I found this great tutorial on how to make a DIY cardigan using long-sleeved t-shirts. It turned out that I had several ill-fitting shirts in my closet that I don't wear, and in just a few minutes, I'd repurposed them into cardigans! They're perfect for cool nights out on our porch.

Mismatched wine glasses and plates were one of my favorite parts of our wedding. It was tempting to want to keep them all for sentimental reasons, but we're definitely running out of storage space in our new apartment! Plus, when would one realistically use 50 vintage plates? As much as it broke my heart just a little, it definitely made sense to try to resell our wedding dishes. I ended up compromising by saving a number of my very favorite glasses and plates. It was fun going through them one last time this weekend! My mom did all the work in acquiring the dishes in Sioux Falls, and I never quite got to soak in the beauty of the collection as a whole in the whirlwind that was our wedding weekend.

I saved one glass that had an etched cursive letter H on the side. There's definitely this thrifting treasure hunting moment where you realize this item must be yours, and you almost want to turn to the stranger next to you at the thrift store just to ask them if they'll mind giving you a high five. I imagined my mom coming across this glass and getting so excited at just how perfect it would be on our big day.

In any case, our lovely collection was taking over a good part of our computer room, so we decided to sell them through Craigslist this week. We found a couple getting married at the groom's cousin's ranch in August who are now the proud owners of our entire collection. They're serving barbeque, and she's wearing his grandmother's dress! When they came by to pick up the glasses and plates tonight, the bride-to-be said she's really into antiques and thrifting, and that she loves things with character. We wished them well and said our goodbyes, and I realized that our wedding dishes found a very good home.

I was just looking through my stash of puppy pictures, and came across this picture of Roxie which was taken on the first day we brought her home. She's such a sweet dog. A little timid, we think in part as a result of her first few months. She and her litter mates were dumped in an overnight receiving bin at a dog shelter in New Mexico when they were barely 8 weeks old. If the owners thought abandoning a bunch of helpless puppies at a shelter during the night was appropriate, we speculate that the puppies didn't get a lot of nurturing in their first few months. The dogs at that particular shelter are actually kept outside in kennels made from chain link fences, and it really gets kind of cold at night in the New Mexico desert, so not great accomodations. The puppies were on death row in the shelter, so a rescue group from Denver drove down and literally saved their lives.

My husband treated me to a wonderful birthday dinner out on our patio last night, complete with a lovely chocolate cake from the Mermaid Bakery. 33 feels much like 31 and 32- fairly uneventful, yet creeping closer to middle age. The thirties, overall, have been really wonderful, though. Like there's this wonderful sense of comfort that I wish I'd experienced in my twenties.

I'm feeling very introspective these days. I feel like I need to create, like something big needs to spill out, but also feel like it's not quite time.







Brandon got me tickets to the musical Wicked for my birthday. It made me cry, in a happy way.

There's a recap of the bachelorette party night over on my wedding blog for anyone who would like to check it out.