe. What does one have to do with the other? Thank you for asking! When I prance around the house in a silk robe, it makes me feel like I’m killing it at this being-an-adult thing. I mean, only adults do that, right? See? My logic is airtight.

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Alright, I’ve gotta go rinse my hair and get back to this Golden Girls marathon I’m watching on TV. When I was a kid, Dorothy was my favorite character, but now I’m kinda vibing with Blanche. However, I think both of them are too mean to Rose.

G’bye!