lately: an update

Monday, March 31, 2014

Let's face it.
Forget what your calendar has told you.
It's not Spring. Not yet.
On the first day of Spring, people go to parks and pick flowers and soak in more Vitamin D in one day than they did in the past three months of Winter combined.
Now that's all good and well if you live south of the 45 degree North parallel.
But when you don't, things are a little different come "Spring".
In Minnesota (and Canada, because let's be real, Canada is across the street from us) it not only rejects Spring, but it takes Spring like a bad insult and hurls it right back in your face like an adamant two year old who's had more than their share of spaghetti.

You're probably familiar with the phrase, "I'm like rubber, you're like glue: whatever you say bounces off me and sticks to you."
Well, the Northland equivalent is, "Spring? I'll show you Spring."
And then BAM on the first day of Spring you get sixteen inches of snow.

That is a handrail that during any other time of the year stands 32 inches tall and has since almost completely disappeared.

"Spring", they said.


It hasn't been all bad though, it's finally warmed up enough to start melting some of the droves of snow here and there.(: And yesterday it warmed up to 52 degrees! That is the warmest I've felt the air since the beginning of November when we were in California. 52 degrees is like a heaven sent at this point in my life. Which kind of describes my current sad state of affairs because 52 degrees back home is like:

We sat outside for a while to really soak in the warm air on our small entry deck since it's the only thing not completely covered in snow and slush.

Since we don't have real Spring yet, we've been going with the general "feel" of Spring and have done some Spring cleaning here and there and I'm pretty happy with the progress we've made so far.

We've been working on some small house projects too, but we've been keeping things pretty simple for now. Winter is the busiest time of year work-wise for Jason which generally limits me to doing whatever projects I can do by myself while Jason is at work (painting and sewing curtains basically, haha). But we are so excited because the heavy work season is almost over and we're going on vacation back to California soon. Yay! Praise Jesus and hallelujah youhavenoidea.

Along with Spring cleaning, the "thrifting bug" has hit me pretty hard. I've been going through my closet sorting the through the clothes I don't ever really wear. Let's face it: I've never been girly enough to put in the effort to try to be girly looking by any stretch. I clearly remember the day when I was no more than four years old asking my mom if she was a tom boy growing up. When she said she was, I said I was going to be a tom boy forever then, too. (Some things just never change.) If I manage to brush my hair I consider it a good day. This could also be attributed to the fact that I have wildly thick, unruly, and curly hair and brushing it means the most epic poodle hair your sweet little eyes have ever seen. And let's not even get started at actually styling said hair. To add insult to injury with the curlyhairprobs, if I don't brush my hair I start to get dreadlocks that would make Jack Sparrow jealous. Trust me, can't win this one.

{When The Princess Diaries came out, I was ten years old, had glasses, crooked teeth, the big hair and the Brooke Shields/Groucho Marx eyebrows.
Mia Thermopolis is basically my fictional hero.}

There was a time period where I was trying out the whole girly thing and bought tops with sequins, ruffles, tops that were cropped and so on... But a year or more later with a closet almost full of clothes that I never wear has told me that along with many other things in life, the "keep it simple, stupid" method is the best way for me to go. I think getting a little older and more comfortable with myself and my likes and dislikes has made me feel more comfortable with maintaining a very simple, laid back style.

So along with The Great Closet Purge of 1987, it only makes sense for me to thrift until I drift (into delirium?) while we're on vacation. (Because "thrift til I drop" just doesn't have the same effect) .
These are what "yays" are made of:

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Obviously I have a healthy obsession with being comfortable.

I'm so excited you have no idea. We don't really have any thrift stores near us and thrifting has been the closest thing to a competitive sport I've been a part of since I was 14.

I'm so excited to go to the beach again and to just be back home again.
Something I read several weeks ago made me realize something -- California will always be my home and no one has ever told me or has pressured me (except myself) to somehow "make" Minnesota feel like home. The fact of the matter is, no where I ever go will feel like home except for what I consider "home" to be in my heart.
It's comforting to me that this longing for "home" is also a Biblical principle. That as a Christian I know that I am not "home", not even in California where I grew up and spent my entire life up until recently.

He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the hearts of men; yet they cannot fathom what God has done from beginning to end. 

Ecclesiastes. 3:11

I'm really excited for Jason to be done with work so that we can go on our vacation and just breathe a little. I'm excited to work on some house projects with him when we get back, too!
I won't lie...there are parts of our house that look like Armageddon struck due to several unfinished projects that we have going on. There's closets being painted and the contents of said closets are stacked in piles on the floor, the last of the moving boxes are being sorted through and things are being gathered for a garage sale in the Summer. Then there's the fact that we're in the middle of painting the master bathroom and there's no mirrors hung in there because of that, so I've partially taken over the half-bathroom for getting ready. And I'm doing my clothes purging upstairs where the only full-length mirror currently is, so there's clothes piles on the bed in the guest room and in the hallway and there's painter's tape stuck to strange places. And a room I'm painting a design on that's taking eons (mostly because I got sick of how long it's taking and am getting around to it very slowwwwwwllllyyyy) has displaced our office furniture to different rooms... but it's starting to feel like a house.
A home, even.

We have worked on several projects in the house over the past few months and I hope to get to blogging about them soon!
We've painted the stairs, we've painted one of the spare bedrooms and added some wainscoting, we've built a dining table, I've sewn curtains for the dining room and the family room, and some other projects here and there. (All of which I have pictures of, but just haven't gotten to getting together for a blog post yet!) Between regular house duties, working out five or six days a week, unpacking and trying to do what projects I can around the house when Jason's not home, things have been a little crazy around here and we're doing our best to get the house together in between it all. (:
I hope to have some of those blog posts ready when we get back from our trip! I still have some pictures to take of some of the projects we've done in their completed state, but it always seems to be gloomy on the days I think about taking photos and the lighting is just all wrong and too dark. So, I'll get to them as soon as possible! Thanks for being patient with me! (;
We have so many exciting plans, sometimes I guess we just don't know what to do with ourselves! (:

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