What The Eclipse Means For Your Sign

Thursday, August 17, 2017


In my perfect world, I get to post here everyday. I honestly hate the days I don't get to come here and ramble. But I also don't enjoy posting when I'm feeling down, rather than writing mopey posts I prefer to post silly shit that gives me a chuckle (because as Chris will tell you, I am by far the biggest fan of all my "jokes.")

But for the past week I've been in the dumps. It's off and on, but mostly on. Mornings are typically my favorite part of the day, I get up and my mind is already going a million miles an hour thinking about everything I have to do and I jump right in.

Lately, I can barely drag myself out of bed and when I do everything is ten times harder. It's like my body is attached to a bag of bricks and every move I make requires me to lug this dusty bag of bricks right right along with me.

And oh my God that's so depressing to write/read. Luckily, I consider myself very self aware, so when I'm feeling like I'm Daria and SO MOODY and dramatic, I force myself to get to the bottom of it and won't just let it sit.

Dear self, why do you feel like a shit bag? I ask, usually after a glass of wine or two.

Well, I guess you could say the old tornado feeling is extra heavy this time, I respond. To myself.

The "tornado is coming" feeling is something I've been familiar with for a very long time. It's the same pit in my stomach I had as a kid when the storm sirens would go off in our town warning us a tornado was on the horizon. In today's world we call it "anxiety," I believe. It means it's time for me to grab my favorite Beanie Babies, Polly Pockets, rosary beads, herd the animals, and head to the basement.

Herding the animals meant bribing our Doberman Jagz, with deli meat, grabbing Kit Kat my Siamese, and searching under every bed for our other Siamese, Skittles (I named the cats) and praying to God I could find that snotty little cat before our house was wiped out. *I never bonded with Skittles like I had hoped.

And as I'm writing this, I can't help but wonder why no one else in my family would help me (a very young child) with such a huge task of getting the cats and dogs to the basement. They'd all be standing outside watching the clouds while I was running around like a maniac, tears streaming down my face, trying to save the animals. WON'T ANYONE THINK OF THE ANIMALS?! WE MUST SAVE THE ANIMALS.

As I was saying. I've been feeling unsettled and off balance for nearly a week now and can't shake it like I usually can. There's obviously some things going on I have to be vague and annoying about (nothing health and/or that serious in the big scheme of things) it just feels big to me right now.

And then I just happened to read a post about what the solar eclipse means for my astrology sign and it was so spot on I almost cried (like I said, it's been a hard week.)

At this point in the post, if you don't believe in astrology or vibes or crystals WHATEVER maybe just come back tomorrow, because right now it's all I'm holding onto.

Long story short, this battle I'm in was predicted. The moon knew about it all along. Luckily, it's almost over. Once that eclipse happens on Monday, I'm FREE. Not only am I free, I'm about to thrive.

The solar eclipse will cause a change in the earth and also within you. I've gathered a little information on what this means based on your specific sign. Read below if you're interested!

Aries: you're going to pet a dog soon. It will be great for both of you and will spark some sort of creative burst in you that you didn't realize you had, so don't miss this. Also, you're going to thrive.

Taurus: someone is going to buy you a free coffee, don't turn it down, as you'll need this extra caffeine because you're about to take over the damn world. But if someone offers you tea, turn it down. It's poison. Also, you're going to thrive.

Gemini: someone is going to piss you off while driving, but resist the urge to honk. They know they pissed you off, but they'll be so grateful you didn't honk back that they will then send you good vibes. Those vibes will make you about $230. I don't know how, but it's going to happen. Also, you're going to thrive.

Cancer: you're going to eat a bagel soon that is unlike any other bagel you've had. enjoy it. savor it. because as you do something big is happening. an idea? a love interest? I'm not sure. the answer is within that bagel. also, you're going to thrive.

Leo: Something crazy is going to happen while you're vacuuming. Or perhaps dusting? It may seem scary at first, but it's not. It's just what you've been needing. Go with it. Also, you're going to thrive.

Virgo: Go to the gas station, down the chip aisle, and look behind the Cheetos. The hot ones. You'll find what you've been seeking. And if you don't, buy the hot cheetos because those are pretty good too! Also, you're going to thrive.

Libra: Send an Instagram message to someone you've been thinking about. They need it. So do you. Then scroll the hashtag "dogsinbusinessattire." This will bring you great joy. Also, you're going to thrive.

Scorpio: Crimpers. Bring them back.  It will bring you great fortune. Also, you're going to thrive.

Sagittarius: This Saturday at 4:56 p.m. you will get a sign in the form of a bird that gives you a weird look. Don't ignore it. Look closely and you'll see you know this bird. He has either given you a weird look before, or is an old friend. Either way, hear the bird out. It will lead to some crazy shit. Also, you're going to thrive. So is the bird.

Capricorn: Get your nails done. A no-chip, don't go cheap. You'll run into an old school teacher, probably from the 2nd grade. They have news for you. However, it's probably not relevant. But listen to them because they're getting old and just want to talk. Maybe take them to coffee? No, that would be weird I guess. On second thought, you may want to avoid this teacher. Just do what is best for you in the moment. Also, you're going to thrive.

Aquarius: Enjoy this moon cycle as next year your sign will officially be renamed "Daryl." I know it seems odd, no one wants this to happen, but apparently some big institution owned the "common law" trademark for "Aquarius," and they got pretty aggressive, had big wig lawyers and sometimes you just can't fight it. Seems crazy they can own such a vague thing, but that's how the law works I guess? Idk. It's hard. You can do this though, you're a Daryl, after all! Also, you're going to thrive.

Pisces: Go buy a computer, you've been thinking about it forever and it's high time you own one already! The internet is here and its been waiting for you. Only good can come from this. Try online dating. You may just fall in love with a Daryl... Crazier things have happened. Also, you're going to be okay. We all are.

This just pulled me out of my funk, thank you. We're all going to make it.



Harlow Goes Camping

Monday, August 14, 2017

We went camping in Wisconsin about seven days ago and I've been trying to write this post ever since. Unfortunately, I seemed to encounter a few  "hiccups" last week that kept demanding my attention and thus here we are seven days later. As I'm sure you expected, all hiccups were t-shirt related. Imagine that. They were a little bigger than usual and much more annoying. And I hate to be that vague blogger who mentions something but doesn't go into detail, and yet that's what I have to do (for the time being.) Until I get the words I want to say just right, I have to stay mum for a bit.

Because I'm sure you're all just dying to know the T-Shirt drama, right? My life is sooooo interesting.

Anyway, let's talk about camping.

So we got to Wisconsin last week on Friday evening, pulled into our campsite, and the first thing I did was grab a brochure. And on that brochure was the photo of a black bear.

"Chris..." I said, "what's up with this?"

"What?" He asked, not looking at me.

At which point I shoved the brochure in his face, "BEARS. You said nothing about bears being here."

"There's not."

"This brochure begs to differ," I flipped through it and noticed not one, but three, THREE I tell you, photos of black bears.

 "They're way north of us, don't worry about it."

And for the rest of the weekend, I did the exact opposite.

I get that people camp in bear country all the time. However, that doesn't mean I understand it, nor was I prepared to do it. Would we have to throw our garbage in a tree? Or burn it? Or shout "HEY BEAR!" if we heard something rustling in the woods at night (we watch ALONE every week so I know what to shout.)

When we got to our actual tent spot, a beautiful place just twenty feet from a river, I noticed another tourist board informing campers of other wildlife in the area. Creatures such as wolves. Elk. And Fisher Cats (google them, they're terrifying.) I knew at that moment I was going to have to drink a lot of wine if I stood any chance of falling asleep that night.

We set up our tent (it's one of those where you just throw it in the air and it happens on its own) made a campfire, and bickered at each other like couples do on a camping vacation,

"can you please help with something?"
"like what? I don't know how to start a fire, you know that!"
"well get me some sticks."
"from where?"
"wal mart."
"really?"
"No, Tay. C'mon. We're surrounded by sticks. Just grab some from over there."
"What? No way, it's dark! There's bears out there."
"fine, I'll get them. Since I have to do everything!"
"I set up the sleeping bags! And the air mattress."
"Okay.'
"And I got the snacks out!"

(silence.)

"Do you want a beer?"
"Yes."

And then we were happy again.

Until I woke up at 2:30 a.m. and couldn't fall back asleep as I thought of all of the things just outside our thin green tent that were most likely about to kill me. Harlow felt my nervous energy because he couldn't sleep either. Instead he'd move from bottom of our sleeping bag, back to the top, to the bottom, to the middle, to the top, over and over again.

When the sun finally hit the sky I was happy to be alive and Harlow was happy it was play time again.





These two had a blast. Here they are crossing the lava bridge. If you look closely you'll see there's even a small troll hiding underneath. Luckily, we solved his riddles and were allowed to cross.

And if you're wondering why I'm in a flannel and thermal socks in August, it's because the temps were in the low 70s/high 60s (low 50s at night.)




We camped in Black River Forest, and other than the bear thing, I would really recommend it if camping is your thing. And just for the record, no one seemed to be scared of bears except me, so perhaps they were pretty far North of us, after all. But you never know!


And yes, Harlow had the time of his life. He acted like he was Bear Grylls during the day; catching fish in the river, eating leaves off the ground, making a canoe out of bark.

Yet when dusk moved in... he would hightail it for the tent and look at us like, "you guys, let's get inside! what are we a bunch of animals?!"


You can't see it, but under this fleece blanket he's also wearing fleece footie pajamas. He can't help it if his body temps always run cold!

I'm going to call it a day here because I think you get the picture. We camped, it was fun, I ate a lot of chips and beer. Chris is trying to book another trip for next weekend and I'm trying to convince him booking a cabin would be just as (if NOT) more fun...

Big week on the docket, guys. Friday I'm doing my first comedy show in my hometown (OH BOY.) And tomorrow I'm writing a post called, "oh shit I'm getting older, what kind of skin products should I use?" Like I said, BIG. WEEK.



What I've Learned After Running My Own Business For Three Years

Tuesday, August 8, 2017

My t-shirt shop is celebrating three years this week. I never thought I'd be a "T-Shirt Lady," yet here I am. But when I look back,  I have to admit it makes sense. The writing was always on the wall. I was the one who demanded to be in charge of making shirts for my friends in middle school, then my basketball team in high school, keg race shirts in college...

SHOP
So like I said, I suppose it was always my destiny.

Three years ago when I printed my first shirt, my goal was to sell twenty. Then fifty. Then a hundred. I wanted to "ride this t-shirt thing out" for at least three months. Wouldn't that be fun, I remember thinking to myself. I could really be my own boss finally!

Never did I imagine it would carry me for this long. Second only to my blog (and being Harlow's dog walker) it's the longest I've held a job before... (I have authority problems, remember?)

I've learned over the years that a lot of people want to sell t-shirts. I say this because they tend to email me, asking how to do it. At least four times a week I get the email that says, "I've got this great idea for a shirt, but don't know where to start..."

So here's my advice. You just do. Go out on that limb and do it. We live in the days of the internet, so any info you want is available. Figure out a printing service (by googling.) Then figure out what kind of shirt you want to print on (by looking in your closet.) I looked at the soft cozy shirts I already owned and went from there. My advice is don't go cheap on the quality of shirts. I hate when I order online and the shirt comes in and it feels like a free shirt you'd get at a football game for signing up for a new credit card. Don't do that, stay away from the cheap shit.

click here for shirt.

When you know what brand of shirt you'd like to use, then you just have to pull the trigger and do it. My first order was for twenty shirts. I put all of them on my credit card because I couldn't afford to do it any other way. I was nervous as hell I'd end up with 20 shirts sitting in a box in my closet no one wanted to buy.

Luckily, that didn't happen. However three years later, I have far more than 20 shirts sitting in my closet...

Which brings me to some of the struggles of being a tshirt lady: INVENTORY. Managing inventory is so hard for me. Ordering it every Monday makes my stomach drop. Am I over-ordering? Under-ordering? It's never easy for me. Every time I think I have a system down something seems to pop up out of nowhere and throw me off completely. I am not an organized person and that does not bid well for this job.

Struggle number two, (the biggest struggle of all for me,) is the nature of the t-shirt business in general- which means people take whatever they want. I give myself a pat on the back about this one because I've really mellowed in this area. (Or have tried to at least.) I don't take things as personal, or go ape shit when I see something I created being used by someone who isn't me, I just know it's the business.

Simply because I choose to come up with my own designs, doesn't mean everyone else does. Of course I'd like them to... But sadly I don't get to make the rules for every single t-shirt business that exists. Bummer, I know.

*However I do go ape shit when people not only steal my ideas, but also my photos, that's too much for me.* Like for example the leg pic you see above, it's been used nearly 100 times on other sites to sell products that aren't mine. I stopped keeping track at 100. It got tiresome and filled me with too much negative energy. My only small victory is the fact that pic has a blatant stain on that specific shirt, which brings me a chuckle. (It's to the left of the AF.) So nice job stealing that pic, idiots.

I'm not bitter. I'm not bitter. I'm not bitter.

I simply know that when I release a new shirt and spend a lot of time and money to market the hell out of it, it will only be mine for a matter of weeks. (Sometimes days. Sometimes even just hours.) It's unfortunate, but it is what it is. My only solution is to constantly come up with new stuff and hope it takes.

Admittedly, I got really lucky being the first to slap "MARRIED AF"on a shirt. And yes, it hurts to look at my sales last year compared to this year for those specific tops since a million other stores sell it now, but what can you do. I can't rest on only having "that one great shirt," or my business would never survive.

*That said, please buy 100 Married AF tops for all of your friends getting married because it pains my heart.*

Moving right along...

Just like with blogging, or writing, really anything in life, there's no "secret to success," or "that one thing you have to do," to create your own business that lasts for three years rather three months. From what I've learned, there's a shit ton things you have to do. And you have to do them over and over and over.

You have to hustle. And grind. And handle the anxiety of the unknown and what-ifs. You have to stay up late, get up early, do your research, see what the others are doing and do it better. Spend money on ads and marketing and collabs. Watch tutorials. Read articles. Try new things. Don't be afraid of failure because it's going to happen a lot. (More than you want.) But after all of the failure will come the success.

I know that's not what most people want to hear when they ask me about my business, and maybe there is a better way or "that one thing you have to do," and I simply don't know it.

All I can tell you is what I've done. And keep in mind I never took a single business class in college, I didn't get any of my info from a "tshirt lady," I've simply figured it out as I've gone along. Trial and error. Lots of it.

And most importantly, I'm not ignorant to the fact 95% of the success I've found is because of this blog. Because of people like you, who choose to buy from me, when there's millions of other choices out there. So there's that. (And that's a big one.)
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That's all I've got for today. Thank you for three years of support! Seriously, thank you! Which also means three years of shameless plugs on this site you've graciously allowed.

Like clear bags for game days, AMIRIGHT? The clear bag policy in stadiums this year is a big thing, but I've got you covered!

To read a more in-depth post about starting a tshirt business click here.

We're Getting Campy

Friday, August 4, 2017


We're going camping this weekend, leaving in about five hours in fact. I've packed nothing. Chris has packed the house. If you were to see our kitchen right now, you'd think we were actually moving into the wilderness forever, rather than just two days.

We have three huge green tubs full of everything campy out there. A "bag shower" to hang from a tree, camping dishes, a hammock, blow up mattresses, bag chairs (including one for Harlow, obvi,) camp string lights, the list goes on. Chris is clearly going through a phase right now and I support it, because I love camping too.



What I mean is I love the idea of camping, I should say. I like the idea of a cozy campfire, and snacks, and wine. But that lasts for about two hours and then I look around and think, okay what now?

Even though our camping air mattress is very comfortable, I never sleep well in a tent because I'm too worried about dying. How does one die while camping you may ask? Well the possibilities are endless. A crazy murderer who busts into our tent is usually number one on my mind. A bear comes next. Then a raccoon. Or a crazy murderer dressed as a bear traveling with a pack of raccoons. Like I said, the possibilities are really endless.



Last time we went camping we made "camp friends" with the man next to us who came over to say hello and drink our beer. We quickly found out his hobbies included frisbee golf, trains, and hating women. I was pretty growly with him until he made it known he had an axe in his car, at which point I hated women too, you know because I didn't want TO DIE.

"Yeah, women are the worst! Let's keep talking shit about half the population!"

Luckily, he drank too much and fell asleep and we got the hell out of there before he woke up the next morning. Camp friends, am I right?!

Just another reason why I don't like to talk to strangers. You never know.

I don't want to end on scary-camp-man, so instead let's talk about the fact Harlow and I share a sleeping bag. I could pretend I'm annoyed about this but I think we all know I love it. To give you an adorable visual, he starts out by burying himself down in the bottom of the bag, but then during the middle of the night he gets hot, so he army crawls back to the top, and positions his head on the pillow right next to mine.

But then unfortunately the second the sun starts to come up, literally the second it peeks out, Harlow is at the tent door going, "Can we get up now? Is it time? Can we play? Can we go? Now? How about now? Now? Play? Now? Now." He just loves camping so much he doesn't want to waste a second sleeping.




Well, time is ticking and I have to plan out all of my "look how cute and cozy I am camping" outfits. It's supposed to be low 50s at night.... I can't even wrap my head around that right now. So I'm packing flannels and vests and thermal socks.

On that note, I have to get packing. Have a good weekend! Hope everyone gets a little campy!!! Northern Wisconsin, here we come!

CAMPY SHIRT FOUND HERE.

The One About Standup

Wednesday, August 2, 2017

Once upon a time, about four years ago, I got the urge to do standup.

*bangs* jeweled shoulders* and a Fitbit on stage* so much to love about this pic*

Chris and I went to a comedy show one night, I had a few drinks, and I couldn't stop thinking about getting on stage myself. I was in the improv world, taking classes at Second City and iO, and for the first time in my life found myself in the circle of a lot stand-ups. These people actually existed. Before, they seemed like fictional characters I had only seen on TV or in movies. I know that sounds dumb, but Nebraska isn't exactly known for their standup community.

So I signed up for my first open mic, which was to be held in a classroom at the Second City, on a Saturday night at 9 p.m. Talk about a good room. (Jk.)

I had never been so scared in my life. I worked on my five minute set for nearly two weeks. And after having hosted an open mic for almost two years, it's very comical to me looking back at how prepared I was for that 9:00 p.m. Saturday mic, held in a classroom.

When I went before the room and had my five minutes to tell my jokes, it was one of those weird blackout/out-of-body experiences. My body took over while my mind floated away. I was hot and fidgety and nervous and euphoric all at once.

"You did good," Chris said when I floated back to my seat.

"I have no idea what just happened," I admitted, "but I need to do it again, asap."

And then I got a little bit obsessed. I started going to mics 2-3 times a week (which was a lot for me, but not for your normal comedian. Comedians grind harder than anyone else I know.)

I would go to a bar alone, write in my little comedian notebook, wait my two hours for my 4-5 minutes of stage time, then go home and work on more jokes.

I got into some festivals (where I never "moved on" but it was still a thrill for me to tell jokes in "cool New York comedy clubs,") booked a few bigger shows, told jokes to crowds who actually paid money to see me (which blew my mind) and relished in the fun of it all.



They say it takes a comedian at least ten years "to make it," (and this is if you're good.) So while I really enjoyed/still enjoy writing jokes and being on stage, I don't have the hustle in me to grind for ten years. And I know that sounds weak, or like I gave up, and perhaps I did, but when I was being honest with myself I know I'm too much of a homebody to live the stand up life- which entails a lot of late nights, bars, and being away from your dog and husband.

I love my couch. I love my quiet nights at home. And I love my early mornings (which I didn't see a lot of, being out past midnight.)

So I started to scale back. I figured out there are other ways I can get my comedy fix. Like making stupid Instagram vids. I know I put out a lot of silly content, but it keeps me writing and telling jokes, so why not? Creating is creating.

But every once in awhile, I still get that standup itch. And the good thing about having it be just a hobby is that I can jump back in whenever I want. So next week I'm hitting some mics with my friends and I'm really excited about it. It's been about six months since I've been on stage and I'm just jonesing for that uncomfortable "omg is anyone going to laugh" feeling.

And I need to spruce up my crowd work because in two weeks I'm doing what will probably be one of my biggest shows to date. Truth be told, I get butterflies just writing that sentence. My stomach starts to turn in the best way possible because I love that nervous high.

In two weeks, on Friday August 18th, I'll be doing a show in the town where I grew up (which is a scary thing on its own) and it will be for all of my former teachers and coaches (and anyone else who buys tickets to attend.)

A hometown crowd.... Oh boy. I've been told to expect around 150-200 people. So we shall see...

This makes me nervous and excited and nervous. It's a weird feeling to be in front of that many people, knowing they're all looking at you like, okay you gonna make us laugh or what? 

It's weird and it's wonderful. But when you manage to do it, when you know that you've got a crowd of people laughing at jokes you've written, there's not a better feeling out there.


Home Tour Update + 7 Of My Favorite Decorating Tips

Tuesday, August 1, 2017

I asked Harlow to please smile nicely for the camera and this is what he gave me.


Turkey face. Thanks, Har.

Now before I get into this "home decor" post, if you will, let me be up front about the fact I don't claim to be an expert. Decorating does not come easy to me. Sometimes it's fun, but most of the time I find it kind of frustrating and slightly annoying. If I could afford it, I would most definitely hire someone to do it all. Unfortunately, I'm not a millionaire. Thus, it's been on Chris and I (and Harlow) to figure it out on our own.

So this is how we started...

1. Figure out your style.
How do you do this? I suggest Pinterest. Or do what we did and buy one specific piece you have to have then build your style around it... (Jk, don't do this.)


Chris bought this mid century console about two years ago (and it didn't go with anything in our home at the time) and said, "let's make our new place mid century AF." So I said, "sure why not" and the rest is history.

And that's how the pinning began. I started searching "mid century modern" decor pics day and night to find ideas for room styles that I liked.  I'm also lucky that we live about a mile away from two of my favorite stores, West Elm and Cb2. Which brings me to number two...

2. When in doubt, copy what the experts are doing.
By this I mean I would wander Cb2 and West Elm for hours on the weekends just taking in their floor layouts. What patterns were they using? How did they mix furniture? Rugs? Pillows. I literally just copied everything their stylists were doing. Often times I'd even bring in pics of our home, show an employee, and say "please help."

An Anthropologie employee basically designed our hutch. "You need to stack dishes, play with height, and bring in plants that will cascade over the top. And add books, books are always good." she told me as I showed her a photo of our then empty hutch. So to the best of my ability (and pocket book) I tried to do what she instructed.


3. Mix high and low.
To me this means mixing Anthropologie dishes, with Homegood vases. Chairs from West Elm, with an end table from Tj Maxx. Splurge on the pieces that you won't change up for awhile (like a couch or nice chair.)

Our leather swivel chair was a big splurge for me (and also the ONE chair Harlow can't be on in the house.) But nine months later I still love it just as much as I did the day I brought it home. And it also didn't hurt it was a floor sample...

Clover Coffee Table.

4. So when you can, buy floor samples.
A lot of the more expensive pieces in our home were purchased on discount thanks to the fact we live right by West Elm as I mentioned, and I'm able to shop all of their floor sample pieces as soon as they're put for their sale. It's my favorite trick because they still look brand new but are usually marked down 15-20% simply because they've been "touched, or sat in a few times" by customers while they were on display.

Wall Vases

Har's favorite red bench is also a good West Elm floor sample find!

5. Don't settle. 
I'm sure you've seen the white Moroccan inspired rug in almost every blogger's living room by now (pictured above). .. well there's a reason for it. It's a really easy rug to decorate with (in my opinion.) We tried out three other rugs in this room before we settled on the one you see in the photo.

And do you know how annoying it is to lug three 6 x 9 rugs up four flights of stairs, lay the rug out, decide it doesn't work, wrap it back up, and lug it back down the stairs? It's awful. But I refused to settle. I knew the others didn't work, and I wanted to get it right.

Buying stuff just to fill a home vs waiting for the right stuff, is a big part of what makes the vibe in this house so different from our past places. We've really taken our time and decorated with intention rather than with a sense of urgency. Buying pieces you're not 100% in love with ends up being a waste of time and money.

6. Plants are your friend.
Greenery is such an easy decorating tool. Mixing the indoors with the outdoors is a great way to add energy and vibrance to any room. (I read that on a decor site once and thought it sounded pretty fancy.)


Dining chairs are found here and I just saw they're on sale right now. And we go to Amazon for our plant stands. The taller white one is on Prime here.

And because some spots just don't get enough sun, we have some fake plants sprinkled in around the house, as well. HomeGoods always seems to have good fake finds!

7. As for rugs...
Our go-to for rug shopping is typically online (usually Hayneedle.) They're fair priced, fast delivery, and good quality.

And one more feet on rug photo if you don't mind...


This rug is found here. And for area rugs we had really good luck with Overstock. 


I love our bedding but unfortunately so does Harlow... I think it may have just one more month in it before we have to find something new. You can judge me because I know it's gross, but yes, I support Harlow sleeping in bed. We share a pillow most nights even. But this means I buy bedding knowing it's only going to be a year long commitment (and a year is good, this is the longest we've had a duvet hold up.)

Now just for fun, here's a few crappy photos from that first day/week we moved in.


We immediately ditched the brown blinds to allow more light in and it made such a difference. Soon the fireplace will be white tile and the track lights will be gone.


Harlow enjoying his new king bed...


Last month we gave the white chairs away to make room for the dining table. 
And finally, I like this kitchen pic to compare how we were totally misusing the cow hyde rug.


We thought it looked fine under the island, that is until we moved it under the breakfast nook. (Excuse the dark grainy pic.)


Okay, so maybe it's not that big of a difference.

I just felt like we completely lost the majority of the rug placing it under the island, as opposed to angling it out from the table like it is now. Humor me and pretend to see what I'm talking about here.



Well we're about to that point where my attention is weaning. I hope this has been useful as this post feels like it has taken me 100 hours to create. And if it hasn't been useful and you're certain I'm doing it all wrong, well that's okay too, everyone is entitled to their opinion. 

All I know is that it fits what Chris and I seem to like and we feel really happy and comfortable here. I guess there's not a lot more you could ask for. 

*but if I could ask for more, it would be a master bathroom remake. Notice zero bathroom pics were included....*

photo cred (for top photo) @alialistone 

On Being Chicago Home Owners

Monday, July 31, 2017

Nine months ago today Chris and I met downtown at noon, signed a million papers while seated at a a large board table surrounded by people in suits I did not know (other than our realtor) and walked away with keys to our new home.


And all of the fun and exciting feelings of "we just bought a house!" were equally matched with all of the "oh shit" and "omg" feelings.

"What did we just do?" We asked each other no less than a hundred times that day. WHAT DID WE JUST DO?

What if we can't pay our mortgage one month? And the bank takes our home and we lose everything? And we end up on the street? We never missed a rent check, but I was suddenly sure we'd miss a mortgage check. Every scary thought about being a home owner entered my mind between the two mile drive from downtown to our new place.

We had been looking for nearly a year, so it's not as if we rushed into anything. However the Chicago market is a little crazy,  so no matter what, it always feels as if things are rushed. You have to move fast or you'll miss your shot. Homes aren't even technically put on the market before they're sold. And even then, they'll go for more than asking price. Bidding wars happen. Letters are written by buyers to sellers trying to convince them why they're the best buyers and should be the chosen ones. I know, because I wrote one. It was cheesy as hell, but it got the job done.

And suddenly we were Chicago homeowners.

The plan had always been to (hopefully) buy a home someday. But I'm not sure if I ever really believed it would happen in Chicago. It just seemed so daunting and scary to buy in the city. We don't own a garage, or green space, but instead we own a floor and a half of a building, with three other owners. This type of setup just wasn't the norm for me growing up, but it is now. It's simply what you do if you want to live in a city.

*Sidenote: if I didn't write this post today, I was going to write a post called "Neighbors" in which four different neighbors hear each other about to leave their front door, so they all hang back not wanting to run into one another. But since they're all waiting on each other, no one leaves... Ever. It was going to be very "The Exterminating Angel" inspired. Still think it could be fun to write, so it may still happen.*

Anyway, it's been a fun nine months. I tell Chris everyday how lucky I feel that we get to live in a mansion. And then he politely reminds me it's not really mansion, (but we have 2.5 baths, in-unit laundry AND an ice maker) if that's not a mansion I don't know what is.



It's funny how our perspective on space has changed since living in Chicago. I'm so impressed with our laundry-closet, but when we have friends stay (often from Nebraska) I can tell they're usually appalled by our tiny little closet that houses both a washer and dryer. They'll usually add something well-meaning like, "well you don't need a lot of room for laundry, anyway!" They're trying to be kind, but I'm usually just dumbfounded because they don't realize it's actually AMAZING to have a laundry-closet. Little do they know, for the past seven years I've been doing communal laundry in a dungeon basement, playing the "laundry games" with assholes who forget to move their clothes for five hours.

Like I said, it's all about perspective.

Coming tomorrow: going to share some inside looks at our home from when we moved in, to how it looks now, and a few of my favorite decorating hacks.

PLUS: we have a contractor coming to redo our fireplace, kitchen, and install some new lighting. VERY excited about all of this.


Bye guys, happy Monday!

*All outdoor furniture found here (and it's on sale!)
*Bedding found here  and SURPRISE they're also having a sale.

A Typical Summer Day For Us

Thursday, July 27, 2017

Our summer mornings start like this:


(Read the post, I mean.) My summer morning doesn't start with a booze walk. Or does it? ....

We (Harlow and I) get up around 6:40 a.m., go downstairs, I say, "do you want your breakfast?" And then he does his breakfast dance and I love it more than I probably should. His breakfast dance includes wiggling his butt and shoulders while I get his "omelet" ready. And his omelet includes a mix of dry dog food with some raw meat log on top.

Raw meat log. Doesn't that just sound good?! I'm not sure if that's the actual name, I buy it at the pet store by our house and it's in the refrigerated section and vets rave about how good it is for your dog. Harlow LOVES it. He loves it to the point where he won't even touch his dry food without a little meat log sprinkled on top, which is slightly annoying... but what Harlow wants, Harlow gets.

I think it was while googling, "how to make your dog live forever," when I learned that one of the biggest (controllable) factors in life span for dogs is their diet. And then I went off the deep end and started buying only organic food (which I don't even buy for myself) and insisting Harlow takes 5-7 vitamins a day (I don't take any.)

Truthfully, the main reason I sling t-shirts as hard as I do is so Har can afford the finer things in life.

But I just went off on a tangent, where was I again? Oh yes, our summer mornings.

It's breakfast, then coffee, then park time, all before 7:30 a.m. And every time I slip on my sandals and jean shorts to go to the park I think to myself, man I love summer. It's just so much easier than winter. Do you know what a process it is to get straight out of bed and put on boots and a coat and a scarf, gloves and hat just so Harlow can take his morning potty break? It's the worst. Simply writing it makes me cringe.

Thus the inspiration for today's post. It all stemmed from me being at the park with Har at 7:00 a.m. this morning, with the sun beating down on us, temps already 80 degrees, freshly mowed grass sticking to my sandals, and just taking it all in. Summer is the best.

But don't be fooled, the fear of winter is always there, ask any Chicagoan. It's constantly lurking in the back of our minds... winter is coming.... it's coming.

After park time we go back home and it's tempting not to jump straight into emails. But I usually force myself to write in my "crazy lady dream/mantra/goal book" for at least a few minutes. It helps to clear my mind and set some good intentions for the day (at least that's what I tell myself.)

But once that's done I dive straight into emails. 70% are from t-shirt customers, 20% blog related, and 10% random AF.

More emails. Then a blog post (hopefully.) Maybe a quick pilates class (maybe.) And then another Har walk.

Lunch is always at home, typically some sort of fish or an egg bowl. (Unless I had too much wine the night before, then it's usually a Potbelly kinda day.)

More emails. Filling orders. Shooting product photos. Facebook posts. Gazing into Harlow's eyes. More emails. And everyday I tell myself I'll get to the coffee shop around 3:00 to write for a bit. And yet 3:00 rolls around and I find myself still doing something t-shirt related. It never ends (and it's a great distraction from writing.)

And by 4:00 when I'm drained, Har and I like to go on what we call our "stress walk." It's that time in the day where we've both had enough (Har gets very stressed watching for alley cats all day) so we go out to take a breath of fresh air and re-strategize for the night.

Okay full disclosure, today was another day where I had writers block so I just kinda jumped in to what would happen and omg I feel like this got so boring. I'm SORRY.

Blah blah blah, I work from the couch with wine until about 9:00 or so, then TV, then more blah blah.

Long story short, my day is mostly emails and Harlow. And how could I not feel happy about this? Just look at the face I get to stare at all day.


Oh man, this dopey smile brings me so much joy. On that note, it's time for another Har walk.

Not Another Wedding Post... Surprise! It's a Honeymoon Post!

Tuesday, July 25, 2017

We did it.



We celebrated our one year anniversary and ate our year old cake. Jk. We didn't have any cake leftover because the one piece we took home from our reception I smashed in my own face during our after hours party that night. And I don't regret it because I'm not exactly a fan of frost bitten, one year old cake, even if it is tradition.


The morning after our wedding we woke up exhausted and immediately ordered the entire room service menu. It's a weird feeling waking up the day after your wedding. It's like coming out of a slow, foggy dream. You sit there and wonder, did that all really happen last night? 

The day before was the most heightened day of nerves and emotion I'd ever felt before, and then poof it was all over. I felt a mix of glee, relief, and a little bit of sadness. It was hard saying good bye to friends and family as they left the resort one by one, cars packed, ready to make the drive down the mountain.

I felt a strange sense of homesickness for everyone I had just spent the week with.

I'll never forget the feeling when I returned to the penthouse we'd rented the day after everyone had left. Chris was missing sneakers, and me a bathing suit, so I had the maids unlock it for me. I opened the door and it was a completely different space than what I had known for the past five days. What was once a flurry of my favorite people walking in and out, mixing drinks in the kitchen, telling jokes on the couch, blasting music in every room, was now as quiet and cold as a place could be. It felt like returning to summer camp after all of your campmates had gone home.  Camp Kammie (what we called the bunk room upstairs) was empty and sad.

I grabbed Chris's sneakers (which I found in our closet, the same closet where my wedding dress hung hidden away in the back just two days previous) and ran out as fast as possible. I couldn't get away quick enough.

Finally, I was ready to leave Steamboat. It was time to... HONEYMOON.





Don't worry, I won't drag you through our entire honeymoon. It's suddenly dawned on me I've become that annoying aunt who returns home from her Branson vacation and wants to show you her full slideshow of vacation pics while she narrates in the background.

And this is where I got food poisoning. I tell you what, that pulled chicken sandwich may look good, but boy oh boy it did a number on me. Let's just say I can't wear those white capris pants ever again if you know what I mean!

I will tell you we got lucky and upgraded to First Class for only $40 more on our flight to Antigua and it was the most luxurious flight of my life! I had a mimosa before we even took off and I will NEVER forget it. I also won't forget the woman who sat in front of us who bitched the entire flight because,

You're serving mimosas in a plastic cup?! What are we, zoo animals?! And why is this crab Benedict luke warm? Is this a joke? What next? I suppose you're going to tell me the toilet seat isn't made out of gold EITHER? 

She was the worst person to ever live. The more mimosas I drank, the more I stewed behind her ready to get up and say something. Lucky for her, I fell asleep.

And I'm about to fall asleep now so I'll wrap it up. If you want to read more honeymoon recaps, click here or here. Also, Antigua is pronounced An-Tee-Gah, NOT An-Tee-Gwa, as so many people think. And since we're talking about this, bruschetta is pronounced "bru-sket-ta," not "bru-schet-ta." I am the pronunciation police and I will come after you.

*but don't come after me for my grammar errors because I'm sure you'll find a lot today as I am feeling extra lazy*