Hello, friends. As you’ve probably noticed, it’s been awhile since I’ve posted.
But this isn’t a “Hey, I have a billion excuses for not posting” post. I hate those.
Rather, this is a “Goodbye for Now” post. I wanted to explain a bit about why I’m stepping away from Word Martinis and tell you where you can find me going forward.
I lost enthusiasm for this blog awhile ago. It was fun, but the tone became less and less reflective of who I want to be and the voice I want to project. On a personal and professional level, it became clear that the right thing for me to do was step back from this blog and start a new one from the ground up. I can’t thank each of you enough for subscribing here, though. Your support has always meant a lot to me.
I’ve therefore launched a new blog. It will have the things that I liked about Word Martinis…a bit of sarcasm, an honesty about my life, and hopefully a lot of laughter.
It will add in DIY projects. More about my writing journey. Language I feel a bit more comfortable with sharing with a wide audience. (PG-13, I’m afraid.) And best of all, more regular posts. The new blog is The Restarter Home, and it’s going to share our journey as we remodel a home, and share the triumphs and sure tragedies of the life we will live there. The site is under construction, but I’ve begun posting, so I would love it if you’d stop by. I’d love it even more if you subscribe and leave a comment!
Thank you again so much for your kind comments here and your support of my writing. You all meant a lot to me, and I hope to see you on the new blog!
Okay, I’m not totally famous. Not like a Kardashian.
(I hate myself a little right now.)
Remember how I had the honor/privilege/awesome opportunity to be in my cousin Katie’s wedding in Chicago this summer? It was such a wonderful event, and it’s featured on Style Me Pretty today! Be sure to pop on over and check it out! (I’m the Matron of Honor and on the far left…the one who looks like she just had a baby.) Isn’t Katie stunning??
Hooray for marriage!
You guys make me chuckle. It’s funny to me how many of you direct messaged me or even texted me with your answer. Comment stage fright?
I’m evidently more predictable than I thought I was. That said, the only official (as official as our unofficial game gets, anyways) winner was…
1.) I expected this to throw people off, as I’m such a book addict. I myself am surprised that I haven’t devoured the series. Why haven’t I? I don’t like reading a series until they’re all published. There’s nothing worse for me than a cliffhanger that drags out for years, and nothing more satisfying that finishing an amazing book and being able to shift straight from the cliffhanger to the next installment. Now that they’re all published, I just haven’t gotten around to it yet. But I’m really looking forward to the read.
2.) I did row crew! Quite badly, at Berry College my sophomore year. It was a ton of fun and I’m glad for the experience. I have photographic evidence of this, but only a hard copy snapshot, and I couldn’t upload it this morning. My scanner now joins the ranks of the electronic devices that are smarter than me.
3.) Who is Gilbert Blythe???? Maybe it’s my red hair, but I I always thought that deep down, I was Anne Shirley of Anne of Green Gables, and I was smitten from the time he first tugged on her pigtails. Ah, puppy love.
Thanks to all for playing, and congratulations, Mel! You have my permission to abuse your bragging rights. I especially encourage the use of the word “Booya!”
Happy weekend, readers!
Just for funsies as I’m trolling the blogosphere this morning. Guess which one I’m being untruthful about:
- I have read all of the Harry Potter books. 1.5 times.
- I rowed crew in college.
- My first literary crush was Gilbert Blythe.
Subtitle: Or the most manipulative. One of those. Maybe both.
The Husband and I will be renovating a house early next year, and I’m sure you’ll be hearing all about the projects and DIY
disasters accomplishments. I lurve stuff like that. Almost as much as I love books. Or Mumford and Sons. Or Chris Thile. Almost.
It’s a smaller and older home, so naturally it has itsybitsy closets. I have a grand plan for how to create a larger master closet, for the small sacrifice of some square footage in The Boy’s room. And before you think I’m going Carrie Bradshaw on you, let me clarify that “larger” will barely qualify as a respectable shoebox.
In a burst of impressive manly inspiration, The Husband declared his intention to tackle Project Closet himself. He referenced a carpentry book and used fancy words like “Stud Finder” and “Bracing” that made me think that he may actually be capable of pulling this off. (Not that I ever doubted you, babe. Really.) I get excited when I think we can do something DIY, because DIY is fun to me, and even though it rarely works out this way, what I hear is “Cheaper.” (Before you think, “‘Cheaper? That sounds really responsible. It’s like I don’t even know you, Colleen!” just chiiiill.)
When I save money on something like a pimped-out closet, I should think:
Wahooo! I can put that extra cash in my 401k!
But what I really think is:
Wahooo! Show Momma the POTTERY BARN!
At least I’m honest.
After last night’s conversation about
my our new closet, The Husband texted me this morning and said:
“If I’m going to be doing projects like this, I think I need a truck.”
To which I replied:
“I think you’re right.”
That response? Proves I’m the world’s coolest wife.
To recap: I’m getting a new closet and possibly a Pottery Barn out of this deal. But I agreed, no questions asked, that he could get a truck. Which means that he owes me. Score! Wait…I mean…we aren’t keeping score. *cough*
Also: I know some of you are thinking, hey, Writer Math aside, a new truck would blow any budget, but watch this: He’s gonna sell his current Toyota Avalon and buy a used truck. Don’t ask me year, make or model. That’s not my department. So the truck will essentially be free.
Which may mean we also need to show Momma the Ann Taylor catalogue.
PS-Interested in hearing about some of my summer shenanigans? Check out this post on The Momtourage about my cousin Katie’s bachelorette party in Chicago!
I think that sometimes God lets us make mistakes simply so we can help others avoid the same ones. In that spirit — and really, just because it was pretty funny — I offer you the following advice:
If you have a son.
And you decide to let him wear an older sibling’s T-shirt to bed.
And this T-shirt is long enough to cover his chunky little heiney.
And you put it on before you diaper said heiney.
Don’t forget that his hidden heiney is, in fact, still bare, and that your floor has zero protection from his, ahem, emissions.
Remember to revisit the situation BEFORE he has a sippy cup of milk.
If you DON’T heed my superply sage advice, keep the paper towels on hand. Approximately half a roll, in case you were wondering. It was a big sippy cup.
You can thank me later.
I’m a big fan of sales websites…I will admit to not having actually purchased anything from Groupon (yet) (sorry), but my heart goes pitter patter when I get the day’s email from Zulily. Or ideeli. Or Totsy. I may have a problem. Or rather, my husband may. What?
I actually had a purchase arrive from Totsy today. (A fabulous cowl neck sweater in “Oatmeal,” thankyouverymuch. You’ll be seeing it before the week’s up.) I’ve never paid too much attention to Totsy’s packaging insert before, but today I was bored and scanned the back of it. (I was folding laundry. Don’t judge me.)
On the back of it was the following: “We plant one tree in honor of your child when you make your 1st purchase!”
Nice! This made me feel all warm and fuzzy. There’s a tree! In honor of my child! But wait, which child? Do I have to choose? They don’t say they can share. But maybe they can timeshare this tree. Not that I even know where it is.
Bizarre neurotic processing aside, I was feeling good about myself, knowing that my shopping is actually good for the environment, which cancels out what it does to my husband’s blood pressure. (Booya, babe!) (And by that I meanIloveyouthanksforthecowlneck.)
Then I read in smaller text:
“And, every time you shop with us — we’ll keep it watered for you!”
Errr…is it just me, or did they just threaten to let the tree they planted in honor of MY CHILD die of thirst unless I shop with them regularly? Now I’m picturing my tree, withering and choking, with Totsy’s heavies pacing in front of it, taunting it with a garden hose. “You want a drink? I bet you do. Maybe your Mom should make a purchase, then. Unless she just doesn’t LOVE you.” (What? You were totally picturing that too…right?)
It kind of worked, though, because I felt all guilty and actually went to their website just because I had Totsy on the brain.
Then I realized that they probably weren’t threatening my tree, and maybe they water them whenever anyone shops, which is way more likely than the water torture scenario.
I wonder if they’re hiring someone to write their copy. Cause I could totally do passive aggressive threats in writing. Not that I do that.
But I could.
In other news, I’m considering planting a tree for new subscribers. I’ll even water it each time you visit. But given my track record with houseplants…probably not so much.