Monthly Archives: October 2012

My last couple of runs

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I got this.

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Yet another Craigslist dresser makeover

So you may recall that my name is Kelly, and that I have a problem. Specifically, I went through a dark period in my life when I spent too much time and money on Craigslist, buying furniture to revamp. You saw a dresser, a desk, and a chair, and I’m pretty sure I mentioned a second dresser.

Well, for about 30 bucks in the spring, I picked up this lovely brandless mid century dresser from a young doctor who was preparing their house for a new baby and needed to shed some stuff from the space.

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The top was a thick laminate. Not a veneer, really, but a photograph of wood covered in plasticky varnish. Like the stock table tops your public elementary school likely had in the art room or the library. It. Was. Ugly. And not quite removable. Ok, challenge numero uno accepted.

It was a nice wood veneer over the rest of the piece, which is typical for the period. But, also typical of the period was the light, almost pecan tone to the wood. Not really our taste, and almost too MCM. Challenge numero dos, accepted.

And I was iffy about the brass-ness of the pulls. Potential challenge numero tres, potentially accepted.

I had grand plans to redo this baby over the summer, but I was lazy and it was le tres hot out. So it waited until like 2 weeks ago…Columbus Day weekend. Which, you’ll note, is not summer. My b.

So we decided on a dark, less MCM and more traditional stain in a satin finish. I used Minwax stain and poly combo in Bombay Mahogany. The top–which could not be removed or stained–was sanded and given two coats of Rustoleum high gloss black latex paint. It actually ended up being pretty matte, which we liked in the end. And those brasstastic pulls? Steve voted that we leave them in their weathered old state. So we did. And they are brass kickin ‘.

So, the dresser is up in its nook at the top of the stairs now. It looks much better than any plaid-blanket-draped dog crate ever could.

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I don’t have any more Craigslist finds stashed around the house, so this ends the Tale of Kelly’s Craigslist Dresser Addiction.

…But I do have a project planned for the lamp that will sit on this dresser. So stay tuned for that.

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Instagramariffic

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My dad enjoying a very pink strawberry margarita for his birthday

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The electric pumpkin my parents hang up every Halloween…I think as a joke…?

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Rainy day cuddle pups

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…that is my butt. This skirt makes it look like I have a monster face on.my.butt.

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A post-run recap from last week

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The course for my chosen 5k

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Just sayin’ hey

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This is a pizza strip, also known as Rhode Island’s own manna from on high

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Today’s post-run recap

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Really, Target? This is wedding cake? Mmmkkk…

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Tonight’s dinner. Not pictured, gallons of wine

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And here’s what running means to me.

Cue thoughtful, borderline self-important post.

Well, it is a lot of things. Sure, it’s exercise, and it is a “thing” to do, but it’s more than that too.

It’s all about the schwag.

The surest way to get me involved in something is to let me buy a whole bunch of things for it. Shopping and getting new stuff = I get excited. I hate to let perfectly good, new, matching running clothes go to waste in my dresser. So, remember when I said that I was probably going to like running because it demanded very little? That is probably true. But, see, I’ve met me. And a new hobby for me required buying all the things. All the possibly required things. Like what?, you ask. Well, I can answer that (Steve don’t read this part. It involves me spending a lot of money).

Most of my running clothes come from Target. That’s because most of my life comes from Target, but also because I’ve always been a fan of their workout wear. It is well made and very functional, inexpensive, and looks good. So, to date, I’ve probably acquired: 3 pairs of running tights, 6 tanks, 3 sleeved tops/pullovers, and 6 sports bras. My other favorite store for everything/this is TJ Maxx, where I’ve managed to pick up a great pair of Nike running shoes (…the ones actually recommended for my feet!), excellent Saucony running socks, and a tights/pullover “set” (they just happen to match, they are not Garanimals) of Nike microfleece-lined cold weather gear. I bought some armband thing for my iPhone and head phones that cover the ear and go behind my head. I even bought little clip-on flashing red lights for running at night (I run on the road in a well-traveled area where people just happen to be awful drivers).

What’s still on my list? A vest of some sort, and a very lightweight rain jacket. And as a gift to myself when I finally do finish this program, a new pair of running shoes. I’ll even go to a fancy running store and get fitted. What. <—big deal over here.

If I keep things all pre-outfitted in my workout clothes drawer, I have even less of an excuse to not run. The outfit is there, I have to run. Sometimes, I wear my “diamond” tennis bracelet when I run (…I’ve been wearing it all day, most likely) so I can feel like a rich don’t-have-to-work-yet-I-went-to-an-Ivy mom who gets to work out during the day, between pilates and tennis.

…It helps.

It’s all in my head.

I keep asking myself why I haven’t quit yet. Defeatist and pessimistic, sure, but that’s me. I’m amazed that I haven’t quit yet. I mean, hell, I stopped for two weeks and I had myself convinced that I would end up quitting then. I should be clear—I didn’t want to quit, and I had no intention of quitting, but I was sure I would quit. I’m my own worst enemy, for real. I’m the only jerk boo-ing herself on.

But it’s not always like that. When I’m out there, I am a huge dork and I cheer myself on. Sometimes, it’s out loud. Sometimes it’s just a little fist pump or it’s the song doing the cheering. And I am all pumped up when I’m done. Is this that “runner’s high” you always hear about? Or is it just, ya know, the natural side effect of the opposite of sitting on my ass? I do not know. Hell, sometimes, I hit that 2:30pm point in my workday when I realize I only have an hour and half left…and I get excited to run? What the hell? That’s so not me. Well, I should say, I guess that is not who I am anymore. I don’t know. That seems awfully philosophical for something that I haven’t finished yet.

It actually dawned on me that half the battle here is mental. Um, duh. Steve and I took the dogs to the park one day, and I ran while they made dog friends. It was an excellent run. I revisited my last pretty unsuccessful run that I ran right before we left for our trip (…right before I took two weeks off). I kicked that run’s ass, and I was proud of myself. While we were driving out of the park, I parted the dogs’ heads so I could see Steve and I said something like “it’s all mental, huh?” He looked puzzled, so I continued. “Running. It’s, like, all mental, right? That’s not weird, right?” And he sort of chuckled and agreed, as if I had just revealed to him a recent discovery that the sky is blue, grass is green, and everybody poops (NB: I do not, that is gross). I explained to him that my block—my wall—comes when I get bored, or when I stop thinking that I can do it, not when my calves ache or my breath is short, or sweat is stinging my eyes. He said “….yeah.” Like, duh. That’s apparently the allure of this running thing, I guess. It’s a big fricken Sudoku puzzle that burns calories.

So what gets me through one of the [right now, embarrassingly short] runs? Honestly, I zone out. I’m apparently not one of these deep thinking runners, solving world hunger and writing poetry. My brain is basically given permission to change channels near constantly, flitting from Jennifer Aniston’s engagement to rehashing other peoples’ bad driving moves on my commute. I would be lying to you if I said that I didn’t occasionally imagine a skinnier Kelly in some excellent outfit that simply does not dream of coming in a size 14 … you know, just to keep myself motivated. Also, I’ve noticed that my evening runs—always before I eat—occasionally end with me thinking about what I would like to eat. The other day, it was a big ole’ platter of oysters. Yes.

It’s not over.

Let’s be clear. I am running like 8 minutes at a time at the most right now. A runner, I am not. I have a long way to go (…3.1mi to be precise). But I’ll get there. I’ll look fabulous in my running outfits/jewelry and I’ll have a puzzled look on my face, but I’ll get there.

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It is so decreed.

Blogging hiatus (read: I’m lazy and boring but busy) over. It is official, I have so decreed it.

Our veggie CSA is winding down at the end of the month. It’s been another nice season, but the wonky weather had its effect. Looking forward to some butternut squash tonight!

Meat CSA is going along nicely, and we’ve signed up for the winter CSA too. I’m more excited about winter because I’m more apt to actually luxuriate in the cooking process when it’s blustery outside and there’s a fire going in the living room. I have big plans for a stewing hen this week…making transvestite coq au vin. Get it?! Ha.

I have some small-scale around-the-house projects I’ll update on soon, too. I wish I could say I’ve been productive…but it just ain’t so. Most of my housey productivity has been in the past week, including re-covering this storage bench (this is the after):

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I have been busy with our new puppy, Edith! She and Agnes are getting along nicely, but they are not without their fierce sisterly spats. As my cousin said, upon learning that our second dog would also be a girl, “bitches be bitches, yo.” This is one of the few times they are all cuddles and unicorn phlegm:

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…this is the other side of that:

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(Agnes is such an instigator)

I’m still chugging along with C25k. I had to take about two weeks off for travel and a new puppy and some achy old lady knees, so I went back to where I left off and am about to start w5d1. Schmutzy weather has been making it difficult, but I’m really happy with the program and I’m damn proud of myself for sticking with it and kicking its ass (…in my own humble and completely biased opinion). I’m still posting my progress on Instagram and I’ve found a great slew of other c25k-ers who encourage me to get out there and keep running. I switched apps and started using Nike + Running, so my progress shots look more like this now:

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Halloween is fast approaching, and I’ll be finishing decorating the house this weekend. I love making jack o lanterns (or, as Rhode Islanders say it, “jack a lan’ins”). Mostly because I can eat the leftovers. #fatfallproblems So far, this is all I have:

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I’ll be back with some updates and pictures, promise. I swear. I’ve actually got a lot of interesting, blog-worthy things coming up, so I should, ya know, blog about them. Duh.