Week 42

Here are pictures from Week 42... I'm not going to say very much. I'll was going to let the video of me riding a bull in a dress do the talking, but it doesn't play on smart phones, just computers, oh well! But I get to check that off my bucket list! Yee-ha!! 

Andrea's birthday bash, I finally got to wear the sweater dress! And yes, we did finish that double magnum bottle which led to...

...An outfit change and this!

 I got another Going-Away party with my girls Nat and Gabs! We toasted with champagne and dined on the lanai(oops I mean porch, that was before Hawaii!) 

Trying to pack up my life into two suitcases, my backpacking pack, and a small carry-on was not an easy task..especially in a dress.

Week 41

   What week is this? Dangit, I'm losing count! Over two weeks ago I started to write this: 

   I feel like I'm in high school all over again. It's not because I've been jumping around in a cheerleading outfit or because I started memorizing the periodic table. I'm not 'one-strapping it' with my Jansport backpack and I didn't buy any crop tube tops recently. Instead, it feels like I'm in school again because of my inclination to procrastinate with writing this blog. This reminds me of the feeling I had in school when I had a paper due tomorrow (that was assigned over a week ago) and I'm looking at a blank screen. How did a fun blog project turn into feeling like homework? I absolutely love to write, and I enjoy sitting at my computer and rambling about silly things. However, over these last few weeks I feel like I keep waiting until the very last second to get my blog post done. When Sunday night roles around I think to myself, "  I have to write my blog!" I usually end up waiting until Tuesday or Wednesday of the next week to get it done (or in last week's case...21 days). It's just because I've been so gosh darn focused on getting ready for my big move!

   

   I find it kind of funny that I started to write about procrastination, but then procrastinated and never finished writing it. That seems rather fitting.  But, I can't be too hard myself, I got myself here. Aloha!!! I'm finally in Hawaii! These last two weeks have been a whirlwind; a whirlwind that brought me here. I've been on Maui for almost a week and it hasn't just been me lounging on beaches and enjoying siestas in the sun. It's actually a little crazy for me. I underestimated how apartment hunting and relocating to another state can be extremely stressful. One minute I'm crying on the plane because I'm so happy to be landing in Maui and the next minute I'm balling my eyes out because I'm just plain scared to make such a big change. I think that during the weeks leading up to this move I was just too busy to realize what was about to happen. And so, these last few days I've just been a waterworks of tears; I'm on an emotional roller coaster. I cry because I'm stressed out and frustrated as I try to  find a place that's nice, clean and in my price range. I cry because I feel blissful when I watch the sunset and see sea turtles swimming in the ocean. Ahhh! What a ride,eh?  I'm just so ready to be settled in my own little place here on Maui. However, in the midst of my emotional breakdowns I am proud to announce that still have some stability in my life.  I make it a mission every day to wear a flower in my hair. Also, I make sure I take the time to jump in the ocean every day. I'm so freakin' thankful for this ocean because it keeps reminding me why I'm here and that I'm finally home.  

   

   Oh and here are some very late dress pictures I took before I left California. At least I still wore my dresses even though I'm a bit late posting them. Another oops. Whatever, I'm giving myself a pass. Also, I'm way too exhausted to spell check and edit this, so I figured y'all wouldn't mind if I have too many incomplete sentences or misplaced modifiers. This isn't a high school English paper after all. 

Here I am sporting a very Hawaiian themed dress for my Going-Away work party. Shoot-a-roo!  I can't talk about this right now or I'm going to start crying again. I love my REI family and miss them already. Yep, I said too much, lets move on...

I'm wearing a dress as I install an art show...

And I'm wearing a dress at the Art Show's opening! 

Week 38 + 39 + 40

   I take it back, I changed my mind. Being busy is not nearly as much fun as not being busy! Being this busy just stresses me out and I've had enough of this hectic way of living. Luckily, in less than two weeks, I'll hopefully be much more mellowed out as I sip a Mai Tai on a white sand beach. Until that time comes, my hands will remain stained with acrylic paint. My brain will constantly be flustered as I try to sift through all my belongings and decide what comes with me and what stays in storage. Everyday I'll be aiming to cross off an item on my three page "To Do" List with glee. Luckily, I'll get to to cross off " Update my blog" right after I post this...that is, if I can ever finish writing this post. It's taken me over an hour and a half just to write this wee paragraph; I'm struggling. So, to make this happen, I think I'll just finish it up with this last bit of info: It's the simple act of wearing a dress each week that has helped keep me sane. I knew I had all of these dresses for a reason. 

It's really not the dresses that have kept me from going bonkers...it's my beyond awesome friends that I get to go out and wear these dresses with that really keep me smiling. During an evening out at my friend's Vanessa's Fall craft party, I found peace in her garden of corn.

Shucking and consuming nearly 100 oysters between 5 people for my friend Em's birthday definitely took my mind off my mind. 

Meeting the most interesting man in the world while enjoying margaritas and a delicious Mexican meal with my girl Billie was very stimulating. 

This last weekend I finally got to wear my feather dress with my ladies Vanessa, Andrea and Gabrielle. We dressed the part as 1920s gals. Adorned with feathers and pearls we sipped gimlets and absinthe at the famous San Francisco speakeasy Bourbon and Branch. There's really nothing like dancing and dressing up that soothes the soul!