Does anyone else get so inspired just walking into an anthropologie store? I don’t often purchase a lot there (although I did just get this little diddy) because I am a broke joke but I just feel happy being in there. It smells so good, everything looks so cute and artsy, I feel like I am in a different country. Is that weird? It really feeds my gypsy/bohemian spirit in a way that most stores don’t. Well, anthro is one of the two places we are registered and as we were updating our registry, I got a little distracted and started seeing some inspiration for our Europe trip/ wedding activities. I am fairly confident that owning more of their clothing will make me a cooler human being.
Well, this is a bit delayed but better later than never! Easter was a blast. We hosted and had both of our parents as well as Michael’s uncle join us. What a gorgeous day it was…nearly 80! Giving a nod to my Italian heritage, I put out enough hor d’oeuvres (spelling?) to feed an army…I also made sure we were not lacking desserts.
The day before I prepped banana cream pie (my favorite)…
I also made a chocolate lava bunt cake. I purchased the bunt cake mix from Williams Sonoma to finally test out my bunt cake pan that Mike got me as a stocking stuffer…It was a very large stocking. So. I made the cake and took it out. The directions told me to wait until the cake was ENTIRELY cooled. As we have covered, I don’t have any self control. So once the pan was luke warm, I decided it was time.
It was not time.
I flipped the cake onto the cooling rack and it looked glorious. I hooted and hollered and pat myself on the back, while Mike cheered me on from the sidelines. And then the lava began to seep from the bottom. All over the counter. I lifted the cake with my hands and yelled for Mike “HELP ME!!!”, chocolate dripping everywhere.
In retrospect, my reaction may have been a bit dramatic.
I went through the 5 stages of grief. Denial- as I tried to slop all the bits of cake onto a plate. Anger- NO NO NO NO NO NO. Bargaining- IF ONLY I had waited, like the directions stated! Depression- I wasn’t actually depressed (I’m not that unstable) but I did stare sadly at the chocolatey mess for a while. And finally. Acceptance. Mike, being his normal optimistic self was certain we had plenty of time left in the night to start over. So he took my hand and led me (dragged my slug-like self) to the mall to get a new package and then to the store for more ingredients…I WASTED 6 EGGS.
The final outcome was a much greater success, if I do say so myself. Although it was very exciting to have sugar again, after not having it for 40 days…it hit me hard. I almost immediately got a splitting headache and stomach ache. It is amazing what sugar can do to you…If I didn’t believe it before…I sure do now. I decided that while I won’t give it up forever (why would I ever do that), I won’t be incorporating it into my daily meals like I was before.
Happy (belated) Easter!!
This week there was a lot of wellness going on. I got another Goddess Provision box and was able to sit down with Jen, the woman who sold me my essential oils and pick her brain a bit.
This box was the Sun Energy box- here is the break down of what I got:
The Coal Miner’s Daughter Sun Mist- it’s an energizing spray of organic rose water and essential oils, meant to nourish skin and reduce stress. I haven’t sprayed it yet because I am trying to ease Mike into the essential oils and I worry if I come at him with another spray trying to decrease stress, he is going to pull out all of his hair and that seems stressful. Let’s ease into that one.
Violet Lace Energy Perfume- I am not a big perfume-y type of gal. It sometimes gives me a headache to be around people who have perfume on, and also, the name of this one makes me picture an old woman playing a piano in a haunted house. It also has little things floating around in it which, at first looked to me like they were teeth but upon further investigation I discovered they were in fact, jasmine flowers which is much less unsettling. Despite my initial hesitation, after smelling the perfume it actually smells more citrusy and light and not overpowering. This one you can use before a workout to boost mood and energy though so I may give that a shot.
Amethyst Orgone Pyramid- this is meant to neutralize energy from electrical devices. I put it on my nightstand next to my phone which is right by my head and I KNOWWW is the worst possible place to keep your phone and I am a living, breathing, hypocrite for allowing the phone to be near my head as I am on a health mission. I will break that habit. Soon.
Emmy’s Organices Lemon Ginger Macaroons- vegan, organic, gluten free- I want to try and make something like this on my own next week.
Andalou Naturals Konjac Sponges- I am excited to use this with my favorite face wash! It is supposed to brighten your skin.
Healthforce Vitamineral Green- This is a superfood with antioxidants, chlorophyll, phytonutrients, minerals, vitamins, amino acids etc. It can go into food or a drink- I will probably add it to my teas with the rest of my concoctions.
Sunstone- Another crystal. This one promotes abundance and enjoyment of life. I still haven’t used the other crystal but am feeling more motivated to give them a shot after chatting with my friend, Brie, who loves them. I think I figured out why I am hesitant to use crystals. They remind me of Spencer from the reality show The Hills. Does anyone know who I am talking about/ remember him? He was mean to everyone and then helped to BREAK UP the friendship of Lauren and Heidi (looking at you too, Heidi, for your role in that one) and then it seemed like at one point his marbles went a little loose and he because obsessed with crystals.
And thennnnnnnnn- I met with Jen about the oils. She was awesome and like chatting with a friend. I love learning about health supports and looking through the information about oils, I realized if there is an ailment…there is an oil for it, from cellulite (what?!) to thyroid support. There are three ways to use the oils.
You can use them aromatically for respiratory or emotional support. It can also clean the air when you diffuse which is one thing I really love. I feel like our apartment has never smelled so fresh and clean. I used to burn candles (although that is not good for you) because I was desperately trying to cover up any smells of our two cats. I love them and I will embrace the cat lady that I was born to be but I will never embrace the pet smell.
You can also use oils topically to help with irritations or discomforts as well as for immune support. I was told that you can put oils at the bottom of your feet because they are less sensitive to irritation and they are also thought to be the end of your nerve line. If you believe in reflexology (which OBVIOUSLYYYYY I do) there are areas on your feet that correspond to your body’s organs. Also, with the pores on your feet being thicker than pores on the rest of your body, the oils will absorb faster. Oh! I should also mention, if you are going to use oils topically, you need to dilute them with coconut oil (maybe you can use other oils but I have only heard of coconut oil thus far and also, if you read my earlier love letter to coconut oil, I think it is pretty clear that that would be the only oil I would use).
Anywho, the last way to use oils (that I am aware of) is internally. A lot of people, at least initially, are hesitant to try this one. Some people argue whether or not this is safe to do. From what I have read, it is indeed safe in the appropriate quantity. But as we have observed, quantity control is not my forte.
We had to take advantage of the 80 degree weather today. It was amazing. Since I am on break and I was unable to convince Mike to play hooky from work, we compromised and he cut out of work a bit early and I met him in the city. Since NYC is one of the places we are talking about moving to next, Mike is trying (unsuccessfully) to teach me how to navigate the city on my own. I’ve been going to the city for years now but tend to have the duckling approach where I just waddle after whoever I am traveling with. I am not what one would consider “city folk”. Looking back on my many trips to the city there were many times (whether it be my aunt yanking me back on to the sidewalk right before almost getting swiped my a cab, or giving 20 dollars to a not-so-homeless, homeless man) where it seemed that even trips to the city might not be a good idea for me.
But alas, I have grown. I usually look where I am going now and almost always am able to say “no, thank you” to street solicitors. Last time, Mike gave me directions on how to get out of the building once I got off the train, and he met me half way. This time, I had graduated to meeting him a few blocks from the train station. As you may have imagined, I went the wrong way. However, the good news was, I found an H&M and purchased $10 dollar shoes since the fashionable ones I had decided to wear had already destroyed my feet during the 5 minute walk from my apartment to the train.
We walked to Central Park and BOYYYYY was it rowdy. I love seeing how excited everyone gets when the weather gets nicer. I feel like people literally crawl out of the ground…where was everyone during the winter?? I could sit and watch people in the park all day. Not in a creepy, hiding in the bushes type of way though. There is just so much to see. Mike asked me if I am ever able to sit and just relax my mind because he could see my eyes darting everywhere.
We sat outside Tavern On The Green and had a cocktail and a couple apps. We split the risotto since ever since seeing The Zookeeper’s Wife, I have been struggling to eat meat. I go through phases of this like the time I saw a dead cat in the road and couldn’t eat meat for a month. Anywho. It was a gorgeous night. Unfortunately, it ended with us sitting next to a man on the train who was looking at pictures of topless men and zooming in on their crotches. Ya win some, ya lose some.
Today we booked our flights to HAWAII!! I am soooooo excited. That may have been part of the reason I went out and bought palm outdoor cushions, palm napkins and a palm plant. That, and I was left to my own devices while M was at work. M says he NOW trusts my taste after loving things once they are in the apartment but that isn’t entirely true. He may love what I pick out after it is in our home but he still has that initial knee-jerk reaction of saying “no” automatically. M is a thinker. He needs to spend several weeks contemplating a purchase and talking it through before committing. I see something and know immediately whether or not I like it and then I want it that instant. It makes for some challenging shopping trips for us. We are able to laugh about our differences and M has said multiple times “Just go out and buy. Don’t show me”. So I did.
Normally, I don’t like to make purchases without M, especially since we are tight on money with all these upcoming trips. But we have been wanting this stuff for a while and I knew if I didn’t just go out and do it, it would be several more weeks. I felt really confident in my decisions but as I was lugging up my giant palm plant and getting side-eyed by neighbors…I started to question whether or not this would be considered a successful day.
Thankfully it was! I love all things palm right now. Looking outside and seeing our palm plant blowing in the wind, I feel like we are on a tropical getaway and it makes me even more excited for our Hawaiian getaway.
BRIT+CO knows what I mean…
Since April hit, things are really gearing up for wedding season. One of my bridesmaids came back from England to have her bridal shower and she had such a beautiful day for it. We celebrated her day at Harvest on Hudson with bellinis and mimosas (and for me, the entire bread basket, since I had just finished the whole 30).
It really feels like she is living in a movie. She moved to England to be with her love (who started as her best friend) and they have this adorable place in the country side and are getting married and will someday have little blue-eyed babies with adorable british accents. As much as I miss her, I so admire her bravery for going to a new country, far away from all things familiar and starting a new life. Her bold move truly did pay off because looking at her, she is glowing from the inside, out.
YESTERDAY, we went and met with our florist, Melissa. I wasn’t sure what to expect because I (unintentionally) hadn’t really been all that helpful prior to our meeting. I had, of course, tried to send her some pictures of flowers or centerpieces, per her request. However, even those came with a lot of BUTs. But not those colors, not that size, not that spiky thing, not that fancy. My requests weren’t in a diva way (although over e-mail it is quite possible she saw it that way even with my abundance of smiley faces and exclamation points). I just have a vision in my head and there aren’t necessarily pictures of those ideas out there.
As soon as we walked in, after first noticing how warm and welcoming Melissa was, I looked past her and saw a display of roses on the table. I love almost every single flower out there, including some specimens that are probably considered weeds and not flowers. I love all flowers. Except. Roses.
Ok, maybe that is false. I actually love almost every single type of rose, especially modern garden. I do nottttttttttt like the hybrid tea rose (the one you commonly see at your local florist). I think my rejection of this rose comes from the fact that it is seen everywhere and I tend to run in the opposite direction of anything I consider to be the norm or overdone (I initially had this reaction to our honeymoon spot but I could tell M was so excited). I’m not sure what the root of that aspect of my personality comes from but we have done enough dissecting in my previous posts about me as a human so let’s just leave that one for now.
M used to get me this type of rose every single time he got me flowers and I never said a peep because 1. who would argue with their handsome new boyfriend buying flowers? and 2. I figured they must have been his favorite and that was enough of a reason to be happy about them. One day the topic of flowers came up in a group conversation. I think someone was talking about their disdain for carnations and I jumped in to defend. When it came out that I couldn’t stand roses (or that specific type) M looked at me, shocked. Apparently, he had only been getting me those because he saw every other boy buying those and figured it was safe. Now he knows to find the weirdest looking bunch in the group and go for those.
Anyways. I saw the display of roses and realized that perhaps my vague explanation of my vision had caused a big misunderstanding. I slinked over to the chair and tried to find a nice way of saying I didn’t want any of them. I decided to go with the mature approach of blurting out “I love your store! Roses are my least favorite flower of all time!! HAhaha” and then frantically trying to get my pinterest to load with M and her both side eyeing me.
She was a pro though and after showing her a little bit more of what I had in mind, she got it right away. Even my centerpiece idea, which I know had some people confused (and probably worried), she was able to work with me and we played around with ideas until we got it just right. I have total faith that she will deliver my not so clear, not so conventional vision, the day of.
At the beginning, I really wasn’t all that excited about flowers and even questioned whether or not we needed to have them. After meeting with Melissa, I left the building, skipping out like a young school girl.