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Comic Sans…

Can we just talk about the perfection that is this…..

 

via comicsanscriminal

twenty-leven.

Hello, friends.

I’m busily packing and cleaning in preparation for THE move and so I don’t have much time to chat or even apologize for how long it’s been since I last posted. A long freaking time, I know.

BUT, I did want to share this awesome little tid with you all as a tiding of the new year. Happy 2011. Big things are a-happening this year.

The Conquest by Delane Meadows via dwl.
Enjoy. I’ll be back. Albeit, I’ll be much further east than I am now, but I’ll be back nonetheless.

Once more, with feeling.

The long awaited engagement pictures. (Not that long.) I seriously cannot say enough nice things about Melissa. Not only is her taking and editing style beautiful, but she had amazingly fast turnaround, was within our student-loan hindered budget and gave us EIGHT times as many pictures as we were expecting (AND, she doesn’t charge travel fees. Which wasn’t really an issue for us, but if you were wondering…). Seriously, go to her site here.












via Fresh Photography.

 

 

 

Bangs! Bangs! Bangs!

I got my haircut tonight. It only served to solidify my opinion that one of the best things in this world is having one’s hair brushed. Also, at the place I go, they do a little scalp massage thing, which rocks.

Tonight is interesting, you see, because I have weird hair. It’s strange. It doesn’t do what I tell it to do. It’s curly but not curly enough that I can just put gel in it and go. But it definitely is not straight. I get the best results if I wash it at night and sleep on it because then the curls don’t get frizzy and then I don’t have to both wash and dry it in the mornings. (I’m not a morning person.  Ask the Boy. Or the Best Friend. It’s best if I don’t leave important things for the morning tines or they probably won’t get done.) Anyway, weird hair. No one understands my pain. Emo, emo, emo.  The past few months, I’ve stopped brushing it, hoping to encourage the curl so that I don’t land somewhere in those between stages and it usually works, and I’m usually satisfied with the level of disheveledness, much to my mother’s chagrin.

For a while, I’ve been wanting to get that haircut. You know the one I’m talking about, that Jenny Lewis with the bangs and the choppy layers. And I think I’ve been trying to explain this to my hairdresser every time I’ve gone in but always come out with something different (no big, it’s just hair.) But today, I bit that bullet, you know the one, telling you that you’re eloquent and articulate and should be able to describe to the hair dresser exactly what you want bullet,  and took a picture in.

This one, actually.

via Flixster.com

Right now, it’s a little too salon perfect, you know, when they blow dry it and curl and it put a ton of product in it so it’s glossy and wayyy too slippery so it’s impossible to try and restyle? Well, I’m still going to play with it a bit, but here are the bangs. Wachoo fink?

Bangs, yes?

I’m off to write the last paper of my undergraduate career. And by “off” I mean I need to close the interweb off so that I can write.

the sprout and the bean

It’s finally snowing here. And it’s not a bustling, holiday kind of snow, rather a relaxing, hushed snow. So, I’ve been drinking lots of coffee and wearing flannel and my scarf indoors and being contemplative and listening to this song on repeat. It’s not exactly wintery, but it’s a nice sort of melancholy that seems to fit my right now.

Happy winter, friends.