Every couple knows how important it is to celebrate milestones in the relationship, whether it be with a weekend away, a romantic night at home, or a “get whatever you want” dinner at your favorite place. For us, this weekend, that important, celebrated milestone was our 10 month anniversary.
Here’s what I think happened: O saw a couple pieces of jewelry on Groupon or LivingSocial or something that he wanted to get me on a total “I’m buying her jewelry!” whim. He ordered, then, I think, decided we should have an anniversary around which to give the earrings. I come from a family of celebrators, so every month on the 5th, I squee a little and wish him happy anniversary, but that’s the extent of it, until this month. So he ordered me a little pair of earrings, announced we were having a big anniversary, and I went out on the hunt for an appropriate 10-month-anniversary gift. What? What do you get someone for 10 months together? You’ve been together long enough that you’ve unfortunately come to the realization that the other has bodily functions, but not long enough that you’re comfortable engaging in all of them in front of each other. Been together long enough that you’re content staying in watching Breaking Bad on a Friday, but not long enough that you sit on opposite ends of the couch. Long enough that you know you’re going to be together a lot, lot longer, but not long enough that that fact annoys you.
Excited about long term relationships yet? I sure as hell am!
In all actuality, O is remarkable and just about as perfect as an individual human can get. We’re pretty much as happy as a couple could get.
He took me out last night to Flight, my favorite local place, structured around serving “flights” of dishes, be they salads (watermelon feta mint slices to die for), beef (best filet OF. MY. LIFE.), or, um, chocolate. Everything, everything, is exceptional, every time we go. Unfortunately it’s a little out of a Thursday night I-don’t-feel-like-cooking-do-we-have-a-coupon-to-that-Chinese-place budget, but it’s spot-on for such a life milestone as the 10 month anniversary.
I’d happened to stop into my favorite local stupid-cheap for stupid-trendy trend pieces shop earlier the afternoon.. the dreaded, feared, and loved Forever21. Ugh! How I wish you would release thy grip on me! How I wish there were a TopShop or H&M here! However, for totally unnecessary, guilty pleasure impulse buys, Forever21 is all I’ve got. Here, body by sprints–or so it would appear–and not by rhymthic gymanstics; stupid cheap outfit by XXI.
I’m not totally happy with the top, as it looks a bit frivolous, on top of being frilly, but, today is house-switching day. Not familiar with the concept of house-switching, you say? Well! Let me enlighten you on this delightful little treasure of living together, in your own separate places. On moving day, which happens on a Saturday or Sunday every two weeks, O and I move all of our clothes, all of our toiletries, all of our fridge, almost all of our pantry items, and all of our electronics from my house to his house, or from his house to my house. Luckily, he’ll be “moving in with his dad” but “staying with me”, in a couple months, and we can abandon the hearty house-switching exercise.
The point of this drivel? Today was house-switching day, and O moved all of my clothes–ALL of them, remember–from his house to mine, while I was out shopping. Long story short, I was forced to wear something I’d just bought, otherwise I’d probably have paired the leather panel skirt with a more fitted top or loose tank.
However, this photo itself is a miracle. I’d recently learned that Emily of Cupcakes and Cashmere, from whom I have also learned all of my requisite style blogger posts, has all of her excellent photos taken by.. her husband. I mentioned this to O, with a hefty helping of guilt, so here you have it: O’s first artistic venture into photography. We’re still working out this arrangement.
The necklace is much more excellent than it appears in the photo–a geometric collar necklace with just the right amount of bling:
The shoes resulted from an unfortunate puppy learning curve. Sure, you hear your entire life that dogs will eat your shoes, and not just any shoes.. your favorite shoes, hand-picked by their freaky puppy sense for destroying things you love. Sure, you hear this your entire life, but you apparently just don’t believe it, until your freaky puppy uses her freaky puppy sense to chew up your favorite nude pumps. Depressed, but still with access to the internet, I ran across this tutorial on GreenWeddingShoes:
Possibly even the same day, I ran across this:
See where I’m going with this? So I procured some black vinyl detailing spray paint, carelessly taped off the toes and the destroyed, chewed-to-pieces heels, sprayed a few times, painted over with a clear coat, and yelled “YOU WILL NOT BRING ME DOWN!” to the puppy. She then pooped on the rug.
Tomorrow: blazers 101.0