Friday, August 29, 2014

Life this Week: Unpacking, Friendshipping, Building, Nail Painting

I'm finally starting to feel a litttttle bit more settled into my new home this week, thank GAWD. After what seemed like a string of bad luck, the clouds are parting a little and there hasn't been a terrible event in at least a few days. Phew.

So far one of the best things about being back in the Boston area is being able to hang out with friends. It's so nice to be able to see people casually again on a weekday evening without me needing to hurriedly squeeze in a visit before leaving town again. Although, I have to say, it's not that cool that public transportation makes a 3-mile trip take no less than 1 hour to complete. (Boston transit... you and I are gonna have to work this thing out.)

On Tuesday night I ventured from Medford to Cambridge to spend some QT with my little angel-faced doll of a friend Kara. (She has been a rock star in helping me feel more at home.) We watched a ton of the trashy E! television shows that have been missing from my life for way too long, as well as the wonderfully retro movie Now & Then (all while eating a chicken quesadilla that Kara made for me herself, #nom). The viewing of the latter was mostly because we couldn't find Aladdin available On Demand or Netflix. Next time.

Earlier this week I also got a gym membership at a Gold's Gym that's within walking distance of my home. If I know me - which I do - a gym within walking distance is my best bet for frequent workouts. And here's a funny thing that happened during that sign-up process:


So. That has spawned some discussion on my Facebook page haha. The people of Pittsfield clearly don't agree with the trainer's opinion of our dental reputation.

In other news, I keep realizing as I'm preparing food that I don't have the necessary kitchen utensils to complete my meal, and neither does my roommate. This has caused a bit of frustration and has spawned a running list of several basic things that my apartment still needs. Spatulas, can openers and pasta strainers - I'm lewkin' at yew guys.

Meanwhile, as seen on Instagram, I finally finished putting together one of the two dressers I ordered from Target for my new apartment. There has never been a more involved building process for such a cheap-ish piece of furniture. Literally took me 5 sessions spread out across as many days to complete, but once it was finished I was finally able to start putting away some of the clothes that have been COVERING every corner of my bedroom since August 17th.

White 3-drawer dresser with silver handle hardware

The white rug of my bedroom is becoming more and more visible by the day. Which reminds me, I need to buy some Resolve... because there is NO way that I'll be able to avoid getting that damn thing dirty. #ImClumsy #SpillsFindMe

As mentioned here yesterday, my friends Abby and Geoff are gettin' hitched this weekend, and YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS. Party time, excellent, wheee-oooo, wheeee-oooo, wheeee-ooo!! #FriendshipFest2k14. There are friends coming from near and far to celebrate the momentous occasion. Geobby (obviously their celeb couple name) have been dating since they were BABIES practically, and the rest of us have been -UM- waiting for this day for a long damn time. That's one of the reasons I feel SO SPESH for being able to be a part of their wedding as a bridesmaid.

Annnd speaking of that, here is the nail look that I'll probably be sporting on Sunday for the wedding, using Jade Jump by Sally Hanson Insta-Dri and Dreamer by Revlon:

Jade Jump, jade and blue pastel nail polish

Dreamer by Revlon and Jade Jump by Sally Hansen, blue and mint pastel nail polishes


Since they're both pastels, you know that their first coats looked like a hot mess: 

Blue and mint pastel nail polishes
But they mostly evened out after the second coat. The blue nails are still a tiny bit patchy now that I'm looking at these photos, so I'll make sure to add a thin third coat when I recreate this on Sunday.

Dreamer by Revlon and Jade Jump by Sally Hansen, nail polish




On a related note, there was a recent important lesson learned in how not to move a box full of nail polish bottles across the country:

Oops! Broken nail polish bottle

Nail polish bottle broken in the box

Miraculously, it was only one single bottle of polish that broke inside of this box - but it covered dozens of other bottles in polish! The bottle that broke (the remnants of which is pictured below completely stuck to that other bottle of Insta-Dri) was actually one of the oldest (if not the oldest) nail polishes I owned. It was a Bath & Body Works purchase from middle school or high school - a pea-soup color that I probably haven't used in the last decade. 

Broken polish bottle
Next time I will use a hell of a lot more (read: any) bubble wrap in my packing of those little guys. I still can't believe my luck that only one bottle broke out of my entire 100+ bottle collection. Disaster avoided, somehow. I'll circle back to the first paragraph of this blog and just say it again: "PHEW."

...And I'll end this blog now before my luck runs out ;) Have a great weekend!

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Thursday, August 28, 2014

Douglas Coupland Exhibit at the Vancouver Art Gallery

One of the last "cool" things that Dave and I did together before my departure from Vancouver was to check out the Douglas Coupland exhibit that had been featured at the Vancouver Art Gallery since May 31. The exhibit, which runs till Sept 1 (so hurry your booties over there if you haven't seen it yet), is called "everywhere is anywhere is anything is everything" (ooh, so artsy) and features a ton of colorful and interesting commentaries on Canadian life, pop culture and modern technology, using a whoooole bunch of different materials across different mediums.

Douglas Coupland at Vancouver Art Gallery

While, honestly, most of the descriptions/explanations of each piece of art were incredibly eye-roll-inducing with their over-the-top stretching for metaphors and desperate attempts to impress us with artistic insight (picture an OG hipster in a Portland coffee shop using as much pretentious language as possible to describe the symbolism behind the curvature of a coffee cup handle), the works were all visually fun to take in. Sometimes I wish artists would just come out and say, "I just liked the way these things looked together," rather than trying desperately to convey some deeper meaning behind everything they've done. It comes off as such bull plop and, I think, detracts from the experience of what could simply be an opportunity for pure visual enjoyment.

Anyway, that said, here are a few of the "visually enjoyable" works of art we saw that day at the exhibit (which we were encouraged to photograph and share):

Douglas Coupland art, neatly arranged knick-knacks on shelves

Douglas Coupland art, neatly arranged knick-knacks on shelves

Douglas Coupland, sculpture of cell phone tower damaged by ice storm

Douglas Coupland, Lego, Little boxes

Douglas Coupland, Lego, Little boxes

Dave checking out the Lego houses
.  david ponders the deeper meaning behind the identical lego homes  .
Douglas Coupland, Lego city towers

Douglas Coupland, sculptures with blocks

Douglas Coupland, portrait dripping with paint


Douglas Coupland, Big detergent bottles









This was obviously just a small sampling of the works that are on display in the exhibit. If you like seeing weird and colorful shit put together into sculptures and displays, or pop-art-esque paintings/graphics, or ummm huge bottles of detergent, then hurry to check out everywhere is anywhere is anything is everything before it leaves Vancouver next week!

Meanwhile in my life, I've got an exciting weekend coming up. My friends Abby and Geoff are getting married on Sunday, and I am very excited to be a part of their wedding as a bridesmaid. There are lots of bridal party/wedding preparation activities planned for Saturday and Sunday, so I'll report back on that with lots of pictures and hashtags and CAPS LOCK, for sure. Expect a quick check-in tomorrow for a report on what nail polishes I'll be donning for the occasion!

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Friday, August 22, 2014

This Is Not A Blog About Nail Polish

It's Friiiiiiday, and that means............... nails, usually. But not today - ohh no, nope, not today. MY BODY HAD OTHER PLANS FOR ME FOR THIS WEEK.

So when you move to a new home, what's the first thing you do? Unpack your shit? Hang up your clothes? Go explore your new neighborhood? Develop a cyst that rapidly becomes infected and leaves you unable to do anything except cry in pain for a few days?

If you picked that last one, you'd be on the same page as me and my body right now.

Yep, it's been a great week. As if being lonely wasn't enough, I've also been yelled at by my new neighbors, confronted with a new dresser that appears nearly impossible to put together, and spent an evening in the Urgent Care unit at a Medford hospital while a doctor tried to figure out if this *AWESOME BRAND NEW CYST* was infected or not. Spoiler alert: It was, but the doc didn't know it. So. I was sent home from the hospital on Tuesday night with a prescription for antibiotics that would prove useless as the pain became worse and worse over the ensuing 24 hours. Oh, did I mention I don't have any health insurance right now because I am between my Canadian insurance and my company's insurance? Because that's true.

On Wednesday night when the pain was becoming unbearable, my mom and I decided together that I ought to go back to Pittsfield to have the issue treated by a doctor at the hospital that my mother works at. So on Thursday morning, my dad was once again on the other side of Massachusetts, picking me up from the apartment I'd only been at for 3.5 days, and bringing me back to Pittsfield for a bit of an emergency procedure. Don't worry, I will spare you all the (very gory) details.

I'm doing fine now, thanks. A million times better than I was at this time yesterday, that's fo' damn sho'. Just... what the eff, you know? Did this really have to happen the week I moved in? Did it really have to happen in the tiny window of time that I'm uninsured? CAN I LIVE?

Anyway, I'm relaxing/recuperating at my parents' house for the weekend. It's remarkably nice to have the option to do this again - it's been years since I've been able to feel like my family is just a drive away. Makes me feel a little more... safe, I guess.

I do have lots of pictures of some recent things that I've been wanting to share on my blog, but life just keeps getting in the way, and now my camera/camera cord are back in Medford. Stick with me guys, I promise things will return to some version of normal sometime soon. I hope.

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Monday, August 18, 2014

Ye Olde Moving Day

Yesterday was sorrrrrt of a rough day for me. I ended up moving into my apartment on Sunday instead of Saturday, thanks to a slight delay in the arrival of my belongings in Massachusetts from Seattle. Once my stuff arrived and my father and I packed it all into his truck/trailer in Western Mass, it was a completely law-abiding pace the entire drive east to the Boston-area. One can never drive too carefully when there's a demi-precarious trailer full of my entire life bouncing around behind one's truck.

Once in Medford, my rock star of a father helped me move everything as only dads can, while my new roommate and her boyfriend both also earn co-MVPs for helping me move in ALL of my things without my even asking them to!! Seriously, so nice of them.

The big hiccup in the move-in was when several tenants in the apartment building took turns yelling (no, really, yelling) at me because apparently a) one of the two elevators was broken that day, and b) there is a rule against moving in on Sundays. Of course, if I'd known that, we certainly wouldn't have been bogarting the sole elevator for 20 minutes or moving in that day - I'm not an asshole, as you guys hopefully have picked up on - but they were livid. LIV-ID. No amount of my apologizing calmed them. In fact, we've even been promised a fine for our misdeeds. So... Welcome to the building, Bail! Ugh. Apparently there are a lot of rules in this apartment building that I need to study.

... But the reason that I think everyone is so serious around here is because this building is pretty freaking nice. There's a gorgeous lobby, a community party room that can be rented out by tenants, a pool, and even a little gym. My apartment unit has a balcony, a washer/dryer, hardwood floors in the main area, and I even get my own bathroom. (Oh, and the apt also comes with a seemingly very nice roommate with an equally kind boyfriend.)

After my dad left (which, I was told later, he did NOT want to do), I spent the rest of the evening opening boxes and slowly putting things away. Between the symbolic (dramatic) drive east to Boston, getting yelled at by strangers, and unpacking alone in a room that's now just my bedroom... not gonna lie, I cried more than a few times. In fact, for most of the day I was feeling like little more than a helpless, emotional clusterfuck.

But as the hours went by and my belongings became less and less scattered around the room, breathing became a little bit easier. I started to notice how rather pleasant the steady rush of traffic sounded, down in front of my building on the parkway. Then as it became darker outside and I readied myself for bed, I could hear crickets begin to chirp from the nearby river banks.

It wasn't the most brilliant series of pleasant thoughts of all time or anything... but they helped me end the night with a little more peace of mind than I'd had all day.

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Friday, August 15, 2014

Fuchsia and Mustard Nails

I'd personally like to pretend that my last blog wasn't so depressing and somber and just move ahead with this nail blog like it's any other Friday. This change has been difficult already and it's only been a few days. Tomorrow, if all goes as planned (and for the love of god, I hope it goes as planned), I'll be moving into my new apartment with the help of my Dear Ol' Dad. Thank you to all the people who sent me messages and left me nice comments on Monday - that was really nice of you and it helped me feel a little less alone.

Now, ugh. Nails, I guess? Sure, let's show off some bright nails. Those are always cheerful. I picked out this polish pairing before my move and have kept these bottles safe in my carry-on bag so that they were easily reachable for today's polish post.

Pink and yellow nails

I wanted to use my wonderfully mustard Essence Little Miss Sunrise polish again, after having not used it since last fall. But rather than use it with other jewel tones and autumnal tones, as I have in the past, I wanted to pair it with something really bright and summery. Enter Sally Hansen's Fuchsia Power.

Fuchsia and mustard nails



Annnd that's pretty much all there is to it. Fuchsia Power only needs two coats for opacity but Little Miss Sunrise needed three. By the way, one of my other nail polish looks that used Little Miss Sunrise has been a pretty big hit on Pinterest. Feel free to refresh your memory of that mani here.

Alright bitchessssss, wish me luck tomorrow. And everyday after that. Thanksss. And in case you were wondering... yes, I've had Dunkin Donuts twice this week. #PraiseJesus.

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Monday, August 11, 2014

Big Changes on the Horizon

So I've been totally putting off writing this blog post for as long as possible because... well because honestly it sucks and I'm still having a pretty rough time digesting it myself. Nevertheless, it needs to be addressed, and that's got to happen sometime. I'll try doing it now.

Earlier this summer, Dave made the decision to end our relationship of nearly 7 years. I'm not going to go into the details of it all because I'm not a teenager and this is not a diary, but one of the most important things to know is that we have been best friends for a long time now - and that hasn't changed. Not yet, anyway. I'm heartbroken, but I'm not angry. Well. Maybe a tiny bit angry. But I imagine that just makes me more of a human than a robot.

With that massive "uncoupling" news in an itty bitty nutshell, there are going to be some big changes coming up for my life in the coming weeks.

Those changes will start with a cross-country move back to Massachusetts, which means - among many other things - a new home for me. For this, I took to Craigslist to look through the listings of Boston's many suburbs for a suitable apartment in which to embark on my new life path.

I've never lived alone before, but it was a pretty serious consideration for me for my "next step." I always thought I'd live alone at some point in my life, and there have been times over the last decade or so that a small wave of disappointment has washed over me upon realizing this had never come to fruition. Unfortunately, as my search for a Boston-based apartment escalated, it became clear to me that I could only afford to live alone if it was in a relatively crappy apartment or neighborhood, or somewhere so far outside Boston that it would be difficult for me to get into the city.

After some re-structuring of my expectations, my search began to include apartments with potential roommates - roommates I would not know, roommates who I would not meet in person before moving in, since my apartment search was happening from Vancouver. Luckily, I have some of the best friends in the entire world, and my friend Kara (who lives in Cambridge, MA) offered to check out any apartments/roommates in person for me. (By the way, it's become clear to me over the last month that there is no shame in asking for help from people right now.)

Eventually I found an apartment listing that was in my price range, looked big and clean, and had a great location a short walk from a T station (the Boston subway system) and a small reservation land. The apartment building also boasted a pool and a gym, and the young woman living in the apartment (my future roommate) is a professional who certainly seemed nice and polite when we Facetimed as Kara checked out the apartment.

Long story short - I'm moving in to my new Medford apartment this weekend with my new roommate Helen.

Today is actually my last day in Vancouver - a city which, as you've likely noticed, has won me over completely over the last 22 months. This is my favorite place that I've ever lived, and I feel so fortunate to have had the opportunity to call it my home. The stunning mountain views, endless hiking opportunities, palm trees, beaches, English Bay, bald eagles (my goodness, all the eagles!), restaurants, shopping, huge ships, gorgeous flowers, enormous trees, friendly and inspiring blogging community... I have to keep reminding myself that this was all going to end soon anyway. Our permits for being allowed to live in Canada were to expire at the end of December 2014 when Dave's schooling is to end. But obviously, this isn't the way I'd prefer to be leaving.  

Nevertheless, it's happening. We drove a car-load of my belongings down to Seattle this weekend to send them off to Massachusetts via Amtrak... now I just have to send myself. And there's a one-way ticket with my name on it for a red-eye flight tonight.

So. That's the big news with me and my life right now. Huge and somewhat abrupt life changes like this are never easy, so I'm giving myself permission to say without shame that it mostly sucks. It's going to be excruciating to no longer see David everyday and to let go of all the hopes/plans/expectations I had for the two of us... but I have to believe it will become easier with time. Wish me luck and please forgive any lapses in posting over the next couple of weeks as my life in Massachusetts begins to fall into place. Look forward to pictures and stories from a new city here on my blog.

And now..... just so you know I'm still "me" even though my heart is broken and I'm feeling terrified, here is a nice caps lock hashtag from The Bright Side:  #DUNKINDONUTSHEREICOOOOOOOME!!!!!!!!!!

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Friday, August 8, 2014

Pastel Nails: Dreamer and Lacy Lilac

Oh heyyyy, Friday. Sup girl. I'm still battling the shoulder pain that I was fussing about on Sunday, so it's been a bit of a Debbie week for me. There's been a lot of whining going on around here... as well as a lot of cursing, icing, medicating, stretching, and sprawling out on my back in the middle of the living room floor. Nothing is easing the stinging, battery-on-tongue pain that's darting around my whole left shoulder and lat area. I'm considering amputation. Yes, amputating my entire left upper torso.

Anyway, enough betching. This week's nails are simple and sweet - a pairing of a pastel blue and a pastel purple.

Dreamer by Revlon and Lacy Lilac by Sally Hansen, nail polish

I've shown Lacy Lilac before (here and here) - it's a shimmer-free springtime-Easter-lavender polish from the Sally Hansen Hard As Nails Xtreme line.

Dreamer by Revlon and Lacy Lilac by Sally Hansen, nail polish

The blue polish is Dreamer by Revlon, which I haven't showcased since way back in 2012 when my blog was still a baby! Remember my argyle nail fail? You probably don't. You can see it here. Or don't, because it's a huge bird-poop fail.

Dreamer by Revlon and Lacy Lilac by Sally Hansen, nail polish

Both of these polishes are typical pastels - super streaky and troublesome to work with. I applied 3 coats of each, and tried to wait till each coat was pretty dry before applying the next coat.

What are you guys up to this weekend? I have to head down to Seattle tomorrow for a day trip so hopefully traffic isn't wretched. Wish me luck!

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