Getting Dressed Isn't Easy

I hate pants. Just hate them. They're the last thing I put on when I get dressed (if I even wear them, mostly I wear dresses) and the first thing I take off when I get home. There's even a special part of my day I call "No Pants Noon Hour." This post isn't about pants. It's about earrings. But I felt that I should get the whole hating pants truth out. It's a critical feature of my being.

Today, I woke up as usual. I got dressed. In a t-shirt. For work?! Yes. It's Homecoming at the local high school, so I wore a t-shirt. (Yes, it had their mascot on it. Although I did think my "Not Everything in Iowa is Flat" shirt was just as fitting.) My second outfit of choice was nixed, as my boss told me it probably wasn't ok for me to wear a full length cloak to the office. So, I dressed. I accessorized. I went to work at 8:00. At 10:30, I realized something felt funny. Only one ear was making noise. Now, let me clarify. One of my favorite pairs of earrings jingles when I move. And my right ear was jingling, but my left ear wasn't. I reached up, and behold...I was wearing two different earrings. It wasn't as bad as the day I wore two different shoes (one flat, one heeled, and two different colors) but still, different nonetheless.

These. These seemed like they matched this morning.

I decided that while I was completely at ease walking around like that all morning, I couldn't (and my co-worker somewhat accusingly pointed out in so many words) that I looked ridiculous and could not continue my day that way. So I bought new earrings over lunch. That clearly seemed like the easiest answer.

Today is the kind of day where I woke up (under my new awesome and perfect comforter that I have searched for high and low for MONTHS--just ask Steph or Rachel), looked out my window and think "HOLY COW. I GET to live here. This town. This place. I'm a part of something crazy wonderful." Then, I had a pumpkin spice latte and it coconut/cinnamon scone and it got even better. I had my favorite wrap and salad for lunch at one of my favorite restaurants. Tonight, I'm going to a football game with one of my dearest friends in the world. I'm luckier than I deserve to be. 

One thing that has been a recent phenomenon in my life is tears. I never was a big cryer. Sweet and sappy things forced me to make gagging sounds, annoying my friends with sarcasm. Then, all of a sudden, my mid-twenties roll around, and BOOM. Here come the tears. I'm not talking full-on cry-fests, but rather "oh, look at the sweet elderly couple holding hands walking the dog-crap-I-better-not-blink-or-these-tears might-go-somewhere-out-of-my-eyes" kind of cries. On-the-verge kind of cries. This entire week has been filled with the feeling that "everything is so beautiful, my friends are so talented and life is so wonderful that I just want to sit and watch everything be beautiful and cry because life is so short and there's too much good to take in." Except yesterday, when my head hurt so bad I did cry. Those were not "life is so wonderful" tears. Those were "damnitthishurtstoomuchtogetupandfindtheadvilsoiwilllayhereandcontinuetobemiserablewhycan'tihaveahamstertofetchmymedicine" tears

This post was supposed to be about how my co-worker proclaimed today that I am high maintenance. Which, is actually probably true. She knows a lot.

I started.

Once upon a time, there was a super cool girl. (Not me). She bought a pretty yellow house. (Not me.) She kept it clean. (Not me.) She cooked awesome cupcakes and soups. (Not me. Well, I can rock a mean soup...but still, not me.) She had cats. (Definitely not me.) She had a checklist of things to accomplish by the time she was done being 25, and she did it. (Yeah, really not me.) But, this super cool girl started something that I really latched onto...she started a blog about all those neat and fantastic and adult (and some not-so) things she was doing, and she told her friend (me) that I should do the same.


So, this is what you're getting. I'm Emily. I try to be fun. I'm relatively (read:very) loud. I love my friends fiercely. I sew things. I cannot keep a clean house. I like hoppy beer and Irish whiskey. I really, really like dragons. I have too many pictures of other people's pets on my phone. I have a very selective memory. I work at a job where most things that happen to me, most people don't believe. I collect words and people. I live in a crazy wonderful place, and life is good.

Stay tuned.