Even through the blur, this is a pretty accurate picture of what our holiday weekend was like. We set the goal high - aiming for a clean apartment that people might assume humans live in. We got there, eventually, but my apron and I got quite a hefty workout. Our apartment now smells of jasmine and fresh cut grass (the windows are open), and we're not in a constant game of Twister, climbing and contorting over piles to reach what we need. There was more than just cleaning, just in case you worry we spent three days in a lemon-scented work prison. There was a huge salad with grilled shrimp and asparagus, homemade croutons, and goat cheese, icy glasses full of pear cider, long walks through town, a thrifted wok, a bike ride, the best breakfast sandwich ever (think fresh baked bread, eggs scrambled with fresh herbs, and Emmental cheese). The weekend also brought movies, old and new, a night out with friends, lentil sloppy joes, and a trip to the library next door for the book sale. It was so full that by the time I stopped to try to capture this image, there was only the blur of successful exhaustion. Oh, that and this one in which I forgot to press the timer button:
4 comments:
I love that you wear an apron.
I also love when you talk about what you and Andrew eat, half of the stuff is usually something that I have never heard of before or have never tried.
I love sitting down after cleaning and surveying my work.
i am trying to clean up my apartment and it is not going as well. my afternoon has been spent sitting on my couch instead of scrubbing the bathroom. you maybe it is the apron.
That's a very "Brandi" apron.
I agree with Kari, you always eat such fancy stuff. I always fel like some country honky who's never heard of anything when you list your menus.
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