Might I suggest a song to listen to as you scroll through this post? Turn your speakers up to full volume and blast this bad boy, if you please.
Reasons Joel and I spent Thanksgiving 2016 in NYC are as follows:
Joel’s 3 best man friends from high school live in 3 different boroughs (Manhattan, Queens, and Brooklyn) and we miss them and their dumb faces.
This girl has been needing some new colorful walls to take pictures of/in front of.
So people could ask us if we were going to watch the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade and we could look at them with mild disgust and say “ew, no.”
eh, why not?
I’ve found myself in general creative slump lately, and gallivanting around a different city (especially this particular city) is just what the artsy fartsy doctor ordered. Unlike my previous two times visiting NYC, I packed all the right things and didn’t need to borrow a coat from our generous (and stylish) friend Andy. I even made a list of places to go/things to look at. Go me! Here’s that list:
Essex City Market
Parsons School Of Design (we’re big Project Runway fans)
Black Tap NYC
Cha Cha Matcha
The Jewish Museum
I love the hustle and bustle of New York and I don’t even mind the paranoia caused by potentially being mugged at any second. We didn’t make it to everything on that list, and some of the things we just happily stumbled upon without specifically looking for them. We also went to MoMA on a free admission night, which I highly recommend if you want to look at Starry Night by peeking through the heads of three rows of people who had a poster of it in their childhood bedroom too.
New life goal: Live in New York City long enough to get my resting bitch face up to par.
Although I don’t really like the idea of sitting down to a traditional Thanksgiving dinner and taking turns saying what we’re all thankful for (“I’m thankful to be here with all you dummies”) before we can wolf down some mashed potatoes, I still want to mention what I am thankful for this year. 2016 has been filled with really high ups and really low downs so far, and I think it deserves a bit of reflection.
I’m thankful for:
a husband who is on board with creating new traditions with me and is okay with the fact that I’ll probably never cook a turkey.
best friends who laugh at my jokes and always have my back.
a rewarding and fun 9-5, M-F job.
kittens who behave like total dickheads sometimes (it grounds us).
in-laws who not only don’t suck, but that are actually pretty freaking cool. I genuinely love them so much.
a sister who makes me laugh so hard that I spit out whatever I’m drinking.
our home (even when it’s a mess).
did I mention my husband?!
the opportunity to have seen a little bit more of the world.
I am pretty much a textbook Type B person, except when it comes to one thing: my nails (I guess that’s technically 10 things). I could give a shit about my toenails, but I am an anal retentive monster when it comes to the upkeep of my fingernails, needing to have them buffed, filed, and painted at all times. If I find even the tiniest of chips in one painted nail, I spend most of the day picking at it and eventually peel off the rest of the polish on the rest of my nails, then I fixate on my hands until I can get to the nearest cotton ball and bottle of non-acetone remover to clean it up. Although I do like to treat myself to the occasional manicure, I’ve been doing my own at home since I was in 2nd grade and consider myself an expert amateur.
Take Biotin to help with nail and hair growth.
Don’t bite your nails because I had a friend who had an uncle who totally got a weird stomach worm from biting his nails. He died. Just kidding, but he did have surgery.
If your favorite nail polish has gotten too thick, add a tiny bit of nail polish remover to the bottle and shake it. Repeat process until the viscosity is right!
Don’t just file your nails, buff them too. Just do it, please. (talking to you, Allie)
If you change your nail color as often as I do, skip the top coat but not the base coat.
I can’t cut my own cuticles to save my life, so I can’t give any advice on that other than “seek help for that step”.
To dry your freshly painted nails, put your fingertips in a bowl of ice water.
Don’t take a nap immediately after you paint your nails.
Although I own more bottles of nail polish than I care to admit, I tend to stick with a more neutral palette of nude, black, gray, or any shade of pink. If I’m feeling particularly colorful, my favorite thing to do is add a bright polka dot on top of each nude nail. It’s a ridiculously easy way to liven up an at-home manicure. NAILED IT.
There’s absolutely nothing wrong with looking/feeling like a dominatrix/biker chick if you’re into that. I’m just not, okay? So when I wear this faux leather, cut out back BB Dakota dress with black Kate Spade ankle booties, I pair it with my pink feather jacket. I think it takes the look from “I might stab you in a bar” to “I can’t remember where I parked my fancy car”.
I’m totally repeating myself by talking about this particular juxtaposition (leather + something sweet/soft), but really I look for any excuse to say juxtaposition in my everyday life.
I love this dress! I’ve had it for a few years now and every Fall I get really excited for the weather to be cool enough to wear it. Same with my feather jacket. And my black booties too I guess…
I don’t really know what to say to wrap this post up soooo… byeeeee.
People say that the first year of marriage is the hardest. So far, it’s been more of an adjustment at times, but I wouldn’t call it difficult. Coming down from the high that we were on from our wedding (especially after planning every last detail for over a year and having so many friends and family come to our city) wasn’t the easiest thing, but we were excited and eager start our lives together as husband and wife. Even when we got back from our two week European honeymoon, it somehow feels like our honeymoon never ended.
It’s definitely not all rainbows and butterflies. Sometimes I forget that I’m legally bound to anther person and that I shouldn’t keep all of my feeling bottled up like I’m so accustomed to doing. Joel is so great about knowing when any tiny little thing is wrong with me and making me talk about it. Communication has always been key for us. It’s why we never really “fight”.
Today marks our first six months of marriage! Pretty cool that we’re halfway to our first year as The Blumers, huh? Since getting hitched, the question I get asked the most is when we plan to have kids. “Cool your damn jets” is what I want to say to my mom when she pressures me into making a baby before her next visit to Pittsburgh (November 2017). We did not get married for the sole purpose of reproducing, we got married because we want to be together and if we add a few more to our family, then that’s cool too, but it’s just us for now. We don’t actually plan on having children until we are both in our thirties. Joel’s about to be 29, but I’m still 26 so we have some time to ourselves. The thing is, our marriage itself is kind of our baby. Think about it: it needs tender, loving care and we give annoying month to month updates on Facebook. I should copyright that metaphor.
Two big things we have added to our lives since getting married: a budget and kittens! I think that a lot of newlyweds and couples in general, argue about money. With a weekly budget and a nerdy husband who loves Excel spreadsheets, we can happily stick with it! We’re only a little obsessed with our kittens, Sweet Dee and Peter Nincompoop.
It didn’t take us long to settle into our roles as being a boring old married couple. We’re total homebodies who spent the entire weekend binge watching Workaholics and old seasons of Project Runway. We spend a lot of time together at home in order to save our money so we can continue to travel together. We’ll be in NYC for Thanksgiving and have at least two more big trips planned for next year.
And for anyone who thinks it’s weird that we don’t fart in front of each other, know that we do have burping contests and Joel popped a pimple on my face for me last night.
I hate talking about politics because I know next to nothing about politics. But, yesterday, I sat shaking uncontrollably and crying my eyes out. I, along with a lot of my fellow Americans, felt like I had been punched in the heart. I emailed myself a draft of a blog post that I have decided not to publish just yet. I’m not ready to be brave. For now, all I want to do is hug my husband, my friends, and my kittens (though not when I’m trying to type, Peter! Seriously, did you eat the number three key?!) and just be grateful for everything I have in life and pray that none of my rights are ever taken away from me. I want to take 2 steps forward, not 10 steps back.
Let’s move on together, shall we? What other choice do we have?
Have you ever heard the saying “Shoot for the moon! Even if you miss, you’ll land among the stars”? Well, I hate to be Buzz Kill Blumer, but it’s false. If you’re shooting for the moon and you miss, you’ll still, technically, be about 98 million miles away from the closest star.
A much preferable positive mantra would be “If you can dream it, YOU CAN DO IT!” It’s true. If you just “go confidently in the direction of your dreams,” you can “live the life you have always imagined.” So dream on, people!
My number one ambition (or dream, if you will) in life is to travel. The world is my oyster and I just want to eat it. It has been brought to my attention that a very inexpensive airline is making the city of Pittsburgh one of its hubs for direct flights to Iceland, with connections to a lot of other European cities. When I read about it, it felt like my life goals were slapping me upside the head and saying “look, dummy! this is for you!”
You may say I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one.