Dress: Anthropologie Diamondflower Mini Dress - Size S
Belt: Anthropologie Looping Lanes Belt - Size M
Sandals: Steve Madden Seeri Sandals
Ring: The Limited
"That's why we share life for the happiness of being twice, half of a flawed kite." - Future Islands
I've finally gotten Internet service at the new house, so I should be posting on a more regular basis now. To those of you who I haven't offended with my bad behavior or horrible grammar, thanks for being patient with me during this move. After 2 grueling weeks of blood, sweat, and tears, the house is finally starting to look like a home, and life is beginning to return to normal.
Nothing has been easy with this house. I guess that's what you get when you buy an older home. You sacrifice modern conveniences for charm and character. First there was the stinky water and lack of hot water which turned out to be caused by the same problem: a missing part in the fuse box. Yes, you heard me right. We have fuses instead of breakers. We got some old school shit up in this house. The missing part powered the hot water heater, and no power to the hot water heater equaled cold, rotten egg smelling water. The good news was the missing part had a twin brother. The bad news was it powered the stove. So we had a choice to make, "Hot water or stove?" We chose hot water all day long. Luckily, after a week of this, we procured the missing part from a local electrician for only $15, and now we can have our hot water and bake a cake too!
Next, I discovered when trying to blow dry my hair the first morning that there were no outlets in the bathroom. I guess they didn't have a need for powered devices in the bathroom back in the 1940's. An extension cord which I ran into the hallway was my saving grace until yesterday when we had an electrician come by to update a few things. We thought it would be a simple job. Silly us, nothing is simple in this house. Everything we wanted him to do, he said, "Nope, can't do that." It's not like we were asking for cutting edge electronics here. Seriously, we couldn't get basic things like a light over the sink or a hood over the stove. Why are such simple tasks impossible in our house? Because we live in a freaking fort. The walls are a thin layer of plaster on top of concrete blocks. Every single wall in the house is like this. Great for Hurricanes, not so great for everything else. On the bright side, they were able to put an outlet in the bathroom, but it took them almost an hour just to bore through the concrete to do that.
Despite all this, I love this house. The flaws really make it endearing. I suppose that's the way I wish people would see me. I'm not some big, bad, malicious bitch. I'm just a girl who makes mistakes and doesn't always respond to people in the appropriate way. I got flaws inside and out, and I'm not afraid to show them. Just look at the back fat and crazy tan lines in that last picture up there. The back fat is courtesy of old age and 3 babies, and the tan lines are the result of doing yard work on 2 different sunny days with 2 different shirts on. I'm not trying to be perfect. I'm just trying to be me, flaws and all.