Wednesday, July 23, 2014

A Point of Contention

When Moses and I moved to Boston from LA--by the way, did you know that we did that?  It's not like I've been talking about it endlessly--anyways, as I was saying, when Moses and I moved to Boston from LA, we downsized considerably in terms of furniture.  A lot of the pieces we had previously were on loan from Moses' Aunt Linda or weren't nice enough to justify the $50--or however much it was after we crunched the numbers---to ship them across country with the rest our stuff.  And by "we," I mean Moses because when I try to crunch numbers, the inside of my head looks like this:



But I have other talents, to be sure.  Like decorating. But I am getting ahead of myself. So, as you can imagine, after the purge--not The Purge starring Ethan Hawk.  I know it's confusing.  Five points to Gryffindor for that obscure reference. BOOM, suck on that Hufflepuff! Anyways, after the purge, we now find ourselves in the market for some new furniture. And since our furniture didn't arrive until, oh, say this past Sunday (and for those of you counting, that's nearly four weeks after they picked our stuff up from our former apartment), we didn't really know how much space we were working with, making the selection of new items to replace the old ones fairly tricky.  Our new place also has hardwood floors (our old place was carpeted--I know, we were total plebeians) so in addition to furniture, we are on the hunt for some area rugs.

Now before I go any further and we actually get to the meat of this narrative (but who wants that, right?), there is one thing that you should know about me and Moses: we are both terribly picky when it comes to aesthetics.  Por ejemplo, I once dragged my sister all around a huge mall in Syracuse NY to find a pair of black mary jane shoes before I knew what mary janes actually were.  I had an idea in my head of what I wanted and son of a mother, if I wasn't going to find them and make them mine! (As in buy them not woo them...)

Moses is remarkably similar.  When we go clothes shopping for him, phrases like "I think that blue is a little too blue" can be heard by unsuspecting passersby, as well as utterances such as "I like this shirt except for the weird flaps of fabric on the shoulder." Um, do you mean shoulder straps?  Because they are relatively common...but clearly I am in no position to judge because, see above.  Obviously, we are pretty particular about the way things look. This might be considered a valuable trait in some circles, but not in any of the circles we run in or wish to run in.  Circles?  Honestly!  You start rereading Pride and Prejudice and suddenly you're writing like someone straight out of the early 19th century gentry...

Although I knew Moses and I were both pretty specific about what we wanted, I didn't anticipate it being this hard for us to agree on matters of home furnishings.  Naive of me?  No. Just plain stupid of me? Probably...

Take, for instance, this little number:



Charming, pleasant, and a good size but, according to Moses, "it looks like something that would be inside the house of a 80 year old woman who has a lot of cats."  I am not sure why the cat detail was necessary but somehow it was and we discussed the purchase of this item at length. I believe I may or may not have said at some point "why won't you just let me have my way" but, in the end, we opted for another tv cabinet.  One that we could both (relatively) agree upon and that I would argue, looks more masculine.  But what are you going to do? #patriarchy.

I still don't get it.  To me, this was perfect and fit perfectly in the aesthetic I was trying to cultivate in our living room and I was honestly flabbergasted when Moses objected to it as vehemently as he did.  We disagree on things so rarely that it felt like some sort of strange anomaly.  That is, until I showed Moses this rug:



With this rug, it was love at first sight. It was the exact color scheme that I wanted and its reviews boasted both of its fashion and of its comfort.  I almost purchased it on the spot but then I thought: I should probably just run this by Moses. BIG MISTAKE.  Moses vetoed it within moments of looking at it and another lengthy conversation peppered by "you're being so unreasonable" (uttered by both parties) ensued.

The only other time that I can recollect us being at such odds about something is when we were shopping for plates.  I desperately wanted to get set of plates with birds on them and Moses wanted something plainer. We had a pretty heated argument in Target.  Is there any other kind of argument to have in Target?  Am I right?


I promise I will stop using Liz Lemon gifs...never.

Needless to say, we ended up leaving bird plates-less that day but Moses later surprised me with them as a gift that Christmas.  I doubt that will be the case this time...

I thought that by giving Moses free range to decorate the study-- which is quickly transforming into a man cave of sorts--meant that I could assume nearly total control of the living room but such has not been the case.

And if you agree with Moses about any of this--if you think the tv media cabinet looks like a senior citizen's dream and the carpet a 70's shag nightmare--I don't want to hear about it.  And so help me if any one leaves a comment to that effect, I will be MOST displeased.

I know relationships are all about compromise but why do I always have to compromise when Moses pretty much always gets his way in one form or another. [Actual facts behind this statement pending.]

And so the redecorating process goes: slowly and not wholly devoid of strife.

To be continued.

Maybe.

But probably not.

Monday, July 14, 2014

A Constellation of Thoughts and Moments

I admire bloggers who can consistently write posts that have some discernible theme.  I can manage it sometimes but only rarely.  I guess I am more of an agent of chaos.  Maybe that's why I never make outlines...or finish any of my writing projects. Well, probably that and my inherent flightiness.

Have you ever had to work hard to be a certain way or perhaps not be a certain way?  I am a natural born space cadet who's had to prune and train myself into a responsible adult.  To this day, I take such pride in my conscientiousness that if I let one thing slip between the cracks--an unanswered email, a missed deadline--I will kick myself for weeks. Well adjusted much?  Not really.  I have a blog after all...

Take a chill pill, I'm only kidding.

Now on to the next random piece to this patchwork quilt of an entry.

My sister, Moses, and I recently went on a tour of Harpoon Brewery, which is one of the larger and more widely distributed microbrewers in Boston.  Yes, I realize how oxymoronic that sounds but whatever.

Where is my obligatory cascade of photo documentation, you ask?  Never you fear.  I always deliver. Okay, mostly.  I mostly deliver.







It was fun, the beer was tasty, and I learned all sorts of neat things about the brewing process. Like...[insert random brewing fact here.] Come on reader, use your imagination and help a sister (who maybe can't procure any of those recently acquired facts from her short term memory) out.

I probably mentioned this before but I once had a student who in his final essay forgot/ didn't have time to/didn't care to take out all the [insert quote that proves the exact point I am trying to make] stage directions from his paper.  It was marvelous.

Yesterday I walked about six miles or so and now I have huge, painful blisters on the soles of my poor pedicured feet. Yet another example of how LA made me into a giant softy.  I can't brave the elements and I can't brave the pavement for more than a mile before my little doggies start yelping.

Last night Moses and I watched a notoriously bad movie and...I didn't hate it.  Sure the accents were atrocious and hard to understand and the plot literally made no sense but throw in a majestic white horse, a kid with cancer, and a platitude about how special we all are and it hits me right in the feels.  Go ahead and blame my hippy upbringing.

I know I hinted at this pretty hard in my last post but I am positively dying for any semblance of a routine. Currently my days consist of waking up, walking to get coffee, and watching a season of the Rachel Zoe project while I online shop for throw pillows and furniture until Moses gets home from work.  After the crazy year I've had, I know that I should be relishing this time off but you know me, it always rains on Eeyore.  I'll spend my days pining for work, grocery shopping, cooking, and having some vague larger purpose.  Other than to bring pleasure to the masses through my blog, of course...

Further proof that Moses and I are destined to be together?  Eeyore was always his favorite Winnie the Pooh character. Lucky for me he has always had a soft spot for pessimism.

Speaking of Moses...I recently received this adorable gift from Moses' Aunt Becky.









Let the record show that I have never told/read Moses a bedtime story.  Already underachieving in my wifely duties it would seem...

I loved this gift so much that I am now convinced I will do this with my own children.  Although, I will probably intend to do it forever and then not get around to it until they are 17.

Let's see, what else?  Nothing really.  Back to Rachel Zoe and throw pillows. Toodles.

Friday, July 11, 2014

The pleasure and exhaustion of life changes

Okay.  You can stop your pining now.  I'm back, internet.  And positively brimming with my usual dose of unadulterated saccharine that I am sure you and your teeth have been positively aching for.  This is America after all.  I am sure that there is another quip I could make here...nope, lost it, moving on....

Since we last spoke a fair amount of things have happened to our little heroine...which is me, in case that was unclear.

I:

...got engaged at sunset, at the grand canyon to a great guy.  You probably don't know him...
(Don't panic, I will type the whole story out eventually.)

...moved across country.  It took about a week.  There was a lot of driving, a lot of Love gas station bathroom stops (do you take off your ring to wash your hands?  This is an awkward daily dilemma for me), and a llllot of halls lemon and honey cough drops and Subway Veggie Delight subs consumed.  But almost never at the same time.  We have some standards.  (Not really.)

...moved into our new apartment in Boston. Immediately purchased an air conditioner because it turns out that East Coast heat waves are the worst.  Now only five more days until the rest of our furniture arrives and we can finally sit like real humans, instead of attempting to prop up our torsos against a mound of blankets atop our air mattress.  But who's bitter? Surely not me.

...drove from Boston to Ithaca and from Ithaca to Boston three times in a week period.  Yes, you do that math.

...had a fourth of July bbq with my family.  It was very nice.  I napped. Then I decided to stop writing like Ernest Hemingway and tell you that we also watched the Lego Movie, which exceeded all my expectations, even though they were considerably raised given that everyone I've ever known has raved about it to me.

...attended a wedding of a very old and dear friend: my winter formal date circa, I want to say, 2001? It was at a house on Cayuga Lake and it was all loveliness because Ithaca is magical in the summertime, even with its clouds of mosquitoes and black flies.  Side note: I used Off for the first time ever.  My mom never allowed us to use it as kids--too many chemicals--and SoCal, I promise I will stop calling it that...soon, does not have any bugs and has turned me into a HUGE wimp when dealing with anything other than 70 degree sunny pleasantness.  Spoiler alert: Off really really does work.

I love weddings, especially weddings with dancing involved because, reader, I tear it UP on the dance floor because...no shame!  And those of you who have ever had the privilege of witnessing me dance know that it looks a little something like this...


as in the epitome awesomeness.

...started my own wedding planning in the form of pinterest pins.  Is there any other kind of wedding planning? Turns out I am very apathetic about most things (just like how I always dreamed it would be!) and very bizarrely passionate about a few random things, mostly food and location and having Queen Anne's Lace everywhere.  I am sure my overachiever gene will kick in shortly and I will want to do everything I can to get an A in wedding and wedding planning.  Because, that's just the kind of gal I am.

In other related and non-related news:

all of the love poems that I adore are so sad / is it in bad taste to read Sylvia Plath at a wedding?

I am homesick for Los Angeles.  I hate to admit it but I am.  Maybe having furniture would help...

Still, having several amazing restaurants, bars, and coffee shops, within walking distance is pretty amazing...

Still, I miss Roy Choi...

I can't seem to get over this persistent feeling of fatigue but I figure, a lot has happened (see above), so I am graciously giving myself permissions to laze around and watch the Rachel Zoe Project on YouTube while I internet shop for the perfect throw pillows.  I'm in recovery or transition or whatever.

I was thinking of ending with a good old fashion photo dump.  Thoughts?  Just kidding, your opinion doesn't matter: it's my hot blog and I do what I waunt.

Last drink at Oldfields (our favorite bar)

Gangie thirsty.

Hoover Dam

Totally haven't developed a fear of heights in my adulthood...

Bison at the Grand Canyon


Moments before the proposal.



The ring.  Vintage, sapphire, perfect.

Breakfast



The woman Moses has chosen to marry.


Que romantico

The man I've chosen to marry.


Recreating our Winter Formal memories.

Until next time!