[Field of Floral Dreams]

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Peter and I drove up to La Conner for the Tulip Festival. I give him props for agreeing to do that, but I also think he likes taking long drives, plus we ate really good food. AND it’s not like I dragged him into any antique shops or anything…oh wait…

It was a gloriously sunny day across the western half of Washington. I’m sure you can relate to the feeling of the sun on your skin and face, even though your face is covered in skin, after a long, dreary winter. It’s like your whole body and soul is rejuvenated and reborn. That might be a slight exaggeration, but it’s a pretty good feeling regardless. We stopped at one of the many tulip fields and just walked around the rows and rows of yellow and red flowers basking in the sun.

If I haven’t told you already, then you should know, I’m a flower fiend. Between April and October you can almost always find fresh cut flowers or some other form of plant life in my apartment or office at work. They make everything better, and these fields of tulips in full bloom were no exception. I couldn’t go more than 30 seconds without smiling. Peter kept asking me what was up, and I just kept telling him I was happy. Happy to be there with him, happy to be surrounded by flowers, and happy the sun was out.

After that detour we headed into “downtown” La Conner, which is really just a “Main St.” There were a handful of shops, lots of food options, and a bountiful amount of sexy cars which kept Peter’s head turning every couple of feet. We walked up and down the streets for a while and then headed to a restaurant that Peter’s mom had suggested. If I can avoid veggie burgers at restaurants I usually do because 9 times out of 10 it’s a frozen patty that really isn’t that good. There was plenty for me to choose from, but something was telling me to get a veggie burger, so I did, with caramelized onions and Tillamook cheddar cheese. No joke, best veggie burger I have ever had in my entire life, including ones that I’ve made from scratch. It was crunchy on the outside and flavorful and soft on the inside, but it didn’t fall apart, which is the problem I had with the ones I’ve tried to make. Every bite made me close my eyes with pleasure. If I was turned on by food, this veggie burger wouldn’t have had to try very hard to get me to go home with it. I mean, seriously.

We left after my affair with the veggie burger and walked back to the car to head home. Besides the traffic we hit, it was a pretty flawless day. I’d be happy with a couple of days like that a year, but I’ve been lucky to have far more a couple so far this year. 2014 is shaping up to be pretty amazing.

 

– S

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[038] Sleeping Fashionably

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I have a sock monkey, red and navy striped onesie that my mom and sister got me as an early Christmas present last year. I love it, a lot.

When I was living in my parent’s basement in Syracuse it was perfect. At night my dad would turn the heat way down, and because he only had the vents locked open at a small amount, it would drop down to around 60 degrees, and I would almost always certainly wake up with a cold nose. Besides the fact that I was sleeping under a minimum of 3 blankets, and my down comforter, my onesie always made sure that no skin was ever exposed, minus my head because unfortunately I don’t think onesies come with hoods. But, just like everything, there are pros and cons to a onesie…

PROS

  • It keeps everything warm, all the time.
  • Mine has pockets.
  • It reminds you of all the awesome things about being a kid.
  • There are monkeys on the feet.
  • It’s only one piece of clothing.

CONS

  • Sometimes it keeps you too warm, and you sweat…a lot.
  • When I sleep in my onesie, I’m pretty sure it shrinks and my feet feel as though they are jammed into shoes that are 2 sizes too small.
  • Since I don’t wear a bra to sleep, because that’s pure torture, when I have to pee, I feel super exposed. Maybe because I am.
  • Because it keeps you so warm, when you have to take it off, because it’s not socially acceptable to wear in public, you feel like you just stepped into the artic.
  • It does not make you look cute whatsoever.

I’d say the pros outweigh the cons, but last night when I actually took my onesie off to go to bed, it got me thinking about all the things I love about it, and what I would change, if I could. With that said, I still love my onesie.

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[036] Shams

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Something you may not know about me is that I thoroughly enjoy making my bed with freshly washed, and still-warm-out-of-the-dryer sheets. I don’t really do that on a daily basis, because it’s just not the same, but every other week…ooo boy I’m in heaven.

One of the reasons I enjoy doing this is the scent of the detergent I use (Gain Apple Mango Tango.) It makes me so happy and encourages me to wrap myself in the sheets before putting them on the bed, which I always do. Another reason making my bed brings me such joy is the way I feel getting into said bed. Everything is still tucked in where it’s supposed to be, my down comforter hasn’t inched its way towards the bottom of the bed yet, and it all smells so divine. If it’s wrong to say that I feel protected and loved by my sheets, then I don’t want to be right. I move around a lot less during that first night after making my bed. Maybe it’s because everything is still so tight and I can’t actually move, but I like to think it’s because I’m at ease and feeling rather peaceful.

Basically a freshly made bed is the best thing ever.

 

– Stephanie

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