This weekend just felt great. Even though I really didn’t do anything “fun” or “exciting,” I think that’s just what I needed. No bridal showers. No weddings. No sleeping on couches or in guest beds. Coming back to some sense of normalcy feels good.
Saturday I got a bug in my pants about the house in its current state. I know we’re moving soonish, so it doesn’t make a whole lot of sense to put any money into our current house, but I just couldn’t stand living one more day in its current state. So I made a list. Wants and Needs.
-daily kitchen sink cleaner (no harsh chemicals, enviro friendly)
-new curtains for behind the bed (a temporary solution to a botched paint job)
-bamboo blinds for yoga/guest room
-shelves for yoga/guest room
(What I really REALLY want is a new couch, or new couch pillows at least, but this is frivolous at this point in time as we will be buying a new couch when we move and we don’t know what we’ll really need for the “Great Room” as of yet. Isn’t it great that we’ll have a great room, by the way? Makes me feel so mature)
-Storage bin for garlic/onions/potatoes in pantry
-light for yoga/guest room (ordered from IKEA)
-guest bed for yoga/guest room (inflatable… suggestions anyone?)
-citrus reamer (husband asked if tool was a bedroom toy…. OUCH)
-cutting boards (a few extra are always good to have on hand)
I had a plan all mapped out on where I should go for what, but that pretty much was shot to hell the minute I stepped foot in Target. I haven’t been in that store for about 2 years, and ohmygosh I found so much cool stuff. 3 hours later… and $200 poorer… I stumbled back out into the fresh air. Yup. That’s right. I spent 3 hours in Target.
Now all the needs are pretty much met (except for the bed because I don’t know what kind I should get), even some of the wants were granted, and I feel so much better.
One of the difficult things about this house is the amount of storage space. There’s too much! I know that’s not a commonly voiced complaint, but quite honestly, when your house has cupboards and closets galore, it is so easy to sack everything away and forget you even have it. I found a shelf that we had at somepoint dedicated to abandoned cordless phones. An entire shelf for TELEPHONES. We don’t even have a land-line anymore (except the fax machine) and yet, we were harboring all these hideous old cordless phones. One of them was teal. I kid you not.
So now my house smells like ginger and “tawny port” from the candles, and it’s clean clean clean. And the rain visited us off and on today so the air smells clean as well.
Did I mention that Autumn is here? IT IS! Did I tell you how happy that makes me? Very happy. I even turned on the heater today. I almost asked Tay to make me a fire, but (in all honesty) he’s not an A+ fire maker*, so I didn’t want to waste the wood. Last night I made an acorn squash curry. The Martha in me says: Nothing says autumn quite like acorn squash. It’s a good thing.
Amy and I drove down to Santa Barbara this morning for practice. Bhekasana is frustrating. I’ve never felt so physically awkward in a pose. Nothing else new to report here in SB, except the world seems to be against us finding a decent breakfast-to-go for the drive back. Last week was the 35 minute breakfast burritos that made me late to teach my class. Those were good burritos, but we couldn’t return, solely out of principle. This week was the $19 breakfast sandwich at a Santa Barbara bakery, and they were out of croissants, too. HOW THE HELL DO YOU RUN OUT OF CROISSANTS? At 10 a.m. On a rainy Sunday. Bake more croissants, bakers. The people…. they want their croissants. Quite honestly, once I’ve decided on a croissant, nothing else will fill the void. Nothing. It’s all disappointing after the anticipation of a warm, buttery, flaky croissant. Okay, so all we really want is a decent selection of breakfast burritos and sandwiches which include eggs or tofu or vegetables or some interesting combination of these ingredients. There’s gotta be options here, one would think. I guess I just don’t know where to look.
I had completely sweat through my Be Present pants (a first, even for sweaty me), so I had to borrow a pair of Amy’s for teaching my class. And before I forget, I’ll write it down here… I’ve gotta know what laundry detergent/fabric softener combo she uses.
Because those pants smelled so good. I seriously did not want to come up from demonstrating paschimottanasana.
Ladies holiday now through Wednesday. So pour me a glass of wine, Please! Oh, and pass the chocolate. amen, sista.
*I once had a roommate who was in boyscouts through high school (would that make him an Eagle Scout or something?) and that guy could make an impressive fire that would burn for days. Alas, Taylor became too cool for boy scouts at some point or another before he could learn to build a really great fire. But he is handsome and handy in other ways to boot, so I let him stick around. 😉