Remember that week in March where it hit nearly 80? And I was ridiculously excited? And opened all my ancient windows (while simultaneously fearing I would never get them shut again) and turned off my heat, and sang to the dogs about it, and made them go for long walks on their tripler where they walked like a little pack of mini sled dogs?
I’m ready for spring. I’m ready to get out of work at 6, and still have nearly 3 hours of daylight before me. I’m ready to put my winter coat back in the closet so it’s not hanging out on my gentleman’s valet taking up valuable decorative scarf space. And I’m ready to get rid of a lot of this anxious energy. I’m a worrier. Ok, that’s an understatement. I’m a freaker-outer. (My writing skills seriously amaze me, thanks grad school!) And last week I have a minor (read: major) mental breakdown about various stresses in my life (including my dog getting pancreatitis) and I just need some sort of outdoor outlet to get some much needed Vitamin D and get rid of all this panicky energy that I build up on a regular basis. I would go to the gym, but I’m tired of being indoors. My office has NO WINDOWS. I never know what time it is; it’s like being in a Vegas casino without all the fun and booze.
This past weekend, however, recharged me a bit. I spent the weekend at my parents and both my siblings were there, so it was a lot of me and my brother making fun of everyone and finding ourselves to be hilarious. My favorite quote being this:
I like to think of all of you guys as the muppets, and Jeremy and I as the cool, funny old men in the balcony making fun of you.
I mean, because that’s true.
This weekend I’ve planned my giant SPRING CLEANING (yes, it’s an all caps thing) and I’m buying a garment rack for my dressing room and I’m finally going to hang my vintage plate collection. Yes, that’s a thing. And next week I’m going to start blogging my Goodwill finds, as I can’t contain myself anymore. I know you will all think they are ugly and that I live in the most ridiculously ugly apartment in the world, but I see my apartment as my boyfriend, and I love him, I mean IT. In the meantime, here are some pictures capturing what’s been up: