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Project Runway is one of the best shows EVER. I always thought Heidi Klum was pretty in a cleancut sort of way but she looks gorgeous this season. If I'm ever pregnant, I hope I look as good as she does. The woman is absolutely radiant. The new blonde haircolor works for her. And Seal is her (newest) baby's daddy. I rock out to his greatest hits CD every now and then. Yay for Heidi.
I hate going to the gym in January. I used to be one of the only people there so early and now I have to circle for a parking space in the garage. Hopefully just two more weeks until the new members start dropping like flies and I can work out in peace. I haven't even bothered with yoga lately because I can't concentrate during a class if someone sets a mat up within arm's length of me. It just makes me seethe the entire time wondering WTF is their problem. At least I can move to an alternate machine if someone invades my personal space at the gym. I may try to brave flow this afternoon, since I have today off work I should take advantage of attending a class I normally could not due to that pesky 8am-5pm schedule I must adhere to. If the class starts getting too full for my liking I can always leave. Or fake a whooping cough to deter others from approaching me.
My fiance and I have turned into little chefs. Experimenting with new ingredients, trying different types of wine, making trips to the farmer's market. We may sound like huge nerds but I find that focusing on possibility and variety even for a mundane domestic purpose paves the way for a more interesting life. It also motivates me to buckle down and tackle the more tedious tasks I need to accomplish, such as wedding planning. Lately any telephone conversations with my mom result in both of us raising our voices and hanging up pissed off at each other. I've visited four decent bridal salons (including the supposedly legendary Kleinfeld's) but I've departed from each empty handed. Choosing a gown is probably the most stressful aspect for me. I am toying with the idea of designing my own but I'd hate to see the finished product and not be crazy about it because I would have no one to blame but myself. The problem is, I am super petite and the sample sizes hang off my body. Usually I love shopping but it is just not fun to leave a store feeling frustrated, and it is getting hard to psych myself into an optimistic state of mind to try again after being disappointed with each store's selection. I wish I could have my own personal Project Runway challenge and assign each designer to create a dress for me! Austin, Nick, Emmett, if you are reading, I need an elegant garment that will make me look beautiful! I'll pay you good money! I'll be your fruit fly forever! :)
I hate going to the gym in January. I used to be one of the only people there so early and now I have to circle for a parking space in the garage. Hopefully just two more weeks until the new members start dropping like flies and I can work out in peace. I haven't even bothered with yoga lately because I can't concentrate during a class if someone sets a mat up within arm's length of me. It just makes me seethe the entire time wondering WTF is their problem. At least I can move to an alternate machine if someone invades my personal space at the gym. I may try to brave flow this afternoon, since I have today off work I should take advantage of attending a class I normally could not due to that pesky 8am-5pm schedule I must adhere to. If the class starts getting too full for my liking I can always leave. Or fake a whooping cough to deter others from approaching me.
My fiance and I have turned into little chefs. Experimenting with new ingredients, trying different types of wine, making trips to the farmer's market. We may sound like huge nerds but I find that focusing on possibility and variety even for a mundane domestic purpose paves the way for a more interesting life. It also motivates me to buckle down and tackle the more tedious tasks I need to accomplish, such as wedding planning. Lately any telephone conversations with my mom result in both of us raising our voices and hanging up pissed off at each other. I've visited four decent bridal salons (including the supposedly legendary Kleinfeld's) but I've departed from each empty handed. Choosing a gown is probably the most stressful aspect for me. I am toying with the idea of designing my own but I'd hate to see the finished product and not be crazy about it because I would have no one to blame but myself. The problem is, I am super petite and the sample sizes hang off my body. Usually I love shopping but it is just not fun to leave a store feeling frustrated, and it is getting hard to psych myself into an optimistic state of mind to try again after being disappointed with each store's selection. I wish I could have my own personal Project Runway challenge and assign each designer to create a dress for me! Austin, Nick, Emmett, if you are reading, I need an elegant garment that will make me look beautiful! I'll pay you good money! I'll be your fruit fly forever! :)
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