Thursday, March 31, 2011

These Days.

I was always something of a morbid kid. I was anxious and an overthinker. Whenever I was on the brink of something wonderful, like at trip, a birthday party, or time to open Christmas presents, I always had the fear that I'd be struck dead, either by an asteroid, a semi-truck, or some other likely scenario. As of late, my life is so indescribably good that, in the middle of all of these wonderful moments, I'm yet again faced with the irrational fear that I'm going to die in my sleep because life is simply too good, and something is sure to go wrong at any moment.

So yes. The subject of this insane, fearful happiness. It could have a bit to do with me attending yoga more regularly this year, or the gorgeous weather we've been having (up until last week), or it could most likely be the recent addition to my life. Anyone who may read my blog with any kind of regularly might remember a post from the end of January, where I decided to repurpose my blog, and use it as a place to over-share those funny and awkward (generally boy-and-dating related) moments that had occurred and were sure to occur during my present life. And then, less than a month after writing that post, I meet this person. This boy who I still can't wrap my brain around. I haven't been posting that much because I didn't want to get all swoony and fawny and then jinx the whole thing. But then, I thought, "Screw it."

So hear I am, throwing caution to the wind to ramble a bit about this boy who I met on the cheesiest of all holidays--Valentine's Day. I was supposed to meet a friend at a F*** Valentine's Party so we could check out the Stripsters, but she never showed. I have never in my life been more happy to be stood up. It's funny that we only met then, because everyone in Charleston knows there's this point where you feel like you've seen and met everyone in town that there is to meet. Yet, over the course of this time in Charleston, going to the same shows and events and even the wedding of a mutual friend, we never made the connection until the right moment. Thank you, Cupid? Aphrodite? Baby Jesus?

Basically, I'm constantly marveling at this boy who is a crazy fit to this checklist-of-sorts, who is wildly adorable, who makes me laugh constantly, who sings songs in my house with the windows open and the curtains blowing, who loves thrifting almost as much as me, who adores my friends and has great ones himself, who likes to take long and meandering walks, who calls my dog a Muppet, who is talented and driven, who will spend entire Sundays watching bad television with me, who has the cutest kitten of all time, who owns a vintage typewriter, who quotes ee cummings, who whispers in the dark, who makes me so happy that a small part of me thinks that an asteroid is going to strike me dead.

In short, life is good. Damn good.

Monday, March 28, 2011

A completely unbiased music plug:



I especially dig "Stay on the Ground." 

Monday, March 21, 2011

Friday, March 18, 2011

Preparing.








Hope to see everyone out at Lowcountry Artist Market tomorrow! seek vintage is totally Springed out.

Saturday, March 12, 2011

Lowcountry Artist Market

It's one of my favorite times of the year again!:


If you're in Charleston next Saturday, March 19, you should stop by the Music Farm for the Lowcountry Artist Market. There will be crafts and vintage (ehem...seek vintage will be there) and art and delicious food from the Hello...My Name Is BBQ food truck (their pulled pork tacos make me sigh with delight). Plus, it's free to attend (unless you buy something)! Did I mention that seek vintage will be there?

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Monday, March 7, 2011

On the Tweeter and the YouTubes.

Updating a blarg is really difficult when real life is so much fun. Anyhow, my days as of late have been a lot of ambient Icelandic music and open windows and windstorms, and exploring, and talking so late into the evening that the chirping of the birds the next morning interrupts the conversation. It's been strolling in to work at 11am with your pals asking, "Where have you been?" But that's what life is, right? Life lulls you into a simple routine that, just as it gets so comfortable that you think you know every groove and nook by memory, it drops an adorable boy with a beautiful voice out of the atmosphere into an entertainingly trashy Valentine's party thrown by radio station and a sex shop, veering you onto a completely different path. Because that is how life is. And that's what I like about it.