Homeward Bound

Yesterday we tried to have a picnic.  I wasn’t feeling well, so when John sent me inside the grocery store to get the lunch supplies, I came out with a bag of Goldfish and 2 fashion magazines.  That is, once I got past the blockade mulling about the store entrance.  What is it about automatic doors that makes people decide “Yes. YES. This is exactly where I want to stand to have a conversation. This is it.”  We drove up into the mountains, where John had been biking a few days before and discovered a field he thought would be perfect.  Could he remember how to get there?  No, but he wasn’t going to let that stop him.  We drove for 45 minutes on a kidney-pummeling rocky dirt road, through 6 different herds of cattle, and got to what I thought was our destination when I was informed that we had to hike the rest of the way.  Angry silence followed.

We laid out our blanket, which John immediately spilled his entire beer all over, and starting shoveling Goldfish in our mouths just as the skies opened up and it began to pour.

“I fucking hate this place,” is what I believe I mumbled at that point, with a wad of goldfish still in my mouth.

It’s a good thing we’re moving back to Boston next month.

Back in February, John started looking into jobs with the FDA.  It was an absolute long shot that 1) he would be able to transfer out of Taos this year, as his contract isn’t up until next and 2) that a position in Boston would be available.  Granted, it did take 6 months for everything to work out, but work out it did.  He got the position, in Boston, and was able to leave Taos early.  On top of that, our renter in our condo in Boston has decided to move out, just in time for us to move back in next month.

I don’t really hate it here – well, I don’t hate everything here, I’ll say that much.  I think what I was feeling on our failed picnic is a bit of senioritis.  The end is in sight, and now it just feels like the long slog to reach it.  In truth, I had hoped that we would be able to move around a bit more before we could get back to Boston.  It would have been fun to live in California, or the beautiful Pacific Northwest, or Washington DC.  But Boston is home, and when the option to go home is on the table and you don’t know if you’ll get another chance, you take it. For obvious reasons, I’m thrilled about this. It means I don’t have to make a 12 hour trip to see my family. It means we can actually put down roots, that all these ideas I have for our future house, virtually my entire Pinterest profile, can actually happen. It means we can finally, finally, get a dog. Some women ache to have children; the only ache I’ve felt is to have a pup of my very own. I coo over a Soft Coated Wheaten Terrier the way I think people expect me to coo over their baby, but what can I say: Children make me nervous. It means we can order Thai food and it will actually be Thai food. I am excited. I’m relieved. But I’m also a little nervous.

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I re-read my first entry here.  I remember writing that, how excited I was to get out of Boston, to leave my job and to just go see about something else.  I figured we’d keep on doing just that, for a number of years.  I was excited about it, because it would allow me to keep trying new things and putting off working corporately, possibly forever.  But moving back to Boston derails that plan, and I’m finding myself becoming anxious about what to do next.  I’m still interested in going back to school, there are still ideas I have floating around for businesses I’d like to try and by all means I can do all that in Boston – but there’s a big part of me that feels like once we move back, I’ll get a job and find myself stuck in rush hour traffic again.  I’d really, really like to avoid that.  I’m not opposed to working; I’ve been working since I was 14, when my dad drove me to the town hall to get my working permit and I began scooping ice cream for obnoxious children.  I like working – I just happen to really like working for myself.  Now that I’ve had the experience if doing just that, I’m having a hard time thinking about work in any other way.  I’ve been either cursed or spoiled, more likely a combination of both.

So here I sit, in my little office surrounded by towers of boxes and totes, happy to be going home and anxious to not have a plan.  Somehow that feeling is so much more exciting when you’re leaving home than when you’re returning to it.  We’ve got exactly one month to go before we have to hit the road.  One month left for failed picnics, one month left of glorious sunshine.  One month left of our adventure.  Despite not exactly knowing what to do next, one more month is about all I want to handle anyway.  We’re ready to go home.

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Stacking Rings

While completely ignoring my mile-long to-do list (which deserves its own post) and surfing People.com, I came across actress Cheryl Hines engagement & wedding ring for her marriage to Robert F. Kennedy Jr.  I’ve seen them all over the news recently, and before their wedding I’d never even heard of them.  Well the Kennedys I’ve heard of, obviously.  But I was clueless about this Cheryl Hines character.  When I saw her wedding set, however, I immediately liked her.  In fact, we could be besties.

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According to the article, Hines took the reins on this one, designing her own rings that fit her style while hubs shelled out the credit card.  My kind of girl.  That’s exactly what I did and I’m not ashamed to admit it.  Though her rings are not exactly my style, the idea behind them is right up my alley.  Similarly, she chose to wear two band styles instead of a large-stone engagement ring.  I did the same thing, although I added a third band to my mix because, well, symmetry and also why the hell not.  When we I was shopping for my wedding rings, I decided early on that engagement rings were not my thing.  I was obsessed with the look of stacked rings – I just find them to be so elegant.

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Jennifer Garner has one of the best stacks around.

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Granted Jen also has a massive cushion cut diamond we sometimes see her wearing, either with the stack, with part of the stack or alone on her right hand.  Let me not kid myself, I would take a cushion cut solitaire of that size if it were given to me.

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I mean, it doesn’t suck.

But that’s the beauty of stacking rings: you can choose how you wear them. I move mine around all the time. More awesome stacks:

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And the mack daddy of all stacks belongs to Emmanuelle Alt.  If the editor-in-chief of French Vogue is stacking, then I feel as though I’m in decent company.

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While I was in NYC on business one day, I popped into Barney’s and started trying on rings.  It was difficult to get the staff’s attention, number one because it’s Barney’s and number two because Blake Lively and Ryan Reynolds also happened to be looking at jewelry right next to me, but I had tunnel vision because I had found them.  My rings, stacked up in the case, glittering and sparkling and begging me to wear them.  The designer was Malcolm Betts, based out of London, and I was hooked.  They had the organic, handmade quality I loved in jewelry while maintaining a simple elegance that I knew would suit me perfectly for years to come.

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More of Malcolms work:

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One thing I was particular about was how my rings would look in bad lighting – all gems look beautiful when the right light hits them and all you see is their sparkle, but when the light is flat, I wanted something interesting to look at.  It was one of the reasons I loved Malcom’s metal work.  I also chose to mix my metals, doing two small bands in 22k gold and one larger one in platinum, because I think the contrast makes each metal look even more lustrous than they do on their own.

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My rings are not for everyone, and left to his own devices I’m not sure John would have thought to pick out these rings, but he loves them just as much as I do.  And I love them.   Anniversaries are sure going to be fun from now on as I add to my stack.

If anyone is interested in the Malcolm Betts rings, I highly recommend working with Lydia at his shop in London. The whole experience was wonderful!

Quad Spoon and a Goblet of Vodka

When I was in high school, I prided myself on not having a solid group of girlfriends.  I thought I was one of those girls that just got along better with guys.  The friends I did have I wasn’t a great friend to, and those guys I always hung out with…well turns out they didn’t really see me as a friend so much, more of a potential make-out partner.  I’ve noted here before that I really struggled through college emotionally but at the same time received almost straight A’s every semester. I hid it well.  But I graduated friendless and ready to move on to the next chapter in my life.  Luckily, that chapter had someone in store for me: girlfriends.

Now that I have them, I don’t know how I went so long without them.  They are confidants, sounding boards, horrible influences when it comes to shopping (guilty of that myself) and the only people I want to fill up my crystal goblets with vodka and sip through a penis straw with.  Oh, did I mention they came ALL the way out here to Taos for a little Bachelorette celebration?!  Hence the penis straws.  Although they were actually really great, I would totally use them for summer parties; don’t judge me.

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Can’t wait to cheers with these girls for so many more celebrations ahead – weddings, new homes, babies, jobs and let’s not forget the really special events like shoes, Tuesdays and getting out of parking tickets.

Vogue in Wyoming

I admit, I was pretty excited when Blake Lively, who is so tall and sparkly and whose hair is my spirit animal, announced she was working on a lifestyle site.  While she claimed it wouldn’t be anything like that other celebrity lifestyle site (looking at you, Goop), I was actually hoping it would be.  After all, the whole point of a lifestyle site from someone who is tall and sparkly and has perfect hair is to get a glimpse of, well, their life.  So imagine my disappointment when her site, Preserve, launched earlier this week and instead of seeing pictures of her Louboutin-filled closet or her favorite shampoo, I was looking at $40 salt and a rambling post about what BBQ is.  The Guardian nailed it when they called it “another pandering mess of ecommerce”.

Disappointment about the website aside, it has given us a chance to see more Blake as she makes the promotional rounds this month, and my favorite appearance so far is in Vogue.  The images were shot in Wyoming underneath the Tetons and they are stunning.  As someone who lives in the West, I can say that this is an absolute fantasy and no one really looks or dresses quite like this.  But what a fantasy it is:

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The American West is such a special and unique place.  Sure, I bitch about living here from time to time, but I’m so glad I’ve gotten to experience life out here.  I may not be living it in a $3,000 Ralph Lauren Navajo-print dress, but I’m still living it.