Rachael, Really: The Best of 2011
I’m super busy this week prepping for the big move to Oklahoma. Our moving van arrives tomorrow morning and get this: we don’t have to lift a box. Professionals will be doing all of that for us. I can’t begin to fathom how awesome that will be.
I wish I had more time to put together a really great round up for the end of the year, but I’m currently getting the “side-eye-for-days” look from my husband as I type.
Next week might be sparse on posts, unless all goes as planned and you get to road trip along with us and see the sights of the Southwest! Until then, I’ve complied the top three outfits from 2011 (okay — from September 2011 forward … yeah, I’m only 4 months old in my little corner of the blogosphere).
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The Look Of Love — September 16th 2011
Shortly after I started this blog, I flew to Oklahoma for the first time since my husband moved there in April. If you’re doing the math in your head, I’ll do it for you: it had been almost 6 months since I’d physically seen him.
Tickets that require several plane changes and many hours of flying, tend to cost an arm and a leg. In addition to that I was tied down to a job that wouldn’t let me take a long vacation during the summer months as there were folks with more seniority that wanted that time off as well.
As you may or may not know, I quit my job eventually and left the city we were living in to be a few hours closer to my parents. I then changed my plane tickets from short 5 day trip to a 2 week Oklahoma filled bender.
This is what I wore the day after I arrived in the great state I’ll soon be calling home. It was rainy and cold that day, something I felt was gifted just for us after having suffered the summer months apart but sweltering in our respective states.
Heat Wave — October 20th 2011
Back in California for the start of Fall, and wouldn’t you know it — 80 degrees and sunny. I battled this strange weather with breezy wide leg pants and a ruffled cami.
I’m grateful for the luxury of free time this year that I’ve had, thanks to my hard working husband. I was able to spend my last few months in California with my friends and family.
This particular day I went to lunch with one of my best friends, Shelby for her birthday. I then spent the rest of the day at her house playing with her adorable son, Cooper. Her little family (which will soon be one more, a fact I’m excited and sad about — I won’t be around much for the growing of this little one), means so much to me and Jerry, and I trust they know that.
(and this is where I start to cry)
Winter White Candy Stripe — December 10th 2011
As the Holidays started to show themselves around these parts — though clearly it still looks like Autumn rather than some sort of abysmal Winter I can look forward to in Oklahoma — I started spending even more time with friends and family.
On this day I met Dana, another one of my very best friends, in beautiful downtown Chico. We went to the ballet, and that sounds far more fancy than it really was. In accordance, I felt far more fancy than was necessary seeing as how more than half the audience was under the age of 9.
Either way, Dana and I had fun, especially when we went for margaritas and Mexican food after the show. Dana, her husband and their amazing little daughter Lorelei will be another raw wound in my already gaping chest when we leave on Sunday. I mean, Dana already made sure to bludgeon me with a heart felt Christmas card and adorable wishbone pendant necklace. I may or may not have blubbered for 5 minutes solid on the spot. I’m just sorry we couldn’t have sucked down a few more White Chocolate Pumpkin Pie lattes at Bidwell Perk (my ass is NOT sorry) before I left.
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As for the heart felt outpouring to my parents and my little sister, who I will clearly be leaving behind as well — they know how much I wish I didn’t have to leave.
I just didn’t wear quite fabulous enough outfits around them to be featured on this re-cap today.
To everyone we’re leaving behind in California, please know that you have touched our lives in ways we can’t begin to imagine. You will all be missed dearly, but fret not for us in this exciting time. We will be back, I promise.
Weep not for the memories :)
