Let’s be real: summer or no, I’m just not a bare legs kinda lady. I mean, maybe we should have this talk again in July, but whatever. Bare legs are basically an invitation for uncomfortable thigh rub & I’d take being a little bit too warm over that nightmare any day of the week.
In my dream world, I’d basically hang out wearing mini skirts, leather shorts, big shoes, and backless mini-dresses all of the time. Maybe with some of these:
Okay… now where are my leather shorts?
Sometimes I joke that I’m in a relationship that is composed of three distinct elements: me & Nick & feminism. Usually we all get along fine, but other times feminism is a pain in the ass. Occasionally I get these twinges of discomfort, like if this precise moment of my life were being analysed in a Second Wave-y Women’s Studies class, Nick and I would be found lacking.
In these situations I try to shake it off and do something fun instead.
That’s why yesterday turned into Ladies Night at my fav bar.
I was standing at the foot of the stage with one of my pals, watching Nick & his band pack up gear and I had that flash of feeling like I looked like a teenage fangirl. Blech! I looked at my friend & was just like, “What are two babes like us standing around here for?”
Our tough-as-shit pal Amanda was working bar across the street. It was basically empty when I showed up with Sal. Our friend Dave obligingly bought our drinks. “Babes get in free before last call, right!?” I promised our friend Emmott that I’d give him a spare key so he can sleep over in town on nights that he works, even if Nick won’t be here to let him in. I got my friend Ryan’s new cell number. I figure that’s pretty good: new key buddy, new number, free drink. Ladies Night success!
These people are the reason I know I won’t get too lonely over the next four months.
Still, when I watched the band roll out today I had this feeling of infinite possibility wash over me – the kind that makes you just wanna go back to bed and sleep it off. I like being in a couple. It works for me. I like living with Nick (he makes the best breakfasts.)
But, my stubborn and introverted self also gets a bit of a kick out of the idea that this is a break from the usual couple-y compromises. No one gets aggravated if I accidentally leave my towel on the bed. No one to judge me if I spend all day in my pajamas. No one to consult about what to make for dinner. No one to stop me from painting the whole house bubblegum pink. (Joking about that last one. Maybe.)
Today before work I did the dishes from that epic cheese-fest of a dinner that I made for the band last week, and swept out the house. Now it’s just me and the dog and a tidy kitchen. I’m plotting my next move.
Seriously though… what to make for dinner? Cooking for one is the worst. I’ll take all your suggestions.
PS: It struck me that taking myspace-y photos of my sleepy face in my tidy kitchen was really, really funny. It is, right? I thought so.
No post yesterday because I spent eight hours having a honeycomb-home for one of my bees tattooed around my left elbow. Being tattooed is kind of a funny thing. When we were done I felt so, so tired, like I had been running a marathon. But of course, I’d just been laying there, not doing anything really whatsoever except enduring the pain – yelping, laughing, grunting. Every muscle in my body is sore from being tensed up in resistance for so long. My artist was joking that he was working on the design and I was working on inner peace. By the end of it I really felt like the two of us had undergone some big experience together.
This is a photo from around the same time as that first one. Nick & I had juststarted dating and he had just got back from (what I thought was) a lot of touring. Three weeks? I remember two things about this time. 1) I chose that time to get tattooed because I felt like if my partner was out travelling around being famous that I needed to be doing something a bit out there too, to keep up. 2) It was so, so good just to be able to be next to each other.
The first show of Nick’s Baby Eagle tour is tonight & it marks the beginning of months apart. We are pretty good at keeping in touch long distance but not being able to actually touch is the part that is difficult. More than all the sexy makeouts, what I miss most is some physical proximity. Being close enough together to hold hands. Sitting at the same table at a cafe.
I no longer really feel a need to have a home life that compares to the (perceived) excitement of Nick’s tour life. He’s so busy that sometimes I don’t even know what country he is in, and that’s okay. I’m very likely sitting at the same bar most nights of the week drinking a pint of cider and knitting. But I have been trying to sneak in as many extra minutes of spooning in the morning as possible.
I’m just getting going on my first sweater, and naturally, that means I’m already thinking about what I’ll make next.
But I really wanna enjoy the process of this project, and I don’t want to miss out on the first! sweater! excitement because I’m already thinking about the second sweater… In the spirit of living in the moment, I’m gonna post instead about things that I know for sure I’m not going to make, since I can’t crochet at all. (Yet?)
I admit, I tend to like the looks of knitted garments more than crocheted ones, but I love crocheted housewares & artwork.
My biggest crochet inspiration has gotta be chalklegs – her colour choices & designs are super contemporary feeling, which can be hard to do with crochet.
I am in awe of this next piece & would love to spend a lot of time gazing at it in person sometime. I have absolutely no idea how you would go about executing something this intricate.
So…after I finish this first sweater (and maybe my second) …anyone wanna teach me to crochet? Pretty please?
- This week began with a sudden offer to take part in a huge opportunity – possibly the biggest commitment I’ve ever taken on. I’m still working out all the details, but the short version is that I should get to do something creative, fun, & fashionable with a best best friend. Or at least to help her bring a big dream to fruition. Can’t wait to get my hands dirty.
- Thinking about how to make this project happen crystallized a lot of goals for me & showed me how I could step up my game. I’ve been feeling like I need to be pushing myself harder but wasn’t sure where to apply force – now I have a much much better idea which is making me feel so super energized.
- I’ll be living alone in April & to prepare I’ve been doing some spring cleaning, home decor daydreaming & bonding big-time with my puppy.
- I loved reading this Fiona Apple concert review at Geometric Sheep. Now to get her to play Toronto…
- Worked a lot at my vintage clothes job this week. Bought myself a sheer leopard print top that I plan to wear with everything all summer.
- Got invited to my new friend Sasha’s house with some other knitters. We ate mac and cheese and made things and watched Buffy. I am hoping that carbs, yarn, and 90s tv becomes a weekly event.
- Springtime means transitioning from drinking coffee-flavoured beer to gin in everything. Someone directed me toward a cocktail called “the bee’s knees” (she made hers with home-infused lavender honey!) and that’s definitely gonna happen pronto.
- For the next few days, most of Baby Eagle will descend on my house. I’m excited to see all my pals again. I’m cooking them this pinterest-famous roasted red pepper pasta for dinner tonight.
- Made time for a manicure for the first time in awhile & was delighted to find out that my new nail polish is, in fact, snot green. Chartreuse forever!
- New ridiculous Azealia Banks track! Fuck up the Fun!
- Not sure that I can afford either, but still: help me decide between these black dansko & yellow ugglebo clogs.