Archive for May 2012
We have furniture in our second bedroom! And also in our hallway: The mattress and box spring from my old bed are in a giant box that wouldn't fit through the doorway of the bedroom. We'll have to figure out how to arrange the furniture and put together the bed so that we'll have a place to put the mattress and box spring once we unpack them. For now, we're squeezing through a hallway that is functionally less than 18 inches wide.
Here I am mixing bright pink and navy again, with a little turquoise thrown in. All I needed was a pair of bright red shoes to complete my favorite tetrad of colors. They're on my wish list.
I first awoke at 5:30 a.m., to the sound of thunder. I'm used to thunderstorms, having lived for years in central Florida, the lightning capital of North America. But there and elsewhere in the Southeast, it's more typical to have a brief, intense storm at about 3 p.m. nearly every summer afternoon. Today it poured and poured and poured, from the time I woke up for real until I left work in the evening, coming down so hard at times it even made my drive home a little scary. And it ruined my good hair day, too.
Brown sandals, Report
J and I have lived in three two-bedroom apartments since graduating college four years ago: one in Ohio and two here in Portland. And in all that time, we have never had furniture in our second bedroom.
We owned no furniture when we moved to Ohio, so furnishing our apartment was a gradual process. We never bothered with the second bedroom because there was never any reason for anyone to come visit us in that small town surrounded by corn and soybean fields. And then shortly after we moved to Portland, my mom got a job in Concord, N.H., and started making plans to move up this way. Back in August, I went back to Florida and packed up my bedroom in the house where my parents had lived since I was 13. My parents said they would give us the furniture once they sold the house and brought everything up here.
The new owners closed on the house last month, and my furniture, along with boxes of books and china I'm claiming, is sitting in a storage unit in Concord. J had the day off today and had planned to move it to our apartment, but when I called home on my commute and asked him how it had gone, he told me, "It didn't go." Apparently something came up for the men who were supposed to help J. That second bedroom is still empty.
It's usually a mistake to wear a piece as distinctive as this shirt twice in four days. The first time, however, was on a Saturday, so only a few of my colleagues saw me. I also wanted to use this idea for a layered outfit while it's still spring. No one remarked on my shirt today, but then again, it's rare that anyone at work remarks on my clothes.
I have a new favorite food, folks. It's called foule, and on Friday the friendly people at the new Iraqi bakery and restaurant in town, Tandoor Bread, describe it as a variation on hummus made with fava beans. I love me some hummus, but this was 10 times better, with a much richer, deeper flavor. It had a soupy or stew-like texture and spread out to fill its paper plate. It was served warm, and a layer of olive oil pooled on top. I took some home and reheated it tonight, then scooped it up with flatbread for dinner. Freakin' fantastic.
If there are typical style blogger poses, I think I don't use too many of them. But today, two came in handy: Cross your legs and contemplate your feet, and Show us how touchable your hair is. It was a very early morning. Very early. And all the shots where I was looking at the camera were atrocious, full of puffy eyes and wan smiles. So if some blogging clichés could hide those, I was all too happy to find respite in them.
It was quite warm today — nearly 80 degrees — and I spent a portion of the morning standing outside in the sun, but long sleeves can still be comfortable in the heat when they're silk. The breezes passed right through this shirt to keep me cool.
L to R, top row: a delicious lunch of falafel, kabob, foulé and other Iraqi foods; my ticket at the BMV. Middle row: shopping for hiking boots; raspberry coriander streusel ice cream at Mt. Desert Island. Bottom: J checking out the cart of used books outside Longfellow Books; and about to hit a single at his company softball game.
J and I have now been working on different schedules for about six months. His days off are Thursdays and Fridays; mine are the typical weekends, except when it's my turn to be on weekend duty every five or six weeks. This weekend is one of those, so I arranged to take my compensating day off today, in order to spend some time with J. We have shared the occasional day off in the past six months — the last one was Marathon Monday — but they've all been spent visiting friends or family. Today it was just us, at home, and it was heavenly. When J and I are together, even updating the addresses on our vehicle registrations and licenses (only six months after moving!) is enjoyable.
And yes, I finally sprung for a denim shirt. I'd searched for months at thrift stores and on eBay without any luck, so I sucked it up and paid full price for a garment for the first time since September. That $41.48 was a little painful, but I expect to get lots of use out of this shirt.
After last year's Everybody Everwear: Polka Dots, I decided that I NEEDED a polka dot skirt. I set up a saved search on eBay and waited several weeks for something that fit my criteria: knee-length, black or navy blue background, small white dots of even size and spacing. This silk skirt from Ann Taylor showed up after several weeks and became the first of many polka-dotted items I've since purchased.
I actually was a little unhappy when the skirt arrived in the mail because the dots are ivory, not white, but it's really not noticeable, even when worn with white. This skirt is perfect for the black-and-white pattern mixes that I love so much (though there's only one here). As with other black-and-white patterns, I find that it works best with neutrals and bright colors. I'm not a big fan of the outfit with the green sweater. Another thing I'm noticing here is that I wore the skirt most frequently with my Mary Janes. The skirt is so girly and frilly; it seems to call for feminine, soft-looking shoes as well.
I think of this as my boyfriend blazer, but that's not what it is. It's a Banana Republic woman's blazer in my normal size, but I think it must be several years old. Men's suits have become more slim-cut since Mad Men premiered in 2007, and I imagine something similar has happened with women's suits. I could be totally wrong, but I know that it's longer, boxier and roomier than a Banana Republic blazer I bought new in 2010. And check out those huge lapels!
Considering the cut of this blazer, it looks best with miniskirts or skinny pants — something to counter the way it obscures my figure on my top half. Too much volume on the bottom and it can get a little frumpy. I wasn't sure if I could pair the blazer with this A-line skirt, but I think the fact that it falls a couple of inches above the knee makes it work.
Back in November, I paired this blouse and dress to create an all-blue outfit. Here's a variation inspired by the color combination in this outfit I pinned a couple of months ago. I covet that belt Adrien is wearing!
J didn't feel like cooking tonight, so we decided to use one of our restaurant gift certificates from Chanukah to go to Emilitsa, which can be difficult to get into on weekends. It was amazing! J and I like to share dishes when we go out to eat, so tonight we ordered a trio of dips (tzatziki, pureed salmon roe and a salsa-like concoction with eggplant and tomatoes), fried chicken livers and an entree of lamb chops, which were perfectly charred on the outside, juicy red inside and served with a heaping pile of lemony sauteed spinach. But the highlight was dessert: berries, cream and a vanilla-Metaxa-black pepper sauce. I swooned over the texture of the cream, which was stiff and smooth, somewhere between whipped cream — which I don't really like — and yogurt.
One of the trips J and I hope to take someday is a cruise of the Greek isles, and I think I may be looking forward to the food most of all. The Greeks use all the best ingredients, like lemon juice, olive oil, greens, feta, yogurt and honey — how could it be anything short of delicious?
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