Well, somehow it’s Friday again and I have gone an entire week without posting. You see that ripped jean I’m rocking above? That hole was earned, my friends. Worn. Not bought. Old-school work with an ‘O’.
Last weekend, we transitioned the girls out of their cribs and into an IKEA loft bed. The first night, everyone slept the entire night. It was magical. It was everything I was dreaming of as I struggled to get every bed plank carefully maneuvered into the little rubber holders attached to the frame. Every night since has been the opposite of magical. I ended up removing the cute pink canopy around 2:35 a.m. on Tuesday because, “That’s where bad dreams live” and considered myself a hero for having not woken up the two-year-old still sleeping beneath. Sure enough, as soon as I lay back down in my own bed, another round of, “Moooooommmm?!” commenced. Wash. Rinse. Repeat. That’s been this week. Excited for the prospect of a peaceful weekend ahead. In the meantime, here are a few things I’ve Googled lately.
What do you call jeans with holes in them?
I knew there was an official modern term for this but couldn’t think of it. Destroyed denim. Truth be told, I have never actually bought a pair of jeans with holes in them. Wait, ok. That’s not entirely true. I once was sent a Stitch Fix with some cute cropped boyfriend pants with a hole in the knee and I decided to keep them. But had they not been chosen for me by someone else, and had they not fit juuuust right, I wouldn’t have kept them. The thing is, I’d rather buy my jeans in perfect condition, sans holes and fraying because goodness knows, if I wear them, they’re gonna get destroyed. (Exhibit A: the photo above.) In fact, those cute cropped boyfriend jeans recently got hooked on a knob on our coffee table. What was a modest hole ripped all the way across and partially down far enough to to show some shin. When I get dressed now I clumsily shove my foot in, momentarily forgetting about the new bigger hole and often go through the wrong opening. It’s such a joke. Fashionista I am not. On-trend am I rarely. Whenever I feel like I am really looking good it’s usually by accident or a direct result of having generous friends with a good sense of humor, great sense of style, and a lot of patience to point me in the right direction.
Is there someone who can build ikea for you?
IKEA won’t build itself — or could it??! Yes, it can. For a price that may defeat the whole purpose of IKEA in the first place. But still.
I joined a dear friend for family dinner last week and somehow we got on the topic of silver being antibacterial. I was later chatting with Jim about this and he launched into something he heard about socks that are being made now with silver so people can wear them for weeks on end and not have to wash them. The idea is that the antibacterial properties of the silver kill off the bacteria that causes feet to smell. Ag.
How to choose a watermelon
As I recently inspected a watermelon at the grocery store, a guy approached the display and was asking for my tips because it looked like I knew what I was doing. I must have. Or this guy was just looking for more melons to fondle… While I shrugged and walked away, I later Googled and found this advice from The Kitchn, you know, for those of us who are truly interested — in watermelons, that is.
1. Pick It Up: Big or small, the watermelon should feel heavy for its size.
2. Look for the Yellow Spot: Watermelons develop a splotch where they rest on the ground. When this splotch is creamy yellow, it’s ripe.
3. Give It a Thump: Tap the underbelly of the watermelon. A ripe one will have a deep hollow sound. Under-ripe or over-ripe melons will sound dull.
Things I’ve Googled is an ongoing series and comes from one of the standard questions Jim and I ask each other when we get home. Often, it’s a good indicator of where our minds have wandered off to in the middle of the day and the topics usually make us laugh. So consider this part educational. Part oversharing. Part nonsense. Completely random.
Have a great weekend!