[photo shoot] the c family

I'll be brief.

Mainly because Lucy is over, it's getting dangerously close to bath time/nigh nigh, and hers and Bubba are playing a mean game of Hide n' Seek (he was told to count all the way to "one Mississippi" - seriously, where does she get this stuff? The streets, obviously, and by streets, I mean Child Prison.)

Anyhoo, I'm alone, I have five minutes, ergo, this is what you get.

I had a lovely little photo session a few nights ago with a lovely little family. The Mom, Sarah, is a friend from high school (we discussed the upcoming ten year reunion - RIP: my youth - for most of the session).

Her little Kaily is 17 months old and basically the bees knees. I loved her. And more, I loved that Lucy caught me editing a few pictures and would talk to Kaily during the edits. Not real Kaily, but Kaily's face in photoshop. Lucy thought she was, and I quote, a "total cutie pie." Again, where? Where is that from?

Photos from our family shoot.
Discover Park in Magnolia.










desk argument: Susie - 1, Chuck - 0

I am a big fan of summer Susie projects.

Chuck tries to be a big fan of summer Susie's projects, but a lot of times these projects end up being more work for him than he'd care for - he sees summer as a sabbatical. Well, too bad because I have summers off, it's all about me, and yeah, those are my reasons, sticking too it.

Now, mind you, Chuck is a big fan of Susie projects if (if) they can be completed sans his involvement. Then, I'm free to go for it.

And I have gone for it this summer.
(with only a limited amount of Chuck help, mainly when dealing with his junk and his hoarders-like tendencies.)

We have three guest bedrooms upstairs and they were looking a little, er, sad. Well, two of them were looking sad, one of them straight up looked like a scene from Hoarders.

Hoarders.
It was the dumping ground of all things "where does this go?" when we moved in and it continued two and a half years later. I can feel you judging, but I'm fine with it. We never see this room, it's at the back of the house, out of sight, out of mind.

We also, in our defense, didn't really know what to do with this room, mainly because it was being help hostage by a massive IKEA desk that we bought in 2005 when our primary computer was the 2001 Dell Desktop that Chuck got for high school graduation from his aunt and uncle (shout out to Tom and Carol: woot woot!).


Chuck is firmly convinced that we need to keep said desk. He runs through a series of arguments everytime I bring up taking it down and craiglisting it.

Argument 1: Where are you going to do work at?
Rebuttal: We haven't done "work" at that desk since 2007. We sit with our fat butts on the couch, put a computer on our laps, and watch TV during said "work" times. Also, neither of us have jobs that require a home office. Ergo, totally invalid argument.

Argument 2: I like working at the desk.
Rebuttal: See rebuttal for Argument 1. You haven't worked there since 2007, and I'm being generous with that assessment. It's more like late 2006, but let's not get hung up on semantics. Let's get hung up on Chuck holding a freaking candle for an IKEA desk.

Argument 3: Where's the Dell Desktop supposed to live?
Rebuttal: I feel like this goes without saying, but guess what year was the last year that we used the Dell Desktop? I'll give you a hint. It rhymes with schmoothousandseven. It's 10 years old and the operating system is Windows ME (as in millennium edition). Where should it live? Not in this house.

If I haven't made it clear enough, the computer desk situation has been a wedge in our marriage for at least the last year. I decided to tackle all three bedrooms this summer and that dang desk stood in the way of me completing my transformation trifecta. I finally had to call out the big guns for removal help: Chuck's Mom. I don't play the mother-in-law card too often, but I know she has my back in RTC (resistant to change) situations. I believe without her backing, the computer desk would still stand.

Instead: Victory.

Seriously, I took a victory lap around the house in celebration. This was such a big marital win for me. Such a good moment.

In other news, Chuck is selling an IKEA Mikael desk on craigslist if anyone is interested. Mention this blog post and receive a 100% discount. I want that thing gone. Yesterday.

Ok, so the desk came down: win. It opened up the whole hoarders room, thus allowing me to turn it into my craft/wrapping/Lucy's room (seriously, she says "it her room and it so beautiful" - really, Lu, for a while that room had an extra litter box in it and you think it's so beautiful. Wait til she sees the results of my work when she's here Wednesday. It's going to blow her little baby mind.)

Here's the before and after:



Mind you, the room still isn't much. I didn't want to buy art work or paint this room (lazy), so I just threw up all the pictures that used to live in my college apartment. It works.

And I have a craft/art/wrapping station now. Not that I do crafts or wrap many gifts, but this still feels right. It's the first step in my transformation into Candy Spelling.

The other bedrooms are done and much less sad now. Actually, I like them better than the master so a master redo might be next.

I forgot to take before pics so just trust me on this first one.




I took a can of spray paint and painted every nick-nack I wasn't already using in the house white. I would marry this room if legal.

The other room also had issues: the "purple" room (named after the bedspread Fe bought in 2001). This room included a bulky TV unit and a TV that wasn't even plugged in.


It was stunning.
(It looks a little sadder than normal. I'd already taken off the pillows and they really tied the whole room together.)


Now I love this room.

And I love that the dresser is a hand-me-down from Fe. It's the first piece of furniture her and PK bought when they got married. Such a win.

I did it. I did the rooms. I have literally no idea what to do for the second half of summer vacation. Those rooms went surprisingly fast and now I'm at a loss. We'll see what else I can destroy/change/redo whilst Chuck is at work.

it's really pretty sad (or SAD) at this point.

I have seasonal depression.

Let's clarify: That's a self diagnosis (I decided) and I for sure have seasonal depression (WebMD NEVER lies). Seasonal depression during December? No. Right now. Mid summer. I am and I have SAD.

The weather around here, let's just say it, has finally gotten to me. I'm going to a wedding in about an hour and bringing a jacket, possibly an umbrella, maybe a blanket and a parka. I know, that couple, they were pretty risky planning an afternoon wedding in July. Or not, because it should be LOVELY today. Lovely, I tell you.

Instead, it's 60 degrees and raining. Mid July. We had to turn the heat on in the house because it was basically at an ice box/homeless level in here.

Seattle forecast for the week, looks AMAZING.


The 6-10 day is actually more depressing.

Ok, so beggars not choosers, yeah yeah yeah, I know, but two days of 70 degree weather is not really going to cure SAD. The vitamin D content on a partly cloudy 70 degree day in Seattle just isn't going to do much for me. I'm better off popping pills from Trader Joes to get my "D". I know I should be grateful for these two glimpses, but really, they kind of tick me off. 70 degrees is May weather. It is not July weather. Boo.

I took this picture today.
It's pretty typical of every stinking jeans and a t-shirt day this summer.

No, that isn't the sky over exposed behind the tree. That's a blanket of clouds that's been raining on us all day. I'm losing my mind.

I have lived in Seattle my whole life, but this, this is the worst it's ever been. Ever.
Excuse me, but I need to go bundle up for the wedding and I'm thinking I better pull out my winter clothing box.
I'm letting out my anxiety via my art (also known as the chalk board).

there's been a death in the family. no, not really.

Ok, so that might be a tad dramatic, but still.

Big Brudder Eric called me yesterday with some horrific news. You may remember that a few months back Eric took me on an all twilight tour through his little town and it was the highlight of my 2011. Seriously. That was February. Nothing else has even come close. 2011 is not bringing it, fyi.

Well, it seems the bad vampires came back to Oregon over the weekend and burned down the Twilight prom location. Gasp. Shutter. The horror, the horror.

Ok, so maybe the vampires didn't do it so much as the electrical did, but IRregardless, it's gone and I feel a piece of Edward has died with it.

I am counting my lucky stars that at least Eddie and I got to share a dance on that hollowed Rob-touched ground before this tragedy.


I really don't feel like I'm being that dramatic.

maggie's wedding.

Last night was epic.
Epic, I tell you. So epic, I have had 2 naps today, watched two Disney movies (own it), and am popping Extra Strength Tylenol like they're Skittles. Don't judge me. Or at least, don't just me for what you think I'm referring to.

I am literally hungover from exhaustion.
Yes, that's possible. If you've never experienced it, then maybe you should try coordinating a wedding and spend 16 hours making sure the plans someone's made since they were five come to life. It's a little bit of pressure.

Seriously though, I had 7 waters (on the rocks) last night. I live on the edge.

The wedding was for Maggie and Kris.
I'm coordinating three weddings in the coming weeks and this was the first in my summer trifecta. One down, baby. (Remember, weddings are my summer job - because teaching isn't quite exhausting enough....)

It was a fabulous day for Maggie and Kris.
It was a fabulous day for their family and friends.
It was a heckuva party.

Truth be told, I'm bouts to blow you up with pictures. Why? Because my friends want to see them and this is an easier platform than facebook. I'm so exhausted right now I don't even care if you are annoyed by this or irrited with me for this. It is what it is. And it's happening.





































Happily Ever After.
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