90 years later...

It would seem as if I'm dipping my feet back into my beloved blog home.

I took a completely random 8 months off of blogging. The last time I blogged was in January! I think it was nice to not constantly be thinking about what I need to post about next. That being said, coming back to my little space is so nice. I didn't realize how much I had missed it! It feels so...normal.

Anywho, I'm SURE you're asking yourself what I've been doing with myself. Well, if you must inquire!

-To begin with Michael and I celebrated our ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY! By going to Chicago. Oh my goodness, was it perfect. I could gush about that trip for hours. On top of frolicking around the city, we also got to visit his old stomping ground, Naperville. I can't decide which part I adored more. All of it, I adored all of it. Also, I adore Michael. But everyone already knew that!

That's probably definitely the most exciting thing I did this summer. Other than that, I worked, laid around my house, and went to Target. Typical Sophie stuff.

Oh, I also marathoned 5 seasons of Breaking Bad in a week and a half, so there's that. Pretty proud of myself for THAT one. That show gives me anxiety in the best/worst way possible.

other things that I just randomly thought of:

-Michael's family got a puppy in March, named Marcy. Yes, after Marceline from Adventure Time. She is the sweetest, silliest little bebe and I love her! My phone has more pictures of her than anything else, probably.

Aaaand we (me, Michael, Marcy, and Bizzy) spent a billion days at the dog park this summer. I'm going to miss watching them run around the park all the time when the cold months come!

I plan on slowly bringing you pretty readers even more in the loop on the happy haps of my life. Tomorrow I shall blog solely about Marcy the puppy. Don't worry about it.

nobody say we aren't photographers...well because we already know it.

it's so good to be back!

rain, rain, stay awhile. (a guide to a hoopla filled rainy day)

January is the most awful month in the whole world. WHO EVEN CAME UP WITH THIS MONTH?

There is absolutely nothing to be excited about in January. Unless you hate holidays and love the bitter cold. Then party on.

I feel as if eeeveryone has the January funk, this year. That would be all good and jolly if that was the latest dance craze (I'm sending myself to the corner for that joke) BUT. IT'S. NOT. It's lame and awful and lame and I cannot wait until February because that means Valentine's Day and that means I can throw heart shaped things at everyone. YESSSS. Last year, I wanted to karate chop every single couple holding hands apart just because I was slightly bitter. This year I still want to do it...because I still think it would be fun.

But I digress. A lot.

This particular January has been especially weird because the weather has been flinging itself around. Just a week ago, it was snowing. Today it was in the 60s and stormy, yesterday it was SEVENTY. Whaaaa? I don't know. Apparently January forgot it was January and is trying to be March. YOU'RE NEVER GOING TO BE MARCH, JANUARY. NEVER.

Anyways. Put on some warm socks (this phrase is in no way a thing, but I'm making it a thing) because I have compiled as list of ways to handle January's insecurity. Even though there are only two days of January left. But whatever. RAINY DAY COPING MECHANISMS, GO.

(i love you, warm polka dot socks. i do.)

Basically, this includes socks (but we've already covered that...that being feet. with socks.), twinkly lights, many blankets, Arcade Fire, and a recipe for muffins. bald cupcakes.

Earl Grey Poppy Seed Muffins:

4 Earl Grey Tea bags (or about 4 tsp loose tea leaves)
(1 cup) milk
(2 1/2 cups) self-raising flour
(3/4 cup) sugar
1 tbsp poppy seeds
(1 stick plus 1 more tbsp) butter, melted
2 eggs, lightly whisked
To glaze or serve: marmalade or apricot jam

First of all, preheat that oven to 350°F and line a 12-hole cupcake pan with liners, OR folded squares of baking paper, if you want to get all fancy. Then warm the milk until it's almost boiling in a small saucepan, add tea bags, and set aside to infuse and cool. Place the flour, sugar and poppy seeds in a large mixing bowl and stir to combine. Add the milk/tea mixture, butter, and eggs and use a whisk to gently combine until smooth. After you spoon the batter into the cupcake pan, put the pan in the oven and have a 25 minute Arcade Fire dance party. THIS IS ESSENTIAL TO THE INTEGRITY OF THE MUFFINS. I REPEAT, ESSENTIAL. Try your best not to over-dance/over-bake them because they will explode. Not really, but you WILL have some dry muffins. Ain't nobody got time for that.
Finally, spread some apricot jam on those muffins and prepare to never want to eat anything else ever again. Seriously. 


After you have sufficiently stuffed yourself with muffins, I recommend curling up in your nest of a bed, turning on all the strings of fairy lights you have in your room, listening to the rain/ thunder, and taking a nap/ watching a movie. 

I wish I could marry my bed. 

And THAT is how you handle a rainy, not snowy, day in JANUARY. (let me reiterate that you need to pull yourself together, January.) I'm ready for you February. Valentine's Day and the anticipation of spring, HERE I COME! 




currently, I am...

loving: this weirdo transition my life has been in the last two weeks. Nothing worth noting has happened, but  boy do I feel it. Although I have been loving it, I also hate it times two.

reading: Franny and Zooey... I'm completely loving it so far, but I expect nothing less from J.D. Salinger. note: I'm still chugging along on The Hobbit, as well. I forgot about it for awhile, but I'm going to give it another go.

watching: Downton Abbey! The new season's started, and I've already fallen behind. Tonight has consisted of a marathon, and ohmygoodgollygosh, IS IT GOOD. Also, Chinese food. I ordered it tonight and hello good life choice.

anticipating: springspringspring. Winter has always been my absolute favorite season, but this year that isn't so. I'm so completely over it. I'm in a wintery slump. Bring on the spring weather!

listening to: oh, let me take this opportunity to present you lovelies with a PLAYLIIIISTTTT!

planning: You know, I'm more of a "fly by the seat of my pants" type of gal. ;) no but really.

working on: cleaning out my closet. RIDDING MYSELF OF CLUTTER. If only I wasn't severely attached to every single thing I own. This is bad.

wishing: to settle back into a groove. I had such a good one going, and then the holidays came and I haven't been able to settle into a new one! And I've just felt so OFF. HOLIDAYS, YOU THREW OFF MY GROOOVEEE.

Also, I want to apologize for my lack of blogging.... if my life were more interesting maybe I would have something to blog about. SIIIGH. I blame winter.

moins et plus.

Things I need to do less of:
biting my nails
picking at my cuticles
being a crankypants
talking about myself
making mountains out of molehills
eating DAIRY (maybe I should be vegan again. YES.)
buying things
being lazy

Things I need to do more of:
reading books
eating healthy
having solo dance parties
appreciating myself and my lovely little life
doing laundry
shaving my legs (ew gross, self)
throwing things away
being satisfied with what I have
keeping my room tidy
blogging more (ahem...)
practicing being a better daughter, sister, girlfriend, etc... basically just the best version of myself possible.
having more silly photoshoots, shamelessly. it's good for the soul.
making a conscious effort to be happy...
i'm learning that sometimes that doesn't just come,
even if you have the most fabulous circumstances.

also, this is my first blog post of the year.
2012 went by a little too fast for my taste.
2013, I hope you are as kind to me as 2012 was. 
We really were grand old friends, last year and I.

conversational meows.

You guys, it happened again. I had a moment with an animal last night. I'm beginning to think I'm the second coming of Eliza Thornberry or something.

Last night, as Michael and I were walking into his house, I spotted a cat across the street. So naturally...I meowed at it. And Michael was like, I think it just meowed back at you. I didn't hear it, so of course I meowed again. And it meowed. And I meowed. And it meowed. And we carried on like this for like FIVE MINUTES, just meowing back and forth. And then Michael tried meowing...and my kitty friend just stared. And then I meowed again after this... and it meowed AGAIN. It had a conversation with me and completely snubbed Michael. HA! It would start to walk away and then I would meow again and it would stop and turn around and meow. I just hope my meows were nice meows and I wasn't unknowingly telling it that it's mother is fat and has a catnip problem.

Let's not talk about the fact that I stood in my boyfriend's driveway conversationally meowing with a cat for a good five minutes.

p.s. I think I just beat the record for "most times using 'meow' in a blog post." I would like a plaque and an honorary place in the crazy cat lady hall of...meows.