OK, so THIS was an exciting one.
See, the master bedroom in our new place was kind of weird. I mean, I loved most of it when I first saw it - the windows, the breeze, the proximity to the pool, et cetera - but what I did not love about it was the fact that the bathroom was kind of...in it.
You'll see what I mean in that video up there. Our sink was basically next to my head. It gave me the icks.
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Oh, hello there! I'm in New York City. Sort of. I'm in a hotel preparing for a meeting, and then I will be in that meeting, and then I will be on a plane back to San Jose. So I'm not "in New York," exactly, I'm more "moving through New York at very rapid speeds."
I stood under the Empire State Building this morning, though, so that was something.
MAN, have the past five days ever involved a lot of travel. A seven-hour drive to Los Angeles, a seven-hour drive back, a quick emptying and repacking of my duffle, a six-hour flight to New York, and now (or at least later today) a six-hour flight back. I'm ready for life to be slightly less boring for a couple of days, but in the meantime something I am feeling extremely expert-y about is travel wear.
Soooo I just got back from a weekend in LA - I drove down with Indy to see Paige and Francesca and to spend time with my dad (sidenote: although I very much enjoy road trips, WOW is interstate 5 extremely long and not very interesting when you're the one doing all the driving) - and now I'm back and have all this fun stuff to write about, but I just found out that I have to go to New York right now for work. Like, right now (the car to the airport just pulled up outside my place, so let's forgive any typos this morning because #gottago).
So in the meantime, here are ridiculous photos that we took on Saturday night (also pictured: RG reader and new friend Cassidy), just because.
See you in the city!
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Q. Hey Jordan,
I've been reading your blog from just after you announced you were pregnant with Indy [and I had a question] about your new blog design and your photos - they are looking incredible! I just did a redesign of my blog, and now that I've "fancied" it up a bit, my photos are looking really...dull.
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I have a palette.
I don't mean to have a palette, exactly; it sounds like a silly thing to consciously cultivate ("oh dahhling no, I couldn't possibly purchase that table, no no, that's not my palette"). I just have one, for the simple reason that there are certain colors that make me really happy, and so those are what I surround myself with. It started with my wedding, when the florist asked me what my "colors" were, and despite the fact that I had been more focused on panicking over the fact that we could barely afford wedding rings - let alone any kind of thematic floral arrangements - than my bouquet, I answered without even a second of hesitation:
Yeah, that's what I thought you said.
You know how every single day is some National Holiday or another - National Tourism Day; National Oyster Day; National Candied Orange Peel Day (this actually exists; it's May 4th)? Well, Monday was National Watermelon Day. I know this because I'm on Instagram, and everyone was posting pictures of watermelons, and I couldn't figure out why, and then I realized: oh.
National Watermelon Day.
Lately, Kendrick has been picking up items of my clothing, holding them out in front of himself, and asking me why I am putting something on my body that was clearly created for a person who is approximately three feet tall and four feet wide.
I don't really have a good explanation for this. ...They're comfortable? ...I enjoy the pillowcase look, generally?
Take this dress, for example. Sure, it looks a little like it was custom-made for The Phantom Tollbooth's Officer Shrift (very wide, very short), but oooh is it ever cozy. And sure, the length requires you to be constantly vigilant about things like gusts of winds and occasions requiring you to lift your arms above your head, but hey: I like living a little dangerously. (Also, let me acknowledge the fact that it appears that I am wearing a shirt without pants here - because I am aware that it does - by letting you know that it states on the website where said shirt is being sold that it is an actual dress. See? Right here, in the super-tiny, super-pale print wayyyy down there on the page under "Features.")
You know what two of the most useful things I own are?
My tiny paintbrush, and my little pot of gold-leaf paint.
I'm serious: I use gold leaf on errything. I attack thrift-shop chairs with it, spruce up picture frames with it, accent flower pots with it. I even make tiny plastic-animal terrariums with it (really).
Alright, we're officially Ren Faire people.
If we hear about one, we are going.
This particular Renaissance Faire - held in downtown San Jose for one weekend only - we heard about last summer from a guy who came to fix the cabinet in our rental (and who called me 'milady' and actually bowed to me when he left). We considered going, and then realized that would mean wandering around a hot, dusty field one week prior to my due date and thought...eh. Mayhap (see what I did there?!) not the best idea.
