Flower Girl

The last year or so, I’ve been painting a lot of animals & drawing a lot of animals. Absolutely no people. In January 2014, I decided to give up drawing and painting people forever. I made peace (kind of) with the fact that I can’t draw people, and animals are going to be my thing from now on. I can look at animals as shapes more successfully than I can pictures of people.

Well, ya’ll, I was wrong. While perusing Pinterest for work inspiration, I came across an image of a girl I just had to draw! I drew her and it wasn’t terrible, so I painted her. I’m pretty pleased with her. I felt like my usual geometrics weren’t going to work on this delicate girl, so I scoured Pinterest (again; I love that site) for something a little more delicate. I think the flowers are perfect for her. 

I’m truly pleased with this painting. I’m proud of how far my ability and work have come in the past year. Although I have a lot to learn (I don’t think it ever ends), I’m excited as to where my art is headed!

Get some lions, tigers and dinosaurs!

Helllllo. I hope you’re having a lovely day. 

The past week or so, I’ve been working hard to get some of my favorite paintings scanned in and posted to my society6 page. I’ve had people ask me about prints and things, and while I want to be printing my own, I do not have the time for that right now. Society6 will just do all of that for me and you can benefit with a print, tote bag, phone cover, ect. 

I want a tote. Other than being awesome (especially with my adorable animals on them), I never have enough totes for my knitting projects. It’s how I schlep my work all over the place. My current two totes are dedicated to projects right now and while the reusable grocery bags are ok, I’d like to move all of that over to a tote bag.

If you’re interested, here’s the link. With THIS link, you get free shipping until March 8 at midnight.

Thanks for supporting my dream :) And, if you're interested in an original work, please just email me. You may find my contact information in the menu bar.

Goodbye, New York

Chihuahuapolooza. Enough said. 

When I moved to New York a year and a half ago, it was the hardest and scariest thing I've ever done. I had a couple of friends spread out across the boroughs, but not close enough to where I lived to see on a regular basis.

It was very lonely and hard at first. I cried a lot and was alone a lot. I'd never lived so far from home and so far from what was familiar. New York is pretty much a different country from Atlanta, I couldn't understand what people were saying half the time for the first few months. People are much more abrasive here and that was quite a difficult adjustment for me.

All of this being said, I now have a full life in New York. I have wonderful friends I plan on keeping for life. Bonding with people here is a different experience than anywhere else. New York City is so hard, sometimes all you can do is laugh or cry with a good friend (or a stranger). I'm sad to leave all of my lovely friends. I'm sad to leave my amazing job and awesome coworkers.

I'm leaving for all of the reasons this article states (which is satire, but pretty damn close to the truth). While I'll miss the city a little, I'll mainly miss the people I met from all walks of life, here to follow their dreams. I'll miss the constant challenge (this will be more of a conceptual missing). I found myself here, a little. I am coming in to my own as a fine artist and I couldn't have done that without this experience.

Good-bye, New York!

Life List: 2015

I’ve been working on this list for several years. It’s nice to go through it in January each year and see what I’ve accomplished. 2014 was awesome and weird and hard. Moving not only to a new city, but to a completely new part of the country where the culture is completely different was amazing. I’ve been in New York for a year and a half now and I’m moving back to Atlanta in a couple of weeks. With the impending wedding and marriage, I’d like to have a savings account. I can’t afford that here. I’m sad and excited for the future. It’s a little heartbreaking to leave the life I built for myself here. I’ve never had to built my life from scratch before, it’s been a lesson of a lifetime. I’ll forever cherish the friendships I’ve made while in New York. 

At this time last year, I made a promise to myself to do some huge art project based off the life list. I made two pieces, hated them and threw them away. However, instead of giving up on it entirely, I painted, sketched and reached out to other artists all year long. I’ve grown so much as an artist in the past 12 months. Now I have an artistic drive and focus I didn’t have before this year. I’m excited to see what comes.

Here it is! Newly abridged:

100 Things To Do Before I Die

1. Graduate from graduate school
2. Get a job I don't hate
3. Procreate
4. Marry (Soooooon)
5. Travel to Russia
6. Travel to Greece
7. Live in England
8. Live in New York
9. Go to a family reunion 
10. Appreciate myself
11. Get in really great shape
12. Hot air balloon ride
13. Go to the Grand Canyon
14. Visit San Fransisco
15. Visit Portland
16. Visit Seattle
17. Visit Vancouver
18. Spend a winter up north 
19. Have a Roylls
20. Love thyself
21. Humble thyself
22. Let go
23. Act in a play
24. Sing in a band
25. Learn the guitar
26. Learn the violin
27. Metalsmithing
28. Become a Master Knitter (it's a real thing) 
29. Publish a novel
30. See aurora borealis
31. Move out of Atlanta for at least a year
32. Speak another language fluently
33. Get an MFA in creative writing
34. Get paid to sing
35. Get paid to write (something that I want to write)
36. Stop smoking 
37. Accept Average
38. Be a graphic designer
39. Let go more quickly
40. Learn to sew (I have a sewing machine and I’m working on it)
41. Visit Stonehenge 
42. Camp out in the haunted graveyard where the Bell Witch haunted
43. Go to the monastery in Conyers
44. Go on a cruise
45. See Machu Picchu 
46. Use that geocache app and geocache some stuffs
47. Own a Chanel purse
48. Take my grandmother's life writings and convert them into one cohesive tale
49. Know embroidery
50. Get rid of stuff
51. Become proficient in HTML and CSS
52. Host and effectively design my own blog
53. Do stand up comedy
54. Become flexible (physically)
55. Master (is this possible?) meditation
56. Visit India
57. Visit Norway
58. Visit Japan
59. Go to the Metropolitan Museum
60. Stop feeling victimized by the past
61. Get 10 years
62. Finish my cross stitch
63. Become a full time artist
64. Set up boundaries

Pictures

We are sooooo funny

Boyfriend asked me to marry him. I'm getting married. I can't believe it, it's insane. And, we got engagement pictures. I said I didn't want them. Each lame set of engagement pictures I've seen I've laughed at with a superior chuckle. Every time a cliche save the date comes in the mail with the couple gazing lovingly into each others' eyes clenched the knowledge that it'd never be me in those photos. Partly because I never thought I'd meet the right guy, but mostly because I knew I'd never, ever get engagement photos.

'Sigh.' We got engagement photos. I don't even know who I am anymore.

Existential crisis, ya'll

We hired the amazing Lauren Wright as our wedding photographer and she insists on them and includes them in the wedding photo package. I didn't want to do it, but–what the hell, you only get married once (I hope) right?

The photography is beautiful and while we look like silly weirdos in many of them, it's so cool to see us together. Boyfriend and I don't have many pictures together, mainly because we don't live in the same city (and iPhones). I love having these! And Lauren is such a talented photographer, just look at that light! We took the pictures in Oakland Cemetery in Atlanta, so that's a little quirky.

So, yeah. We got engagement pictures. In a cemetery. And, don't worry. None of these pictures will be on the Save the Dates. I just couldn't.

Now I just have to convince everyone that A.M. 180 by Grandaddy is a good first song choice.

Have you been to Monument Valley?

Have you heard about Monument Valley? It’s a beautiful new iOS game by ustwo. I’m not sure where I saw this, but somewhere I ended up clicking on this link to The Verge yesterday and seeing the beautiful features of Monument Valley’s whimsical landscape.

This type! I'm swooning all over it

I’m not one to talk about iOS games, they’re usually lacking. I haven’t found one particularly amazing since Little Things Forever by Klick Tock. Unlike LTF, Monument Valley doesn’t repeat the same motions over and over again and each scene is breathtaking. Seriously, I’m not just using this as a form of speech. If you’ve ever looked at colors and shapes together and thought, “Hmm, that’s pretty” you’ll be awed. This game is awesome; it truly inspires awe (rare).

The use of color and shape and the M. C. Escher-like landscapes and playing style are so original and amazing I can get the game out of my head. As a graphic designer and artist, Monument Valley is some of the best work I’ve seen in a long time (I’m mean there’s a lot of amazing work out there, this games just has it all). The type is beautiful, the titles are beautiful, the scenes, the characters, everything. And, the game is very simple. You just move the scene to connect seemingly impossible pieces together to form a path for Ida.

If you look closely at the picture on the right, you can see the crow blowing Ida's dress back

 Brilliant, I say!

(Also, there is mention of sacred geometry, a deep love of mine, and concepts I work with in my own art.)

It’s $3.99 and I finished most of it while sitting in the vet’s office for 3 hours with Chico. It goes by fast, and I replayed some of it at home. I’ve enjoyed going back through it a second time, I’m not trying to win the level now and have time to enjoy the scenery and beauty of the game. There are only 10 levels, but I’m hoping many more wonderful games come out of ustwo. I’ll have my eye on them.

Movie Review: Divergent

Before I begin this review, I have to tell you that when I saw Wicked, I didn’t like it because they took too much creative liberty with my long loved Wizard of Oz.

As previously mentioned, I’m very emotionally invested in the Divergent books. Probably too much, but they gave me the gift of laughter and a light heart while having a hard time and helped me jump start my creativity and come up with a new medium for my art. How can I not have an emotional connection with something that gave me so much?

Enough about me, on to the movie; they took some creative liberties with the story I don’t appreciate. That being said, I see why the makers of the movie made the decisions they did when compressing the first book into 2.5 hours. There isn’t time for every single subtle interaction between the characters.

I went with Derp, Oh Kaye and some other friends who hadn’t read the books. While we were watching, I was worried the character development wasn’t enough for them to understand what was going on. I feel that there wasn’t enough emphasis on the relationships between characters and that the secondary characters were treated as static characters and not the dynamics characters I know and love. However, those who didn’t read the books disagreed. They think the characters are great and enjoyed the movie.

Minus the terrible fight scenes (seriously, what happened here?), Divergent the movie is pretty good. Please, please, please go see it so they will make the other two.  Or, just read the books, because they are so good.

BSTW vol. 28

Time for another Best Stuff This Week!!

This week was tough. I have some personal things going on and I'm in limbo. I need answers! Things are going to be a-changing soon.

Fortunately, I've been doing some exciting and interesting new art things. I've been working (kind of) hard (the difficult week has taken a tole on my ability to get things done and sleep).

Soon. Sooooooon I will share.

1. Plenty done in clothing. Beautifully executed!
2. Bunnnnnnnny! Bunnies are my favorite! If they weren't so disgusting with the pooing and peeing everywhere, I'd want 20 of them. I'll take this print instead. Sharon Montrose is an excellent animal photographer, if you're unfamiliar, check out her other works.
3. Plaster Moose heads, plaster deer heads and they have amazing colors. I want the moose. In hot pink. With gold horns. 
4. Waaaaay back when I was in 10th grade, I was completely obsessed with Sailor Moon. Even though there were about 12 shitty episodes to everyone one good episode, it was worth it. Their little outfits were (and still are) adorable and chic. Cameron, very talented paper artist from Seattle, has created a little Sailor Moon accessories paper menagerie. I wish it was mine.

Boulders

This past month has been hard. I've been in the trenches battling a particularly hard bout of depression and anxiety. Getting back from Christmas was hard, the New Year was hard and being cold all day every day is hard.

Apparently, this is the coldest New York winter in everyone's memory and by God, it's been brutal. I can barely park my car because of the ice wall that's formed along the sides of each street.

I haven't wanted to do anything but sit in my room, watch Dexter or Revenge (both great choices when you're already depressed) and knit my shawl. I don't want to go out, I don't want to see people. I just want to sit alone and sleep and feel sad. But, friends, this is counterproductive behavior and I don't want to be sad, miserable and lonely. I didn't bust my ass at graduate school for two years and move to New York City to sit in a basement apartment and knit alone.

So, I joined the Y, I've forced myself out of the house. I've talked to friends about how I'm feeling. I even went to the doctor. I hope I'm coming around, the last few days were a little better. I no longer feel like a boulder is sitting on my chest smooshing the air and light out of my soul. That's what depression feels like, like my soul is sick.

One moment matters

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I do this thing where I tell myself I'm getting fired. And then I start to have a meltdown and look at my boss and my coworkers and read and react to them as if I were getting fired. Then, in the past, I've gotten fired (but, I was also not good at those jobs and wasn't doing my best).

I do this other thing with art and writing and design where I tell myself I'm not talented and I'm a failure. I go through my work and I hate on in and I look at other, more experienced artist/designers/writers' works and compare my work to theirs and tell myself I'll never be as good as those people. That, I might as well give up.

Right now, I'm doing a combination of both of these things and it's making me miserable. I'm internally freaking out and berating myself. The true is, though, I'm mostly doing the best I can at work. I'm trying, I'm learning and I'm learning to ask for help and say "I don't know." And, of course I'm not as good as my coworker who has been a designer for 15 years, of course!

Also, if I'm going to compare myself to other designers, illustrators and amazing hand-letterers, I need to practice those things outside of work (which I plan to do soon, I just finished up my last knitted Christmas present).

All I have is this moment. I can't berate and punish myself for not working as hard as I could have at school (not true, I was killing myself with not sleeping) or not working every second of 8 hours at work (sometimes I need a few minutes to look at Facebook or go to the bathroom or take a lunch break). I have to stay in the moment, which is with Chico, in the bed (sick day, probably because I'm running myself down telling myself how much I suck). I try and I'm passionate and I don't suck.

PS: Thanks to Derp for giving me a pep talk :)

Art art art artiste

This is some jewelry I made and it's the only picture of art I could find at the moment. I did comb my old blog for a picture and see bad memories and embarrassing writing

I make art. But, I haven't made some real art for myself since this group show where I didn't have time to put my piece together and so I threw something together at the last minute and it was terrible and humiliating. That was almost 3 years ago. I love painting and making things. I have a hard time getting into something unless I know it's going to be great. Unfortunately, art isn't like that. As Macklemore says, "The greats were great because they paint a lot."

I'm committing right now, on here, to do a personal art project. Whatever I want, combining traditional art with writing and all that. I have had several traumatic relationships with men and I want to do something around that. These relationships run the gamut and I think it'll be helpful and cathartic to do a project around my feelings. A healing.

I need accountability. By this time next year, I'll have something to show. It may be shit, it may be awesome, it will most likely be somewhere in between. I'm going to do it!

Thankfulness: Yet Another Thanksgiving Post

Amazing example of serenity brought to you by Paul Linton

I was looking over my Life List, adding stand up comedy to my list of goals, and I saw that I'd already completed #51: Get Rid of Stuff. Boy, did I get rid of stuff when I packed my whole life into my VW Bug and headed north. I got rid of furniture enough to furnish an entire house, most of my shoes, books, clothing, ect.

I also completed #43: Visit the monastery in Conyers. I've been wanting to go there for at least 10 years because of their state renown gardens, but I never made the time. Over the summer between graduation and starting my job, I took an afternoon to myself and visited. The experience was amazing. I'm not a religious gal, but I am deeply spiritual and I was overcome by the beauty, stillness and serenity while sitting alone in the sanctuary (is that what it's called?). I'm so thankful I took that time to drive the 45 minutes.

Seeing these two items completed prompted me to look over the rest of the list and mark off several items. In doing so, I'm a little overcome with emotion. Before I started on this journey to better myself and my life, I never completed anything. I didn't have goals, therefore I didn't complete goals. I was too afraid to fail, so I never tried. And now, I see that I'm no longer completely afraid to try. It takes guts to get rid of all your stuff and move across the country. I'm so proud of myself and so thankful I finally realized struggle is part of the journey and I am worth taking a chance on.

Happy Thanksgiving

Three Years Reflection

Pictures from the amazing going away party my friends threw me

One of my friends IMed me last week that she wants to be a graphic designer. And live in New York. And have a cute dog. And a blog.

This got me thinking. Three years ago this week, I lost my job. Chico's dad and I broke up a couple months earlier, and I was still having a hard time with the break up. I had no idea what I wanted to do with myself. I was simply floating through my life grabbing onto one this after the next and I felt as if I couldn't get my head above water. Day after day, I perused job listings. The only thing was, I didn't know what I wanted to do. Two years before, I'd dropped out of my feminist rhetoric graduate program because it wasn't what was promised to me by the school (not to mention I wasn't mature enough for it). I'd planned on getting my PhD in writing for so long I felt it defined me. I was no longer pursuing that dream and I didn't know who I was without it.  I was a nobody with a shitty prospects and no hope and now no job and no boyfriend.

For about a year, I'd been toying with the idea of going back to school for design. I knew it was going to be difficult for me to "find my thing" with an BA in english. Let's face it, it just means you have been trained to do a little of everything and a whole lot of nothing; not to mention planning on getting your PhD is a lot less cool than actually having one.

I talked with many many friends and family members. I went to check out a couple of design programs in Atlanta and chose one for me. And I've never looked back. Even when I hadn't slept for days and I was having anxiety break downs, I knew I'd made the right decision. I didn't have anything to go back to.

Going to the school I did forced me to take a look a myself in ways I'd never been desperate enough to do before. I'd never struggled or work as hard as I did in that school. I learned sooo much about myself (this lesson was more valuable than all I learned from design) and what I'd been doing before wasn't working for me any more. I pretty much changed everything about my life and myself. I threw out the bad and kept the good (this includes people, clothing, character defects, beliefs, ect).

It's amazing how much has changed and how much happier and fulfilled I am now. In just 3 short years, I have almost everything I've ever wanted for myself: happiness, peace and meaningful friendships.

No more sorry

{photo by: Josh Bomb}

Tonight, my roommates were talking about what they're going to do now that I'm moving out and another roommate is moving out. They were both very agitated and although they've known about this for at least a month, tonight seems to be the first time they've considered the possibility they will have to find a new roommate. I felt the need to apologize. For not wanting to live in a bedroom with no door, even though one was promised and for not wanting to live in a place that floods or with a landlord who won't fix huge things or lets strangers into our apartment when we're not here. And, I realized that none of these things are things I'm responsible for. What I'm sorry for is the situation our landlord has put them in and none of these things are my fault.

A couple of Lents ago, I gave up apologizing. I am a compulsive people pleaser and I never realized this about myself until shortly before said Lent season. Anytime anyone around me is unhappy about something I think I can fix, or I damaged or some of my actions may have caused or I could've, maybe in a perfect world prevented, ect, I want to apologize for it. Doing so leads to me feeling like a piece of shit all the time and constantly telling people I'm sorry for breathing (basically). Giving up apologizing for a few weeks allowed me the freedom to consider if a-I'm actually sorry and b-if I'm even at fault. 99% of the time, the answer is no. I'm learning to be alright with that. I can't fix anyone else, I can only fix myself and unnecessary apologies or attempting to carry others' burdens won't fix me or them.

While my roommates were talking about taking each other to court, I held my tongue. The only thing I can say is I'm sorry this situation is happening, but I've made this clear since the flooding. There's nothing I can do and I'm thankful. Because today, silence is enough.

Over the weekend

Over the weekend, I had the chance to have dinner with a friend I grew up with. It was so awesome to see Lindsay. I lived with her and her family briefly when I was in high school. 

She moved to New York almost exactly a year before I moved here. Before moving, she and her husband ran (and founded) a non-profit that builds schools and orphanages in Africa. Then, she decided she was worn out from all of the traveling (over 150 days a year being in Africa and traveling all over the world) and wanted to be a personal chef. So, she and her husband sold everything they owned and moved to New York. Isn't that insane? Neither one of them had jobs. I just can't imagine being that brave.

It was super to see her and catch up. She's a ball of positivity and warmness. Not to mention, she is now a successful personal chef with tons of business. If you're interested in reading more about Lindsay, follow her blog (she posts recipes).

Apartment: Found

I'm back after being in New York all week looking for places to live. It's amazing how much easier my search became after I asked for help from friends and family (not to mention allowing people to help me, I don't know why I still have such a hard time with this). I had an outpouring of friends and friends  of friends through Facebook and emails and text messages and phone calls. It was truly amazing. Even after all of this help, I found my place through craigslist. It's a great apartment, although the renting game in NYC is so precarious, I won't believe I actually have the place until I have the key in my hand.

I met up with a long time Twitter friend, Tiffany Rainey for the first real life hang out. She's awesome and accompanied me and directed me along the confusing streets and subway stops in Brooklyn (they're confusing for me, but I don't think they are for natives). I wouldn't have been able to traverse the neighborhood as quickly without her (if at all).

I made some excellent new friends I'm super pumped about and I think they're super pumped about me, too. I am excited to have a network started before I'm officially there. It's hard to leave my ladies and I feel better about it with the start of some new friendships. Chico even has a playdate with a Griffon next week! Woot! (He's not talking to me right now because I was gone all week, he's such a divo)

The adventure is just beginning! I'm going to try to blog about our drive next week, we'll see how that goes.

Moving dramarama

The 24 hours between Sunday at 11pm and Monday at 10:59pm may rival all of the other stressful experiences I've had (I'm definitely being a little dramatic).

I decided last week I was leaving to move to New York a week earlier than planned at the urging of a friend. From Atlanta, I'm having an impossible time getting people to talk to me about renting. This friend told me I can stay with her and I'll have no problem finding a place within a week. On Sunday night, after tirelessly getting my things together and finding places to stay on the drive up and coming to terms with not having Chico until someone brings him to me when visiting (he can't stay at her house), my friend texted to let me know I can't stay with her due to her roommate's personal situation. I was devastated. I spent most of the night scanning the AirBnB app looking for a really cheap place to stay for a week (in my budget, I can only afford a bunk bed in a weird hostel-ish situation). Sigh

Monday morning, I received an email from a girl I spoke to last week and she told me she was giving me my dream apartment in my dream neighborhood for a great price and she wanted to Skype later last night. Joy! Once we Skyped, she told me she gave the apartment to someone else. (Booooooooo!)

At this news, I started to have a meltdown. Fortunately, I was already texting Bestie and when I told her I didn't get the apartment and thought I was going to die. She invited me to come over for homemade spaghetti.

Me and Bestie a few years ago when I had blonde hair and she was just as awesome as ever

She hugged me and fed me and we talked it out. She made a great suggestion (fly up next week with the sole purpose of finding a place so I don't have to worry about my car and my dog and my things). She told me she's proud of me and sad I'm leaving and told me I can do it. And I felt better.

I'm so thankful for wonderful friends like Bestie, and the friend in New York who wanted to welcome me up (and unfortunately can't because out something outside of her control). Even though Monday sucked and I cried a little, I'm still going to do it. Bestie (and my mom) pointed out that a year ago, I'd probably have given up before even getting to this point. Anything hard wasn't worth working for, and now it is. I'm worth it. I'm going to find a place to live and I'm going up to a great job with awesome people. It's going to be great.

Growing

Last night, this girl walked into a room full of my friends. She and I were best friends at one time, but she slept with my boyfriend right after we broke up and was telling me to get over it while she was doing this and lying to me about it. I didn't find out about all of this until much later and, logically, I was very hurt. I confronted her about it, nicely. I used no bad words. I only told her that I was hurt and felt betrayed. Instead of responding and/or apologizing like a normal person, she completely stopped talking to me. We often had to see each other in social situations and she acted like I wasn't even standing there. 

For the past 10 years (I haven't seen her really in about 4 or 5), when I saw her in social situations, she'd completely ignore me, wouldn't make eye contact or speak to me and this infuriated me. Her complete avoidance made me hate her more. I'd get hot and rage-ful when she was around. I couldn't believe she was the one acting like this! It was hard for me not to stare at her and try to shoot her with my laser eyes. Sometimes I'd get so angry I had to leave the room or the event.

But, last night I saw her and I didn't feel angry. She looked a little rough. I know she and her husband have been going through a hard time. I actually felt bad for her and I was genuinely hoping she is doing well. There was no anger, no hatred, no laser eyes. I'm completely over it.

The hard work and growth I've put into me over the past year continues to astound me every time I do or feel something different than I have in the past. It's amazing.

Appreciating the moment

This weekend, one of my lovely friends had an awesome birthday party. There was a fire pit and live music (all provided by friends). It was super low key and great. We sat around the camp fire, talked, celebrated Katie (the birthday girl). Knowing I'm leaving the state soon to venture somewhere completely new and alien to me makes me extremely thankful for these moments. 

I love the way Atlanta (the south) smells in the summer. It's a sweet and earthy smell. And the sounds of the cicadas greets us every night. We caught lightning bugs once they came out at dusk. A three-year-old had a lot of interest in this, and we got him a jar and caught some. His mom said those were his first lightning bugs ever. There aren't lightning bugs where I'm going. That's so weird to me. I've had them around me every summer of my life. 

A few of the trees in the yard were covered in lightning bugs, way up high. It looked like the trees were sparkling. It was magical beyond anything I've ever seen. I wish I could've gotten a picture of it, but it wouldn't have come out. 

The live music around the camp fire in the darkness of the night was awesome. Katie danced around and played the fiddle (I didn't even know she played). The whole night was magic and I'm so very thankful I got to be there. These are the memories I'll cherish once I move away.

BSTW: The Postal Service

Instead of the normal Best Stuff This Week post, I'm going to share about seeing one of my favorite bands, The Postal Service. I went to their show last night and it was so wonderful. I've been waiting for them to go on tour together for 10 years. I've seen five Death Cab For Cutie shows in the meantime (which were great, I loved them for many, many years) hoping they'd play a Postal Service song. Never happened. So, last night was like a dream come true.

My friends and I appropriately kept it weird:

The nice girl who drove just happened to have these masks in the car (for occasions such as this) so we brought them in. Which was great because we also used them as fans and to ward off the body odor and constant farting that was happening in front of us.

In the actual theater, the bass was way too loud and the acoustics weren't great, but I loved it. I was having major nostalgic flashbacks the whole time and I couldn't have been happier. I'm overjoyed they finally toured as a band.

If you were there, what did you think?