Movers & Shakers
Paul & Joe dress via Planet Blue, Urban Outfitters sandals, Bebe hat, Anthropologie earrings, Jade bracelet from China, Planet Blue necklace
Bec and I are moving into a new condo very soon and I could not be happier because of the master bedroom and walk-in closet that will be mine. I had contemplated letting Bec get the master bedroom, but in reality it’s my turn to get it. We take turns on who gets the larger bedroom, and alas, my time has come around again. My oh so moral boyfriend thinks we should flip a coin for it, and while I tried to rebut by saying I had the smaller bedroom growing up, he said that was all irrelevant because my parents chose that (which I can’t recall if that’s how it went down, but I’m thinking I chose to be a nice sister and took the smaller room). But after a little analysis, I concluded that since I found our new home (as well as our current one) and put down the deposit, I scored me some bonus points and solidified my bedroom. After all, Bec will have one more shower than me in her bathroom (there’s a bathtub with a shower head and a standing shower stall).
Now that it’s settled, onto sifting through all of my clothes and determining sell-worthy clothes and the fate of my very sell-worthy treadmill. I bought a fancy fold-up treadmill a few years ago for the sole purpose of training for the LA Marathon. Well, that’s done and accomplished- not the training part- the two times Bec and I tried to run at the Santa Monica beach, we gave up after running a combined mile and a half during both attempts. I ran winter/spring track and cross country in high school and in my head I thought that my experiences years ago would help me overcome anything I’d face in the marathon. Plus, I once biked 19.7 miles in my company’s gym during my lunch hour and I somehow thought that was adequate preparation. We finished through blood, sweat, and near tears around mile 21, and I ditched Bec to sprint the last 200 meters of the 26.2 mile beast. And all I really wanted was the medal in the end- need to display that somewhere in said new master bedroom- but now I’m left with a treadmill we’ve used ten times. Oh Mr. Bad Investment, I’m shaking you off and moving on.