Posted on | April 4, 2013 | 10 Comments
Alright, here’s a wee sneak preview of my new home as told through not-all-that-great iPhone photography. I took a bunch of pictures when I first went to see it and the previous tenant was still there, those are on the left. And then I took a bunch of pictures after I had it painted but before I moved anything in, which are on the right. Long story short it’s goodbye sad joyless sage-y, taupe-y nothingness and hello my signature happy bright mint! Take a look, my friends. And once I’ve fully Amy-fied this joint I’ll be sure to show you all it’s wonderfulness.
And the bathroom. Which was a sort of terrible pastel green that I replaced with a much nicer sunny yellow.
Posted on | April 2, 2013 | 1 Comment
It’s official y’all. I am now a Brooklynite. Whoa. Sorry for my mia-ness but between the move, the broken toilet and the freelance gig I’ working right now, I just haven’t had much free time. But I’m alive and good and slowly getting settled in my new place. I hope all is well in your respective worlds. More soon. Promise.
p.s. this is the moving announcement I made and sent out because I am a big ol’ nerd. I blurred out the address but if you want to shower me with housewarmings love letters and gifts just let me know.
Posted on | March 27, 2013 | 1 Comment
It’s about that time of year my friends. The time of year when I get really stabby about the fact that it’s not yet spring-y enough for my Georgia blood. And an off shoot of those emotions is that I really, really start hating my coat. Like in a heated, passionate way. It’s so big and bulky and dumb and I feel like I’ve been wearing it for forever. So, I’m dreaming of lightweight breezy spring jackets. And the weather looks like it might be cooperating. We’re finally getting some warmer temperatures this week and it couldn’t have come any sooner. Thank you from the bottom of my warm blooded heart, Weather Gods!
Posted on | March 25, 2013 | 5 Comments
It’s moving week (Thursday’s the big day). And I’ve been working solid for the last ten days. I’m slowly making progress with packing but I still have quite a bit to do. Let’s be honest though, you can attempt to be prepared and organized but the lion’s share of the packing always gets done at 3AM in a panicked rush. It’s like writing a term paper. Or working on a pitch at an advertising agency. It’s always a mad dash style finish. Of course, I’m trying to be organized but sometimes trying just isn’t enough.
So get rid of all your shit is my new mantra. Not really but kind of.
The thing about moving is it forces you to really take a look at all of your stuff. And because I move a lot, I am taking that long hard look at all of my things more frequently then most. And I actually love that part of it. When you have to pack and unpack every single thing that you own you realize what you really love and what is, at the end of the day, just extra stuff. In the last few years I’ve become a huge fan of purging. Part of that had to do with downsizing apartments after a break up and part of it had to do with losing weight. Once the pounds started disappearing, I wanted to get rid of my clothes that were too big. It was exciting to donate them and make room for new things in smaller sizes, like a victory. And once I started doing it I realized how effing good it feels to streamline your wardrobe. Nowadays I can be pretty relentless – if I don’t LOVE (or at least genuinely like) how I look in it I think it should go. It’s better to have a smaller wardrobe of pieces you like and wear than a giant one full of ill-fitting stuff you aren’t wild about. Don’t get me wrong, it’s hard and I still struggle with it. What if I change my mind about these shoes? Or this cardigan? Or maybe my thighs hips will be less massive in that one striped dress? But then I remember that I haven’t regretted getting rid of a single thing yet. And you can always buy new stuff.
There’s a part of me that wants to get rid of almost everything. It feels good to purge, it makes me feel lighter and less tied down like I could move at any moment. Maybe I won’t always like that feeling, but for right now it works for me. So as I pack up I’m trying to be tough on myself when deciding what should come along with me to Brooklyn. Come on Amy, you haven’t looked at this book in two years! But, I find myself wondering if maybe I should keep all of these books that I never look at, games that I never play or craft supplies I never use. Because what if I want to someday?! That would be a tragedy!! Well, nobody said it was easy. I like to take it all in baby steps. If I have a stack of ten books, I tell myself I can keep six. The rest, I give away. There, that wasn’t so bad, was it?
At the end of the day I try and ask myself: Do I love it? and/or Do I use it? It’s really just that simple.
So here’s to a less cluttered apartment which I firmly believe is good for the soul. I’m going to continue to try and surround myself with things that I love and things that I use. And maybe a couple piles of crap just for good measure. I’m not perfect, after all.
p.s. In case you missed it, this piece about living with less was spot on.
Posted on | March 22, 2013 | 6 Comments
1. This new tshirt because it marks the most exciting part of spring for this lady which is (obviously) the return of baseball. More specifically Atlanta Braves baseball. And my yearly tradition of buying a cute new Braves tee continues…
2. This song/you tube video. Can’t stop listening and singling along.
3. This gorgeous bike because I figure once I move to Brooklyn I have to get one. I mean it’s sort of a rule, right?
4. Listen to me very clearly. Roast some fennel. Like now. You can thank me later.
5. I need another tote like I need a hole in the head. But this particular tote is spring-y and flowery and even though it’s officially spring it certainly doesn’t feel like it around these parts. But, I have to believe that sunny days and warm breezes are just around the corner. They had better be.
Now, I’ll be working all weekend. And when I’m not working I’ll be packing. So please go have some fun and cocktails for me. It’s the least you can do.« go back — keep looking »