wish list.

I've been working on my Christmas wish-list since ... almost summer time. 

So here it is.

1) Slippers.  My feet are icicles 24/7.  Santa may have already gotten me some slippers though...
2) Mary Kay beauty products - the best.

3) Wooden chopping block for the kitchen.
4) Giftcards: H&M, Nordstrom's, J.Crew., you get the picture here.
5) Accessories.  What's a girl without accessories?
6) Cute, fuzzy, over the top mittens.
7) Flannel sheets.
8) Photoshop! This is my number one of course.  But so spendy.  Yikes.
9) Any books recommended by fam are the best.
10) Coffee gift cards are always pretty safe....
11) A new Bible for me to tear through and read all over again
12) O P I Nail polish, either peach, dark red, nude, sparkly gold, or whatever else catches Santa's eye of course..
13) Paper cutter and fabric cutter for the crafting side of my personality.
14) Wailin Jennies, Amos Lee, or Adele CDs.  All good options.

I figure it's best to go with some "needs" (flannel sheets and slippers obviously...) and some "wants" (giftcards, accessories, nail polish).  Gives a nice balance to the stocking and under-the-tree surprises.

Have I mentioned how much I love Christmas?
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Well folks, it's that time of year.  The time when everyone starts the 1-week countown post-what-you're-thankful-for's on the facebook, blogging about food and browns and yellows, relishing in the surplus of family time and stuffing themselves with delicious food that seriously should come out more than 1x per year.

Am I going to break these trends?  Absolutely not.

I am so thankful for A BREAK from school.  This is absolutely my first and foremost thing to be thankful for.  I am like a candle.  With a wick at either end.  You know what I'm saying.

I am thankful for Adeeah (otherwise known as Adelaide.  If you don't know this amazing 1.something year old, get to know her.)

I am thankful for the Elder/Yonkman household, and so excited to be over there snoozing in front of the fire working really hard in the kitchen.

I want to wear big chunky sweaters and paint my nails rust!!!!!!  I think I will.

I am thankful for a husband who is so realistic, so loving, so forgiving, so there for me, and just the greatest person alive really.

I am thankful for the whole Larson fam, the fun that they are and the 2nd thanksgiving dinner that comes with having a 2nd family.  I get to be double-stuffed.  What a lucky girl.

Along with all these things I am thankful for are many more, too many to list on a Tuesday night's blog.

Happy turkey day to all and to all a good... week!!!

That doesn't even look like me.
I will be welcoming back the brown hair this coming year... much to my dismay.
But good things don't last forever.

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spontaneity at its finest.

So I am doing a research project on Seattle.  And sometimes husband works in Seattle.  That combo = an awfully fun weekend for us in the Renaissance Hotel.  BTW, our heater was broken so we got a free upgrade, wine, and truffles.  I think I'm going to intentionally be breaking a loooot of heaters in hotels from this day forward.  Is that bad?

Christmas-y cup, Christmas-y pants.

Hello lib.

Super dangerous.

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the fit.

I like to abb. stuff.  Like the word abbreviate.  And also the word outfit.

Here's today's!  I may or may-not have asked my husband if I could "invest" in some Danskos.  A line that I will surely never hear the end of.

[shoes, socks, tights: Nordstrom's.  long T: F21. Shirt: TJMaxx.  Skirt: Target.]

Look at how many leaves are on our neighbor's yard.  I mean... the leaves ARE the yard.  You can't even see the ground.  To me, this is awesome.  To the grass, probably not so awesome.

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larson cider.

The title of this blog almost sounds like it could something really cute and creative.  But it's actually just literal.  Boringggg.
Well, not so boring.  We had an awesome time pressing cider together, and are looking forward to doing it again with the whole Larson crew over Thanksgiving break!



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Before we were a "we".

This, folks, is the first picture husband and I ever took together.
Before he knew how emotional I can be always am
Before the world knew we were crazy about each other
...and we make this publicly known. Often.
Before he ever called me "noodle", "noods", "lunchbox", "googs", "googlie", or anything else that is just plain adorable
Before we fell asleep touching toes.  Every night.
Before I learned that he was a country boy.
... this learning didn't take place until after we were married.
Before we ever kissed, said I love you, or any of that other mushy stuff.

Here's to all the before's, all the after's, and all the to come's.
I love you husband.

Also, a bit of encouragement I came across the other day.

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well I guess I will post a blog.

Husband is out of town.  
Generally speaking, my immediate reaction to his announcing that he's going out of town is panic.  
No, it wasn't any different this time.  I still panicked.  Inside.  
I'm trying to convince myself that I am a big, independent woman who can do lots of nifty stuff on her own... right?
So far my nifty-self-stuff includes: taking pictures of myself in the bathroom.  Going to church and playing keys, then proceeding to sit in the bag of our welcome area out-of-sight from the pastor so that I could sink into a recliner and close my eyes... and eat snacks... and play words with friends...
What?  It's not so bad.  I have get to go to church again tomorrow.
Purposefully not making the bed in the morning, because it doesn't bug me.  So there.  I wont' make it.  
Singing sooooooper loud soooooper late at night.
Lighting up my autumn-scented candles, letting the fireplace stay on for an hour (don't tell him.), and wearing my giant fuzzy pink slippers.  It's a good night.

See?  I am a big girl.  I can do lots of fun stuff without him.
But he is still the kiss to my hug, the pea to my carrot, the shoe to my (giant pink fuzzy) slipper.

And just for kicks.... my bathroom picture.  
Maybe not as grown up as I thought.  Maybe I revert back to a middle school girl.

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new blog title.

Also.  To relieve you of any confusion, yes, I changed the name of my blog.  There are a few reasons for this.

1) Shade of Grace was intended to be a photography title, which I never really delved much into.
2) I am in a class at school called "urban anthropology" and it is the greatest class ever.
3) I discovered a section in the latest Nordstrom catalog called "the downtown chick", and realized that my style aligned almost synonymously with this category.  Thus, "urban anthropology", which in my class is essentially "the study of cities", is now the title of my blog.  Outfits, decorative choices, and food will reflect the attitude and style of the Urban Pacific NorthWest.

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may or may-not monday

Has it been a while?  I would say so.  Life comes at you fast.  So do papers, exams, performances, illnesses.... jeesh!  Well here it is folks.  My long list of may or may-nots that I've been stocking up on.

I may or may not have IBS, which is both inconvenient and embarrassing.  I finally went to the doctor to get this sorted out so I can stop doing the dash-out-of-class-to-the-bathroom-as-quick-as-possible move.  Fortunately for me, the doctor thinks that anxiety meds will help!  I have had bad anxiety for. ev. er.  So that's the good news.  On the downside, I took my first anxiety pill yesterday and was up half the night trying not to throw up or pass out, and couldn't work or go to school today.   I may or may-not have some health problems.

I may or may-not have had two traumatizing encounters with bees.  My first was at the pumpkin patch, where a bee would NOT leave me and my delicious cider alone.  It kept perching itself riiiiight on my little sippy hole, begging me to get a big fat bee stung lip.  I ended up setting my cup down and running at full speed outta there.  My second encounter was even more confusing.  I went for a walk through our neighborhood which has THEEEEEE best fall trees in town (probably.  I'm almost sure of it).  I put on a nice sermon and was all smiley and refreshed, when all of a sudden... bees were EVERWHERE!!! And I mean everywhere.  12 of them or more, buzzing all around my head.  With a little "Yelp!" I took off running, wondering what the heck just happened.  I'm glad the weather is changing and the bees are starting to buzz on out of here.

I may or may-not still cry during the x-factor.  Well, not as much as I used to.  The episode where they were getting cut or going through at the judge's homes??? I was crying solid through every commercial break.  Sobbing.

I may or may-not have had a major sock-bun curl failure.  Turns out, my hair is not long enough for the sock-bun curls, and in the morning my hair was sooooper poofy, and of course impossible to work with for the rest of the day.

Speaking of hair.... my last hair appointment may or may-not have been 4 hours.  FOUR HOURS.  How does this happen?

I may or may-not have left the house to go to my math tutoring the other night without realizing I was still wearing my giant pink fuzzy slippers.  I didn't noticed until I got to school how ridiculous my outfit was.  To my relief, my friends seemed to enjoy the fuzziness.

I may or may-not have worked out for the first time in 3 months (okay, I went for a walk and did some centergy, that was it....).  Talk about embarrassing.  I could hardly lift my arms the next day, and every part of my body was sore.  It hurt so good.

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