My eyes are crossed: looking at an unhealthy amount of IKEA directions–intensely scanning the shelves for more things we need–devouring images on Pinterest for “inspiration” and design elements that don’t look so obviously Scandinavian–reading about the emotional and physical benefits of owning a pet for an article I’m writing. No joke, my eyes have been bloodshot every morning for the last five days and it’s starting to make me look suspicious.
There’s one song, though, that’s been relieving my sore and tired eyes. That’s not totally fair, because it’s on this beyond fantastic playlist that was sent over by Jack. Really, the whole playlist is to thank for the much-needed break my eyes have been earning. You see, when this song comes on (it was so deftly made the playlist’s opener) I just have to stop and jam for a minute. The break that happens at 1:34 is going to change your life for the better and finally help you understand why dancing was invented. You cannot help but move.
As I write Adam is putting together my desk, which is the last official piece of furniture that needs to be assembled. I think there is a rogue stool hiding around here somewhere, but really I think that only has decorative purposes. We’re talking function here. There is an unholy amount of cardboard and paper and plastic and stuff sitting around and it’s giving me some teen angst, but I’m a survivor so I’ll get through it. In truth, it feels a-mah-zing (RIP Happy Endings) to be in a place that is ours. Feels just as good as I thought it would. Pictures to come soon, I promise. First, do this:
A Broad At Home 