November 24, 2015

So Capes, You Guys.

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I stopped by my old house over the weekend to visit my parents and raid my old closet for wardrobe pieces that seemed so eye roll emoji back in high school but are now giving off some major praise hands emoji vibes that just can’t be passed up.

And oh how millennial of me to speak in emojis. These things sometimes can’t be helped.

Tangent: Darrin discovered emojis on his phone the other night. “A Whole New World” from might as well have been playing in the background as I took him on a magic carpet ride of the cyber world, explaining how people use emojis in their text messages and emails. It was clear that he was definitely the Jasmine of the situation.

But I digress.

Back to my girlhood closet. Back to capes, you guys.

My mother brilliantly bought me a number of different capes during my high school days, and I wish I had a flux capacitor that could take me right on back to the early 2000s. My ignorant high school self would have been soooo much happier in the mornings if she knew that capes were really just fashionable blankets that make you appear “pulled together” even though you may or may not have literally rolled out of bed a mere ten minutes before.

Forget magic carpets. Let’s talk magic capes. 

And THEN! Target goes and sells these blanket scarves that are really just cheating. I mean seriously. The softness is SO REAL. And so is the struggle not to add more to my cart every time I find myself straying from whatever section of the store I actually NEED to browse. AKA the grocery section.

So if you’re debating about being either fashionable of comfy this Thanksgiving holiday, might I suggest the cape + blanket scarf combination? You’ll thank me once that turkey coma hits you riiiiight after your third helping of stuffing and fourth dinner roll.


November 19, 2015

A Weekend With Milwaukee

I spent almost all of yesterday metaphorically (and sure, sometimes literally) banging my head against my corner coffee shop table in frustration and (once 4pm rolled around) exhaustion while I was attempting to research, edit, revise, and finish a  textual history essay on literature of the nineteenth century. And while you all may find my scholarly pursuits just “oh so fascinating” (i get it. cue the eye rolls), I’ll perhaps just jump to the moral of this little paragraph to tell you that while I was literally and metaphorically banging my head I was also literally and metaphorically dreaming of the fun times we had over the weekend in Milwaukee. Where we sipped Wisconsin beer and ate Wisconsin cheese and told the research world we decided to neglect to pipe down and DEAL WITH IT.

So here are some photos from our trip! Notice the sunshine, my Minnesota friends? Yes. I, too, nearly forgot that the sun was still a “thing” in this world. Thanks a lot, November.

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Our dear friends Mark (peaking and pointing around Darrin in the photo above) and Allison gave us a grand tour of Milwaukee that has positively tainted our views of the Cream City. We spent a little time in nature, as the picture above proves. Then they took us here:

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Apparently it’s a maze? For children? OR (in my humble and often correct opinion 😉 ) some sort of ancient crop circle message made of stones that’s beckoning us to sacrifice a spotless creature to the universe or face a fate of fiery and earth-rumbling destruction.

[I mean, I can’t be the only one thinking that.]

Ancient sign of destruction or not, Darrin and Mark decided to do a few laps through the rows anyways. They weren’t struck down by a bolt of lightning, so maybe it IS just a maze…

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Downtown Milwaukee is just full of charm. Those street lamps, am I right? They’re almost begging for someone like Gene Kelly to tap dance beneath them in the rain.

[If you have yet to watch the musical Singing in the Rain, exit out of this blog post IMMEDIATELY and cue up your Netflix. STAT. Then get back to me.]

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The Wisconsin bar scene. IN ACTION.

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You know you have life-long friends when they’ll WAIT for you to snap a picture before they drink their beer. I mean hearts for eyes.

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There’s visiting Milwaukee, and then there’s visiting Milwaukee while wearing PLAID. An entirely different experience.

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The market! Where your desire to stay and browse and eat everything battles with your desire to flee from the crowds and noise and the little children with cupcake frosting all over their hands. But the cheese curds, folks. I’d maneuver through an entire ball pit of children with frosting hands just to have one more bag of Wisconsin cheese curds.

[Strange analogy. But let’s just leave it and move on.]

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I guess I sometimes look like a muppet.

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We ended the day with espresso, Lake Michigan, and a sunset that kept colorfully bragging about itself. What a weekend! Milwaukee, we’re all about your semi-hipster vibe and your old town charm. Oh and you’re home to two of our favorites. We’ll meet again, I’m sure of it.


November 17, 2015

All Cued Up

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Two rainy days and a lightning storm sure has turned what began as a normal, bitter November into a weird one. Just a few degrees colder and these wet days would have been snowy, and I would have had official permission from the weather to blast my holiday Pandora station while sipping a peppermint mocha and re-decking our apartment halls a week before Thanksgiving. But instead of snow, Minneapolis has rain. Which means that I’ll just have to close the blinds and conduct all of those holiday rituals in secret.

[OR WILL I?! she says with an evil laugh]

Darrin and I spent our weekend with dear friends in Milwaukee, Wisconsin.  Our first trip to the Cream City and our friends were sure to give us the “Milwaukee Experience” (great name for a TV show, FYI): beer, coffee, cheese curds, Lake Michigan, the market, hole-in-the-wall bars, beautiful fall weather, cheap pizza, the river walk…and who knew I could still stay up past 11pm? What a world!

But we arrived home from a colorful Milwaukee to a wet and brown and dreary Minneapolis. Minnesnowta’s magical snow better start falling soon, my friends, because the bare trees outside my apartment window are starting to look a bit awkward as they wait for the winter season. They shed their leaves a bit prematurely, if you ask me. But who can blame them? Last year around this time our windshield wipers were battling snowflakes rather than raindrops so. Come on winter. I’ve got my Pandora station all cued up. Let’s do this.

  • Sweater: Old from H&M (but they’ve got this updated version that looks WAY cozy)
  • Chambray shirt: Similar (and on sale!)
  • Jeans: Forever 21
  • Boots: Old from Maurices (SO similar)


November 9, 2015

Five Random Things Without Transitions In Between.

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Despite the sudden and sad lack of leaves on the trees, November has brought with her longer and bulkier and dare I say cozier sweaters. Which, it turns out, makes it really easy to forego the whole “pants” trend and opt for a pair of warm leggings instead. We’re off to a pretty comfy start, November. *fist bump*

Attempted to give Darrin his first haircut in over a month yesterday. I had every intention of following the fancy YouTube video we had playing as closely as possible until my hand slipped and poor Darrin had to end the night with just a plain ol’ buzz cut. I was hoping to unleash my artistic hair-cutting capabilities, hoping to give the husband the BEST haircut he’s EVER received! In my mind, there was definitely an audience that would have cheered, whooped, and applauded as I laid down the scissors and spun Darrin around in his chair while a spotlight illuminated his fancy new “do”…..Guess I should first figure out how to keep the dumb buzzer steady.  #ididn’tcutoffDarrin’searssolet’scallthisoneaWIN

Dinner tonight is frozen pizza on paper plates while watching old episodes of Brooklyn Nine-Nine and pretending like we don’t have massive amounts of reading and research looming over us for at least an hour. You bet I’ve been counting down to 6pm all. flipping. day. And little messages from the husband throughout the morning that read “PIZZA! PIZZA!” sure enhanced my anticipation.

Did I tell you that I had to walk into Target with a tampon in my nose the other day because of the random nose bleed I was oh so very blessed with on our way into the store? Apparently I have everything random item in my purse except a container of Kleenex. And yes. We most certainly DID leave with a box of travel-sized tissues in our cart, thank you very much.

 It’s supposed to snow on Friday. SNOW. Which makes it okay to start thinking about Jingle Bells, right? You know, deck the halls, Santa Claus, and ho-ho-ho, and mistletoe, and presents to pretty girls?? If I was actually a cartoon elementary schooler, I’m convinced that me and Lucy Van Pelt would have been best friends. Girl power, people.

Cheers to your Monday!

  • Sweater: GAP (old; similar)
  • Tee: Target (from one of those Mens T-shirt packs)
  • Boots: Pink & Pepper (so similar)
  • Bag: Van Huesen