1.2.3. SCREAAAM

This was Friday night. The Dickens played at the Hams by my house, so our attendance was a must. My favorite kinds of pictures are the ones where you're caught doing something stupid in the backgrounds. This is a perfect example. Don't ask me what we were so surprised by.. i haven't a clue.

Tales of a re-decorator.

Meet my new curtains and art above the fireplace. Makes it feel much more homey-er.. and not to mention, blocks out the peeping Tom's from across the way.

Radio

Yes, I JUST heard this conversation through the wall from our IT department.

L: I don't know how i'm gonna get it in.
D: Well did you try jamming in the floppy?
L: Yeah, maybe if I jam it in harder.
D: It's gonna be a tight fit.

Inappropriate ? Completely. Hilarious? I think so.

Earrings

I'm on the hunt for some new eclectic earrings. I've been lusting after Aria's (from pretty little Liars... don't hate) jewelry collection. She always manages to rock these HUGE earrings and not look like a hooker. Yep, that's definitely the look i'm going for, more bold, less streetwalker. Let me know if you know of anywhere I might find some that are not as cheap-o as forever 21 but quite less than these faboosh pair from Anthropologie ($158.)

Rollin' in the Deep

I am like completely obsessed with Adele. The kind of obsessed where I play the same song over and over again. Can't wait for her new album at the end of February, because something tells me this one might be completely worn out by then.

To clog or not to clog?

Is it weird that I find these totally cute? I never really thought i'd jump on board the clog-wagon, but I don't hate these. What do you think? Friend or foe?

When optimism outweighs caution

There are times when Hindsight really is 20/20. And last night might just have been one of those nights. However, if you don't risk things sometimes, then you often miss out on some pretty exciting experiences. Now i'm not saying i'm holding my breath for a happy ending, but every now and then, it is okay to be optimistic rather than assume things are going to fall apart. Yep, We'll go with that.

Tomorrow might be another story. But today? Definite Optimism.

Another vent. Sorry.

It has come to my attention that I must have a sign hidden somewhere on me that says "Please tell me lies and no matter what, DO NOT FOLLOW THROUGH ON ANYTHING." It's a long sign.. must be in small print.

No, seriously. I'm not that girl that complains about being single.. or has ever had a hard time with it. But I. Swear. it has been nothing but straight bull shit for the past year... scratch that.. 10 years of my dating life...ahem, lack thereof. But this is getting ridic. I know, I know. "Mr Right" is probably just around the corner. But honestly I'll take "Mr Right Now" over "Mr NO show" anyday.

Love some Etsy

Just ordered this cute camera strap cover.. it even has a nifty little pocket to hold my lens cap! Yes, I could probably make this myself, but I'm not too handy on a sewing machine. Thanks, Etsy! Although- I am definitely going to put some old scrunchies to use and attempt these cute lens friends...

Please excuse me while I vent...

You know what makes me sick to my stomach? Like, literally, want-to-vomit-on-someones-shoes sick? Liars. That's what.

I'd like to say that i'm completely shocked by some recent news- but to be honest, I'm not surprised. And I should have seen it coming. Once a D-bag, always a D-bag. But I am cringing at the thought that the last two years could have been REALLY different if it weren't for some story telling. You wanna see crazy? I'll give you crazy... in a very sophisticated way. I am a lady of course.. well, um... a lady who once fell for a jackass. Karma will get you. Just wait.

Who you are vs. who you used to be.

As i'm embarking on four years out of college, it hit me. Somewhere along the way, in between job hopping, apartment hopping, guy hopping and even friend hopping, you kind of become, well, an adult.

In college, I couldn't wait to graduate.. to hit the ground running. Because, after all, I was headed to Chicago to be a big time designer. Now? I work in radio and signed my life away to a mortgage. Well, the next 30 years anyway.

I've always claimed to be a free spirit. I was the go-with-the-flow-up-for-anything friend. I didn't argue, and I certainly didn't stick up for myself. Now? I have to be in control. at. all. times. I am a worry wart and having a unorganized plan may as well be no plan at all.

I used to love being single. Who needed all that couple drama? Now? I loathe the single life. and I have come to the conclusion that I love, love. And most likely have imagined this fairy tale of what is to come for me- when in reality, it's quite possible i'm going end up single at 40.

I was the girl who walked up hill to class in 4 inch heels. I couldn't imagine going out with anything but. Now? You'll most likely find me in flats. Flats of any kind.. boots, ballets, sandals.. anything without a heel has my name written all over it.

At the end of the day... this is me at 25. and at 30? Who knows. Though, one thing i'm sure of....it can only get better from here.

Next Tuesday...

I've decided it's a new year and I'm ready for a new 'do. These bangs are a must. Color? Not as much, however, I am going to add in some red. OH, and mosey my way back into blond territory. Get this mousy brown outta here!

2010 at a glance

1/1/11 seemed like a good day to finally update my blog. 2010 was a good year. A HUGE year actually. This is where I'm going to jumble thoughts together to sum it all up. Here goes:

I got a camera for Christmas. I used that camera to start a photography business. Follow Your Bliss was born. I put an offer on a condo. I waited five months to finally close on that condo. I moved in. I painted every wall. I made it my own. I had a housewarming party. I turned 25. I attended 4 weddings. I was a maid of honor. I watched my best friend sing Journey in her wedding dress. My nephew turned two. I dated a douchebag. I went to my first fair. I ate a fried oreo. I stopped talking to said douchebag. My sister turned 30, my mom 50. I spent a week on the beach. I became a brunette. I paid off my credit cards. I paid off my camera. I bought a Mac. I became a Mac snob. I shot two weddings. I saw Dave Matthews in concert...again. I got my first speeding ticket. I got my first speeding ticket dropped. I got promoted. I started a cupcake business. I ended a cupcake business. I made friends and I lost friends. I spent New Years Eve in a basement. I got stood up. I lost hope in love. I lost a friend to cancer. I decided to try online dating. I went on blind dates. I decided I hate said online dating. I grew my hair out. I repainted walls. I moved furniture around on a monthly basis. I got on stage to intro a band..alone. I had to stop being on air. I was dubbed "Bliss the Bounty Hunter." I learned that my first love was becoming a dad. I met more famous people. I hit a wall in the Simon truck. I experienced a white Christmas. I got to play in the snow with my nephew. I realized that coworkers can be best friends and best friends from college can become acquaintances. I realized that I have it more together than most people give me credit for. I was late to work everyday but never missed the previews to a movie. I was put on adderall and realized that college could have been different had I been diagnosed earlier. I learned that I can do anything, just not everything.