Two Special Videos

Today is Friday, and I'm feeling sappy. I will refrain from being my normal, sarcastic, morbid self. I will not talk about my weight, a color swatch, paper, or why I don't understand people. Instead, I would like to celebrate two things: marriage and pregnancy.

I got really, really lucky when Trent walked into my life. He is my husband, yes. He is also my best friend. The best friend I've ever had. Not in the way that people throw that around either. He understands everything about me, and why I am the way I am. He never gets mad at me. He tolerates my complaining about things that stress me out all the time, and never complains back.

I always want to be with my husband. Not in the creepy weird way that couples who can never do anything apart are. I just always want him around. I always want to call him right after anything happens. I miss his face on his pillow when I sleep alone at night when he's away. I cherish the moments when we get a dinner out, or when I force him to stay up late even though he's falling asleep to talk to me, or to answer trivia questions about our ten years 11 years together. He is the best dad, and the apple of Lyla's eye. I wish everyone could know what an incredibly special relationship we have. How we don't argue (we do bicker though; mostly me) because we usually see eye to eye on most things. When we don't, we don't get mad, we just tell each other. We don't lie to each other (and I'm quite a liar). Best of all, he makes me feel good about myself when I feel the lowest. He never ceases to compliment me when I dress up, or have a good hair day. He also loves me just the same when I am a jerk. Although I do think he could take my jokes directed at him less seriously! Anyway, I profess this love because I saw a video today about an older couple's relationship (characterized through a cartoon) over 27 years.
It made me cry. It also made me realize that I feel the same way about Trent.
I'd like to dedicate today's post (does this happen in the blog space?) to Ali, my sister-in-law, who is getting married next Saturday. I wish you as much happiness as I have been lucky enough to have found.

Danny & Annie from StoryCorps on Vimeo.

A second video I would like to share is of one girl's journey through pregnancy. This is also moving. And with the Yeah Yeah Yeahs in the background, not much could be better. Enjoy.

New Direction?

After I mulled over the idea of a retro style for the baby's new room, I started second guessing my long-term love of it. I get sick of things pretty easily, but I never get sick of the way Lyla's room works. That's because I didn't commit to anything crazy that I could't easily swap out or re-work. It's very versatile. I have striped wallpaper, wood cubbies, an antique bench, and a cow-hide lamp all working together in there, and somehow it meshes and I love it. It's the only room in the house I really love. Maybe it's because Lylie is in it. :)

I don't know how long I can love pale blue walls. In fact, we just had our downstairs painted, and they were supposed to be pale gray but are slanting blue. I already want to repaint the walls. I can barely live with the blue. Maybe it's because all of our old furniture suddenly doesn't match at all. I've been talking here about a revamp for weeks, but nothing has really happened. I feel lost. I can't commit. I'm confused about what moves to make. I definitely need a designer to decorate my next home. It's too stressful to do it myself. I am completely incapable of making decisions in my house. Or, I impulse buy, then it doesn't match or I hate it in a month. This is something I am definitely not good at. I know what I like, I just don't know how to execute.

I'm also nesting already. I have been cleaning out things like the junk drawer, my linen closet, my shoe "situation," and just cleaning house. I don't have a lot of time to clean or nest, so when I start I can't stop. I guess it's a good thing, but it's also annoying to only be able to do it once a month or so. What I'm trying to spit out here is that I am craving structure and style here, and it is seriously lacking. The place is also a constant mess which is making me slightly crazy lately.

So, this made me think more and more that I should go with a classic, simple, and neutral palette for baby bean's room. I want it to be serene, not freaky. Plus, quirky only makes me hate myself later. The other room was too quirky. I was about to buy the bedding for the old post, and I stopped myself thinking, I don't love this.

I pondered. Then, I got the new Restoration Hardware catalog. Thank goodness for chef boy-r-dee. Their new line was amazing for home, and the kids stuff moved away from the pink and brown/blue and brown scheme of the past that has been done a million times before. It was warmer, and felt so much more like real furniture than the candy pop stuff you see so often. I put a new board together with some stand-outs. I think I will end up doing some combination of these selections with some stuff I find elsewhere, but I feel more confident going this route. It seems more us. Like home.

Until my next post.

Classic Wedding Attire

I have always had a soft spot for this style, yet it seems so hard to find. J. Crew has finally made me happy by bringing it back. I would prefer the sleeves to be a tad shorter, maybe just over the elbow, but isn't this dress just lovely?

I could see it with a bunch of chunky, dangly bracelets to funk it up.

I would also pair it with a pair of brightly-colored shoes, or a funky pale pink pair.

I may need to find a reason to buy and wear this dress. Maybe I can be like P. Diddy, throw a white party, and wear this? It has a winter wedding feel, so I'd definitely have to have the party next December (since I will have an eight-month preg belly this December).

Or maybe I'll show up at the Good Shepherd Sip and Shop in this.

I could wear it to Lyla's ballet recital at Christmas. They would appreciate it right?