Hey there! May I just take a quick moment away from our regularly scheduled blogging to talk about something real quick (but not really real quick because sometimes I ramble)? I thank you.
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Not long ago, I would hear of these blogger awards that people pass on to each other and I’d think “that’s so silly. I’ll never participate in one of those!” But guess what happened. I was just tagged with a stylish blogger award and my first instinct was to get all giddy and high-horse like and think about my acceptance speech (because um, clearly an acceptance speech is necessary in a situation like this). And here I am, writing my little speech, getting excited over some recognition and for being given a cute little badge that makes me feel special.
Blogging is a funny thing. For so long you put yourself out there. You work really hard and pour your heart and your soul into it and you act like it’s your second job. Your baby. And for the first little while, nobody reads it (except your mom and your dad, when you make him). And sometimes you feel like you’re talking to nobody. And sometimes you think what’s the point? Why do I spend so much time pouring myself into this little corner of the web when nobody’s listening? Receiving a little token, a comment here and there, it makes it all worth it. So thank you Chantal, for bestowing upon me a cute little badge and a sweet little comment!
The rules are as follows:
.Thank and link back to the person who gave you the award.
.Share 7 things about yourself.
.Pay the award forward to 10 great bloggers.
.Contact those 10 bloggers and let them know that they have received the award
So here are my 7 things that you may not have known about me previously:
.My parents split up when I was just a little girl. It was both the worst and the best thing that has ever happened to me. Now I’ve been gifted with 8 grandparents, 4 parents, 2 additional siblings and more aunts, uncles and cousins than I could ever count. It’s been a blessing in disguise.
.I am a J-walker. I know. It’s true. I cross roads when I’m not supposed to. I dodge cars and run across lanes like I’m in my own personal game of frogger. But when I’m driving, you better believe I yell at pedestrians who do this in front of my car. It irks the hell outta me and don’t you know that it’s only okay when I do it?! C’mon guys.
.I’ve known that I wanted to be an interior designer since I was a teeny weeny. I used to get excited to go to people’s houses for the first time so that I could see how they lived. How they decorated. When I would get home I would draw out their floor plan by memory and lay out their furniture the way I felt it worked best. I still have a binder filled with floor plans for my future dream home from when I was 7. You bet your buttons I had a ton of bridges, secret passages, and crazy hiding spots (for ultimate games of hide and seek) strewn throughout.
.I name inanimate objects all. the. time. I knew that my boyfriend, Justin, was the one for me when he didn’t bat an eyelash when I told him the name of my new sweater. Currently, I have a pink tea kettle named Maggie, a frying pan named Fiona, a TV named Hank and a mattress named Isodora. Although I’m well aware that this is more than a little strange, I can’t tell you how often I’ve been told that my naming abilities are a gift (seriously. I’ve gotten emails from friends with pictures of their new bikes attached asking me for the perfect name. Clearly I have awesome friends). I’ve recently named my new camera Clyde. It suits him just fine.
.I’m always blown away by the talent that emanates amongst my friends & family. Between one that has come up with the. best. commercials on TV, one that has opened his own restaurant, one who has recently accepted an award for an incredible marketing idea, a number of crazy-talented cooks, pianists, graphic designers, illustrators, interior designers, entrepreneurs… I’m constantly surrounded by such driven, talented individuals that it makes my head spin. I feel so so lucky.
.When I was little, I was painfully shy. My cousin used to have to push people out of the way so that I could approach and go down the slide. She’s 6 months younger than I am and to this day she still insists on taking care of me in her own little ways. She’s wonderful.
.My boyfriend has informed me that every time I blink, my left nostril twitches a little bit. I don’t know if this is true. I cannot tell because the twitch seems to take place during the closed-eye portion of the blink, so looking in the mirror doesn’t work (I tried). Nobody else has ever noticed this, ever. But it makes us giggle.
and the 10 stylish bloggers that I’d like to pass this award on to:
.Two Tall Blondes
.Bijou & Boheme
.From Gem with Love
.munich & jeff
.the marion housebook
Thanks for listening guys!
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