So much for that.

Wow. Inadvertent blog hiatus there. Goodness. So much for new year, new me… I guess I’ll just always take time off around the holidays.

The good news is that I finished lots of crafty projects for my 52 week crafting project – for those of you regular readers, I’ve decided to change my 52 week stitching project into a more general crafting one. I think it will enable some more flexibility for my creative expression. I’ve put my Pinterest-ing talents to good work and found some amazing tutorials that I’m really excited about.

The bad news is that I forgot to take photos of almost all of my projects. Sad day. I’ll hopefully be able to share a few over the next few days, but I have to sort through my holiday pictures to find out which projects I actually photographed.

In other news, today I am officially, 100%, absolutely, completely done with submitting things for my PhD applications. Now, it’s totally out my hands. Now, it’s just a waiting game. I will try to remain calm, but the level of hysteria around here may steadily increase until March. For those of you around to witness my last season of PhD applications, you know what to expect. But, I promise to try to hold it together a bit more this time around. I feel much more confident this time, and I’m thinking hoping, praying, and wishing that my confidence speaks to reality. We. Shall. See.

 

When did I get to be so domestic?

Today I think I finally solved the age-old question. Okay, maybe not the age-old question, but my age-old question. Why do I hate doing dishes so much?

Answer: I am awkwardly tall. It figures that my awkward height would complicate my life in every way physically possible. You see, every time after doing dishes (even just the pots, pans, and plates from one meal), I have this terrible ache in my mid-/lower-back. It’s not so much an ache as it is just a dull annoyance, but it eventually gets to the point where it hurts to stand. Why does this happen? I’ve decided that kitchen counters are generally not made to favor taller people. I must lean at an awkward angle in order to reach into the sink and rinse the dishes, and that awkward leaning eventually becomes annoying back pain. Yay, me. I should hurry up and have children so I can assign them chores. Hehehe.

Also, I recently purchased a blender, and I think I am inordinately excited about it. It’s called “The Crush Master” by Black and Decker (what a great name, right?), and I cannot wait to start making all the healthy and delicious smoothies I have pinned to my Pinterest board in the hopes that this day would finally come: the day I own my very own blender. Does this level of excitement over a kitchen appliance mean I’m getting old? A good friend of mine said she was “old as dirt” when we celebrated her birthday a few weeks ago. Maybe I’m not that far behind.

Pinterest.

I am addicted to Pinterest.

Seriously. I am.

I have never procrastinated so much in my life. I think.

Anyway, it’s become almost as bad as a Facebook addiction: constantly checking it, updating it, adding to it, sitting and staring waiting for someone to post something interesting.

I’ve found that whenever my brain needs a serious break, I wind up on Pinterest (usually building my virtual perfect closet, but also collecting way to many silly Harry Potter jokes and quotes about books).

Anyway, if you’re interested, follow me. I’d love to have you.