Friday, June 29, 2012

Poor planning.

We've arrived at our new home.  It's...empty.  Well, we have a TV that we went out and bought today so that the cable guy could install service, and there are a few odds and ends we were able to fit in our cars, so it's not COMPLETELY empty, but you know what I mean.  We have no furniture. 

The furniture arrives tomorrow, and I thought that would be just fine.  You see, The Hubby and I have been wanting to go back to a king size bed for a while now, what with two dogs and the occasional child sleeping with us and all.  Our old bedroom *just* fit a king, but it was very difficult to get around it if we shoved one in there. 

The Kid was also due for a bed upgrade.  He's been in a toddler bed up until now, and since he's about to turn five (and he often sleeps with half of his body on the floor, half in the bed), we decided that it was time to put him in a twin.

So, my brilliant plan was that we would arrive at our new home early, a day ahead of our belongings, and run to IKEA (where they offer same-day delivery) to buy our new beds for our first night here.

Well, I THOUGHT it was a brilliant plan. 

Unfortunately, here I am blogging at 9:45pm instead of sleeping--or even piecing together our new DIY furniture.  The Kid is sleeping on the living room floor.  He's sad to look at, so I only looked at him once to take this picture:



Our delivery window was between 5-9, which I thought was rather late, but I was a beggar so I wasn't about to be a chooser.  I figured they would arrive somewhere in the middle of that window, as most optimistic people would, and that we'd be tucked up in our HOPEN, under our MYSA RĂ–NN at a decent hour. 

It was not to be.

The delivery driver called me forty minutes ago and said that he was thirty minutes away.  I'm about to give myself whiplash every time a car drives by, hoping against hope that it will be a big 'ol delivery truck backing into our driveway, but NO.  Just a bunch of neighbors, probably going home to sleep in their fancy-schmancy beds, or maybe on their cushy couches. 

I hate them.

I want to go to bed.

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Moving right along

I am currently writing this from a bed in a Quality Inn in Richmond, Indiana, en route to my new home.  We are traveling in two cars with a great deal of our belongings, two dogs, and of course one child.  The Kid is crying because the hotel television won't hook up to his Wii, but I think he's *really* crying because we left the house at 4am to get a jump on the trip and he's severely short on sleep. 

I'm short on sleep too, but not quite as much so as The Hubby, who wins (loses?) this game, clocking in at 3 1/2 hours last night.  We are all tired, some of us are hungry, and I'm blogging.

I was going to post some pictures of the trip thus far, but since The Hubby packed the camera God-knows-where and I don't feel like trekking down to the car(s) to rummage through our belongings, this post will contain pictures, not from this trip, but from our last.

The craziest thing about this move is that it all happened in such a short amount of time.  Somebody once told me that moving would take up a good 6 months of my life, but this whole idea of moving to Philadelphia was only really even conceived as a possibility about six weeks ago.  Everything has moved so quickly that I haven't really had time to process the enormity of it all. 

The weekend of June 16th, about a week after The Hubby accepted his new job, we flew out to Philly to find a home.  We ate Philly cheesesteaks and water ice.  We had dinner in Chinatown.  We played mini golf and rode the carousel in Franklin Square.



 


Call me a nerd, but one of my favorite things about our new hometown is that when you're walking around downtown, you come across this kind of thing:

I just love this stuff.


It was a whirlwind trip, to be sure, and we left with a (really wonderful) place to live and a love for the city. 

When we got back home, we quickly loaded up all of our belongings and began to mosey our way across the nation towards our new home, visiting family and bidding farewell (and recording silly songs) along the way. 

It's been fun, but sad.  Like I said, nothing has really sunk in yet, but sometimes it'll just hit me and I'll start to cry.  It's hard to move away from the only home The Kid has ever known.  I'm sad for him, more than anything.  I'll miss my family too, of course, but at least I can keep up with everyone via Facebook and phone calls--he's not really able to do all that at his age.  I think we'll probably try to get everyone to use Skype and see how that works out.

Now, The Kid has stopped crying and is snoring away--and so is The Hubby.  I think I'll try and get in a nap as well before I miss my window of opportunity.  I have a lot more to share, but that's a blog for another day. 

Thanks for hanging in there with me and my sporadic blogging.  :)

Friday, June 8, 2012

East, Not West.

Everything is signed, so I can now officially tell you all my big secret:  I'm moving to Philadelphia!







(crickets)









Kind of anti-climactic, isn't it? 

I mean, I'm excited, but you all could probably care less, which I understand.  You can stop reading now and you won't hurt my feelings.

In a nutshell the story is this:  do you remember those giant nachos

I know what you're thinking:  how in the world is this chick gonna connect the dots between enormous servings of chips and moving across the USA?  Stick with me.

Immediately after breaking the world record, The Hubby was contacted by a company in Philadelphia to apply for a very sought-after position at a very large stadium where a very popular sports team plays (vague enough for ya?).  Now, I don't have any proof that the 80-foot nachos were the direct cause of this offer, but it seems likely.  After weeks and weeks of phone interviews, two plane trips for in-person interviews, and some negotiations, he got it!

Did I mention that we're moving in three weeks?  And that we have no idea what we're going to do with our  house?  That part is kind of stressful.  Luckily, the company will be paying people to come in, pack us up, and move all of our things, so that makes everything much simpler.  In fact, I may be more excited at the prospect of not having to pack than I am at the prospect of the move itself.  Dream.  Come.  True.

We've been throwing around the idea of moving back to Southern California for a while, and that's still a possibility in the future, but I'm really excited to try out the Northeast!  I've always wanted to live up there, and Philadelphia is turning out to be an ideal location.  Did you know that there's a $5 bus that you can take from Philadelphia to NYC?  It even has wi-fi!  Crazy!  I'm also a big American history buff, so the museums and historical sites mean that we'll always have something to do.

One other thing I'm stoked about?  Schools.  The Kid starts kindergarten this fall, and I was really beginning to stress out, because our neighborhood school is...kind of awful.  It's a 2 out of 10 on Great Schools.  That's bad.  The neighborhoods I'm looking at now?  9s and 10s on Great Schools.  AWESOME.

So, yeah, I'm excited!  Woohoo!  Let's celebrate with some classic Elton John, shall we?




Friday, June 1, 2012

Party Like It's 1959.

Hello, my name is Teri, and I'm addicted to vintage-style dresses.

It all began last summer, when The Hubby and I spent our ten-year wedding anniversary in Las Vegas.  I was feeling sad that I'd lost all my gambling money, and so we hopped over to Caesars Palace for some tuna tataki to cheer me up.  It was there, three doors down from Sushi Roku, that I saw it:  The Bettie Page Store.

An entire store filled with styles inspired by Bettie, Marilyn, and June:  I was in heaven.  I tried on everything and I couldn't really afford anything, but I ended up splurging on these two beauties anyway:

Full skirts = better meals.
Is there a more flattering silhouette for a woman's garment?
Although my closet was already filled with dresses and skirts, I wished I could wear these new finds every day.  So comfy!  So feminine!  So simple!  More!  More!  More!

The fall came quickly, and so did the cooler weather.  My obsession went into hibernation along with my swimsuits.  My wallet was safe.

And then spring arrived.

The problem with these adorable vintage-inspired garments is that they're SUPER-expensive.  I don't get it.  Mad Men is all the rage.  Zooey Deschanel is wearing this stuff all over the pages of US Weekly--why aren't there more affordable versions of these fashions available?  I've seen them sprinkled around Old Navy and Forever 21, but there's no real selection to speak of.

Ordering online is an option--Modcloth is a veritable circle skirt wonderland with some moderately-priced items.  If I want to try it on and feel the fabric, though, I'm limited to Anthropologie, where one dress runs upwards of $150:

This is what the Anthropologie dressing room looks like.

This is what I look like wearing a dress I can't afford to buy.

Seriously, why are they so expensive??  It's a problem.  


Luckily, I have a secret weapon in the war on overpriced clothing:  a mother who loves me and also happens to sew.

On a recent visit to her house, we went on a fabric and vintage pattern bender.  Did you know that Butterick is currently reprinting and selling patterns from the 50s and 60s?  Well, they are.

For less than the price of one of those dresses from The Bettie Page store, we got enough materials to make at least four dresses.  Whaaaaa?

It's always been my mom's dream for me to sew.  I don't know if this is because she wants me to follow in her footsteps, or because she wants me to be able to make my own stuff so that she doesn't have to do it.  My guess is the former.  Either way, she started teaching me the ins and outs of following a pattern.  It's like learning a new language, but the promise of new-old fashions keeps me motivated to keep trying.


Our first joint effort was this Marilyn-esque halter that I wore for Mother's Day:

Hooray for monkey arms!

 I'm not gonna lie; she did pretty much all the work.  I pinned and cut a bit, but Mom probably would have finished faster if I hadn't been "helping".  I also think that we made the skirt a little bit too long, but that's just an opportunity for me to break out the sewing machine she sent me home with.

A few weeks later, she finished this one, which has become my new favorite dress:

Lots of nice compliments from strangers when I wear this one!

I want one of these in every material possible.  It's comfy, stylish, and spins perfectly.  It goes nicely with heels or flats.  It's the perfect dress, in every way.

Am I the luckiest girl in the whole wide world?  Possibly.  One thing I know for certain is that my wardrobe is looking pretty spiffy, and I can still actually afford a tube of red lipstick to match.

Best.  Mom.  Ever.
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