a stitch in time.

There are moments, of course, when the grave importance of what we are about to enter into resonates in me with a profound gratitude. Most of the time, unfortunately, the daily management of details wins out over the mystery of love forevermore.
– Pinkofperfection.com

This week has been full of a lot of Dr. Mario, cleaning, Wii Fit Plus, laughing ’til I cry at work, and kitten-wrangling.  And last-minute things, which touch even me.  Yes, even me.  Ice: something that needs to be present at the wedding, in mass quantity, but NOT melted.  Scary stuff.  That wasn’t on any of the wedding checklists I looked at.  But I guess most people can afford to hire someone to think of these things for them.

Tonight Dan’s parents and brother get into town and are staying with us for a few days, so the fun is officially beginning and the preparations are officially over.  I love when Dan’s parents visit.  Let the museum trips, porch hangouts, and beer cans piling up begin!

In other news, I think we’ve decided on the name of “Gozer” for our little white kitten.  Because she’s hot stuff, but she’s evil.

LINKS — I HAS DEM:

• Well, I’ve been saying this all along.
• RVANews was…on the news!  Famous, famous.  Check it out here.
• WANT.
• And because I’m not quite done with Star Wars yet and never will be, pizza WIN!
• This is awesome…I’d really like to see more regular people in magazines.
• Poe wins.
• Loving the Smiths cross-stitches.
• I adore Advanced Style and I want to be like this lady when I grow up. The end.
• Last-minute Halloween costume?  Now you have no excuse.
• Dudes, this is an awesome trick-or-treating idea.  WHO’S WITH ME?!  Next year though.
• Still not quite sure who this “Kanye” is, but found this funny anyway.

And finally, some amazing color combinations to make a bride second-guess her own choices…from Little White Book.

be nice to me.

Yesterday was a rather ridiculous day for several reasons: frustrations with getting itunes to recognize songs flagged as “Audiobooks” as such, early morning stomachache, forgetting to make a lunch for myself before leaving the house, wearing tights that were too loosely-woven to withstand the biting winter wind, and having a paper jam waiting for me as soon as I arrived at the office.  And this was all before 8:30am. 

Of course I busied myself with repeating the “keep calm and carry on” mantra, which in a nutshell summarizes my desire not to be concerned with silly daily things that I won’t remember in two weeks.  It worked, and my day was not so awful as it could have been in the end. But one thing that made me really sad was that I tried to donate blood, and was rejected because my hemoglobin was too low.  I think this is the same reason I was rejected my senior year of high school.  I was looking forward to the positive energy, as the hippies call it, from giving something back to the – er – community, and reading an issue or two of ReadyMade, but I was foiled because of something called hemoglobin.  Drat.  I guess if it’s still too low after all these years, I’m just doomed not to donate blood.  The sad part is that I work my tail out at the gym way more and eat way more healthily than probably anybody else donating there yesterday.  Hopefully I’m not too terribly anemic, but I will say that I’m always way colder than everyone else, especially in my extremities.  The blood bank lady was rubbing my hands trying to warm them up and get the blood circulating.  Kind of depressing.  Wikipedia says that a symptom of anemia is pallor.  Quelle surprise!  Possible causes include malnutrition, but the bags and bags of steamed veggies we’ve been eating for dinner beg to differ.  Oh well.  At least it’s kind of a goth-y problem.  Points to me! 

So the blood bank ladies made me take a t-shirt anyway, but I didn’t get to wear one of those nice red heart-shaped stickers that say “Be nice to me.  I gave blood today.”  Mostly people were nice to me anyway, so that’s good.  Someone should make me a button that says “Be nice to me.  I’m too anemic to give blood.” 

Yesterday was also mine and Dan’s 6monthiversary, which we celebrated by dinner at Edo’s and then wine at home while showing each other new music on our ipods.  The perfect evening, which certainly made up for my off-kilter day.  We have such a blast doing the most mundane things.  It’s crazy to think that just six months ago we started dating, because it feels like years.  As of yet there are zero fights to report, and the proverbial “honeymoon period” seems to extend and extend into infinity, even though we keep saying “well the reality is that eventually we’re bound to find something we don’t like about each other, and that it’ll culminate in trouble.”  So far, no trouble.  I’m the most thankful person in the world for being given the kind of guy who doesn’t add drama, insecurity, doubt, manipulation, and difficulty to life.  Rather, he minimizes those things.  He is wonderful. 

Every relationship eventually has to suffer the slings and arrows of the world, and I guess it’s a combination of a lot of things that determines whether you’ll “make it” or not.  We’ve talked about this before; it drives me crazy that there’s no set formula for it.  But I think that some are just naturally resistant than others to changing tides, and a full six months with zero fights is a better start than most people get.  We have been very blessed. 

This weekend Dan got tattooed (a very sweet gift from his bf Fred), we did some hanging out in Petersburg and at my parents’, and went on an antique-riddled adventure ending up somewhere way north of the city.  If you ever have a full tank of gas and nothing else to do, seriously just go out and drive down some crazy country roads and see what you find.  I love Virginia.  Also this week I dressed up a bulletin board.  If you ever want to rid yourself of the color brown, fabric works very nicely at covering it the heck up. 

Links:

• Richmond Craft Mafia points out that there’s a new “shop local” tool on Etsy.  Use it!  Also, anybody going to the craft social on Feb. 10?  Let me know; I might be down.
• Extinct / weird.  Extinct = weird.
• The Lady of the Manners nails it once again.  Precisely my reaction.
• Another Star Wars-licious lolcat.  I couldn’t resist.
• I love this girl’s blog, and even though it’s mostly about everyday stuff, I enjoy reading it a lot.  Anyway I was recently talking about purchasing a minivan being equal to effectively ruining your own life, arriving at the conclusion that station wagons are the only acceptable family-targeted vehicle.  I feel the same way she does about vintage ones.
• Brandt, whom we met at Cornerstone this summer, was in Relevant!  Congrats, Brandt.
• Bleak House is finally on Librivox!  READ IMMEDIATELY if you have not already.
• Yikes!  Strangely reminiscent of my good friend the Scarecrow.
• This about sums up how I feel about Maxim.
• In case you hadn’t heard, the Braves are out.  Not that big of a deal, but I will miss my yearly trek to the Diamond, with all of its hot dogs and umpire harassment.
• The possibility of light rail for Richmond is one that is way too exciting to let myself get too hyped about.  But holy smokes, that would rule!

apis mellifera

 

Busy.  Why is that the word that describes my life right now?  So perfectly, so correctly.  Even epic events and delightful parties are reduced to items on a checklist of doom.  This checklist is so long that it stretches way up into the heavens, disappearing into the clouds with a glint of finality.  Where does the time go?  This week a feeling of hopelessness set in, at being perpetually buried under my to-do list without ever making any progress.  And after hopelessness follows depression and irritability.  Not in my perfect life, dangit.  So we go to the drawing board, and we evaluate.  This is a simple human survival skill that I think not enough people possess, and thank goodness I do.

I think it boils down to two major factors:

1. It’s Christmastime.  Last year around this time I was hyperventilating over the number of Christmas parties I had to go to, freaking out over my gift list, and just losing my mind in general.  This year is no exception, and I need to remember that every time my mind starts to scramble around December 10th.  There is too much going on.  You need to stop, breathe, and just separate things into two piles: things you can say “no” to, and things you have to do.  For the things you have to do that remain, you have to put your head down and plow through them like a good American princess.  K thx bai.
2. Boyfriend a-go-go.   The boyfriend has proven to be an excellent helper, and together we plow through to-do lists and events way better than solo Tess.  But no matter how much you love a person, you still need several hours of pure, unadulterated alone time per week.  I’ve been neglecting this lately due to sheer love for this amazing person and inability to turn my gaze elsewhere, but total silence and solitude for a few hours (I’m accomplishing this right now, even as we speak) is therapeutic.  It’s amazing how much I’ve grown to love being alone during the past several years, when I used to hate it so much.  Aloneness is the voice of reason.  It gives you back your sanity.  I shall cherish it and give it its proper time now and forevermore, amen.

In short, things have been insane.  I guess some of the major contributors have been work, Christmas shopping, and planning an amazing New Year’s Eve party.  I have had to sanction this lovely Wednesday night just for the purpose of catching up on the normal things I would do during a given week, if it weren’t for all of this stuff that’s been going on.

Mostly though, it’s hard to complain when you’ve been busy having FUN times one million this whole time.  I have posted many pictures depicting all this fun, of course.

• I finally uploaded some videos that have been hanging around on my camera of Megadeth, as well as new ones of Action Patrol.  Check it out.
• Daron was in town last week, and as usual did not disappoint.  I only got to see him a little bit, but of course I should have known there was a hidden bender in there somewhere.  Life doesn’t get any better than talking about life over wine, dinner, and whiskey with your two favorite males in the universe.
• Last weekend was amazing.  I blogged in way more detail about my fun doing Williamsburg holiday stuff, and Court End Christmas, over at the Midnight Society blog.  History and Christmas, and history and Christmas.  I am the luckiest history geek in the universe, living here in the sweet sweet capital city.  On my tombstone I want the following inscription: “Wife of Thomas Jefferson.  Secret lover of George Washington.  Crushed on the Marquis de Lafayette for a hot sec, too.”  For some reason, I’m into powdered wigs right now.
• Last night: Rad indoor bbq at Kelsey / Noel / Liana’s house.  I love WELC.  Afterwards, Silent Music Revival!  I adore Jameson Price and his harebrained ideas.
• Today Dan and I walked over to the Library of Virginia to see the “Myth and Memory” exhibit, which I also blogged about over at the Midnight Society blog.  Awesome.

I am seriously racing against time, here.  Tonight is a microcosm of my life.  After getting home a little after 5pm, I knew I only had a few hours to be productive before I would have to go to bed in order to be coherent at work tomorrow.  This didn’t give me long to finish addressing some party invites, answering some emails, reading some feeds, editing photos, uploading photos, hurriedly eating some soup, blogging twice for Midnight Society, and finally blogging once here.  I shall pray for serenity and continue with the ever-expected links.

• Led Zeppelin played in London, and you missed it.  You miserable, non-European-traveling clodhopper!  Don’t worry, I missed it too.  Back to the ipod it is.  But seriously, this has been on my wishlist forever.
• You can’t say I didn’t call it.  SW / HP comparison chart, right here for your comparison pleasure.
• Decor8 had a piece about Rachel Ashwell, and I freaked out over those vintage prom dresses she’s making over.  What a simple idea!  I can’t believe I never thought of just chopping off the whole top.
• Speaking of Decor8, they’ve got a discount right now over at Dejarnette New Orleans jewelry.  Gorgeous stuff.
• WHY did Threadbanger write this post about me?
• Vegetarian restaurants featured in Style Weekly.  The usual suspects, with some surprises thrown in.
• Jaime also posted some photos from the weekend of doom a couple of weekends ago.  Enjoy; there are some seriously cute ones in there.  I think this one pretty much sums it all up.
• Holy amazing clothes, Batman.
• Miyamoto reigns supreme, once again.
• VERY excited about this: Flickr’s new online photo editor.  Gets rid of red-eye quick as a snap.  I am thankful, I am thankful.
• Please check out Chris Lacroix’ amazing pictures of the Action Patrol show.  Good grief.
• P.S. DIY historical marker.  Do it.

Aiight, that is all.  Squeaking in at just before 9pm, I am reading to paint some fingernails and call it a night.  Dear Wednesday, I love you.  Love, me.  Off to the delicious calm of having a diminished to-do list.

hand-power and awkwardness

Attn: old-school Richmonders. Here goes your adolescence. The place where I got my first hair dyes and pyramid-spiked belts gets bulldozed.  I suppose cities have to grow and change, but I don’t like to dwell on it.  I also don’t much like change.

Before I get any farther into this blog and you get any farther into your day, check out Mandy’s flickr.  She’s been posting some amazing photos lately, some of which are super old.  Especially check out the 1999-2001 set, which I’ve titled “when she was goth.”  Also don’t miss out on the update to that set, which I like to call “that one time when Joey bought a hearse.”  I love Mandy.

I’ve been so tired all week that even going to bed at a decent hour last night didn’t help much. After that crazy weekend, I still continued it on Monday night (quite against better judgment). We had Daron over for a dinner of barbecued chicken, creamed corn salad with chevre, and roasted string beans. The power went out on our block, and after sweltering for a while on the back porch, we decided to head to the bowling alley. I’ve only bowled like four times in my life, so I’m awful, and you can imagine how my talents intensify on a diet of bowling alley beer. It was a sordid affair on all accounts, I think, but some of the most fun I’ve ever had as well. Our raucous blend of dancing, singing, high-fiving, clapping, gutterballing fun made us fit right in with the frat boys that frequent the bowling alley on a Monday night. When I got home the power was back on so I was able to get to sleep in relative comfort, but my stomach was killing me again from laughing so hard.

Last night I was determined to have an infinitely more chill evening, and was finally successful. Cleaned up our dinner mess from Monday, did some sewing (finished a dress!) while watching Interview With the Vampire amidst the usual inadvertent exclamations of “hot damn!” due to pale guys wearing satin, and headed to Prabir’s with Talia for a little bit. There we had good conversation and some chips and salsa, and all was right with the world. To bed well before midnight, and at least a tiny bit repaired today.

But now on to more important things…the links that have been piling up.

• Tetris, but IRL! The apocalypse is nigh! Talk about the perfect birthday gift.
• Finally, the Celluloid Pantry recognizes one of my favorite scenes of all time.
• Nicole has been blogging! In particular, I’m excited that she went on one of my favorite trips, the Savannah – Charleston route. I love seeing people get as into Savannah as I am. Sadly, they didn’t like Charleston, which I also love (the cemeteries there are better), but there is definitely a difference. Also, the photos of the place she’ll be at in Japan are beautiful.
• Looks like Maddie needs to save up $328.
• Tatooine vacation?!!! Don’t tease me.
• Almitra finally did some photoblogging. Excellent (and very telling, no doubt) photos of the girl who’s always the life of the party.
• Bubble wrap simulator = need or want? NEED, definitely.
• I have this cookbook, of course. “You can always tell a lady by the way she eats in front of people – like a bird.” As outdated as the statement is, guess what? It’s still true. Nobody but Ashley Wilkes likes to see a girl with a healthy appetite, and let’s face it. He’s not the right guy for you anyway.
• I’ve been digging the zombie-themed stuff at Folded Pigs Porcelain.
• Also, just my steez: beautiful but too-expensive stuff at Louise Black Designs.
• Another reason for not understanding why everyone else isn’t obsessed with exploring abandoned buildings. The romance. In fact, check out the whole set.
• Liza Kate’s photos and determination to have this summer “rule her life” have been inspiring me lately.
• Kind of the best rug I’ve ever seen. This needs to replace the red shag rug upstairs.
• The perfect table umbrella. Except for the fact that it lets light through. That is bad.
• Eek! A new magazine dedicated to what I’d rather do than almost anything else: Organize. Psst, David: we are so organizing stuff when you get here. I’ve been saving some disorderly cabinets. Check it out; you can even thumb through the first issue online or download a PDF.
• Old barns! Another favorite thing about driving around in the country.
• Next audio book to tackle: The Autobiography of Benjamin Franklin.
• And speaking of that guy…
• NYC introducing free wifi in parks! Good news. Promising news.
• To David again: holy air guitar, Batman!
• Most of the time I just post this stuff from Appalachian History over on the Midnight Society page, but this was too quotable to be left out of my regular blog.