This weekend was awesome. I went to a huge estate sale, and boy do I love estate sales. There is something so strange and compelling to me about someone selling everything they have ever accumulated in their life. I love living out the cliche of “someone’s trash is someone else’s treasure”. I feel as if it is allowing me to creep into the treasures of one’s soul and being, with admission being the small price of a dollar for an old record or broken watch. I decided upon a very vintage coke bottle that will soon become a vase for a flower, and some old windows and things that I will be repainting for wall decorations and recreating a particularly large one into a coffee table. I wonder what people will reuse whenever I die and my kids have an estate sale of my junk.
Life has been crazy busy lately, but I can genuinely say that I’ve never been happier. I have been eating, breathing, and creating art into the wee hours of the night every day and it has been so wonderful. I have begun to take great pride in the water color residue stained into my hands and fingernails….and carpet and shirts… :/ whoops. And with the warm weather finally making it’s way back to my little campus on a hill, I am feeling like myself again. If anyone understands this, it is my mother.. the apple don’t fall far. Let’s move away to the tropics together, eh? I’ve been working out again, and spending time with Clint has been SUCH a blessing. All in all, as if you couldn’t tell from this rambling mumbo jumbo, I’m just very happy with where I am right now. I try to remind myself that I have to live in this time and not get to caught in what’s coming up next (after I had a panic attack this morning after thinking about all that needs to be done for this wedding of mine), because it’s so easy to live life only in retrospect.
Anyways, I thought I’d post a few pictures from Valentine’s day. Clint surprised me and took me out to get Sushi at some nice Japanese restraunt. He hates the stuff, but he knows how much I love sushi, and he wanted to try and get some different kinds in hopes that he could find something he liked enough to open the door to future sushi dates. What a keeper, I tell ya. And don’t forget about the flowers and candy. He spoils me.
Ta ta for now.
My inspiration board for design projects and art work for this semester.
Clint and I went to a ranch that we’re considering for the wedding.
Then it snowed, and I got to miss a whole week of class slash, suffered cabin fever. Winter break round 2, anyone?
My winter day with the starbucks workers and studying design. I’m so happy to be an art major.
And of course, Clint bought us chop sticks in the form of light sabors. Hey, I got a date out of it.
I took these while stuck in traffic in Dallas.
Ben and Candace’s engagment party:
And then Super Bowl Sunday with my family:
Now back to the grind, and I’m so happy.:)
I just woke up about an hour ago, and the sun was just coming up. I couldn’t sleep, so I bundled up and took a walk around on the ice sheets that cover the streets around my house. And when I say walk, I mean more of a continual glide. This activity was the farthest thing from an event that would help me get back to sleep afterward with the 15 degree weather and heavy wind. So here I am, an hour later, with permanently rosy cheeks and my fingers still regaining full mobility. But my pain is your gain, because here I am to finally update you dedicated blog readers something to graze over with your morning coffee. Honestly, I absolutely hate the cold. Like, really hate it. I would gladly brave 100 degree weather everyday to avoid ever seeing a heavy coat again, but I would be lying if I said I’m not enjoying a change in scenery. Something about the slightest sign of something frozen gets Texans all squirrely and breaks the monotonous routine of everyday life for everyone. It’s refreshing. I really just enjoy being in situations where I am forced to stray from my normal daily routines, even with undesirable conditions. I would never pick to be kept from seeing Clint for days or miss another week of class (last week was the flu, ugh), but now that the ice has settled in, I’m thankful for the schedule mix up. For the first time in a long time, I’ve had true fellowship with friends I don’t usually get to see outside of meetings or classwork assignments. You block a college campus’ ability to reach the chick-fil-a, and suddenly board games pop out. Earlier today, while my room mates and I were on house arrest because of the blizzard outside, and resorted to eating wheat thins to keep myself entertained, I just thought about how nice it was to be able to sit and just be with other people. Now, after finishing some sleepy time vanilla, I’m going to retire again for a few hours before making the trek into campus to work for the day. All the adults have off, but the student workers are forced to work, since it’s “easy for them to come in”. I beg to differ that it’s just as dangerous for us to get there on foot, seeing as I was in a security bus on the way to work yesterday that slid backwards down the hill in front of my house when I was taking a complimentary shuttle service that started after a student worker was sent to the hospital for busting their chin open on ice on their way to DBU employment. It’s not half bad though, without any calls or adults around. Yesterday I learned how to salsa. So thank you ice, for giving me all these new experiences. I give you a sassy little salsa shake in your honor.