I feel slightly like a “chick” cliche but I am so comfortable and content that I just don’t care.
Here are the facts:
I am laying in bed, still in pajamas, enjoying some Sunday carbs, writing a ‘blog’, and watching Project Runway on Youtube. I’ve never seen the show in any mark of entirety, only clips; some how I came across a preview from the current season and was a little sucked in, so here I sit. I’m feeling more girly than I might be willing to admit.
My Saturday was pretty perfect. The new countertop went in yesterday morning and completely transformed the pantry. I have lived in three of my landlord’s properties and they have all required work. Sure it’s a pain in the ass and technically I shouldn’t have to do anything to the apartment, but for the amount of money I pay in rent and the complete creative freedom I have been given, it’s totally worth it. Only a few, select people have seen the apartment because I vowed to get it to be how I want it before I either took pictures and/or let anyone see it. However, I am having a Housewarming Party on the 19th so I’ve been working diligently to get it ready for my friends to check out.
Went to Target and used the rest of the giftcard my mom gave me for Christmas. In my recent decision and aspiration to cook all the the time but not having the most flexible schedule to do it, I bought a George Foreman grill. That little dude cooks a ton of stuff faster than the oven and way healthier. I’m stoked.
B and I finished the studio, finally put up my mailbox, and reorganized the living room. Now there is just a bunch of little stuff that is left for me to do. I have to be honest, my house is a mess but alas, I’m in the middle of relaxing.
After the work stuff was done, we had some dinner and watched Brick and Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels. Both movies fucking rock, they’re easily in my top 20 favorite movies list. I loved yesterday, it was just an easy going, fun Saturday and it was something I needed.
Today, I’m lazy! And it’s time to make some dinner and veg out some more.
Project Runway is fucking addictive. I love all things creative; to watch these designers make some amazing clothing is so cool. I’m not really into fashion but it’s the serious artistry involved that shocks me. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not trying to sound pretentious about this at ALL. I buy clothes. I don’t make them… you know what I mean? I don’t ever get to see the clothing being crafted. It is just very interesting to watch it all be done, reality TV show or not.


