We all have our little pleasures. Manicures, lunches out, fancy espresso… they’re the things that make the day to day just that much better (or more bearable). And it’s for exactly that reason that we’re willing to spend a good chunk of our hard-earned money on them.
For Mark and I, hands down, our little pleasure is food. When we’re able (and probably even when we’re not) the answer to where our money goes first is almost always food. Things like paper towels and cleaning supplies will drive me up a wall every time I have to replenish, but a nice bottle of wine, a creamy chunk of cheese, fresh herbs and spices… those, I can always justify.
This is a pretty accurate depiction of the last week… wrapped up in every scarf, hat, and blanket we have in an effort to escape the cold that somehow manages to seep in no matter the number on the thermostat.
Beyond the cold, we’ve been riding the roller coaster of emotions that is selling/buying a house… with some not so good news. The house we fell in love with (despite ourselves, since they wouldn’t take a contingent offer and here we are with a house…) sold out from under us. We weren’t worried, since it had been on the market for over a year and the agent had assured us she’d be in contact if there were any offers…
Much to Jack White’s apparent dismay, the details of his tour rider leaked out last week — but since we love a man who loves good guac, we thought they were sort of charming.
After hearing the story on NPR, we mixed up a batch — a little skeptical about the lack of garlic, but excited nonetheless. And we almost ate the whole thing standing over the bowl. All the while musing over whether the crew treats it like a contest at each stop, keeping track of who can make it best.
It sounds harsh, but lately I’ve been feeling stiff and uninspired – paralyzed even.
It’s cold, the house is on the market, work is all maybes and what ifs, and every next step seems to be waiting for something else to get out of the way. Mostly I’m impatient. Which, I suppose, is a good feeling, since I know there are good things to come.
But my skin is dry and I can’t help itching for spring… waiting, for me, has never been the best part.
Sunday morning, Mark and I woke up early to poke and prod our already-staged home into submission – a process that, naturally, involved making cookies… otherwise known as small delicious “buy our house, please” bribes.
I’m assuming the open house went well… muddy tracks implied that someone must’ve come. But since it might’ve come off as creepy to leer at potential buyers from the corner, judging their reluctance to consume a few extra calories as a personal slight against our home and the whole of our world view, we went to the gym.
… partially because we hadn’t been all week and partially because cookie dough is my kryptonite. Also, apparently, fully-baked cookies, of which I’ve had five a day since these were baked.
I’m always a little torn on Valentines Day. Should we celebrate, is it a greeting card holiday, blah, blah, blah.
Any reason to go out for a romantic dinner, though, is one I can’t generally bring myself to be down on… or stay in for a romantic dinner. Or stay in for doughnuts and beer… because let’s just be honest, the gloomiest gloom of winter is upon us and all I really want is doughnuts and beer. (We’ve covered this.)
I’m willing to bet now that these photos — taken on our way to visit that not so superb owl (depending on how you look at it) — commemorate the very last moment that I was awake and not working this week… even at the Super Bowl itself, where this loser spent most of the evening enveloped in research on sequestration and the upcoming president’s budget.
This week has been so very busy that now that Friday has come and the budget work is gone, I feel like I might just fade into a light coma for the weekend… someone can deliver me doughnuts and beer and I’ll commune with the spirit of Homer Simpson.
Now if only I had a toasty warm beach…
Anyone else itching hard for a vacation? I know I keep talking about it, but it’s that time of year.
I’m not sure if you’ve ever had the pleasure of staging your house, or of living in a staged house while it’s on the market, but let me tell you, it is a treat.
The rugs are gone, the liquor is gone, and all traces of human existence have been wiped out of sight… it’s a sterile, highly regimented sort of existence, something akin to boot camp or rehab.
But it does look beautiful… almost beautiful enough to make me sad that we’ve put it up for sale. Our first real family home…
… but only long enough to start to think, and dream, about what’s to come. A new, light-filled kitchen, a peaceful single-family home, a real yard! I’m trying not to get ahead of myself, so much could still happen. But what’s certain is that there are many, many exciting things to come. And that makes me look forward to the weekend just all that much more!
Before I go running full speed out the door though, Mark and I thought we’d try out a new project this week.
… over the past few years, this blog has truly stoked our mutual love for photography. We’ve learned and grown so much together, but we’re still learning more every day. And each discipline has its own special set of rules and creative boundaries to break… so we thought we’d play with one we haven’t explored as much: portraiture.
Building on our “52 dates” project, we’d love to take “52 self portraits” — just us and our little camera clicker, trying not to embarrass ourselves completely, and maybe even trying to make a little art…
I have to admit — this one scares me a whole lot more than the dates. Keeping things creative will be a weekly challenge, and generally I like to hide my face in photos. But it’s a challenge we’d like to explore, so let us know what you think!
We’re excited to push ourselves to think up a new shot to go with each Friday’s links, but we want you to have just as much fun with it as we are, so if you think you might dig it, let us know.
And enjoy the weekend ahead!!
… keep your fingers crossed that someone falls in love with our little house and the liquor comes back soon!
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