Tag Archives: ATL

Leaving Town, Going Home

22 Apr

I have this thing where no matter what the situation or conversation is, my mental playlists cues a related song & oft changes lyrics to better suit my circumstances. So when I got the news we were moving back to NYC from ATL (woot woot!) these songs played on permarepeat in my head:

Going Home by Diddy

Leaving Las Vegas Atlanta by Sheryl Crow

Going Back to Cali New York by Tone Loc

NY State of Mind by Billy Joel

…and the list goes on. And speaking of lists, one of the multitude of to-dos I had on my own list was listing my house. It wasn’t until the realtor was here taking pics that I realized this.is.real. I am going to say goodbye to this beautiful place in search of something else. Another way of life. A husband who works long hours. Kids who will need me more than ever. And it’s not an easy thing to take on right now but I know NYC is where hub’s heart is, where his jobs will be, and let’s face it –>; Atlanta was never “home” no matter how hard I tried. Our home was home, though, and it’s hard to say goodbye to it. *insert pouty sad face here*

I went through the house primping and fluffing to get it picture-perfect for these HDR shots my realtor took in wide angle. Check it, yo:

Front of Craftsman Bungalow

Side View of Our House

Front Patio

Main Living Area

Dining Room

Kitchen

Master Bedroom

Master Bathroom

Kids’ Bedroom

Guest Bathroom

Loft

Spiral Stairs

Backyard

Backyard

Back of House

Train Caboose Guest House

Train Caboose Guest House

I wish there were more photos of it. The whole listing is here. I followed our agent with my iPhone in hand, obsessively taking low quality shots of every detail like some deranged museum curator who needs record of the way things were. (Cue: The Way We Were by Barbra Streisand.) I’m like a hoarder of digital pictures. Which is weird because I am absolutely a purger of physical things. I feel the need to document everything these days so I can try to remember it all. Momnesia has gotten the best of me & I don’t remember many details without the aid of photographic evidence. Don’t tell the kids that, though. They still think I see and know all.

I hope someone buys it who loves it as much as we did and who finds the value in such a special neighborhood. I was the neighborhood bloggesse and I’ve relinquished that to a sweet friend here in the hood (whom I will also miss. Waaaah!) I am slowly checking things off our to do list and it feels good but it also means we are one step closer to completely changing our lives. Thrilling and anxiety-inducing.

I’m off to reluctantly pack. Or eat chocolate cake in denial. The latter…definitely the latter.

Salvage ATL – Holy! What the? F it! I’m doing it.

10 Apr

This Saturday is the Salvage ATL event where my lil’ vintage line {verdigreen} is debuting in the real-space marketplace.

salvage ATL

I have mixed feelings of excitement and terror as I consider my presence outside the safety and comfort of the Etsy interwebs.

{verdigreen} vintage

To try and take my mind off the mounting to-do-list of funnery for the event, I created an Etsy treasury to highlight some of my vendor-mates.

salvage atl vintage vendor - link in treasury

They’re full of unparalleled awesomeness so the curation of their shop pieces had the opposite effect and now I’m feeling even less at ease. So here I sit, sipping Green Tea Ginger Ale which is almost as good as a beer.

green tea ginger ale - for all that ails you (almost)

Please come visit me, in BOOTH #1 (wh-wh-what?) this Saturday from 11am-6pm & bring me a PBR (the event sponsor – total score) to calm my nerves.

{verdigreen} at salvage

Easter Tradition – Getting a Tattoo

7 Apr

Okay I confess…that’s not an Easter tradition and this will likely be the only year I get “Easter ink” done.

Talking through it - distraction technique

But since you’re here and you’re reading, look what I did!

Double checking placement pre-ink

I can not have any more children because there are no wrists left to commemorate them on. I’m okay with that. I’m more than okay with that.

Being told what to do if I need to pass out

As it turns out, I have met my threshold of carving-designs-into-my-skin-for-self-expression pain.

Pretending to be really tough

Not as tough as I picture myself to be.

Bracing myself - it's ouchy

Now I have a tattoo on each wrist.

Left wrist - Hunter

As I like to say, the placement is symbolic of the shackles of motherhood imprisonment.

Right wrist - Kingston

But in a good way.

Can’t Sleep – Allergies Win

4 Apr

Insomnia is not something I am EVER afflicted with until tonight after 2 rounds of allergy meds appeasin’ my sneezin’. Today has the potential of being rough. The optimist in me thought since I was up I should be productive so after putzing around on Twitter and FB and Etsy I opted to create a Treasury (a curated collection) loosely based on Game of Thrones. 

While I’m here and since it’s been seemingly difficult to tend to my WP of late, I’d also like to mention that I am besides myself with anxiety (the good kind, if there is such a thing) about the upcoming Salvage ATL event. I am honored to have been invited/accepted onto their list of vendors as I am a mere novice amongst ATL greats in the vintage community. I want to treat this as a learning experience since it’s my first foray into the actual marketplace (versus my virtual vintage {verdigreen} on Etsy where I normally live). But I’m also excited at the possibilities of theming/decorating my booth to attract like-minded collectors and those thoughts paired with the lack of time I have to dedicate to such grand ideas have left me hopeful that I will somehow pull it all together like a magical wedding planner.

So without further ado, I bid you adieu so I can officially begin my day with 3 hours of sleep, 2 itchy eyes, 1 runny nose and unlimited daydreams.

%d bloggers like this: