before+after: kitchen curtains.

As previously mentioned, I'm trying to get our apartment to be our apartment. Personalizing it, making it more comfy, more awesome. Etc.

My first project was curtains. I hate (HATE) aluminum blinds. They remind me of living in a place that I hated living in. The place had bent up aluminum blinds. You can bend them back, but they never get straight again. I hate the look. I hate the sound. Bad, visceral mem'rieees. Yuck.

My mom came over under the guise of having a "sewing party." I didn't quite know what, exactly, I wanted to do. I have quite a few things I want to make for our place. So, we walked to a fabric store that's really close (very cool!)+picked out a pretty floral fabric.

I haven't sewn much before, so my mom had to explain+prep things for me, but once we got going, we were able to get 3 curtains out - 2 for the main windows, 1 for the back door window.

After almost having a breakdown when curtain 3 didn't fit the rod that we have for it, my mom calmed me down+we took the old aluminum blinds (shudder) down+got to hangin'.

Love 'em. Th anks, mom!

 

welp. there's my vagina.

I was sitting in my mom's home office one day, checking out the photo screen saver. It has photos for the bast 10 or so years that come up in random order. Pretty neat.

Except the time that my vagina came onto the screen. Spread eagle. Like, "HEYYYY WORLD!"

My sister snapped photos of me pushing Lorelai out of my love hole. Fair enough. It was pretty effing spectacular+the best day of my life.

But. Like. That photo... it's one for the archives, right? Not the screen saver. Keep in mind, Lorelai was a few years old at that point. So my goodies had been popping up on that computer for YEARS at the point of my discovering it!

Not only that, but I'm fairly certain my brother+sis-in-law saw it. That means my dad's probably seen it too.

*sigh*

When I asked my mom about it, she was super perfunctory about it. "Oh yeah. I guess I can take it down." She took it down. Like, hecka months after the discovery.

october 2010.

October 1, 2, 3:

October something - October something (tbd):

October 20: 

October 31 (this is part of my secret Halloween costume. I haven't dressed up since high school!):

October birthdays include: BFF (Shannon), Mom, Niece (Nyia), Sis-In-Law (Teen).

I can't wait for October.

dear mom+dad:

Thank you.

Thank you for staying together+loving us so hard.

Thank you for accepting me for what I am. Cus I'm fucking weird.

Thank you for letting me go when I was an asshole teenager, but thank you even more for taking me back when I finally came to my senses.

Thank you for teaching me what hard work is.

Thank you for showing me what love is+for showing me what love isn't.

Thank you for encouraging me in what I'm good at (photos+words).

Thank you for listening to me even when I don't make sense.

Thank you for being really vague when Olivia+I ask which one of ys you like better.

Thank you for taking us to libraries+parks.

Thank you for giving my kid the most amazing grandparents. Ever. EVER.

Thank you for cooking us good, mostly healthy foods.

Thank you for working towards health yourselves.

Thank you for bbqs every weekend.

Thank you for this beautiful, curly hair+thank you for my freckles+thank you for my hazel eyes+thank you for my awesome bewbs.

Thank you for everything. I could go on. You are SO amazing. And when I meet people you know or when my people meet you, they tell me how awesome you are.

I didn't know how fucked up the general population is. I thought people were like you. They're not. You're both so special.

How the fuck did I get so lucky? I hardly ask myself this, cus that'd be looking some gift horse in the mouth. Instead, I just look forward to talking to you, hanging with you, looking at photos of you+being an object of your love.

Thanks. I love you.

tp party.

You ever get toilet paper+get hecka happy cus, while your a** doesn't discrimiate between single- or double-ply or standard or jumbo or rippled or not or whatever else, using paper towels as toilet paper straight up feels bad.

Shoutout to my mama for taking me Target shopping+getting me, amongst other things, toilet paper.