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holiday

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? 

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.

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.  

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. 

Instagram: baileytann

Twitter: baileytann

Pinterest: beetlebailey
Tumblr: beet-le (I might use this more now to share photos and other junk that has no place now.)

You could even friend me on Facebook If you'd like (Bailey Tann). I'm trying to feel my way back into it now that my place to share is on holiday. 

Oh and don't forget my etsy shop! I'm going to stick around there for awhile.

*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!!!*

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. 

See you on the flip side

Bailey 

lifes

I 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.


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!









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.

for the love of porch

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.

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). 

THE FOURTHish

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.
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.

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.)

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.
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.
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.



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shop update!

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.
If you ever had your eye on this dress, the time has come to add it to your collection. She needs a dance to go to, or a wedding to attend, or any other excuse you have to pull her out.
Go check it out!!

lady longboard

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 Tomboy Style (Specifically posts like this, THIS) A little reading from Buenobueno, and this Meekakitty video. 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.

If you're in love like I am, treat yo'self.
Board: $122 on Amazon
Pads: $11 @ Walmarts



photos by Jeff.

living room simulation

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.
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?

"on moving out" MY ROOM

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.
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.
xo

pet parents mugs DIY

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.

needs:
- OIL BASED Sharpie marker (I got mine at Michaels)
- #1 mugs
- An oven that works

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.



BOOM.