Tag Archives: balance

happy feet.

20 Oct

i’m working from home for a majority of october (more on that craziness later), which means that i get to wear my awesome CHIMP SLIPPERS around during the work day. basically it’s the most awesome perk, along with the 5-minute-break dance parties, turkey bacon accompanied breakfasts, and italo disco playing out loud in the home office. i’m even getting used to (and actually liking) the 18-hour work days i’m putting in. you read right. 18 hours. all in the name of obsessive perfectionism.

here’s to working hard & adorable slippers!

have a wonderful evening!

and yes, this post is absolutely going in the blog’s ‘style’ section. thank you, target dollar isle.

enjoy a cozy weekend.

15 Oct

after what feels like, and very well may be, months of events and travel and rush here-rush there, we are finally planning a weekend IN.

i’m indulging in an unsest alarm clock, healthy home-cooked dinners, movie night, and my fuzzy brown blanket. much as i love them, a weekend free from the curling iron and lipstick is oh so needed. i’m trading in my blazer and glitter flats for leggings and my vintage bears hoodie.

can you tell i’m excited to do nothing? because i am.

here’s some favorite cozy & relaxing finds to peruse, especially while kicking it on your couch (like me!)…

ready to get your fall apron on? soups for the season.

the perfect bed to fall into.

live in chicago? i recommend county line orchard for some apple picking.

i’m dying to try this pumpkin bread pudding.

adorable halloween party invites on etsy.

holy dairy bliss. fancy grilled cheese recipes! do i hear dinner party?

the always stylish beauty department tutorial for CANDY CORN NAILS!

big girls do cry.

10 Oct

we’ve all done it at some point. and for those of us who live in a big city, we’ve most likely cried in public at least once in our adult life.

during my first year living in chicago i went through the full gamut of emotions, a challenging new job, adjusting to life without my family 20 minutes away, a break-up with a long-term boyfriend. so the tears were more expected then. but as i’ve come to find after living in chicago for over three years, my “city girl” shell cracks every so often; and when it does, it doesn’t seem to matter whether i’m in my bedroom or walking down busy michigan avenue.

take my epic commute home on the 148 bus on march 1st, 2010. the story starts earlier that day. a boy with whom i’d come to be thick-as-thieves told me over grilled cheese and cokes at the diner on wabash & monroe, that he was leaving his job. we’d worked together for two years, over which we’d gone from mentor-mentee, to work friends, to best pals. we were desk buddies, coffee dates, lunch conversation. i’d come to expect his familiar smile each morning, the way he would slide into view across the desk when looking for a chat break, and the seat he filled next to me at our weekly team meetings. and though i knew he needed to move on to pursue a career in his true passion, i felt something jolt inside me as he divulged his news of leaving.

everything stopped. i don’t remember the last half of lunch–paying the check, walking back to the office in a blur. i tried to hide my emotions. i was largely successful…until i got on the bus home. and that’s when it happened. right there on the 148 express from state & lake all the way to irving & marine, i cried. with the rain falling outside and fleetwood mac playing on my ipod, i let down my guard and finally let myself react. i cried deep silent tears openly and without hesitation at the realization that i’d fallen in love with this boy. how could i not have seen it? and now he was leaving, and work would be different, and would it make me want to leave to? would he ever love me back? i cried for all of those hard questions that had no answers on that day. it didn’t matter if someone was sitting behind or across from me. the backdrop went hazy and i finally felt alone and unguarded for the first time all day.

as melissa febos so eloquently states in her op-ed article, look at me, i’m crying, when living in a city, we find ways to make public spaces more familiar, more private. i’ve 1200ft of personal space and as febos accounts, there are times when public space outside the home feels more private than a shared apartment. my daily commute, shopping trips, and afternoon strolls are all shared with countless strangers. yet, to me, they’ve become my “me” time. i’m sure many a city dweller will agree, these are truly moments when we feel alone despite the how obviously public the space.

i’m happy to say that in the coming year i found answers to all the questions from my bus ride home on march 1. that boy does love me back, and we now share a home together. work without my best friend felt different at first, but is much better in the long run. god knows i was chatting with that boy far too much! i’ll always remember that bus ride home. it changed my life.

the privacy we find in public is an endearing part of city life. adapting to our surroundings is a key part of keeping our emotional sanity in this urban jungle. once you learn the ropes of living in the city, home & personal space aren’t just in your apartment, they’re anywhere you can find solitude & quiet time for reflection. a place to feel alone.

be it on the el train or in a favorite cafe, the familiar spots in our routine become comforting and personal; so much so, that when we need, we can let our guard down. sometimes even big girls need to cry.

it’s friday. let’s dance.

7 Oct

this week i’ve done the macarena  > 3 times.

WHAT THE WHAT?!, you say.

some would think that dancing the macarena more than once in the past ten years indicates maturity issues. but this time travel back to 1995 has been cheering me up during a week that’s had more lows than i’d like to admit.

for those of you familiar with the dance song phenomena, you’ll find this chart entertaining. my recollection & performance of the song resembles this breakdown.

in case you forgot the moves, this aweseome 90s videos will get your groove back. eeehhhhhhhh MACARENA!!!

later tonight i’ll be trading in my macarena moves for the Naked and Famous‘ ultra synth bliss. i’m in need of a girls date night like WOAH.

check out my favorite track, Girls Like You, off the 2010 album, Passive Me Aggressive You.

smile.

29 Sep

here’s to working with some fantastic & supportive colleagues on a challenging and insanely exciting project.

when the going gets tough, we buy cookies.

a much welcomed sunshine-y day brightener.

monkey see.

26 Sep

it’s a gloomy, rainy, cold monday here in chicago.

on weekends i’m ALL FOR this type of weather, cozying up with a cup of tea, fuzzy blanket and kindle. but, seriously, a monday morning is NOT the time for the monsoon we experienced this morning. my morning commute started with a wind whipping trek downing irving park and ended with a soaking wet office arrival. not winning at all.

when i’m feeling less than my usual happy-camper self at home, the boy cheers me up by puppeteering our chimp stuffed animals. yup, that’s right. they’ve got songs and stories and they MAKE my day. i’d even go as far to bet that they’d make yours as well.

so, how about some whimsical monkey prints to cheer us up on this bleak monday?

a little weird? yes. adorable? you bet.

i obviously want these. so precious.

wise albert.

22 Sep