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I finally watched The September Issue and if you get stupid excited about the 5 pound September fashion magazines like I do, you will love it! I have always enjoyed Vogue creative director Grace Coddington‘s luxe editorials but after seeing the struggle she goes through with editor Anna Wintour, I am in awe. You can watch it instantly on Netflix.

Ask and ye shall receive. I have slowly [finally grown up and] come to the realization that men are not mind readers. No way, right? It is soooo much easier to simply ask for what I want. Feeling overwhelmed with household duties? Ask him to wash the dishes. Feeling frisky? Pounce. Need some alone time? Make it happen. Want a romantic evening out? Make the reservations. Instead of building up resentment and tension, living together has become a lot easier. Showing appreciation for all the little things instead of complaining, not asking him to help with chores when he’s in the middle of something, warning him ahead of time and not springing things/requests/moods on him… these little actions have made for quite the peaceful happy home. I’m getting it all in return as well! Funny how that works out. (PS – What’s with the commercials where the woman stands there holding a full trash bag while her man is watching a game? Take the damn trash out yourself!)
Sewing machine:

It’s all about good friends dude. Seriously. This post reminds me of when Jen’s dear cat Cleo died about 10 years ago and we buried her in a friend’s back yard. Jen and I (during the grunge days) used to say we wanted Mother Love Bone’s Chloe Dancer played at our funerals but instead we burst into CLEO Dancer as we stood by her little grave and everything was okay. (Oh and I totally started boohooing for Cleo when I heard that song again.)
Sometimes you need a visual to imagine putting different colors together. For your wardrobe, your home, projects, anything… this little tool is a lot of fun!

An enviable birthday gift haul. Good grief.
More reasons why I love TJ Maxx/Marshall’s – I got this glowing blue rocks glass for the bf (last one – we keep breaking all the cool glasses), an aqua Kuhn Rikon 12″ non-stick pan (the non-stick of our old pan died), and a Kenneth Cole wallet (my old one was soooo funky) for less than $30. (Oh and an extra pair of cute pink tweezers because I have plucking problems.)

Another great artist via My Love For You… this painting is by Kristine Moran. I have this weird habit of deconstructing everything beautiful I see to assess if I could do it myself. This is completely beyond me.

Alas, I won’t be making it to New York Fashion Week this September. I told myself last year that I would go this year but it’s not in the cards/budget. To rub salt in the wound, I actually got invited to a few things this time around and didn’t even register for a press pass! Argh! I don’t like to make promises I don’t know if I can keep but I really really want to try harder to make it next year!
We have been dragging ass with some weird bug for over a week now. I feel achy, slightly feverish, eyes burning, bronchial tightness. We’ve been going to bed before 10pm most nights and have wasted 2 free weekends that could’ve been filled with fun, instead laying around doing nothing. I saw this picture on Saturday when I was feeling like crap and started laughing hysterically then started sobbing uncontrollably. Sick and tired of being sick and tired.

Dear People Who Sell Shoes Online, Please quit it with only offering whole sizes. That is so weak! I am a true-to-size 6.5. I cannot squeeze into a 6 and a size 7 will fall off my feet. You are losing out on a huge customer base and I have yet to discover what you are gaining from this nonsense. Just knock it off! Thanks, Me.

I learned this 9 months ago today and have never been more content with finding my perfect handsome nerdy match!! Love you! ;)

A few things I’ve learned from being in a relationship with a half-Korean:

Nothing is ever too spicy.
Meals should consist of a huge variety of flavors and textures.
Only FWP (fuckin’ white people) write thank you cards.
Galbi, melon bars, bulgogi, and cucumber kimchi are insanely delicious!
The house will never be clean enough when his mother comes to visit, so you may as well tell her you didn’t clean so she’ll think you’re exceptionally tidy.

A few things he has learned from being in a relationship with a half-Serbian:

Lots of black eyeliner is completely normal for daytime.
Gypsy curses are serious business! Pew pew pew!
Chevapchichis (seasoned meatballs on the grill), and roasted garlicky banana peppers are delicious!
There is a reason I am so diligent about plucking my eyebrows.
The Serbian female singers I grew up listening to sound oddly similar to Gloria Estefan, which may explain my burning desire to learn salsa dancing.

Some things we definitely agree on:

You can’t leave your parents’ homes without taking a ton of food with you.
No matter how thin you are, his family will always say you’re fat and mine will always say you’re skinny – and both will make you eat a lot.
What’s up with all the hot peppers?
Garlic kisses are completely acceptable.
Our families act insane at funerals.
Vegetable gardens are serious business.
Our American parents have cursed us with the ginger gene.
With our combined nerd knowledge, we could survive a zombie attack with little effort.
Our parents are still married, setting a good example of devotion (and patience).
Corporal punishment was normal growing up.
Our foreign parents have a strong distaste for all things socialist but both think Europe is better than America.
Outdoor shoes (namely clogs) are always left at the back door.
There is always some strange old-fashioned poultice of herbs, oils, hot pepper, fat and garlic to put on any ache, pain, cut or burn.
Our foreign parents are full of childhood stories of struggle, heartbreak, and appreciation for the little things, oh and cowboy hats.
You always send denim jeans to family in the motherland.
Everything causes cancer.
Falling asleep and waking up in one another’s arms is the best feeling in the world.

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