As long as I’m taking pages out of Tracy’s book, let’s take a belated look at my 2015. My sister in law asked if I’d do a Best of post, and that’s usually one of my favorites of the year. But 2015 was the weirdest because #AndThenWeBoughtAHouse, except really #AndThenWeRenovatedIt. I didn’t spend much time in the kitchen. Let’s not abandon all hope for that post, but please accept this one in the meantime. In 2015…
We renovated our house. It began in January, and we moved in in June, even though it still wasn’t really finished. As such I have no gorgeous, uncluttered “after” pictures.
But anything is better than the before, right? This is what the kitchen used to look like. At least it got good light. And I mean, it was white, which is on trend.
But the original kitchen was not meant to be, and when they knocked the wall down in prep for the new pantry, I learned what the human version of the heart-eyes emoji looks like.
The (Not So) New Girl and Ali split a milkshake on a fake snow day. The group text, which is comprised of these two + CV(D) + me, met up for lunches on a lot of fake snow days. Come on, winter, cooperate with us this year!
I celebrated Sous Chef Lauren’s birthday with a cooking class with her family and lots (and lots and lots) of wine. This year’s plan involves birthday cake French toast. We’re trying to decide if it’s gross, or totally worth it. Leaning towards the latter, of course.
We learned that when you live with your parents or in-laws, as the case may be, you will be in desperate need of a getaway by the time the weather starts looking a little sunnier. So we took one. The Little Jennie Hat came too.
And when we returned, my sorority celebrated its 75th birthday at Maryland. That was the last time I wore my Knockaround x Chubbies sunnies. They broke the next day. Sad. Face. (I still haven’t thrown them out. I love them too much.)
I bought an $8 phone cover, dropped my phone when I picked it up with freezing cold fingers, and cracked the screen for the first time in my life. You know that commercial where the guy has shards of glass in all his fingers because he cracked his phone screen but kept trying to text? That commercial speaks the truth.
AGOMYR, Hey Girl Hey, and myself continued an age-old, late night tradition that involves mucho dancing, and that I hope will never die.
And The (Not So) New Girl, CV(D), and myself continued a road trip tradition that I also hope will never die. Especially as long as it involves Parmesan fries at the burger place where we always stop.
I finally got to see a real ballet. It was everything I wanted it to be. I want to see 80 more.
And Sous Chef Lauren came to cheer on the Phillies with me. Funny story–someone we knew spotted my husband at this game, but didn’t say hello. Why? Because my husband was not sitting with me, and he was a little afraid of who the girl next to my husband might be (I was like, three seats over).
Our blessed moving day finally arrived, and we started fetching things out of our storage unit. Dear readers, when I say our blessed moving day finally arrived, I do not mean our house was finished, I just mean we were ready to be living in it. So we lived in it. Well, in the smallest bedroom in it.
Our niece was born in June. She’s adorable. I helped put those socks on her hands. I know what’s up.
Let’s not forget about the house, dear readers. Having the counters installed was a bit of a headache, as the counter people arrived early, didn’t wait for anyone to be home and give them the go ahead, and went ahead anyway and installed polished marble. When we asked for honed. Two honings later, we loved the result. But I loved it the most.
On a quick trip up to NYC, we ran into our neighbors from back in the DAY! Like, used to live across the street from us, best childhood friends neighbors. Ran into them. Smack on the street. It was a great New York moment.
I hosted Thanksgiving for 14, and promptly gave myself the stomach flu after working so hard to feed people. Whoops. I also passed it to Wooden Nickels. Double whoops.
And that left me with just enough juice left to say goodbye to 2015 with Queen Cupcake and Sous Chef Lauren. (And the photo-bombing skills of SCL’s little brother.) Cheers to 2016, dear readers. I hope it’s been good to you so far.