A black and white Sunday Currently

C  U  R  R  E  N  T  L  Y  .  .  .  

R E A D I N G 


This morning, Y woke up at 5:30 to go to work, and after I sleepily told him that, yes, he looked great, (even though I could only bring myself to open one contact-less eye) I couldn't fall back asleep. So I burrowed under the covers and read 100 pages of my current book, Beautiful Ruins. 

W R I T I N G 

I'm typing on my brand new Macbook air, purchased with a little help from an old friend. (thank you J!!) This new laptop has special features, like running Word AND Photoshop at the same time without slowing to a crawl. And when I type? All of the words show up AS I type them, rather than having to wait a full 5 seconds for the words to appear.

My first world problems, they are intense.

L I S T E N I N G 

The only thing I can afford at Anthropologie are the 70% off candles and the free playlists they curate on spotify. Right now I'm listening to Sounds of the Season: Autumn.

T H I N K I N G 

In a total lack of foresight, I sold my Snoopy stuffed animal in the garage sale we held just before we moved. I could really use that Snoopy doll right now because I'm suffering from Halloween costume block. (It's like writer's block, except I just invented it.) And the only reason I owned that Snoopy doll is because every year, I put on a yellow dress and carried it around for an easy Charlie Brown costume. I'm tired of thinking about Halloween costumes. I could really use a stuffed Snoopy right now.

S M E L L I N G 


Last weekend at the airport, I resisted buying a $9 yogurt and granola parfait (instead, I bought a $9 veggie and hummus box and a $16 bellini). I'm glad, because just now I ate a significantly cheaper concoction that is 50 times better than whatever they're selling at the MSP Starbucks. Listen carefully: Noosa strawberry-rhubarb yogurt, raspberries, and fresh from the oven granola (which, consequently, is the scent taking over my house right now). It just made my day.


W I S H I N G & H O P I N G 

There's a lot going on at work lately, and it won't be slowing down this week. Last week I stress-ate packet after packet of fruit snacks to get through it (I KNOW RIGHT? MY LIFE IS TORTURE) so I'm wishing and hoping I can handle myself better this week (and find something more fun to stress eat). 

W E A R I N G 


This past winter, I took the plunge: I bought a pair of lululemon yoga pants. It was scary and I needed therapy after, but I have worn those damn  pants nearly every day since then. I'm not even kidding. I wear them to yoga. I wear them to run. I wear them to ride my bike. I wear them on airplanes. I wear them under a tunic or a dress at work and then quickly transition into workout gear for some after-work exercise. I wore them this morning, when Ike and I took a hike up and down the bluffs overlooking the Mississippi, and I'm wearing them now as I tell all of you in creepy detail what I'm doing right now. 


L O V I  N G 

Carol Convention went off without a hitch! (I mean, except that we all gained 800 pounds from eating cheese nonstop, but we'll let that one slide). I'm loving the continuing group texts and the memories and the photos. But we'll discuss more later.

W A N T I N G 

Y and I have been in kind of fight recently. About a week ago, a piece of furniture appeared near the back curb of a house a few doors down from us. I consider myself something of a design aficionado (I read like, 3 design blogs y'all) and as soon as I saw said piece of furniture I told Y, we have to take this! It's mid century modern! 


Well, Y was convinced that, because of its position a few feet back from the curb, that it wasn't actually trash. So I waited a week. It was still there, in the same spot. "Now will you help me carry it to our house?" 

"It's not trash," Y said confidently. "The trash people haven't taken it, so it's not trash."

Weeks passed. More stuff started piling up on top of it. An old license plate. A tire. 

Finally I took the tire off and dragged it into my garage, only slightly worried I was going to be arrested for stealing someone's alley nightstand. But now I want your help. Is this as cool as I think it is? Or am I mistaken and it's a piece of crap?


N E E D I N G 

In the spirit of being productive, I've decided to make chicken stock from the remains of a rotisserie chicken (which I used to make this chili, one of our absolute favorites). Did you know in Judaism we have 613 commandments? You probably know 10 of them, but the remaining 603 are all THOU SHALT NEVER UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES POSSESS CHICKEN STOCK WITHOUT MATZAH BALLS so it looks like I need to grab some ingredients from the grocery store.

F E E L I N G 

So Y got this pretty big honor at work that I'm not really supposed to tell you about, even though most of you won't care/get it anyway, and I'm feeling pretty proud of him. Because I hate vague-blogging, I'm going to give you a few multiple choice options to help you narrow down what it is. A) he successfully separated Siamese-octuplets; B) he performed the world's first head transplant, C) none of the above and this paragraph is as vague as it was at the beginning.

C L I C K I N G 

I wrote a guest post for Anne. You should click both on my post and then stay awhile checking out her blog -- she's one of my favorites! Also, this David Sedaris essay. (Because my silly guest post and that amazing article are clearly in the same category.) & as always, your friendly Sunday Currently hostess Lauren at Siddathornton -- she overhauled her whole blog this month just for you!