This weekend was a much-needed respite from my few days of loneliness. On Thursday and Friday I sat in on a class for work, and I'm not sure why but I have a terrible time focusing in an LVC (online class) so I tend to get easily distracted by Twitter, Facebook, and Instagram. I made it though and got a lot of good information.
Also, I drew some shower art on one of our breaks so that Robbie would have something fun to see when he comes home.
Finally the class ended on Friday, just in time for my sister Ashleen and my niece to arrive at my door. I stuffed my niece full of icing-covered brownies (like a good aunt should) and we were off on our way to my mother's house, who was watching Brielle for the weekend, to meet up with Megan.
My sister Megan, as most of you know, has an adorable little studio in Boston that I rather enjoy visiting when 1) I want to see her and/or 2) want a taste of city life. Now that my niece is older and it's easier for Ashleen to leave her with family for extended periods, we've been trying to hang out at Megan's and enjoy time together.
On the first day we went to IKEA and holy schnikees you guys, why didn't anyone tell me how amazing it is?! I wanted every goofy little room setup we saw. The most exciting part of the trip, however, was that I found a new table for Robbie and I. Our current table is a hand-me-down, is ugly, and is rather big and obnoxious to transport. We thought it'd be perfect to buy one at IKEA since the boxes are compact and easy to move. I don't have a picture of the table but you can see it here.
By far the strangest development of the day, though, was the temperature. If you don't live in the Northeast, let me stress to you that it never gets into the 60s in January. Honestly I think this has literally happened one other time in my life.
And though 60 degrees feels pretty cold in August, let me tell you that it feels downright tropical in January.
Anyway that night we went out to a little restaurant called Davoli's and got yummy drinks and delicious food. My dad had texted us earlier asking us casually where we were going, and used that information to call the restaurant and pay for our meal. How sweet is that, right?! I love my dad.
Also, check out how much of a classy bitch I am.
I know, I know, pictures aren't all the same width.
On Sunday we did lots of shopping which was bad for my bank account but great for my closet. I just love H&M, as a side note.
Ashleen and I got back to my house late, made dinner and crashed with my niece. She left early this morning for work and I've been sitting in on yet another class, in between folding laundry, closet-purging and trying on a few of my new outfits:
Birds on belted dresses? Ironic "vintage" sweatshirts? I'm such a hipster.
Anyway, it was a lovely weekend spent with two of my very favorite people. I'm really going to miss them when I leave for Santa Fe, especially because Ashleen hates planes and likely won't be in a hurry to come visit me.
I'm leaving for the airport in about an hour to pick up my husband. He did very well at Fire Camp and made a few new friends, just as I expected him to, but he is more than ready to come home. He told me it felt a lot like Basic training and he feels like he's been away from home for months. I wholeheartedly concur.
Well friends, I hope you had a lovely weekend and an even better week ahead.