March 5, 2014
We recently purchased a new couch and I'm kind of obsessed with it. The minute we saw it in Room & Board, I knew I needed to have it. The green velvet really appealed to me and I wanted that kind of color in my living room. Nicholas agreed. Problem was, we already had a couch and this couch was expensive!
A few days after Christmas, I convinced Nicholas to please walk to Room & Board with me--I knew that after the holidays, they put a lot of the floor samples on sale. Still, I didn't allow myself to get too excited because this was a widely popular couch. Oh Joy had featured it on her blog and it definitely was one of the more Pinterest-worthy couches on the market. The chances of it still being around were slim to nothing!
But when we walked in, it was there! And it was about 60% off! We quickly approached the sales lady just to make sure what we were seeing was true. She assured us that yes, it was on sale and added that she too was surprised it was still there...apparently several people wanted to buy it the second it went on sale and were asking to be put on a non-existant waiting list but no one showed!
So the couch was ours! Next, we needed to put our old couch up on Craigslist. And here is where my self-made drama begins. See, I'm a bit of an emotional hoarder. I definitely get it from my grandpa who has a warehouse full of sentimental objects that he just can't seem to get rid of. And I'm the same, minus the warehouse. Anything that has been given to me by someone I truly care for, I can never get rid of. Even if it's completely useless!
So, the couch that we've had for the past two years was given to us by my grandma. It was an expensive, grown-up (see: non-Ikea!) couch that was her present to us after we moved-in to our first real, grown-up apartment. I looked at the couch, and all I saw was my grandma smiling, cooking me croquettas. How in the world was I suppose to get rid of this thing? With the help of Nicholas, surely. Our new couch was on its way and I needed to make room for it. So, I put the couch up on Craigslist and sure enough, some really nice lady from TriBeCa came and was immediately infatuated with our old couch. We scheduled a time for her to come pick it up and resolved to exchange money when she came to pick up the couch. And then, guilt set in. By this time, our green couch had already been delivered. The place where we had put it didn't work AT ALL. It made our living room so tiny and the mere thought of it there made my mind feel cluttered. I tried to make sense of it and asked Nico if we can try and see rearrange both couches in a manner that allowed for us to have two couches, AND space. He actually loved the idea of having two couches but I wasn't sold. Still, I was looking for a way to make this work--I couldn't get rid of what had now become "my grandmas couch!" After moving things around, I found a configuration that worked for both of us. Could there be a way to have my new green couch AND my grandmas couch? Yes!
So now we have two couches and we cannot fathom having it any other way. Phew, that was long! What should we take away from this? Emotional hoarding is a real thing and two couches are better than one!
March 4, 2014
March 3, 2014
Last time I was in Miami, my mom and I decided we needed to each buy a pair of Charlotte Olympia's kitty flats. Why? Well, why not? For me, these are like that shoe that totally doesn't match my style but at the same time makes me feel really jolly. How can you not smile after looking at those kitties? I haven't been able to wear mine yet--these babies are precious and I am not about to take a walk in the snow with them on. Summer, come soon?
February 28, 2014
So, I'm sure you've heard the saying before--especially if you're married. As your uncle enlightens you with his words of marital advice just days before you walk down the aisle, he says "Oh yeah, and never go to sleep angry!"
I'm pretty sure that string of words can be found in at least 60% of all wedding speeches. I became hyper-aware of the phrase just before getting married. If I was to believe everyone, it seemed that this was the key to any successful marriage--to hash out your problems before heading into REM. Sounds easy enough, no!? Not exactly--there's so much more to it. But besides that, I'm here to say that I find this 'tip' to be a bit of baloney (bologna? do you we use the proper spelling when using it in this context?).
I figured this out after a fight Nicholas and I got into one night. I was fuming and so was he. Words were coming out of our mouths at three hundred miles per hour--words that meant nothing; words that were coming from a place of anger; a place where angry sentences I don't always mean conspire. Where were we suppose to go from here? Aren't we suppose to...not go to sleep angry? At that place, and time...we would have been awake until 5AM had we tried to hash out our problems before bed. In that moment, I decided to go against everything anyone had ever told me and just get some rest. I was physically and emotionally tired. I had nothing else to add to the conversation and neither did he. At this point, we were only hurting each other with words. It was time for bed.
That night, we slept as far apart as our tiny full-sized bed could allow. I swear, what once was a time for cuddle now resembled the West Bank during a twenty-day siege. Still, the next morning, we woke up rested and agreed that we were both ready to make some sense. We sat down, spoke about everything in a somewhat calm manner and hashed out our problems. There was no divorce. There was no Ugh, I can't take this anymore! There was only rest, understanding, and respect. I may be alone on this one but to me that seems like something worth sleeping for.
February 27, 2014
What Nicholas lacks in Americanism he makes up for in his love for peanut butter. Seriously--he loves this stuff. Usually, he'll buy a bottle of Jif and spread that on just about anything that toasts.
But since this is New York and you know, making everything yourself is so darn chic, I decided that this time around, we'd forgo the jar of Jif and make the spread ourselves. I figured it was easy and boy, was I right! Not only that, I think I prefer the taste and texture of my homemade peanut butter more than the commercial stuff--it's a bit crunchy but also creamy; not too greasy but definitely spreadable.
Homemade Peanut Butter
Note: I decided to forgo measurements in this recipe because it's all depends on your taste. My suggestion is you closely watch the consistency as you blend it and decide how you like it. Same goes for taste--taste it as you go and decide yourself when it's just right.
- Coconut Oil
- Vegetable Oil
- Unsalted, dry-roasted peanuts
- Pour your dry roasted peanuts into a food processor. Use your 'chop' setting to break down the peanuts for about five seconds.
- Add in salt, a bit of honey, and a bit of coconut oil. Puree the mixture.
- Check your consistency. Is it looking too dry and crunchy? Add some vegetable oil--just a bit. Puree.
- Taste it. Is it tasting just a bit too sweet? Add some more salt. Too salty? Add honey.
- Keep working on the mixture until your happy with the taste and consistency.
February 26, 2014
I present to you, one of my favorite pairs of shoes ever! They're indian flats and they have so much character. Sadly, I haven't been able to wear them out yet because it's been snowy and yucky out. BUT as soon as it gets warmer I'm wearing these babies out.