My inner hippie is silently smiling and dancing in circles in a cute maxi dress lisenting to Bob Marley right now. In reality, I am sitting at my desk in corporate work clothes working “very hard on this project”. Obviously I hide my inner hippie dippiness for the weekends.
While at work a few weeks ago I came across this idea for Indigo Dye Napkins. My inner hippie screamed “WEEEEE! Modern tye dye for my house!” It was love at first sight. The kit is very straight forward. Once you mix the dye and let it sit for an hour you fold your fabric into any shape, then let it soak in water.
Once soaked, you submerge the fabric in the solution for 1 minute. When it first comes out it is green and blue. After it hits the air it oxidizes and turns a deeper shade of blue over time. Next comes the fun stage when you can cut off the rubber bands and see your designs!
Andy Man definitely does not have an inner hippie in him. I tried to get him to fold the fabric or submerge it in the solution. Didn’t happen. He watched from the screen door with a look that said “Wow, my wife is a hippie” And now we have tye dye napkins for our kitchen table!
Happy inner hippie day!
I used to dread Sundays. It is the last day of freedom you have, the one day to cram errands, groceries, cleaning, laundry, homework, blah blah blah. Until today, when I actually stopped caring about the lawn needing to be mowed, washing the car, and cleaning. Blah. BORING! Forget about it. Maybe I was able to say who cares because this is the first time we had the house to ourselves since Andy Man’s Mom stayed with us for the last month? Or maybe I just stopped wanting to be frantic about getting ready for the week? I think I just really enjoyed hanging out with Andy Man and getting back to baking. Sunday is the new fun day.
After years of only being able to do half push ups (ok maybe 3 at a time) I suddenly had man strength last weekend. I have no upper body strength whatsoever, and yet I broke an irrigation pipe this weekend. While I was watering I pulled the hose and the water stopped. Automatically I thought, stupid hose and pulled it to get the kink out. When I looked back I saw I suddenly had a small magical fountain. Where did that come from? Another house discovery? No I pulled the hose so hard the pipe snapped.
I learned how to repair the pipe from my exasperated Mom and the Ace hardware store down the street. In the meantime, I think my parents would like me to stop calling and asking about every little thing.
Mom: “What am I looking at?”
Me: “I was watering and the pipe snapped! What do I do??? I think I turned the water off but I’m not sure”
Mom: “I don’t understand what am I looking at?
Me: “”I was watering and the pipe just snapped”
Mom: “I can’t understand this picture, pipes just don’t snap. What did you do?”
Me: “I was watering and the pipe just snapped off? What do I do?”
Mom: “Didn’t you pay attention to us when you were a kid and we were doing things around the house?”
Me: “No, why would I do that? You guys always did everything.”
Hmm… she did not like that. Luckily I watched YouTube and the friendly ace hardware store was very helpful.
For the past five months I have had the most unattainable Saturday morning goal. Wake up at 7 am and go to the bakery for a ham and cheese croissant. I love them so much, I would forgo sleeping in and my ridiculous diet. My diet consists of veggies/protein/fruit/no carbs and Pepsi (PEPSI??? What? I eat all those veggies everyday so I can have my daily Pepsi)
Obviously I haven’t made it to the bakery, or woken up that early unless forced to get up for work. I have really, really been looking forward to croissants. So much, that I started the dough at 10 PM on Saturday night, so I could bake them on Sunday. They baked perfectly, unfortunately when I tasted them it was like eating a stick of butter straight from the fridge. Eww. They needed salt, a lot of salt. As in, take a bite of the croissant and have one of the following nearby:
- Salt Lick
- Tequila shot
- Margarita with salt please
- Would you like some salt with your popcorn?
Next time, I will take my time with croissant dough. Use salted butter and perhaps double the amount of salt that it called for. Or take the easy way and go to the bakery. :)
I work in private banking, a very conservative hush hush environment. I’ve found that the longer I work there the more of a desire I have to show up to work in my usual all black outfit of pants, blouse and a pair of these. You know just a little pop of color. Surprisingly a few of these were actually walkable. Others were painful to stand in. Probably not such a great idea for such a hush hush environment.
Please don’t fire me for 5 inch tiger shoes.
Being stuck at the Vegas airport for over three hours is an interesting experience. There are hordes of hung over people, an Elvis impersonator (although I don’t think that was intentional) slot machines and cowboy boots. This was an interesting trip. I went with Andy man for his annual work conference and while he was working, I went shopping, gambled and went to the pool.
I realized on this trip that I may have a slight shoe obsession. I started my shopping with the intention of looking for cute summer dresses and stopped looking after 20 minutes and spent the next 5 hours looking at 5 inch heals. I found I liked the kind that I would have to build special shelves for in my closet. Just because they are so pretty and obnoxious. Also they are so expensive that if I were to wear them I would trip and scuff them. And let’s face it, when I wear heals and wedges I tower over Andy man. For some reason he doesn’t like that. I wonder why? Oh we’ll that’s a good thing considering how pretty they would look in my closet.
For the meantime I will stick to the pool and flip flops. And of course continue to try on 5 inch heals.
One of my favorite guilty pleasures is Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough. My Great Grandmother used to make Chocolate Chip Cookies for me and sneak me little bites of dough when no one was looking. One of the hardest parts of baking school and working in bakeries was not being able to eat it straight from the bowl. Now I can eat it whenever I want!
I left work early and had a free afternoon home alone before I joined Andy Man for a business trip. Of course I took advantage of this free time and
caught up with paying bills, yard work, and errands. Which means I ate cookie dough from the mixing bowl and watched the entire season of Trophy Wife. Best Friday afternoon in long time! It felt like I was playing hooky this afternoon, definitely a much-needed afternoon and mini vacation!
Here’s a chronicle of us learning about our house. And what not to do.
#1 We should buy a leaf blower.
There is a large tree on the other side of our fence and the battle of leaves seems to fill up every Sunday afternoon. Now I understand why my parents would say “If you jump in the pile, you clean it up” The neighbor luckily stopped by and let us borrow his.
I love that there are vegetable planters in the yard. When I was cleaning up the bed I found carrots! I’m very excited for Springtime when I can plant lots of veggies and sweat peas!
The company I work for has thousands of employees and numerous locations. When clients call in, they are either so happy that a live person picked up the phone within two rings. Or irritated that I don’t know when Jen or John sits when you first enter on the left.
I’m not a chatty person, and by Thursday I’m a little tired of talking all day. Usually when I’m on the phone I like to doodle. This little banana incident is what happens after a day of listening to Bob Marley between constant angry callers. And inspired one of my favorite treats banana bread!