Being a bride-to-be means wasting hours of what would otherwise be solid productivity time making a pinterest board to share floral arrangement ideas with your florist to make sure you’re both on the same page. And as much as that might be a dream day to some people, I get frustrated when my mind is in “work mode” ( especially since I’ve been loving when I’m doing ) and I have to suddenly switch it to “stressful bride mode.”
However, as we finish up signing contracts for all the big elements ( location, food, photography, music, flowers ), I’m beginning to see small details creep their way into the planning process, and I think this is the part I’ve been waiting for. This is exactly how I get when planning parties or for having guests over. I get excited about an idea for a small detail but not so much about planning the timeline of the night. The big plans, the big contracts, the big planning are overwhelming, but visiting our vineyard and imagining the small details that will truly make the mood of the day gets me excited. I’ve begun to see my Pinterest board take on some of these details over the past few weeks, and now every time I look at it, I truly feel like I’m catching glimpses of what our day will look like in ( less than! ) six months.
So I thought I’d share some of the details of the vision with you ( clearly I’m not a designer so this isn’t a real “mood board” ). Check out my full wedding Pinterest board here.
This week I was making some hand-made Valentines ( because I’m a child ) and trying to think of some cheesy love lines to make them perfect. As I was digging around in my mind for some of the best love/pickup lines I knew, I suddenly remembered an absolutely gorgeous poem I wrote in sixth grade ( please note the heavy sarcasm ).
I was super into writing “songs” and “poems” for my various crushes when I was younger. I would spend hours in my room revising each line so they would be perfect and then try to plan on secretly deliver them to my crush. Thank god I never did, actually I may have slipped one or two into someone’s locker at some point and the way I asked my crush to Sadie Hawkins in ninth grade makes me want to shrivel up and die, but I have blocked out much of this embarrassing period of my past from my memory, so who knows for sure.
Regardless, today is Valentine’s Day and I thought I would give you an extra special treat and publicly reveal this “masterpiece” from sixth grade. If, after reading it, you wish to hire me for your future poetry-writing needs, I will be taking numbers. Continue reading
I don’t know about you, but feeling sexy = a good workout for me. Even if I’m feeling like I’m exhausted toward the end of a run and feeling like I might cut it short for the day as soon as a sexy song comes on my playlist, I instantly feel a little more energized and running feels a little easier. I know it’s not just me. Sex and exercise both produce the same sort of “feel good” hormones and boost your confidence to make you feel strong and powerful. Hello, amazing workout!!
So since it’s Valentine’s week, I thought I’d share some of the love and make a playlist of my favorite sexy running songs. Continue reading
I’m a Midwest girl. I understand snow. I know that when you’re driving in the snow, and your car begins to fishtail, you’re not supposed to brake, but instead calmly turn your wheel in the direction of the skid ( I actually enjoy winter driving because I get so proud of myself for expertly handling these situations…dork ). I know that if temperatures get too cold, you should turn your faucets on to a slow trickle so your pipes don’t freeze. I know that in the depth of winter, fashion should never exceed function when it comes to footwear. And most importantly, I know how to build a pretty baller snow fort.
But moving to the Pacific Northwest, I was ready for a snow-free winter. No more walking through wind so cold that my breath escaped me. No more never-ending stream of salt and sand tracked through the house. No more cracked and bleeding hands because my new pair of gloves had failed me. The Polar Vortex howled through my old home and I tossed my friends and family an “I’m so sorry!” “That sounds awful!” “Stay safe!” while secretly congratulating myself that I had escaped just in time.
And then Portland’s Snowpocalypse happened.
Or should I say “Snowpocalypse.” It was definitely uttered with heavily sarcastic quotation marks as the snow started falling. Big, clumpy snowflakes fluttered to the ground nestling side-by-side and…not melting? I laughed at the level of freak-out that immediately ensued. The ground was barely covered and already mumbles around the city began to spread of a snow day. By 2pm I could no longer see tips of grass poking through the white, and the sidewalks were no longer visible. Schools closed, employees began making their way home, and I scoffed at them all out my window, “It’s not even two inches!”
I began to see cars sliding on the slippery streets outside my window, three collided ( no one was hurt ) and passerbys began helping push the cars out of the way. Alex texted me from the city bus on his way home from school saying they had moved only 2 blocks in the past 20 minutes. I looked out the window again and noticed that something was strange: the streets were still covered in snow. Continue reading
Last spring when I still lived in Chicago, we decided to spend a day in Chinatown ( we had never been, so this was part of our Chicago bucket list before we moved to Portland ). The day was surprisingly nice for what was supposed to be a chilly, gloomy day. We wandered through the streets of the neighborhood, pausing to look at the beautiful architecture, at shops that sold swords, at shops that sold hundreds of varieties of tea, and of course for a delicious Chinese lunch that left us stuffed and fighting food comas.
We did some more walking to work off our meal and wandered into a spice shop filled with large glass jars of the familiar and the freaky. There weren’t many people around besides us and the woman who owned the shop, so we perused at our leisure, wondering what each item was used for and making wide eyes at each other when we saw some of the numbers on the price tags.
A woman walked into the shop and began talking to the shop-owner in friendly conversation. Her voice was kind and genuine as conversation bounced from personal interaction to questions about spices and back to personal again. I half-heartedly listened, not so much interested in eavesdropping on their conversation as much as the nature of their relationship. Was she just a regular? Were they friends? Did she actually work at this shop part-time? Continue reading
It’s that time of year, folks! We are officially well outside the warm and fuzzy scope of the holiday season and plunged deep within the worst part of winter, already counting down the days until spring ( pro tip: there are a lot, don’t look it up unless you want to be even more depressed ). So now is the time of year when we cling to absolutely anything to celebrate: The Super Bowl! The Grammy’s! The Sochi Winter Olympics Opening Ceremonies! Good thing we have TV to keep us entertained, am I right?
Parties and celebrations are some of my favorite things, so Alex and I decided that if we were going to watch an event that everyone else is watching, we might as well invite a bunch of people to do it together…and then make it ridiculously fun. So here’s what’s on the docket tonight for our Sochi Winter Olympics Opening Ceremonies party:
( I mean, obviously ) Continue reading
Today I’m guest posting over at Fit Life Forward about taking the plunge and switching up your dreams even if you’re already headed down a different path. This is a topic I was super excited to write about after experiencing it myself and after hearing from several friends who feel “stuck” in their jobs and are afraid to pursue something else.
They call it a “midlife crisis” (sometimes quarter life crisis), but can we all just agree that “crisis” is too strong of a word for something that should be embraced and accepted as perfectly normal? Think about who you were ten years ago, five years ago, or even last year. Do you recognize that person? If you’re like me, that person had different friends than you do now, that person had different worries than you do now, that person even liked different foods than you do now (seriously guys, I don’t care what five-years-ago-Caitlin thinks, kimchi is delicious!). So why the heck would we expect our dreams, our goals, and who we want to be when we grow up to remain exactly the same throughout our lives?
Check out the full post over at Fit Life Forward.