Today, I’m wearing yellow pants.
Wait, before you judge me, I know what you’re thinking…You’re totally picturing me wearing hideous banana yellow trousers, aren’t you? It’s okay. I don’t blame you. When I hear yellow pants, I immediately picture double pleated trousers that my Nana might have worn. These pants are awesomely spring, sorbet yellow, skinny jeans that I bought impulsively last night, because shopping seemed easier than writing.
If you know me, you know that I must have been desperate. Writing comes so easily, but shopping? Oh, dear. Shopping is NEVER easy for me, because I don’t necessarily enjoy shopping the way most girls do. I’m not kidding, check out my “about me” section and you’ll read that I prefer a flannel to a plunging neckline. Case and point.
It’s not that I don’t like buying new things…it’s just that…it takes so much time! If I don’t know exactly what I’m looking for, it could take hours and there’s a good possibility that I’ll walk out of the 10th store empty handed. I end up wasting a day trying on clothes I don’t actually want or need.
Yesterday, I bought sorbet yellow pants, and today…I’m wearing them.
Maybe these pants are all I needed, because I’m writing, and everything is good again.
Apocalypse prevented. You’re welcome world.
I wish a writer’s block deterrence button existed. I wish it was like getting a headache. If you see it coming, and can consume a bottle of water, food, and a Tylenol, in most cases it can be prevented. That is not how writer’s block works. Writer’s block blindsides you. It takes you captive, and leaves no prisoners. Nothing left behind, not even a straggling idea of what to write. I usually get writer’s block for one reason and one reason only, exhaustion.
I mean it. I apologize to anyone out there who suffers from writer’s block regularly, and coming up with writing material seems taxing, but it’s so easy for me. Perhaps I’ve just experienced enough wildly embarrassing situations in my life, that if all else fails, I can revert to self humiliation.
Apparently this is what happens when I get writer’s block:
I’ve had an INSANELY busy two weeks. I mean, brain popping out of my head and onto my pillow during the night, busy. Luckily, it was not in vain, because I was extremely productive. I took a two day vacation from writing, because I’ve been consumed by paper, pens, and keyboards for the last two weeks and my fingers were bound to disassemble. To prevent completely discombobulating, I needed a break. Last night, when I returned home from work, I shamelessly put on my pajamas at 5pm, turned off my phone, left my computer in my bedroom, curled on the couch in fetal position, and watched American Idol with a cup of tea. Do I sound like your mother? If the answer to that question is yes, then your mom probably rocks, and we should be friends.
Part of my chaotic few weeks has involved collaborating with other bloggers, photographers, and websites.
On Monday, a photo I shot, while photographing a rugby game in Ireland, was published on a photography contest’s website. You can check out my photo published on Photolord HERE
Today, a humorous piece I wrote for AimingLow has been featured and published on their website. If you don’t get enough humorous self deprecation here on my blog, you can check out my published piece titled “Finding My Way,” HERE
This coming Tuesday, a travel piece I wrote will be featured over at EmmyJuneBornInMay for her Tuesday Travel Diaries, so stay tuned!
The busyness will ensue, because I have a To Do list longer than the red carpet, but not quite as fancy, and on my red carpet I’m wearing yellow pants. I’ve been tearing apart my apartment like a madwoman to find a suitable writing set up, and my apartment has been in shambles for the last three days. Blake was amazing and bought me a writing desk for my birthday, and fitting it in took some serious rearranging. There is a side table in our kitchen and I’ve moved our bookcase three times. It’s like a bad game of furniture musical chairs. That, combined with all of the spring weather we’ve been having, and I’m motivated to start getting creative with our living room space.
I’m reminiscent of the fall when my Saturday afternoons were spent hauling thrift store finds into my tiny black escort, in hopes of sanding, priming, and spray painting them hours later. The more the sun shines, the more snow that melts, the more excited I become to pick up where I left off.
I will leave you now with a few furniture makeovers that I finished last autumn. I didn’t know at that point that I would be blogging five months later; otherwise I would have taken better step by step pictures of them. The before and after shots still show some pretty sweet alterations. In a few of my upcoming projects, I promise to take step by step pictures followed by instructions in case you have the urge to be asphyxiated by spray paint, saw dust, and varnish. If you DO have any questions regarding technique or you would like instructions, feel free to ask!
I hope everyone has a fantastic Friday! Now go out and buy yourself a pair of sunshine yellow pants.