im your huckleberry.

a new place to live. a new red lipstick. a new hair-do and a new brassiere can do wonders for a newly single gals life. you be surprised how uplifting in can be to have an uplifting bra. boobs out. shoulders back. smile painted on.

i decided about a month back that my life needed a re-boot. i didn't want to live in my sad past. hoping that the boy would wake up. remember he loved me and come back. i awoke one morning and realized i just didn't want that life, and i don't think that i wanted it while i was even in it. so, i chopped 3 inches off my hair. moved in with an amazing woman that loves to cook. loves the show's i watch. loves wine. loves the pup. and puts up with my night owl schedule. i bought new clothing and a new bra. turns out i've been wearing the wrong size all these years. who'da thunk? i went out and purchased some new makeup, to paint my once sourpuss into a pretty new and fresh picture. and i felt....refreshed and alive again. i remembered who i was. i remembered having fun. i remembered karaoke. i remembered the amazing women that inspired me on a daily basis and how i hadn't surrounded myself with them nearly enough.

with this post, i bid adieu to this particular blog, too many memories that i cannot bear to look at and still can't bear to completely delete (as it was a very big part of my life and a bigger lesson about growing up) but do not worry. i will be starting a new one fairly soon. this next one will be complete with pictures too. (fingers crossed) if i can ever get myself a camera that is....

so thanks to those that have followed me (all 3 of you) and i shall see you on the other side!!

can i handle the seasons of my life.

well. i've been afraid of changing cause i built my life around you.

the peacock.

my thursday evenings are filled with all my favorite people.
michael scott. leslie knope. and my most favorite and who i want to be when i grow up, Liz Lemon.

singing into a bottle of pinot grigio. wearing a fanny pack to work. an addiction to hard cheese and hot dogs? i think we were meant to be bff's forever. 

maybe it sounds boring and slightly sad. but i enjoy my thursday night 'me' time with the bigs and my favorite people (albeit, they are fictional but i am ok with that)

secret habits.

as of recently i've been obsessing over lifestyle blogs. i love taking peeks into other peoples lives and getting inspired by all the amazing women out there and all that they have to offer.
today i (stalked) read through this girls blog for hours: elsiecake i love, luff, lurve her handmade artwork, her love story and her cute hair and tattoos. not to mention i am in lust with her little shop that she owns with her equally talented friends. so awesome.

i woke up not feeling all that great today so i have been watching cheesy movies all day like 'ps - i love you' and a personal fav of mine 'the holiday' i just love that kate winslet. i also watched 'the client list' and i immediately felt like i should never have said that outloud. but here i am, sharing another secret of my single sad little life. ha! i kid, but i definitely have my single gal behavior that i'd never like others to know about. like when im watching tv or a movie, i run my hand through my hair pulling it straight up and letting it fall haphazardly. i end up looking like the bride of frankenstein. weird weird weird. who knows why, it just feels good.

ps. today i am thankful for janelle monet on the grammys.

wakey wakey, eggs and bakey.

i've never been what one might call, a 'morning' person. it takes me almost a full 3 hours to actually 'wake up' after waking up and getting out of bed. i am the kind of person who needs to decompress before my day even begins. since i work in the service industry, i don't typically have to work till late afternoon/evening. giving me plenty of time for a morning coffee or soda and some tv time to catch up on.
its one of my strange habits. i'd like to be able to just wake up and go. get in the shower. get going. take a run. but, no. i need to curl up with my pup for a solid hour. read my fashion blogs. drink some caffiene and then shower and move on with my day.

my friend Eric has been visiting from Portland with his lovely GF jack, whom i've completely come to love. she's loud. she collects gin. she's my new BFF. its my decision. unfortunately. they live in portland. but fortunately, its not that far of a plane ride and i can't wait to visit them and go to all the extra fun sounding places they told me all about. i've never been to portland and they are (bless their hearts) trying to get me to move there. its not that hard of an accomplishment. i'll move anywhere if people ask me enough times. its another of my strange habits. wandering.

its a beautiful day here. i've spent my hour waking up (while drinking coffee and watching last nights greys anatomy) now its time for a shower and lunch with a bestie.

Weep for yourself, my man, You'll never be what is in your heart...

these are the kind of girls who hang dream catchers above their beds, who eat pomegranates and read old history books for fun. these are the kind of girls who take pictures of their hands with disposable cameras and wallpaper their bathrooms with pretty roses. these girls sketch eyes and mouths and little drawings all over things, they look you right in the eye and almost through you when you speak to them.

these girls camp out in their backyards for fun, they light candles everywhere and if you visit them at home they usually have all sorts of animals. their wardrobes are filled with silk robes and bows and hats, they drink tall glasses of milk and snack on chocolate while they watch the sun rise. these are the kind of girls who ride bikes through the city to the cinema that plays old movies in the middle of the day. they watch “breakfast at tiffany’s” or “rosemary’s baby.”

these are the kind of girls who are quiet in public. they were the kind of girls who put too many marshmallows in their hot chocolate, and when the snow came down, lit the fire, and pretended to be in the north pole. they would watercolor things they couldn’t see and eat french toast for lunch. these girls were the kind of girls who always believed in unicorns, they believed in the power of love and dreams. they were the kind of girls who gazed out of windows at bigger worlds, and rain made them think of faeries and tree houses.

in the summer they read jane austen and listened to fleetwood mac while sipping hot tea. they told ghost stories under huge floral sheets, candles glowing below their faces. the spooky endings made them scream and laugh. they huddled together so they wouldn’t get too scared. these are the girls that didn’t need boys in their lives to achieve happiness.

your girl is lovely, hubbell.

"maybe some women aren't meant to be tamed. maybe they just need to run free till they find someone just as wild to run with them." - Carrie Bradshaw

I just watched this episode of Sex and the City, the one where Carrie makes the revelation that there are two types of women in this world. the "katie" girls and the "simple" girls. taken from the movie 'the way we were'. katie (ka-ka-ka-katie) was this girl, this complicated, opinionated girl with wild curly hair. the kind of girl that pushed hubbell to be all the man she saw him to be. but hubbell, well...he couldn't take it. so he left her. for this simple girl. with, straight hair.
it sounds silly. but you have to see the movie to understand.
and that is what i have realized. i am a ka-ka-ka-katie girl. i was never meant to be a simple girl. i was never meant to stand on the sidelines cheering someone on. i was supposed to be on the field. running with them. in front of them. behind them. urging them on and have them run with me. in front of me. behind me. urging me on.
and i will settle for nothing less.