It’s also rainy, warm, cloudy, sunny, snowy, humid, and downright bipolar! Welcome to the Midwest…or Southwest…or Northwest, or really Any-west, as I feel that everyone, no matter where they’re from says the same thing about their bipolar weather. “That’s *name a state* weather for ya!”

I hope you’ve had a wonderful Thanksgiving Holiday, and that you are having fun preparing for Christmas! I myself am a Christmas girl, but amidst the chaos of wedding planning, Christmas isn’t getting my undivided affections. Or it could just be that all of my affections are being directed at my dear man…which is okay too.

My Thanksgiving was full of food, family, fun and frolicking. I ate more than I should. Yet, as much as I wanted to know how much I gained over my gorging, under no circumstances will I step onto Grandmothers scale. It seems like a harmless tool to begin with, until it suddenly starts broadcasting your weight to the world in a loud, booming voice. Basically screaming “YOU ATE TOO MUCH”…so yeah…that wasn’t on my bucket list for that week! I’ll just settle for the fact that my jeans still fit (and my wedding dress too!), so I should be good.

The after Thanksgiving news only elaborates that I am a normal girl working 40 hours a week, who is also planning a wedding (36 days ya’ll!), and pretending that someday I’ll be famous for doing what I love, all the while making my life look like I always do my hair, makeup and get dressed, but in reality just reside in PJ’s, drinking coffee and typing words that enamor the world. Actually, just kidding. Even if my words enamored anyone, I’ll still have to get dressed because my new future home is placed in the dead center of a conference center and camp. So no matter what, I’ll have to step outside at some point and be greeted by 1000 youth of all ages who would rather not see me in my yoga pants and messy buns.
As a random story, when I turned the tender age of twelve, the awkward time in every girls life, my existence was made all the more traumatizing by waking up to find my hair decided to be curly. Seriously, it was an overnight ordeal. And now, instead of just being a normal, awkward, oily-zit-faced, twelve year old, we also added a lion’s mane to the mix. Eleven years later I have finally figured out how to rock the curly top and also make everyone jealous of it too! Reason #1 why you wish you had curly hair? When I wake up in the morning, with a messy bun on my head I say to myself “meh. 30 minutes till work? This ‘do will do”…and I walk out the door. Sometimes with yesterday’s make up just touched up. I’m pretty low maintenance…and yet…even with the very messy bun on my head, everyone always says “Laurel! Your hair looks SO good today!”…now, whether they really mean it, or are just trying to find something about my odd ensemble to compliment I’m not sure…but we’ll just say they are being sincere.
I’m really not sure where that story came into play…I think it was because I said something about messy buns…anyway, I’m done here for now! I’ll share my last two weeks in pictures below for your previewing!
Until next time, have a LOVELY week!

Laurel, The Lovely.