Friday, March 8, 2013
Thursday, March 7, 2013
Stuck in Winter
Usually I love March. I flip the calendar over from February and rejoice in the fact that it's March 1st. It seems like a reward for making it through a long, cold winter. March is the first month of spring; St. Patrick's Day rolls around, Easter festivities are underway. In short, there's a lot more to look forward to than in January and February. However, this March has been pretty ludicrous so far. I should preface this by saying that last March was unseasonably warm. Crazily warm, even. My seasonal allergies flared up and I started experiencing asthmatic symptoms. Because it was so warm in March of 2012 and my breathing was so bad, I ended up being diagnosed with asthma in April. Needless to say, I don't think there's a chance in hell of me needing to worry about taking a Claritin this March. As I write, big, fat snowflakes are falling down outside. If this was three months ago, it would be awesome. I'd be playing Christmas music, baking and enjoying the soft twinkling of Christmas lights. Let's make a long story short: there is absolutely nothing festive and quaint about this snow nonsense right now.
That being said, the promise of March is difficult to shake. I decided that Monday was my last day of wearing boots. I've been wearing 4 different pairs of boots in a rotation since October. It's the equivalent of looking at a big chunky sweater in March; basically the most depressing thing on earth to see. Funnily enough, several teachers at work seemed to make the same choice: we're all wearing flats with bare feet and talking about how, even though we're freezing, it's just too sad to slide boots over our calves right now. A round of dramatic haircuts are also taking place: everyone at work seems to agree that March is the time to get hair chopped and ready for spring. In fact, I made a haircut appointment for March 16th way back in January. I can't wait to get it cut. It's too long for my taste and flat-ironing the hot mess of my thick hair has become, well, a hot mess. It will be nice to debut a shorter cut next weekend!
Even though it's cold and snowy, we've been trying to get out of the hibernation pattern of January and February. Last weekend, I experienced a "Grown Up Moment": a moment where I realize that, despite the fact that it feels like I just graduated high school a couple of years ago, I am really and truly an adult. I've had these moments several times since turning thirty, but the irony is that I love these moments and realizations. My best grade school friend turned 30 about 7 months before I did, and on my 30th birthday, she told me how much I'd absolutely love my 30s and how much better they are than the 20s. Realistically, I know there isn't much difference between 29 and 30. But between 21 and 31? So much difference. I love, love, love my 30s so far. I feel so much more settled, so much more comfortable in my skin. Things that rattled me in my 20s don't even cause an ounce of anxiety now; whereas in other respects, now I'm worrying about what truly matters.
Anyway, my "Grown Up Moment" happened on Saturday. We made a date with several couples from Mr. My Blog for Bonnie's former place of employment. Four couples dined downtown at a gorgeous little restaurant where a dress code is in place and reservations a necessity. We sat down together at a big table, ordered several bottles of wine, drank and toasted each other and ordered several courses for the meal. It struck me as we were eating that this was an absolutely grown-up thing to be doing. If we were in our early 20s, the only reason we would've been at that type of restaurant would be if we were getting engaged or celebrating a similarly giant milestone. If we were in our mid 20s, we would have only been there after careful planning and saving to pay for an anniversary or birthday meal. But here we were in our early 30s, just eating there for a regular dinner with friends. It really drove home the fact that, despite how it feels, we've indeed been out of college for almost 10 years and have 10 years of working and job stability behind us. It was the type of place my parents would go to to meet their friends for dinner when I was a kid, and leave my siblings and I with a babysitter for the night. My parents would dress up and have a glass of wine before going, then come home late looking thrilled and happy after a night of laughing with their friends. Fast forward 20 years, and here I was drinking a glass of wine and reading before leaving for the restaurant, then having the exact type of experience with our own group of friends. It's nuts. Time truly flies. That being said, I am loving being a "grown up."
Here's hoping that I can report in the next post that March has warmed up and spring has truly sprung. Until then, I'm believing in the power of haircuts and colorful flats to imbibe the spirit of spring!
That being said, the promise of March is difficult to shake. I decided that Monday was my last day of wearing boots. I've been wearing 4 different pairs of boots in a rotation since October. It's the equivalent of looking at a big chunky sweater in March; basically the most depressing thing on earth to see. Funnily enough, several teachers at work seemed to make the same choice: we're all wearing flats with bare feet and talking about how, even though we're freezing, it's just too sad to slide boots over our calves right now. A round of dramatic haircuts are also taking place: everyone at work seems to agree that March is the time to get hair chopped and ready for spring. In fact, I made a haircut appointment for March 16th way back in January. I can't wait to get it cut. It's too long for my taste and flat-ironing the hot mess of my thick hair has become, well, a hot mess. It will be nice to debut a shorter cut next weekend!
Even though it's cold and snowy, we've been trying to get out of the hibernation pattern of January and February. Last weekend, I experienced a "Grown Up Moment": a moment where I realize that, despite the fact that it feels like I just graduated high school a couple of years ago, I am really and truly an adult. I've had these moments several times since turning thirty, but the irony is that I love these moments and realizations. My best grade school friend turned 30 about 7 months before I did, and on my 30th birthday, she told me how much I'd absolutely love my 30s and how much better they are than the 20s. Realistically, I know there isn't much difference between 29 and 30. But between 21 and 31? So much difference. I love, love, love my 30s so far. I feel so much more settled, so much more comfortable in my skin. Things that rattled me in my 20s don't even cause an ounce of anxiety now; whereas in other respects, now I'm worrying about what truly matters.
Anyway, my "Grown Up Moment" happened on Saturday. We made a date with several couples from Mr. My Blog for Bonnie's former place of employment. Four couples dined downtown at a gorgeous little restaurant where a dress code is in place and reservations a necessity. We sat down together at a big table, ordered several bottles of wine, drank and toasted each other and ordered several courses for the meal. It struck me as we were eating that this was an absolutely grown-up thing to be doing. If we were in our early 20s, the only reason we would've been at that type of restaurant would be if we were getting engaged or celebrating a similarly giant milestone. If we were in our mid 20s, we would have only been there after careful planning and saving to pay for an anniversary or birthday meal. But here we were in our early 30s, just eating there for a regular dinner with friends. It really drove home the fact that, despite how it feels, we've indeed been out of college for almost 10 years and have 10 years of working and job stability behind us. It was the type of place my parents would go to to meet their friends for dinner when I was a kid, and leave my siblings and I with a babysitter for the night. My parents would dress up and have a glass of wine before going, then come home late looking thrilled and happy after a night of laughing with their friends. Fast forward 20 years, and here I was drinking a glass of wine and reading before leaving for the restaurant, then having the exact type of experience with our own group of friends. It's nuts. Time truly flies. That being said, I am loving being a "grown up."
Here's hoping that I can report in the next post that March has warmed up and spring has truly sprung. Until then, I'm believing in the power of haircuts and colorful flats to imbibe the spirit of spring!
Monday, February 25, 2013
Time for a Change
I'm throwing in the towel with winter. So over it. This past weekend I went shopping for some spring clothes and I decided to prematurely change purses. Since February I had been carrying this red Lill bag pictured below. For most people, it's probably considered a decent sized bag. For me, it was woefully small. I always need Mary Poppins bags to tote my life around, and I was itching to switch to the bag my sister-in-law made for me for Christmas. As you can see, it rather larger in size than the red bag! I loooove it. It fits my life inside with plenty of room to spare. Plus the interior has lovely fabrics and handy pockets. In the final shot, I hope you can appreciate the striking patchwork of fabrics and the skilled quilting involved.
I love this bag, and I look forward to having it with me for March and April! (side note: does anyone else feel as relieved as I do when we hit March 1st? To me, flipping the calendar to March is always a huge morale boost...we're almost there!)
I love this bag, and I look forward to having it with me for March and April! (side note: does anyone else feel as relieved as I do when we hit March 1st? To me, flipping the calendar to March is always a huge morale boost...we're almost there!)
Saturday, February 23, 2013
For Your Consideration...
....Costco's muffins are totally worth the price of membership.
Happy Weekend!
Happy Weekend!
Monday, February 18, 2013
Origami and Ribs
Happy Presidents' Day! I've spent my day binging on episodes of House of Cards, the new Netflix show that was released on February 1st in its entirety. If you watch it, you caught the reference in this title. Let's talk about how insanely I've been drawn to this show. Clearly, if you've kept up with this blog at all, you know that I pretty much love TV. One of these days I'll do a post on my favorite TV characters, spanning all genres and decades. But for right now, House of Cards has me trapped. There are only 13 episodes (or "Chapters") and I just finished 11. I'm saving the final two for my next day off.
I just need to say one thing: can we talk about what happened on Father's Day on this show?? Because it essentially traumatized me. Like I watched it on Friday night and then woke up a few times in the middle of the night stressing out about it. In my defense, I strongly believe that most people who have watched that episode...that moment...have stressed out about it. W.T.F. (*deep shudder of revulsion*)
Moving on, I have a few more random thoughts:
~All last week I had a cold! So did Mr. My Blog for Bonnie. Bahhhh. It was one of those slow-to-build numbers, with several days of feeling fairly crappy followed by one or two days of feeling absolutely awful. I'm so ready for spring!
~Speaking of spring, what is with Easter being so early this year?? Yes, I totally understand how they determine the date for Easter each year (the first Sunday after the first full moon after the vernal equinox) but I'm not feeling it being at the end of March. Usually I love Lent because it means we're slowly climbing out of winter, but right now it feels strange to not be eating meat on Fridays when it's only mid-February. I'm sure I'll start feeling better in March, which is such a great, underrated month, in my book. Way better than February; a nice transition between the dark of winter and the light of spring.
~Since there's no getting around the fact that it's Lent, I'll share with you that, this year for Lent, I gave up Facebook. Taking it a step further, I deactivated my account. I'd like to say that on Easter I'll reactivate it, and the truth is that I probably will. But I've been rather annoyed with Facebook lately and it's nice not to be a part of that world. We went out to dinner with friends of ours who don't have Facebook, and they told us about a German study that determined that most people feel dissatisfied and envious while trolling around on Facebook. And I have to admit that I do usually have negative feelings after being on there. I do a lot of eye rolling and sighing, and really, isn't life to short for that? I also started valuing my privacy more in the past few years. I know it's strange to say that since I keep this public blog, but this is a different type of openness than Facebook, if that makes any sense. I even tinkered with the Privacy settings and created a small list of people who are the only people who can see my posts. Basically, very close friends and family. Because the idea of sharing all my photos and personal updates with everyone was making me feel strange. Again, here I am explaining all of that in a blog post. It's strange and contrary, as I well know. To make a long story short: I have a feeling I might rejoin after Easter, just to maintain loose connections with people without sharing anything obnoxious or overtly personal. But I won't be upset if I chuck the whole idea all together and remain deactivated, either. Ahhh, Facebook: you've ensnared us all in your web!
~Girls! Have you watched the second season? This is another show that I watch all the time and I usually have strong feelings of revulsion, just like a lot of the critics who watch it. That being said, for all of the gross sex and weird revelations, the moments of humor are totally worth it. I love Lena Dunham. On the show, I frequently laugh out loud because she exposes part of the Female World (actual term) that are usually only discussed among extremely close friends, if at all. I think she's an amazing actress and the show is smart, though totally unconventional. Plus, she went to Oberlin College, which is 15 minutes down the freeway from me. I love a good Ohio connection! Also, I love Shoshanna. But who doesn't?
~Pinterest fun: Mr. My Blog for Bonnie and I are trying to watch our cholesterol, so yesterday I made and froze 12 breakfast sandwiches. I got the idea from this pin. The process went very quickly and I was amazed at the low calorie count of each sandwich when using turkey bacon and egg whites. I diced up a red pepper, threw that in the egg whites and topped it all off with some spices. I had one this morning and it tasted really great. I'll definitely be stockpiling these in the future!
~I also made BBQ Chicken Nachos last night, direct from Pinterest. Here in this house, we are suckers for Mexican food. And yes, I know that BBQ Chicken Nachos (and nachos of any sort) really aren't authentic Mexican. But my feelings on that are akin to the way I feel about Buffalo Chicken: the best way to capture that flavor is in actual Buffalo wings (eaten in Buffalo, because they are so much better there!) but I love the taste so much that I make Buffalo Chicken Sandwiches, Buffalo Chicken Dip and Buffalo Chicken Mac and Cheese. Don't judge. Anyway, this recipe is great because the nachos call for a Queso Sauce. I of course cranked up the heat and added minced jalapenos to the sauce, and it was fabulous.
~I saw something about Heart Tarts and I made them two weeks ago for Valentine's Day. Then I made a second batch, froze them with the intention of baking them on Valentine's Day itself, and promptly forgot about them. So today I took them out of the freezer, baked them and iced them. They are divine!
I just need to say one thing: can we talk about what happened on Father's Day on this show?? Because it essentially traumatized me. Like I watched it on Friday night and then woke up a few times in the middle of the night stressing out about it. In my defense, I strongly believe that most people who have watched that episode...that moment...have stressed out about it. W.T.F. (*deep shudder of revulsion*)
Moving on, I have a few more random thoughts:
~All last week I had a cold! So did Mr. My Blog for Bonnie. Bahhhh. It was one of those slow-to-build numbers, with several days of feeling fairly crappy followed by one or two days of feeling absolutely awful. I'm so ready for spring!
~Speaking of spring, what is with Easter being so early this year?? Yes, I totally understand how they determine the date for Easter each year (the first Sunday after the first full moon after the vernal equinox) but I'm not feeling it being at the end of March. Usually I love Lent because it means we're slowly climbing out of winter, but right now it feels strange to not be eating meat on Fridays when it's only mid-February. I'm sure I'll start feeling better in March, which is such a great, underrated month, in my book. Way better than February; a nice transition between the dark of winter and the light of spring.
~Since there's no getting around the fact that it's Lent, I'll share with you that, this year for Lent, I gave up Facebook. Taking it a step further, I deactivated my account. I'd like to say that on Easter I'll reactivate it, and the truth is that I probably will. But I've been rather annoyed with Facebook lately and it's nice not to be a part of that world. We went out to dinner with friends of ours who don't have Facebook, and they told us about a German study that determined that most people feel dissatisfied and envious while trolling around on Facebook. And I have to admit that I do usually have negative feelings after being on there. I do a lot of eye rolling and sighing, and really, isn't life to short for that? I also started valuing my privacy more in the past few years. I know it's strange to say that since I keep this public blog, but this is a different type of openness than Facebook, if that makes any sense. I even tinkered with the Privacy settings and created a small list of people who are the only people who can see my posts. Basically, very close friends and family. Because the idea of sharing all my photos and personal updates with everyone was making me feel strange. Again, here I am explaining all of that in a blog post. It's strange and contrary, as I well know. To make a long story short: I have a feeling I might rejoin after Easter, just to maintain loose connections with people without sharing anything obnoxious or overtly personal. But I won't be upset if I chuck the whole idea all together and remain deactivated, either. Ahhh, Facebook: you've ensnared us all in your web!
~Girls! Have you watched the second season? This is another show that I watch all the time and I usually have strong feelings of revulsion, just like a lot of the critics who watch it. That being said, for all of the gross sex and weird revelations, the moments of humor are totally worth it. I love Lena Dunham. On the show, I frequently laugh out loud because she exposes part of the Female World (actual term) that are usually only discussed among extremely close friends, if at all. I think she's an amazing actress and the show is smart, though totally unconventional. Plus, she went to Oberlin College, which is 15 minutes down the freeway from me. I love a good Ohio connection! Also, I love Shoshanna. But who doesn't?
~Pinterest fun: Mr. My Blog for Bonnie and I are trying to watch our cholesterol, so yesterday I made and froze 12 breakfast sandwiches. I got the idea from this pin. The process went very quickly and I was amazed at the low calorie count of each sandwich when using turkey bacon and egg whites. I diced up a red pepper, threw that in the egg whites and topped it all off with some spices. I had one this morning and it tasted really great. I'll definitely be stockpiling these in the future!
~I also made BBQ Chicken Nachos last night, direct from Pinterest. Here in this house, we are suckers for Mexican food. And yes, I know that BBQ Chicken Nachos (and nachos of any sort) really aren't authentic Mexican. But my feelings on that are akin to the way I feel about Buffalo Chicken: the best way to capture that flavor is in actual Buffalo wings (eaten in Buffalo, because they are so much better there!) but I love the taste so much that I make Buffalo Chicken Sandwiches, Buffalo Chicken Dip and Buffalo Chicken Mac and Cheese. Don't judge. Anyway, this recipe is great because the nachos call for a Queso Sauce. I of course cranked up the heat and added minced jalapenos to the sauce, and it was fabulous.
~I saw something about Heart Tarts and I made them two weeks ago for Valentine's Day. Then I made a second batch, froze them with the intention of baking them on Valentine's Day itself, and promptly forgot about them. So today I took them out of the freezer, baked them and iced them. They are divine!
Friday, February 8, 2013
February Seven on February Eight
This is where I was last night! "Les Miserables" came to Cleveland for 4 short days and Meredith and I were at the opening performance. Let me just say, we jetted downtown precisely after I finished working 4, 10 hour days with 2 year olds.... I really needed the night out! I knew there'd be a lot of laughter and tears, and that was true. Though in Classic "Me" fashion, a lot of laughter was inadvertent and unintentional. For instance, during "I Dreamed a Dream" which is of course one of the most emotional musical numbers of a very emotional production, I accidentally kicked my (thankfully closed and unopened) bottle of Diet Coke and it went rolling down several aisles of seats. Sigh. Luckily at intermission Meredith spotted it and requested an elderly gentleman in front of us to help us retrieve it. All was well in the Diet Pop department after that.
The production was wonderful, and while the movie gave scope and exposition to the story, the musical production was concise in telling the story...as concise as you can get over a story that spans a couple of decades and encapsulates politics, religion and redemption. I loved every minute of it! Especially during "One Day More" which is my favorite song in the whole production, and which closed out the first act on a very dramatic note. I teared up. But of course, when don't I tear up at Les Miserables?
A lovely and serendipitous event occurred on the way home. Listening to the radio, "February Seven" by The Avett Brothers came on. I love this song, and my heart did a little leap when I realized that the actual date was February 7th! Listening to "February Seven" on February Seven was a nice little wrap-up to the evening.
Here's the first verse of "February Seven" which I think is so beautiful:
I went on the search for something true
I was almost there when I found you
Sooner than my fate was wrote
A perfect blade, it slit my throat
And beads of lust released in to the air
When I awoke you were standing there
I was on the mend when I fell through
The sky around was anything but blue
I found as I regained my feet
A wound across my memory
That no amount of stitches would repair
But I awoke and you were standing there
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
Sybil, Sybil, Sybil.
1. I titled this post after a Downton Abbey character and if you, like me, have seen the most recent episode, you know why. I'll refrain from discussing details here, because immediately after the episode aired on Sunday night, there were a plethora of facebook, twitter and other social media controversies regarding spoilers. It's pretty interesting that the entire 3rd season aired in the UK months ago without many plot points being ruined, but minutes after it airs in the US, the cats are being absolutely thrown out of the bag! I confess: I am someone who hates surprises and, in a weird way, relishes knowing certain spoilers, as long as they're on my own terms (of course!) That being said, I had no idea this was coming and it was spoiled for me on Sunday evening. I planned to watch the episode today, knowing I had a half day of work to look forward to. However, I talked to my mom about the episode on Monday night and she recommended watching it right away, asserting that it was the best episode of the entire series. I watched it and immediately agreed. And now, on my half day, I have watched it again and sobbed once more. I also bought the entire 3rd season on Amazon Prime (the final 3 episodes that have yet to be aired were released yesterday) and so I watched the 6th episode immediately following, and again, I cried. I'd keep going but I'm going downtown tonight to see a play and I don't want to arrive looking like I've fought a hundred and one emotional battles before the curtain even rises. Ahh, Downton. Best. Show. Ever.
2. To perk myself up after this Downton Fest, I'm going to go back to reading my newest book, "The Silver Linings Playbook." I'm interested to see the movie but wanted to read the book first, and I'm so glad I have. I'm 75% done with it and can't put it down. While it is very difficult for me to understand the main character's psychological battles, I feel emotionally fraught for him all the same. It's a funny book, an upsetting one, and one that has really forced me to think about mental illness. If you've read it, or if you plan to read it, there's a scene that takes place on the beach with Pat and his best friend's family that will absolutely break your heart. There's also a line I highlighted regarding Pat's friend Tiffany, who is herself going through severe emotional issues. He says that Tiffany doesn't have a spouse, or a stable job, or a home or "any of the other things" without which make her vulnerable to being called "odd" by everyone else. It's a sad but unfortunately true fact that sometimes people who don't follow societal norms and conventions end up being marked as outsiders simply because of a lack of luck in these areas, or a simple desire not to have them. There have been several times where I've actually held my breath and gasped at various revelations throughout the book, and the fact that it isn't a suspenseful thriller and yet I'm reacting that way really stands for something. I can't wait to finish it.
3. Even though it's still technically January (blah to the tenth power) I'm looking ahead to spring and summer. This summer, two of my family members are getting married so the Ohio branch of our family will be galloping off to New York state for their weddings. In June, my cousin is getting married, and at the end of August, my lifelong bachelor uncle is finally tying the knot. I have no idea what I'm going to wear yet (and don't plan on buying dresses until May or early June anyway) but I've tentatively picked out these Toms shoes: what do you think? Toms had a similar print last summer that I loved. With so many colors in them, they'd go easily with any solid color dress. I'm eager to embark on a Toms shopping spree of sorts anyway: last year I bought my first pair in Texas and fell instantly in love: they are easily the most comfortable shoes I've ever worn, they go with a surprising array of clothes, and the best part is that when you purchase one pair, another pair is donated to a child in need. I haven't worn their wedges yet but this is a good opportunity to try them out!
4. Today it was 60 degrees and tomorrow the high is a mere 25. Wahhhhh!!!! Although I have to confess, in a weird, glutton-for-punishment way, I prefer when the weather is how it should be. I don't mind cold and snowy days in January, but if they hit in March or, Heaven Help Us, April, I'm pissed. And I love 80 degree days in June, but when it's 80 degrees in October, my nose is out of joint. I want my brisk fall days, is that too much to ask??
5. Super Bowl Weekend is coming up: what are you cooking? So far Texas Chili is on the menu for us, not sure what else. Maybe a version of the Red Lobster cheesy garlic rolls that everyone under the sun is pinning on Pinterest. We'll see!
2. To perk myself up after this Downton Fest, I'm going to go back to reading my newest book, "The Silver Linings Playbook." I'm interested to see the movie but wanted to read the book first, and I'm so glad I have. I'm 75% done with it and can't put it down. While it is very difficult for me to understand the main character's psychological battles, I feel emotionally fraught for him all the same. It's a funny book, an upsetting one, and one that has really forced me to think about mental illness. If you've read it, or if you plan to read it, there's a scene that takes place on the beach with Pat and his best friend's family that will absolutely break your heart. There's also a line I highlighted regarding Pat's friend Tiffany, who is herself going through severe emotional issues. He says that Tiffany doesn't have a spouse, or a stable job, or a home or "any of the other things" without which make her vulnerable to being called "odd" by everyone else. It's a sad but unfortunately true fact that sometimes people who don't follow societal norms and conventions end up being marked as outsiders simply because of a lack of luck in these areas, or a simple desire not to have them. There have been several times where I've actually held my breath and gasped at various revelations throughout the book, and the fact that it isn't a suspenseful thriller and yet I'm reacting that way really stands for something. I can't wait to finish it.
3. Even though it's still technically January (blah to the tenth power) I'm looking ahead to spring and summer. This summer, two of my family members are getting married so the Ohio branch of our family will be galloping off to New York state for their weddings. In June, my cousin is getting married, and at the end of August, my lifelong bachelor uncle is finally tying the knot. I have no idea what I'm going to wear yet (and don't plan on buying dresses until May or early June anyway) but I've tentatively picked out these Toms shoes: what do you think? Toms had a similar print last summer that I loved. With so many colors in them, they'd go easily with any solid color dress. I'm eager to embark on a Toms shopping spree of sorts anyway: last year I bought my first pair in Texas and fell instantly in love: they are easily the most comfortable shoes I've ever worn, they go with a surprising array of clothes, and the best part is that when you purchase one pair, another pair is donated to a child in need. I haven't worn their wedges yet but this is a good opportunity to try them out!
4. Today it was 60 degrees and tomorrow the high is a mere 25. Wahhhhh!!!! Although I have to confess, in a weird, glutton-for-punishment way, I prefer when the weather is how it should be. I don't mind cold and snowy days in January, but if they hit in March or, Heaven Help Us, April, I'm pissed. And I love 80 degree days in June, but when it's 80 degrees in October, my nose is out of joint. I want my brisk fall days, is that too much to ask??
5. Super Bowl Weekend is coming up: what are you cooking? So far Texas Chili is on the menu for us, not sure what else. Maybe a version of the Red Lobster cheesy garlic rolls that everyone under the sun is pinning on Pinterest. We'll see!
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