tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51516814873305582222024-02-02T13:53:17.508-06:00beetlebaileyUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger237125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151681487330558222.post-4234632572753005732014-02-04T15:08:00.002-06:002014-02-04T15:08:24.352-06:00Psst.. I'm over <a href="http://thgrowup.blogspot.com/">here</a>.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151681487330558222.post-1628404747816292872013-08-16T20:02:00.003-05:002013-08-16T20:41:51.243-05:00holiday<object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" height="120" id="gsPlaylist8951309394" name="gsPlaylist8951309394" width="640"><param name="movie" value="http://grooveshark.com/widget.swf" /><param name="wmode" value="window" /><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /><param name="flashvars" value="hostname=grooveshark.com&playlistID=89513093&p=0&bbg=707070&bth=707070&pfg=707070&lfg=707070&bt=ffffff&pbg=ffffff&pfgh=ffffff&si=ffffff&lbg=ffffff&lfgh=ffffff&sb=ffffff&bfg=666666&pbgh=666666&lbgh=666666&sbh=666666" /><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://grooveshark.com/widget.swf" width="640" height="120"><param name="wmode" value="window" /><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /><param name="flashvars" value="hostname=grooveshark.com&playlistID=89513093&p=0&bbg=707070&bth=707070&pfg=707070&lfg=707070&bt=ffffff&pbg=ffffff&pfgh=ffffff&si=ffffff&lbg=ffffff&lfgh=ffffff&sb=ffffff&bfg=666666&pbgh=666666&lbgh=666666&sbh=666666" /><span><a href="http://grooveshark.com/search/playlist?q=holiday%20Bailey%20Tann" title="holiday by Bailey Tann on Grooveshark">holiday by Bailey Tann on Grooveshark</a></span></object></object>
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There is no easy way to ease into a long and complicated post about why I'm leaving this blog. There is just jumping right into the scary news that I am leaving it behind. And also explaining that (if you haven't learned by now) I changed my mind nearly every other week, if not every other day. But the constant in this situation is the feeling that something is off. Something about this blog is not the way I want it to be. I started blogging when I was fifteen. And it's not that I am ashamed of my fifteen year old self or this blog I've created, It's just that I am... different. I want to go different places with this blog, and honestly, I haven't quite figured out just where. But I have finally realized, through a thousand different blog designs and post trials, that I need a new foundation to start from. A new place. A clean fresh new slate to build up. Because a solid foundation is necessary for any good structure, right? </div>
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I am a toss up of relieved and incredibly disappointed. This is my creative outlet, a bit wobbly at times but it serves it's purpose. It let's me share what inspires me and connects me to other bloggers. And I love that. I love having my own space on the internets with my own contributions and my own thoughts.. but I've been doing it wrong. I've been doing it wrong and on a wobbly foundation. And that is why it also nags me. "Post something..." it whispers as I'm in the middle of a book or work. "You're a terrible blogger!" is says when I'm out of ideas and busy with other projects. I want it to flow easy. I want it to be fun again. I want a good idea of what my space is all about- the jumble of things is giving me a headache. So this is why this space is coming to an end.</div>
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I am afraid to give any solid date, afraid to share where this new blog will be hosted. I haven't figured all of that out just yet. I might stay here on blogger. Or I might move on to discover other platforms. I can't promise anything really. The very latest I would like to be up and running is the first of the new year. January of 2014. It all depends on school and work and what apartment owning will be like while balancing the two. And also on how soon I figure out just where I am going with this new place. I will spend this time reading and studying blogs, getting a feel of my own. I will continue (and improve on!!!!) commenting on my favorites and trying to reach out to my readers on their own blogs. I want to completely submerge myself back into the blog world, because frankly, I've nearly left it. But I will be back! I will be back and I will share all of the new here in case anyone is still waiting. And I'm not going to come back a completely different person- I wont go through an awkward "this is the way I am and that way is super hip or super gangsta" phase. It will still be me but hopefully a little more attentive. </div>
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I thank every single one of you who is still reading. And everyone who has before. I loved reading all of your comments and finding your online spaces. It was so nice to know that even in my (extremely) inconsistent blog scheduling, there were still people who wanted to stick around. I hope you all will whenever I get my shits figured out. If you want to keep in touch, I'll still be on my other social media accounts. Feel free to follow me/friend me on any or all of them & say hello. </div>
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Instagram: <a href="http://instagram.com/baileytann">baileytann</a></div>
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Twitter: <a href="https://twitter.com/#%21/BaileyTann">baileytann</a></div>
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Pinterest: <a href="http://pinterest.com/beetlebailey/">beetlebailey</a><br />
Tumblr: <a href="http://beet-le.tumblr.com/">beet-le</a> (I might use this more now to share photos and other junk that has no place now.)</div>
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You could even friend me on Facebook If you'd like (<a href="https://www.facebook.com/baileytann">Bailey Tann</a>). I'm trying to feel my way back into it now that my place to share is on holiday. </div>
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Oh and don't forget my <a href="https://www.etsy.com/shop/beetleshop">etsy shop</a>! I'm going to stick around <a href="https://www.etsy.com/shop/beetleshop">there</a> for awhile.<br />
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*dr who spoiler if you haven't made it to season 3 because you're just jumping on the wagon like me. It's a good wagon to jump!!!*</div>
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I dedicate the next few months to Rose Tyler, because I'm only on season four of Dr. Who and I am still sad that she's in a parallel universe not traveling with the doctor. gaaaaaah somebody help me with this loss ! Also I apologize if i ruined that for you. You have every reason to be angry with me. I'm going to add a spoiler alert to avoid all of that. </div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151681487330558222.post-63178606358225574472013-07-27T11:35:00.002-05:002013-07-27T18:01:06.309-05:00lifesI think I forgot to mention that I am without wifi. And phone data is very limited. Two weeks ago when I accepted that I might not get internet for a month I forgot that LIFE WOULD END. No I'm kidding. Sort of. My most missed love is Netflix and currently I am sitting at my parents sucking all the wifi and Netflix that I may never again see. A very opportune time to share a little more of the changes around here. The more I take pictures the more I feel like I actually live here.<br />
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Simon (this beautiful orange/cardboard colored cat) has been a mopey baby lately. He hides under the bed most of the time and has refused to communicate in his normal baby mews. I think it might be the move and the realization that he isn't going back to his basement life. Someone help me cheer this poor baby up!<br />
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hey friends who are still sticking around here- Thank you for hanging in while I figure things out. This blog has always been photo heavy and I am never going to change that. There will always be posts full of meaningless photos that I can share with eyes other than my own but I'm figuring out the middle posts too. Middle posts. You wait.<br />
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Hello two weeks later. It's probably nice seeing something other than my crotch at the top of the page, right? I had an extremely eventful two week hiatus that started with the news that the apartment I was to move into was no longer available. This should be bad news, but it wasn't. Following the bad I found out another apartment in the same location with a (nearly) identical floor-plan was available WHENEVER. So Jeffrey and I, while on our vacation at the lake decided we should probably just move in the very next weekend. Six days later.</div>
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We started/finished packing immediately, set up all of our services, cleaned and painted the crap out of the apartment, and ran into a series of issues along the way that almost shut the entire move down, but it happened. Jeffrey and I have been sleeping here for a week and it still doesn't seem real. I am dying over the amount of space that is mine to decorate (and Jeff's if he really wants a say) and make my own and to share with our cat roommates. Like this porch that each of us love the most (us and cats). </div>
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I feel like it has been awhile since I have written more than two sentences on here, even longer has it been that I'm sharing something I've been chewing on. It's a little of this and a little of that.<br />
It was my fourth FOURTH of July with Jeffrey. Each year we've been together doing a mixture of waking up, grilling, watching fireworks, & shooting off fireworks. So yesterday was a pretty typical fourth but with more family, more memories. And I FINALLY made these shorts^^. I've been thinking about them forEVER. Putting thoughts into action, folks.<br />
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So far this summer I have had a terrible relationship with my camera. I pick her up every once in a while. I snap a few photos. I set her down, and pick her up a week later. THIS IS NOT THE WAY TO LIVE. Photography is my passion. The one thing I have to show for my hours of time spent dreaming of mastering a camera. It's really the reason this blog exists. In between the short stories and quick updates and the little DIYs I love sharing snippets of life. It makes me better. It documents my life. It helps me share with humans who I would otherwise never get to share with. So when I'm not picking up my camera, this place barely has a purpose. And that causes an extreme anxiety in me because I'm letting two things I really love slip between the cracks of working most of the week and spending time preparing to get out of here. And I feel like I'm here a lot. And I don't want to be, and I need a change. I need my creativity to take the wheel again and let everything else fall behind. I mean I have exciting things going on right now. I could be sharing between breaths. I'm having thoughts on top of thoughts lately. I could be sharing those too. I need to be sharing thoughts about how the GOD DAMN DIRECTION OF MY BLOG still stresses me out. (Why! Why is that an issue! It's like a blogger-created anxiety that doesn't really exist.)<br />
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This post isn't about that, though. It's just about talking about the lack of that and the lack of everything and sharing that hey guys, I'm about to be an "art student" and it's freaking me out everyday to the point that I am scared of even doing anything creative because I will tell myself how much it sucks. It's a battle between to parts of me- one that is dying to get my hands doing something, and the other that would really rather work or run from the issue. Because what if nothing is there? What If I put my pen to my pad and all I can doodle are naked women. And fruits and stick figures. I have SO MUCH I want to accomplish. A stack of books sits in my corner waiting. Sewing projects pile up to my right. Fresh journal and sketchpads are staring me in the face and all I do is avoid it all.<br />
I guess I'm on a journey to figure out how to just DO. Finding motivation, purpose. It's one of those self-anxiety things that shouldn't exist, but I'm making it. I will fall into my groove. I just have to find it first. So that's where I am lately and my brain isn't always on this self-destructive slur of thoughts. It comes and goes in little waves as I choose television over a book.<br />
BUT. Fourth of July was a great break and I snapped a very few photos of the people that made it that way. So to wrap this serious rant up, I will share.<br />
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Guys, I got on top of some to-dos yesterday and added a lot of new items to the shop. YES! Success. I'm letting go of some of my very favorite items that sit in my closet because, as my mother says, I need to "Let someone else have a turn". So I personify my clothing and imagine that it is sad in my closet. And now it needs a home. All of it.<br />
If you ever had your eye on <a href="http://www.baileytann.com/2012/04/prompram-photos.html">this dress</a>, the time has come to <a href="https://www.etsy.com/listing/155162097/beautiful-vintage-tri-color-gown?ref=shop_home_active">add it to your collection</a>. She needs a dance to go to, or a wedding to attend, or any other excuse you have to pull her out.<br />
<a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/beetleshop">Go check it out!!</a><br />
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When I get really good that's what I'm going to call myself (Although it was so easy to come up with I'm sure there are actually Lady Longboard's out there.) After many day dreams with myself cruising easily down hills on a longboard I decided buy the board of my dreams. I can credit all of my curiosity and interest to <a href="http://tomboystyle.blogspot.com/">Tomboy Style</a> (Specifically posts like <a href="http://tomboystyle.blogspot.com/2012/11/gear-penny-skateboards.html">this</a>, <a href="http://tomboystyle.blogspot.com/2011/07/scene-carving-mountains-of-madrid.html">THIS</a>) A little reading from <a href="http://www.muchomuchobuenobueno.blogspot.com/">Buenobueno</a>, and <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zaDriMzV9wg">this Meekakitty video</a>. Soak all of that up and try to tell me that you don't want to ride yourself. Right now it doesn't really look that graceful, and it may not be as fun yet because I'm learning solo, but it will. And I will learn that going down a driveway isn't that scary. I have already learned that skating in a dress is no bueno (yes I had to learn that). I had a hole reveal my butt cheek just before these photos.<br />
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If you're in love like I am, treat yo'self.<br />
Board: $122 on <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B005NGVEFG/ref=oh_details_o00_s00_i00?ie=UTF8&psc=1">Amazon</a><br />
Pads: $11 @ Walmarts<br />
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photos by Jeff.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151681487330558222.post-41804915197626290972013-06-11T10:23:00.000-05:002013-06-11T10:23:35.921-05:00living room simulation <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/53526953@N04/9017065260/" title="Untitled by imbeetlebailey, on Flickr"><img alt="Untitled" height="425" src="http://farm4.staticflickr.com/3724/9017065260_72e87d673e_z.jpg" width="640" /></a><br />
I've spent what feels like the last month shopping for apartment items... wait. Have I even shared that we found an apartment?! This is a pretty anticlimactic way to spill the beans. But we did! It's great! We have an awesome open park right in front of our SCREENED IN PORCH. And two bedrooms. I spend my days designing it all in my head.<br />
Yesterday we found this beautiful couch in the last place we thought to look (I hate that expression. Duh.) for a great price (Thank you Cathy!). I am more than glad the hunt for a couch is over. We found a few dark stains on the upholstery, anyone have any tips on getting them out?<br />
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I finally built up the motivation to DO something. After several hours of frustration this is what I conjured up. I'm a little sad because after uploading the track is a little off from the video but it's probably one of those things that only I notice (right?). Just ignore me.<br />
I have just weeks now until I leave this room. Now that I have it documented properly it's time to start packing it all away. I've been remembering that I forget everything with time (remembering forgetting) and so I am in a panic to capture it as I will never see it quite the same again. I may continue this series with videos.. or photos.. or maybe a variety of mediums if I am willing. Enjoy this last little peek into my room, as it is and never will be again.<br />
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xoUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151681487330558222.post-9284034443324561162013-05-23T08:30:00.000-05:002013-05-23T08:30:00.700-05:00pet parents mugs DIY<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/53526953@N04/8789709776/" title="Untitled by imbeetlebailey, on Flickr"><img alt="Untitled" height="425" src="http://farm6.staticflickr.com/5444/8789709776_ed6427898e_z.jpg" width="640" /></a><br />
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Those #1 MOM & DAD mugs always look so lonely at thrift stores. They're number ones of no one anymore. I bought these with intentions of just giving them a home and pretending I was a number one mom and Jeff a number one dad but this was a better idea and we don't have to lie.<br />
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- OIL BASED Sharpie marker (I got mine at Michaels)<br />
- #1 mugs<br />
- An oven that works<br />
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Here we go: Preheat the oven to 350 F, spend a good amount of time scribbling CAT or DOG or RAT or FISH, when you mess up (you will mess up) just use a cotton swab and rubbing alcohol to wipe it all away (That giant red one on the mom mug sucked up the marker and made it difficult to wash away, take note of that.) Bake mugs on a cookie sheet or whatever for 30 minutes. Let cool completely.<br />
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BOOM.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151681487330558222.post-46217879289359224962013-05-22T11:01:00.000-05:002013-05-22T11:01:38.362-05:00bye bye beetle<div style="text-align: justify;">
Graduation has passed, thank yous are being written, and basically I have entered the "Post Highschool Life" club. I'll probably post some big sappy "this is what it feels like" post soon, but as of right now, it doesn't feel like much. (Maybe apartment hunting will spark something.) I can say that I feel that I am about to experience a completely different life than the one I've been living for.. ever. This chapter closes as I eagerly turn the page to the next. But with camera in hand, I decided to remember it all as well as I could. Document right now for future me to look back on instead of trying to piece these details together in my brain. </div>
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I'm going to share a series of photographs (videos?) on the blog within this next month that capture everything now as I remember it. Starting with my first car, the car that was my rough companion that often left me stranded, played static radio like a pro, forced me to let the wind into my car during the hottest summer ever, and never failed to smell like burning rubber/oil/mystery smells. A few weeks ago we sold my beetle and i've missed her since. Luckily I snapped these photos just in time.</div>
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All trunk items are very important. Strobe light, blankets, cups, socks, all for spontaneous curb parties.<br />
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This can really only be understood if you've been in a bug. The dash on this thing is large and I was constantly explaining it's size as my resting place. So I had to try before she was gone...<br />
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adios beetle!</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151681487330558222.post-60604382060300010532013-05-15T08:00:00.000-05:002013-05-15T08:00:01.577-05:00Senior pictures, senior yearHi things are crazy in life lately, graduating in four days, planning parties making menus taking photos designing banners, spending every last second I can enjoying the last days of my high school career. But I have plans and I dream of the summer where I can sit around blogging all the exciting things that are about to happen.<br />
Last week I squeezed in some senior photos for a friend and we caught the golden hour in it's prime. Sharing to share to say hello, I'm here, this is what I'm doing. I am alive and I am improving my photography skills. word.<br />
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My very last prom was spent with all of these crazies last night. I had a pretty good time romping around in my fancy clothes with the same friends I've always romped with. I felt way cool in my dress and my hair turned out perfect and I only spilled something on myself once. Today I only have the hairspray in my hair (That's right, I haven't showered!) and blisters on my ankles from dancing too hard to remember it.<br />
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We ate at Kobe's and I sushi'd all by myself for the first time. My new favorite is a crunch roll. Fried shrimp and spicy mayo oh ma lawd. I spent a lot of time sitting on a bright colored bus, falling all over everything every time I stood up. I heard crazy music (lols) and I admired (and laughed often) at the good time everyone was having. I danced to Nelly and the chacha slide because the DJ didn't even have Suit & Tie (right?) and I talked and had great conversations all night with awesome friends. By the end of the night I was sitting on a couch that didn't touch the floor, with street clothes and prom hair, next to my best friends.
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That's Tyler and he was nice enough to carry my camera around all day. Super dude. Also because it was kind of last minute and an awesome idea overall, I made a Minecraft flower boutonniere. Paper flower over real(not free)flower any day, especially this one. (Paper + watercolors + safety pin + hot glue + ribbon)
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And again, and with phenomenal timing, paramore released another album that is exactly what I needed to hear. It's all that I've listened to for over a week and I am more and more convinced that Hayley Williams is my best friend. I did a back flip when Brand New Eyes was released my freshman year, and used it as my number one tool to get over stupid boys. Now, as if on queue, Paramore arrives just before I graduate with lyrics holding my little girl hand. Growing up and moving on and leaving the people behind who don't matter. You think that's just coincidence! Paramore 4ever&ever.<br />
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<br>I could seriously take a few hours of your day to ramble on about how cool Hayley Williams is. I mean she's REALLY cool. I would obsess over her fashion around age thirteen and [tried really hard to] copy it. That included a lot of hit and miss punky outfits that I pieced together from hot topic and rue 21 (that I sometimes pretend don't exist) and lyrics that nurtured Bad break ups (the friend kind) and anthems for my weirdo soul painted all over all of my shirts. I experimented heavy with make-up (sigh.) and wore my high top converse with every single outfit. Heavy Hayley influence. Today I still look at photos of her and try my hardest to put the right kind of punky into my outfits, I thought of her the entire time I debated dying my hair red, and now I respect her as one of the most inspiring women I know. She oozes girl power and makes me proud to be a lady errday.<br />
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The sounds are familiar and brand new and there are even a few ukelele
medleys. It gets better each time around, so listen and listen. Favorites so far:Grow Up, Last Hope, One of Those Crazy Girls, and every single interlude.</div>
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Found these fantastic tights online for cheap cheap. (I will spill the beans soon)</div>
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Mediocre needlework consumes my fingertips lately. Moons and stars and suns and poorly done cursive. I wanna share but give me some time.</div>
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I found this book in my school library and I'm debating "losing" it. The illustrations are gorgeous and it hasn't even been looked at since 2003. It needs a home. It needs MY home. </div>
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We've had all of two warm days and I went plant crazy. Which I know is silly because I'm moving in three months and transporting plants.. I mean come on. I'm going to need an entire vehicle just to throw my greens in. But I regret nothing! I love having little greens to care for.</div>
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Life is a constant fast forward, but it feels so slow. When I look up from the chaos I have to double check the date and quickly finished up the last things on my current to do list. But when I'm submerged in the chaos, everything feels so slow and things seem like they'll never come. I guess that's probably normal. But that's lately. And I'm sorting things out now but enjoying my time. Hows April? </div>
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It was the most exciting thing ever (really?) when I realized what this lamp was capable of. This lamp was almost shipped away on my last "get rid of everything" spree. It's blah and smells dangerous when I actually have it plugged in. And so a planter was born! Elevated plants, ground plants, table plants, everywhere plants are all good things. This idea was inspired by <a href="http://www.apartmenttherapy.com/before-after-adjustable-lamps-157995">this post over here</a>. And it was easy peasy and gives everyone an excuse to by that lamp that they don't need. I didn't plan on using this lamp again so I wasn't worried about wiring and ruining it all.</div>
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Needed: Unwanted lamp, small pots without holes, and small plants.</div>
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Tips:
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- These plastic pots were perfect perfect for this lamp. I found them at Target for 98 cents!<br />
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- Make sure your cat doesn't try to take it down the moment you get it together. Because then you would have to mess her up.<br />
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It's really that easy. green is the best feeling in any room.<br />
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<i>Plants, from left to right: Sanseveria trifasciata (Gold Hahnil), Codiaeum (Croton "luna"), Philodendron scandens.</i><br />
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No baby came over for Easter this year. I was once again faced with the fact that I am 18 and my mother will no longer call me into the kitchen to color eggs to hunt the next day. I remember vividly a time when rituals like this were no question and moms still had to assist you so you didn't spill dye all over the counter/yourself. I even remember my 24 year old brother participating. (mind you, when he was like 18. Older siblings get the longest fun.) Now I myself boil six measly eggs (seven... accidental death) to decorate for my breakfast for the next few days. And you know what? That's just fine. My hands are freshly stained and I get to do the tricky things I couldn't do when my mom was watching ;)</div>
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I originally planned using veggies + spices to dye my eggs. You know I stared at them on interest several times with perfect intention to give it a go. But it turns out natural dyes take tiiime. Vinegar + food coloring + veg oil did the trick. </div>
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Happy Easter friends. I hope that today you reach out to family and friends and enjoy these days that bring us together. And never stop dyeing eggs because it keeps the feeling the same. </div>
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It's a "super stressed because I have to make big kid decisions that will affect the rest of my entire life" day. Hiding in bed with Herm until I figure everything out (forever).</div>
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So picking out a prom dress only happens two times in my high school career. Two times is not a significant number of times to get attached to the process. But it is definitely a reminder of the things I wont be doing anymore once I get my diploma. This is the last time I will go with my mother to <a href="http://www.re-runs.com/">the vintage shop in westport</a> to dig through beautiful old dresses, trying them on over and over until I finally make up my mind, then settling and walking away with this giddy high of dress up, ready to tackle prom like it's the only thing going on in this town(wait.). This year I chose a very simple 60s/70s velvet strapless gown, petticoat and all. Another dress I will probably never want to get rid of.... (someone make me sell the things I don't need). </div>
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I enjoyed some nephew jeff bonding time last (last) weekend, but mostly I enjoyed watching the Jeff/Lelan bonding time.</div>
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I've started this "only 2 burgers a month" thing because lately burgers are <i>all that I crave</i>. Seriously, I don't know what it is. I've never been that big of a fan but when I think of a buttered bun hugging a patty, grilled onions, lettuce, special sauce. cheeese, and sometimes bacon, I cannot control myself. It's just not healthy to cut everything unhealthy out. (the motto)</div>
On that note I want to direct your attention to my breakfast if you love oatmeal: Rachael Ray's maple brown sugar oatmeal is da'bomb, add banana, sprinkle with brown sugar, and you have finally lived.
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We had beautiful weather for two days last week and then it vanished and left me with an empty deep sadness and now i'm holding a grudge with my sweaters. Also I donated blood and didn't pass out. yay! (I've never passed out I'm being a babby. But my least favorite part is squeezing the stress ball just a little too hard and feeling the needle move in my vein)</div>
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These farts and I went to sushi Saturday. Still not about the raw fish thing, but I like the shrimps. I also had a cucumber roll... which turned out to just be cucumbers. That was okay too. Going to continue to check out that veggie menu and maybe find a favorite real sushi (Because according to these farts shrimp and cucumber rolls don't count)</div>
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Talk about forced love! This kitty hates getting her picture taken. She is currently avoiding me, still annoyed by this brief photo taking. My kissy face turned into more of a sexy pose so now this photo is kind of like a love story of my cat and I. yup.</div>
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Besides showing off kitty pictures, I am here for a brief little update. Last week I was offered a great and temporary job that pays tremendously. Great news! So the stipulation: This job is kind of a "do it as fast as you can in all of your free time and do nothing else" job. So i'm really going to have to buckle down and get the job finished before I can let lose here again. I only hope that I will think of 24878324562385 ideas while devoting most of my time to that. Then I'll pour them out over here. I wont drop off completely! Just less so than I would like.</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5151681487330558222.post-88822832431124744842013-03-09T08:00:00.000-06:002013-05-04T12:08:38.290-05:00stars and stripes | An outfit post<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/53526953@N04/8540859044/" title="Untitled by imbeetlebailey, on Flickr"><img alt="Untitled" height="481" src="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8519/8540859044_af67c03695_z.jpg" width="320" /></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/53526953@N04/8539754963/" title="Untitled by imbeetlebailey, on Flickr"><img alt="Untitled" height="481" src="http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8506/8539754963_8f77875ac5_z.jpg" width="320" /></a>
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This is my new favorite shirt. I found her at my local thrift store last week. It had to be fate because just the day before I pinned a stars and stripes shirt that was very similar. see? fate. I've been drooling over stars and stripes since seeing some awesome(ly expensive) similar shorts last summer. Shortly following: stars and stripes shirts. I contemplated DIYS. I thought (only ever thought!) of splurging. I searched every thrift store, half heartedly I'll admit, never walking away satisfied. This beauty was something like $1. Which is why I must stand behind checking thrift stores and crossing your fingers before you spend crazy money on something. And with no luck, splurge! just this once.
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Outside is poopy. We're in a weird in between place of warmish(barely) snow melting days and coldish water freezing nights. The snow is brown and mud is everywhere. But I can't help but smile for the good this is doing for the upcoming gardening season. Too dry for too long. Till the thawing ground and get your potatoes planted. And save me some veggies.</div>
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Top: Thrifted | Bottoms: Wet seal | Shoes: Target | Necklace: Forever 21
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This is my handsome/funny/wonderful friend Andy. Yesterday we shot part one of his senior pictures and it was so great to get behind my camera again. And I was able to use my new VSCO film pack (Which I love). This particular preset is Polaroid 690 Warm - . March is already a good month for creativity. I'll share the entire set when we get these finished, but here are a few favorite snaps in front of my favorite trees. Including the two he snapped of me.</div>
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One of my favorite things the blog world has taught me is the ability to embrace the passing of time. months, seasons. I admired the ladies who made the effort to create new goals month by month, making an effort to improve and create more often than I did for months. And suddenly I became one of those ladies. And my goals included things like this:</div>
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March brings spring and hopefully warmish weather. Clearly I'm already, I'm planning outfits for sunny days.</div>
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So daily challenges aren't really my thing. They're insane! But also not. Who can't make time each day to doodle a cat? This girl. I mean I probably have the time each day, I think the idea of doing it stresses me out. It makes it less fun. (I knew all of this already. I have to relearn everything) So in February I learned that I cannot handle daily challenges.</div>
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But in the same breathe, I'm ready to be on top on things. It's no secret that I am not a consistent blogger. I let things get in the way and get my priorities out of whack. This affects more than blogging. It touches everything creative in my life and nearly squeezes me dry. But I don't want to be dry. I want to shoot film and digital, dabble in watercolor, refine my graphic arts, strengthen my cinematography muscle, sew, blog, design, discover music, read books, EVERYTHING. I know the time is there, I just need to manage it. If I say this a lot, I apologize. I'm working it out.</div>
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My idea of my blog changed. It doesn't feel like an obligation anymore. I look forward to blogging. I crave sharing like I use to. Maybe mostly I'm ready to get this place up on its feet and running with the best of them. It deserves it.</div>
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<b>New Look. </b>Did you notice the new look around here? What do ya think? I'm extremely happy with it, but I'm not sure if I'll stop tinkering it. I felt like I was in a rut where my blog was a certain way because of the other blogs I saw. Don't get me wrong, I love love minimal, white, simple, beautiful designs but I wanted it to reflect me as well, (I'd say the giant photo of myself does that pretty well ;) and I just didn't feel it.</div>
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<b>New URL. </b>Invested in baileytann.com and I feel pretty profesh.</div>
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<b>New Etsy. </b>Opened an Etsy shop! Trying my hand at internet sales. Excited and anxious but mostly glad that I finally got myself to do it.</div>
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<b>New Video.</b> I'm refining an old... skill. Making short videos of my life as well as taking photos. As stressful as putting a video together is, there is nothing like it. And nothing like the feeling of watching your work in front of you, no matter how good or bad. <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=ef_uw9CnVmk">Click here</a> if you didn't catch it!</div>
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