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Hey, you guys, I'm going to take a blogging break this week. The words are coming, but I just need some time off to regroup. I'll be back next Monday.
See you soon!
Trisha
Monday, October 6, 2014
Friday, October 3, 2014
What we did last weekend...
Once upon a time, like last weekend, Eric was involved in our high school's Hall of Fame weekend, where they pick past individuals and teams who were, like, awesome or whatever in sports, and hold a banquet in their honor. It's also a fundraiser for the athletic department, what?, it's totally legit and kind of an honor, plus, you know, budget cuts.
Eric had the good fortune to be on the 1988 State Championship baseball team, which is how we ended up attending said banquet fundraiser. Eric was kind of sheepish with his inclusion because he felt he didn't really do much to earn a spot in the Hall of Fame, but I credit that to his natural modesty and desire to stay as far away from the spotlight as possible. And you know what, my darling? Who cares if you were second string or whatever (this is a good example of when it would have been a good idea for me to pay attention. He's cute and I get distracted sometimes when he talks)? You were there.
And P.S. The banquet turned out to be sort of fun. We are introverts and were kind of people-d out that day*, but still. I mean, I was able to not talk to all the same people I didn't talk to in high school! Well, that's not entirely true, but it is mostly true. I can say with 100-percent confidence that most of the people we did talk to are the same people we always talk to. We're not really go-getters.
There was a silent auction going on during the banquet, and most of that stuff was not for me (minimalism, you know, plus I'm not really into eyebrow waxing, although hats off to anyone who willingly puts themselves through that). But! There was a gift box from my favorite coffee roasters, and my name went on that list pretty damn fast. I checked it a couple of times during the evening, and I had the highest bid, so I was feeling extremely cocky when they finally got around to announcing the winners.
Of course the coffee was THE VERY LAST item they announced. It was cool, I spent my time absentmindedly clapping for the other winners and visualizing how to best celebrate my impending victory.
This next part is kind of a blur, but anyway, instead of saying my name, they said my favorite father-in-law's. And I was all, WHAT? TRAITOR! Which I think was the reaction he was looking for, actually, because he said the look on my face when I lost was worth three times what he paid for the coffee.
Fast-forward to Sunday morning, as we slide into his pew for Mass. When I sat down, I was all, how was my coffee this morning?, which made him laugh, and I was thinking that maybe losing wasn't so bad after all because now I had a new joke I could run into the ground.
Yadda yadda yadda, Eric went to my favorite in-law's house that afternoon to help with some projects, and he came home with this:
So the moral of this story is that my running joke had a fairly short shelf-life. And also, my in-laws are my favorites for a reason.
P.P.S. Someone actually asked if I was the one being inducted into the Hall of Fame, which almost made collapse on the ground from laughing. I look like I should play volleyball or basketball, but really, what I excel at is just reading. Yay reading!
* We spent most of the afternoon volunteering at the annual Hops Fest, and wow, I had some issues with security. As in, one of the security detail ladies kind of hated me and kept getting me in trouble for daring to put wristbands on the right wrist instead of the left, or making them too tight (THEY WERE NOT!), or not standing behind her. It was kind of making me cranky, so I was glad to get moved to a ticket booth, where I could just pass out mugs and answer questions and take money. Eric got along fine with her, by the way, which I suspect is because he is very charming.
Eric had the good fortune to be on the 1988 State Championship baseball team, which is how we ended up attending said banquet fundraiser. Eric was kind of sheepish with his inclusion because he felt he didn't really do much to earn a spot in the Hall of Fame, but I credit that to his natural modesty and desire to stay as far away from the spotlight as possible. And you know what, my darling? Who cares if you were second string or whatever (this is a good example of when it would have been a good idea for me to pay attention. He's cute and I get distracted sometimes when he talks)? You were there.
And P.S. The banquet turned out to be sort of fun. We are introverts and were kind of people-d out that day*, but still. I mean, I was able to not talk to all the same people I didn't talk to in high school! Well, that's not entirely true, but it is mostly true. I can say with 100-percent confidence that most of the people we did talk to are the same people we always talk to. We're not really go-getters.
There was a silent auction going on during the banquet, and most of that stuff was not for me (minimalism, you know, plus I'm not really into eyebrow waxing, although hats off to anyone who willingly puts themselves through that). But! There was a gift box from my favorite coffee roasters, and my name went on that list pretty damn fast. I checked it a couple of times during the evening, and I had the highest bid, so I was feeling extremely cocky when they finally got around to announcing the winners.
Of course the coffee was THE VERY LAST item they announced. It was cool, I spent my time absentmindedly clapping for the other winners and visualizing how to best celebrate my impending victory.
This next part is kind of a blur, but anyway, instead of saying my name, they said my favorite father-in-law's. And I was all, WHAT? TRAITOR! Which I think was the reaction he was looking for, actually, because he said the look on my face when I lost was worth three times what he paid for the coffee.
Fast-forward to Sunday morning, as we slide into his pew for Mass. When I sat down, I was all, how was my coffee this morning?, which made him laugh, and I was thinking that maybe losing wasn't so bad after all because now I had a new joke I could run into the ground.
Yadda yadda yadda, Eric went to my favorite in-law's house that afternoon to help with some projects, and he came home with this:
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| Nothing says "We love you" like coffee. |
So the moral of this story is that my running joke had a fairly short shelf-life. And also, my in-laws are my favorites for a reason.
P.P.S. Someone actually asked if I was the one being inducted into the Hall of Fame, which almost made collapse on the ground from laughing. I look like I should play volleyball or basketball, but really, what I excel at is just reading. Yay reading!
* We spent most of the afternoon volunteering at the annual Hops Fest, and wow, I had some issues with security. As in, one of the security detail ladies kind of hated me and kept getting me in trouble for daring to put wristbands on the right wrist instead of the left, or making them too tight (THEY WERE NOT!), or not standing behind her. It was kind of making me cranky, so I was glad to get moved to a ticket booth, where I could just pass out mugs and answer questions and take money. Eric got along fine with her, by the way, which I suspect is because he is very charming.
Wednesday, October 1, 2014
Project 333: Fall 2014 edition
I don't want to brag or anything, but I'm totally bragging: Today is my one year anniversary with Project 333. A year ago, I thought having only 33 items of clothing for an entire season was insanity and only participated because I was intrigued by how weird it sounded.
A couple of weeks ago, when I was planning my fall rotation, I hung up every single thing I own in my closet. I thought it would give me perspective on what was in there. All it did was stress me out.
It was just too much, you guys. Too many choices, too much visual clutter. It was a relief to pare it back down to 33. (Side note: I might have had 45 items total, but those extra few were the tipping point. Good to know.) I guess I'm in it for keeps.
Here are my picks for this time around. I have a feeling that a couple of items will get tossed into the donation bag, either because they're wearing out or because I'm kind of indifferent to them at the moment. That happens every season, actually. Just part of being a girl, I guess. ;)
You'll note that my wardrobe is a mix of seasons (welcome to Oregon!), and I fully realize that half of these things will sit untouched the first month or so (we generally have gorgeous Octobers), but they'll get their turn eventually. Like in December. That's just the way it goes.
Pants: Jeans, black, grey, beige
Skirts: Grey, denim, beige, multi-colored t-shirt
Tank tops: Navy, blue multi, orange multi, black/white
Blouses: Grey, black/white, teal, white
Long-sleeve t-shirts: Black, navy, nicer navy
Sweaters: Teal cardigan, grey turtleneck, grey cardigan, black cardigan, navy cardigan, blue pullover, black turtleneck pullover, grey sweatshirt, plum cardigan
Jackets: Denim, beige
That makes 30. (Also: I might have a sweater problem.) The rest I'm counting as groupings:
Scarves: Red, navy and grey, navy and teal, orange
Shoes: Boots, ankle boots, Danskos, Cobb Hill cuties, future Cobb Hill flats, Converse All-Stars
Outerwear: Coat, gloves and hat
What I'm not counting: T-shirts and tank tops that I only wear under other items (I enjoy layers, yo), my tights collection (well, I have footed and footless, you know, depending on my mood, as well as regular and fleece-lined. Um, all black), two "special occasion" dresses (in case I need to go to a wedding or a funeral), my too-short yoga pants, pajamas and my jewelry (although honestly, my jewelry collection is fairly small. I'm just not that into it).
I don't know what else to say about it except looking at that top photo makes me rethink my black / grey / beige / navy wardrobe. Eh, who am I kidding? I am all about bland.
A couple of weeks ago, when I was planning my fall rotation, I hung up every single thing I own in my closet. I thought it would give me perspective on what was in there. All it did was stress me out.
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| I am apparently not all that into color. |
It was just too much, you guys. Too many choices, too much visual clutter. It was a relief to pare it back down to 33. (Side note: I might have had 45 items total, but those extra few were the tipping point. Good to know.) I guess I'm in it for keeps.
Here are my picks for this time around. I have a feeling that a couple of items will get tossed into the donation bag, either because they're wearing out or because I'm kind of indifferent to them at the moment. That happens every season, actually. Just part of being a girl, I guess. ;)
You'll note that my wardrobe is a mix of seasons (welcome to Oregon!), and I fully realize that half of these things will sit untouched the first month or so (we generally have gorgeous Octobers), but they'll get their turn eventually. Like in December. That's just the way it goes.
Pants: Jeans, black, grey, beige
Skirts: Grey, denim, beige, multi-colored t-shirt
Tank tops: Navy, blue multi, orange multi, black/white
Blouses: Grey, black/white, teal, white
Long-sleeve t-shirts: Black, navy, nicer navy
Sweaters: Teal cardigan, grey turtleneck, grey cardigan, black cardigan, navy cardigan, blue pullover, black turtleneck pullover, grey sweatshirt, plum cardigan
Jackets: Denim, beige
That makes 30. (Also: I might have a sweater problem.) The rest I'm counting as groupings:
Scarves: Red, navy and grey, navy and teal, orange
Shoes: Boots, ankle boots, Danskos, Cobb Hill cuties, future Cobb Hill flats, Converse All-Stars
Outerwear: Coat, gloves and hat
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| Hello, scarves! |
What I'm not counting: T-shirts and tank tops that I only wear under other items (I enjoy layers, yo), my tights collection (well, I have footed and footless, you know, depending on my mood, as well as regular and fleece-lined. Um, all black), two "special occasion" dresses (in case I need to go to a wedding or a funeral), my too-short yoga pants, pajamas and my jewelry (although honestly, my jewelry collection is fairly small. I'm just not that into it).
I don't know what else to say about it except looking at that top photo makes me rethink my black / grey / beige / navy wardrobe. Eh, who am I kidding? I am all about bland.
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