Friday

Hello, June!




I went for lunch all by myself yesterday. For the first time in twenty-nine years and three hundred and sixty days I chose to ignore the urge to invite a friend along and refrain from asking my husband if he had time to meet me. I took a table for one and sat far enough away from other folks that making conversation was not expected of me. It was nicer than I thought it would be. I didn't realize this was something I wanted to do before I turned thirty until I was there doing it - sitting alone in a restaurant, with confidence, by choice. I didn't have to eat slow and careful so not to be caught with a mouthful of food at the wrong time and there were no awkward silences to fill with small talk in between bites. I didn't even care that I had food in my teeth when the waitress came to check on me. 


I opened my day planner to welcome June, my favorite month. Almost every square was covered in ink; exclamation points, doodles of hearts and balloons and stickers to brighten up the page. I turn thirty, two of my best friends also turn thirty, and my sister-in-law and bestie turns twenty-nine. My niece turns ten, my new nephew is due to enter the world and my parents celebrate thirty-one years married. There's a heart drawn on the day Garett asked me to marry him and several hearts drawn on our wedding date that will mark five incredible years as husband and wife. This month also marks ten years out of college.


There will be no shortages of parties, dinner dates, or fun in the sun. There's even a staff BBQ and a weekend in Halifax penciled in. June gives me so many reasons to celebrate life and be happy. It will be the greatest kick off to summer 2017 and an even better start to my thirties...


Rachel Emmilee
XO

Thursday

Throwback Thursday...

 
 



... to Keith Urban live at Bridgestone Arena, Nashville, TN. Playing one of my favorite songs just feet away. So close we could make eye contact. See that? I mean, no big deal.



XO

A Sweet Escape






"We are just going to Ottawa," I'd say with a shrug of my shoulders and a mildly impressed facial expression as if just going to Ottawa was nothing to get excited about.


In my defense, when someone asked me if we had travel plans this winter I knew what they were really asking. They were really asking if we were going south, and I really wanted to say yes to Jamaica or Mexico or Cuba. I love a seven day vacation on the sand drinking bottomless cocktails and smoking cigars with strangers - long story - but with him on a new diet that I feel would be nearly impossible to follow at a resort and me being insanely paranoid of mosquitoes, going south this year didn't make sense.


Instead we just went to Ottawa. We only saw the Montreal Canadiens beat the Ottawa Senators in a shootout and went to two incredible concerts. We had a car and an apartment to ourselves, did some outlet shopping and ate our way around the city. We attended Mass at the Notre Dame Cathedral because we just so happened to be in the right place at the right time while playing tourist early on Sunday morning, and we drove to Quebec to spend an entire day at Nordik Spa. We even spent an afternoon in bed watching Netflix because apparently we don't do that enough back at home.


We had an amazing time.


So I was wrong. Okay? I admit it. You don't have to escape winter to escape the winter blues. I sounded like a spoiled brat saying 'just' and shrugging my shoulders and making that face. We're lucky to be able to travel at all, and I'm not proud that I underestimated how much fun we could have in our very own country. The truth is, it's the simplest things that make me happy and as long as he is by my side, any escape is a sweet escape.



Rachel Emmilee
XO


C U R R E N T M O O D





It's the second of March and this is my very first post of 2017. No holiday wrap up, no list of personal goals, no resolutions set for the new year. What's up with that? I could say I haven't stopped long enough to write but that would be a lie. It's winter and I live in the sticks, and there have been plenty of storm days and power outages that could have been spent curled up with my computer. I've had all the time in the world to keep my blog up to date to be very honest, but life happens. Life happens and it's not always fun to talk about. So I will begin by taking another deep breath, because sometimes that's all a person can do, and then I'll bring you up to speed. But, not actually.
  

FEELING irritable and a tad bit antisocial. Wanting to avoid crowds, long conversations and people in general. The peace and quiet of my sewing room has been my happy place for the last few weeks.

READING nothing. Amy Schumer's book The Girl With The Lower Back Tattoo has been on my nightstand since December 27th.


LISTENING TO old records. There is something very intimate and almost romantic about listening to old records, and I especially love that most record jackets come with the lyrics printed on the inside so you can get drunk and sappy and sing along no problem.


WATCHING way too many shows to list. Girls, This Is Us, Nashville and Portlandia which is hilarious by the way. New Girl, The Big Bang Theory, Kevin Can Wait, SNL and of course, The Bachelor. SPOILER ALERT! I really thought he would pick Corrine and I'm kind of disappointed that he didn't.

PLAYING Catchphrase with anyone who comes to visit and Scrabble with my husband who can't seem to beat me.


WORRIED ABOUT our sweet little dog. He's not a puppy anymore. In fact, he's almost nine years old. I've started to worry about his health and really panic at the thought of losing him.

WORKING ON moving out of one bedroom and into another which requires a lot of lifting, cleaning and reorganizing. The entire idea stresses me out so we're at a bit of a standstill but it has to be done, we need a main level guest room. Also working on dresses, skirts and tops for the spring and summer.


CONSIDERING buying an Endy mattress because it would be our only shot at getting a king size bed up our stairs. It's time we break up with our pillow-top queen mattress; it's ten years old, way too soft and surprisingly too small for the two of us and our dog.


CRUSHING ON young Justin Trudeau and Jason Momoa. Have you seen his Instagram? His smile, his style, his love for his wife and children and the earth... I mean, really?

EATING cheese, crackers, pickles and prosciutto like it's going out of style.


DRINKING too much coffee and not nearly enough water. Oh, and the coldest pop machine known to man happens to be in the staff room at work, so Friday is Pepsi day and I have no shame.

EXCITED FOR my hair appointment next weekend and a sweet escape with Garett in March to see a couple of concerts and take in some rest and relaxation.

EXCITED ABOUT my Babe Cave. I've been spending hours on end in that room sewing, designing dresses and skirts and watching tutorials online. It's glorious.


MISSING quality family time.


AVOIDING exercising every day, cleaning out our fridge and doing laundry.


STRUGGLING WITH sleeping through the night without waking several times to a thirsty and/or anxious dog, therefor I am also struggling to function like a normal human being in the mornings.


HATING Zika Virus. Garett and I took traveling south off the table this year because we feel the risk of contracting the virus is quite high and definitely not worth it. A little part of me dies inside each time someone tells me they are beach bound because there is no place I would rather be right now.

LOVING my new bed sheets, the big mouth SnapChat filter and my little fam.


XO