On the Side

There has always been a part of me interested in fashion.  I would never have been cut out for that world; my skin is much too thin.  But while discussing part-time career options if a teaching job does not materialize, a personal shopper does not sound so bad after a day of subbing.  I just would never count it as income, because I am sure it will go right back to the store.

Nordstrom photo

The Excitement

Up to my ears in packing paper and tape and cardboard boxes.  Up to my eyeballs in wedding details.  Butterflies everywhere.  Our day is almost here.

Stowed Away

I have two boxes of purses.  Totes of clothes.  And a million boxes of teacups.  Can my stuffed animals breathe when taped inside a box?  I'm assuming not.

Karl patiently tries to tell me that I am getting all my stuff back.  I am not packing these things to give them away; they will be going with us.  But I can't help but have this small, nagging feeling that I am packing away this life.  Twenty three years of me.  It is one part thrilling.  Another part terrifying.

Hard to believe that this little adventure will begin soon.

The Best Parts of Summer

Dippin' Dots, swimming, salad, cold fruit, laughing children, skirts, and flip flops.  These are some of the things I love about summer.  And while my tan lines are a mess, I do not miss layering and heavy boots.  I am happy to slip on flip flops and what feels like the bare minimum of clothing needed to head out into the muggy night.

Jitters

In 24 days, I am getting married.  Crazily enough, I don't have wedding jitters yet.  I have moving ones.

Will I ever get everything packed? When are we moving? How will we get there? What am I putting everything in? What doesn't belong to me and needs to stay here?

I am waiting for the nerves to start.  I am waiting to be thinking about my wedding day in great detail and with great stress. Instead, I stare at my closet and the bookshelves, waiting for my valuables to pack themselves.

Snapshots

A few snapshots of my week:

1.  This new clutch...

...because it is handy and stylish.

This coffee filter art project...

...because it was my attempt at being an elementary teacher.

 This monster...

...because kids are more creative than I am.

 This flooded street...

...because I had to walk through it and was almost swept away.

I've also been obsessed with reading this fashion blog.  Her recent wedding and wedding pictures are full of Southern charm, and I absolutely love her classy style.
And this blog of WWII-era letters.  How wonderful to have all these momentos.

Wishes

I wish that I could tan outside, pop in my headphones, read a book, and have a glass of something sweet and cold.

Lately my schedule has been busy, full of running around, to-do lists, and little gatherings. I wouldn't mind a day to relax, but between work and celebrations, the relaxation is to be surrounded by family.

And although I wish to be sitting in the sand beside a husband, 47 days doesn't seem so far away.