Out With the Old

You were fun sparkles but it's time to move on...

Out With the Old

You may have noticed the new color scheme going on today. I decided it was time for something a little more "summer fun" and a little less "makes me want to cozy up with a cup of cocoa" around here. I usually like colors that are a little darker because I think it's easier on the eyes, but I tried about 800 colors and landed on this. If anyone finds this extraordinarily difficult to look at let me know.

New Ink!

So, I got two new tattoos this weekend. Both are in white ink as are all the rest of my tattoos. The first one is a tree drawn by Lauren Child, one of my most favorite artists, for a fabric she designed. It's on the side of my left leg on my calf. You can go ahead and ignore how incredibly pale I am.



The other one is a little sleeping cat on the nook of my right arm. I'm thinking of him as my Javier cat except not in a creepy portrait tattoo way. Note the claws. It's all in the details.


I couldn't be happier with them and it makes me smile just to look down at myself. All this adorableness came courtesy of Sean Lanusse at Infinity Tattoo here in Portland, OR.

It's Valentines Day! And this has nothing to do with that!

I know there are a lot of single people who get all worked up about Valentines Day and feeling lonely and blah blah blah but I like this holiday. I like the decorations, I like celebrating something positive, and I just love love.

Unfortunately I don't really have anything exciting to offer you that has anything to do with the holiday. Probably because I am single. I do have hair inspiration photos to share though because, whatdayaknow...this girl wants to change her hair. Again.

From the tips of my fingers...

Remember four months ago when Lady Gaga made "greige" happen on the September cover of Vanity Fair? Well someone should totally get me a magazine cover because I'm about to make beigrarple happen.

I bought this color, Muggins by Butter London, back in August and am just now getting around to wearing it. It's sort of a tan/gray/lavender color, it looks way more purple in the photo with flash than it does in real life. I'm pretty sure it's a new favorite though. I could probably use some cuticle oil too.



Also I think Day 3 of the photo month ("post a photo of the cast of your favorite show") is really stupid so I'm not doing it. My nails are probably more fun to look at anyways. If anyone cares I like Gossip Girl.

Welcome Home

Today is moving day. And it's almost over. I woke up at six this morning to do more last minute packing and drop Javi off at his new home. Where he proceeded to have not at all the reaction I predicted. I thought he would love having a new more spacious home and the chance to explore new territory but instead he collapsed on the floor of my new closet in a meowing heap obviously thirsty yet refusing to drink. It broke my heart but I had to leave him after a half hour to go to work. I text Craig about my cat worry and how I was pretty sure he was going to meow the whole day and not drink anything and escape from the apartment never to be found again. He was extremely unsympathetic. Sort of the way he is when I tell him I'm itchy which definitely means I have cancer.

At noon I left work to scramble pack (yes, I was still not finished) and meet the movers. I'm just going to throw it out there that if you ever have to move you should hire movers. Without a doubt. Those guys are fast and you literally don't have to carry a single box. The other day Craig and I were talking about things we would rather do than move (sans moving company) and he threw out there he would rather take finals. I said I would rather be bitten by a snake. Or have surgery.

So anyways, I'm sitting on the floor in my new place while these guys bring things in. And I'm feeling really happy. I love this space, the actual having more square footage but also just the way this home feels. Even filled with boxes.

And here it is.

This is my kitchen. With enough room for a table!




My living room with bunches of light and space and a great nighttime view of the city. I can see Mt. Hood as well.


Bedroom...


This is my new closet. It is the biggest closet I have ever owned and I'm probably more excited about this than you know, having a living room. It's "L" shaped so these photos show two different sections of the closet.



I have a bathroom. It's cute.


This is my hall that is gigantic.


I've had six parking spaces reserved just for my moving today (three at each building). There were permits involved. I'm not even going to pretend it doesn't make me feel special.

Feeling Inspired

Tomorrow is moving day! I went to bed at 2am after spending the evening packing, having a meltdown about packing, then packing some more. Luckily this girl has good friends, including one lovely lady who remained calm while I was stressing about piles of magazines and shoes (I know, I know, ridiculous) and offered to come help me pack this evening. But, even after going to bed at 2am I woke up on my own at 5am. Because I was that excited that it's the day before moving day!

My apartment is a disaster right now and it's throwing me off. I don't really handle piles of boxes and not knowing where anything is very well. Also, even though I've moved a billion times I don't have my packing method perfected. I started packing my closet by just starting packing. There was no rhyme or reason. And now getting dressed is difficult. None of this really matters though because tomorrow I get to sleep in my new, full of light apartment. And I don't even have to move a single box myself. In celebration of this, and because for some reason it just seems appropriate, today I am going to post bunches of photos from my home inspiration folder. They make me happy so hopefully they do the same for you.

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My least favorite thing ever.

I hate packing. A lot. This will be the 12th time I've moved and I know to some that's rookie territory but it's about 10 times too many for me. I've decided to make things somewhat easier on myself by hiring a moving company. Which means all I have to do is pack and then tell people what to do (which happens to be one of my favorite things). But I still have to pack. And that makes me whiny.

Luckily, one of us seems to be quite relaxed about the whole thing.

"People who haven't red hair don't know what trouble is."

So I did it. I'm officially a redhead.

It's the kind of red that's dark and deep and rich. One of those colors that doesn't scream what it is. My hairdresser did a better job than I can describe getting me to a color that's definitely red but not so far away from where I was that I suffered shock. This photo doesn't demonstrate truly how red the color is but the sun is nearly down and also I'm too lazy to go outside and take a photo. Perhaps tomorrow though.

I feel like a new woman. A new sassy woman.

Update: My hair in the sun.