Bundled



Details:

Tee-Forever 21

Skirt-thrifted

belt-thrifted

Tights-Icing

Boots-gifted

It was cold today. I'll give these BYU folk that much. Was it cold enough to justify a coat AND gloves AND a scarf AND a hat? No. Absolutely not. It was low 40's my friends. Once it starts snowing, then we'll talk about bundling up our bums and wearing cold weather gear. But I'm sorry, whent the sun is STILL shining, there is no reason to wear all that junk. I love myself a good coat, but it always covers my outfit, which is the opposite of what I want in my life. I went to my classes, and I took pictures, and I got food, without a coat. It shocks me when people think it's too cold to skip the coat. Maybe it's being from Washington? Granted, it only rains, hardly ever snows in good ol Vancouver, but perhaps the cold/rainy/windy locale has readied me for the Utah winters? I hope so. This lady don't wanna be freezing off her patooty or her lady lumps. Buuuut for the time being, it's not even close to cold enough for a coat. Boom.

Love, Sarai

PS: Once upon a time, I got dirt in my eye, and I got a stye. Now I might have another one. Which is stupid, and makes me very very angry.

The end.

Everybody Everywhere

Sometimes Changes Need to Change Back

As you all know, my hair used to be long. Not Sarai long cause that's just ridiculous, but fairly long. And then I chopped it all off.

 Don't get me wrong, I still love it. It's fabulous and has that 40s feel I was going for but it's so hard to have a lot of variations in styling. It's either curled with some hair pushed back with a bobby pin or left to go crazy and then I have to put it in a low messy bun because nothing else works. I'm one of those people that always is doing something different with my hair. Even if it is minuscule. But short hair is the devil and doesn't like to be different!

I miss the days when I could try things like this

via

and this

via

So short hair, you are being grown out. I'm willing to live through all of the awkward lengths and stages just to be able to be different (hipster much? HA).

-Nancy

Dog Pooh and Art

Here's my Friday:
-9am woke up. blissful time to rise
-10am running with Dez (so happy that i'm not such a failure at running anymore!)
-11am pick up Kyle from school who came running out with a big smile on his face :) I guess he was excited because it was Friday so he could play video games when he got home and I brought my "awesome truck" to pick him up in.
-11:40 run home. eat. change. leave.
-12:20 finally find parking in p-town
-12:23 step in some dog pooh and continue to wipe my foot on the side of buildings as I keep walking down the street (there was no way I was going to let dog pooh get me down!)
-12:24 meet Britta at the art gallery she's an intern at called Breeze Block Gallery (way awesome!)
-1pm start cleaning up the gallery from the art walk the night before aka throwing all the empty beer cans away and end up getting some on myself. sick.
-1:30 facebook/vimeo/youtube/flickr/laugh forever and listen to our favorite poetry. Here's the most amazing one :)

-4pm arrive at University of Portland to take Britta back and get some hot chocolate to end our day together :) Oh! we ran into our friend Clayton who also goes there but I haven't seen him since graduation and I found out that him and a few of our other friends who all room together do zumba and teach a dancercise class. BEST. THING. EVER.
-5pm get home. eat some dinner. and leave again to babysit.
-8pm the girls finally fell asleep and the boys started reading different passages to make a funny story
-8:15 the lights are out and the boys want me to sing to them. they tell me their favorite song is 'Praise to the Man' and they sing the whole thing together by memory :) and whenever I got a little embarrassed because their mom is an amazing singer and i'm not so good Lane would give me little bits of encouragement and say "No! You're so good! You're good. I promise!"
-11pm get home. eat cereal. pass out.
Such a good day. and I can't wait to go back to hang out at the gallery next week!

~Nancy

Confrontation



Photos courtesy of Kelly and Carson

Details:

Scarf-thrifted

Dress-forever 21

Tights-Ross?

Boots-gifted

Lipstick-Bordeoux, by Rimmel

I hate confrontation. I hate being angry at people. And I hate fighting. But most of all I hate that all of those things make me cry. Big fatty gross tears. All over Kelly's bedspread. Oops.

I also don't like complaining about people. No matter how upset someone makes me, if I love them, I don't complain about them. I can be crying my eyes out, thinking horrible thoughts, but when someone else tries to call them something bad, I leap to their rescue. It hurts my heart to hear people saying mean things about the people that I love. Even if they deserve it. And especially if they don't.

And someone that I care about upset me tonight. But I can't tell anyone, I can't get angry and tell everyone how mad I am. Because I can't stand the idea of them being upset with that person too. And I know I was kind of a jerk too, so that makes it worse.

I think I'll apologize for real tomorrow.

In person.

Love, Sarai



"Relationships are like showers"

Remember my awesome photographer friend Nico from this post? Well he's done it again! While stalking him on fbook (yes, I did say fbook. it's a thing Sarai and I like to do) I saw he put his status as "relationships are like showers" which means "When a couple walks into one their hair falls off every time they wash up. The hair symbolizes the memories and experiences. These hairs get sometimes stuck on the side of the sewage pipes of the sink. These are the experiences and events that bother one another about their partner or relationship. Slowly or rapidly, hairs stick to those other hairs and sooner or later the water starts to flood. Now these clogs lead to fights. Either you unclog them and move on to you getting good hygiene without you walking in it or you just let it flood and never do anything about it. These clogs always return because our hair keeps on growing and our experiences and amount of memories keep on growing"

Quite the little creative one, right?

~Nancy

Blustery



Photos courtesy of Carson

Details:
Shirt-kelly's closet
Purple pants-forever 21
Riding boots-gifted
necklace-gifted
Bag-Icing
lipstick-Sea Fleur by l'oreal colour riche
hot chocolate-Cougar eat ;)

I miss Winnie the Pooh. I used to watch that show all the time, and now I watch Grey's Anatomy. Granted, I love that show. But still. Do you remember the simple days of watching Winnie the Pooh in the hundred acre wood, and whatever else we used to watch? When the new Pooh movie came out, and it had "somewhere only we know" as the trailer, I about died. It made me so happy, but also kind of sad, because that's not how life is anymore. I'm nostaligic.

But I'm also happy. Because today was crazy, and windy, which I define as blustery, and I wore purple pants, and pink lipstick, and I got to eat Sushi and drink hot chocolate. Perfect day <3

Love, Sarai

PS: I want to watch this movie so bad right now

PPS: notice my hair is straight? weird right? I dislike it

Black Swan

Last night was the first time in a while that i've actually done anything with people my own age... which I know is quite pathetic but I spend my days with a mother of four who had foot surgery and needs help with typical mother duties or i go with my mom's best friend running. Cool right? Don't get me wrong, i'm learning a lot from these wonderful ladies but sometimes I need people close to my age. So last night was perfect! 

Becca (the dead cheerleader) gave me the idea of being the BLACK SWAN for halloween which was awesome! I mainly just wanted to do the crazy make up and dance around in a tutu :) And you can't really tell but Celeste is suppose to be a bumblebee.... haha I think she was a little scared of us by the time we got done with the makeup. 

We hooked up the fog machine, scared a few kids with our costumes, went to a haunted house, watched Insidious (best "scary" movie i've seen but I wanted to kill the ending! P.O.ed), and then I watched Toy Story so I could fall asleep.

I wish I could always wear make up like I was the black swan. Darn social norms! I guess it will just be reserved for Halloween.

-Nancy