The Mornings Are Darker

I’ve just about rebounded from my cold! Unfortunately I didn’t get much rest while actually being sick. I’m that person in my office no matter how much I’m hacking. To be quite fair though, there’s normally no more than a few people on my entire floor. I can get away with being sick at work and not spreading it around. 

I had some time this morning to myself. I got up early only to have our one bathroom already occupied. So I took out the camera, took a few snaps, and though I would share. 

I think I’d like to take this blog on a more personal route than it’s been heading. Lifestyle blogs have always interested me more so than most, but I don’t know if I really have a lifestyle on which others would want to read? 

That aside I feel like as long as what I’m blogging about is true to myself I can’t go too wrong. I’m going to try and keep posting four to five times a week, but it just might not be what you’re used to seeing. 

Somethings are changing around these parts.

I felt best in writing about personal experience and sharing parts of my life. (See these posts






I’m also going to be focusing more on my photography in the coming months. The photography blog is it’s own creature entirely.

Check it out here.

I’d love more posts on my own city as well. Since moving to Cincinnati it’s really grown a special place in my heart. It’s really been moving forward into the right direction lately. I want to just shout from the rooftops and get the word out. 

Finally I’d just like to keep up on my everyday life here. Most of my friends and family live a good eight hours away or more. It’s nice to think that some of them will be reading and able to keep up on what I’m doing. Plus I always love reading blogs that are closer to journals. 

Some things will be leaving this blog.

Unless it’s pertinent to something I’m planning in my life, Mood boards will no longer be a weekly feature. 

I’m also going to nix sponsorship for awhile, maybe forever. So far it’s been nice seeing other people interested in this blog, but overall more hassle than it’s worth in the long run. This will also give me more freedom to blog about what I want, whenever I want to! 

But don’t think that I won’t be posting about my sewing and home improvements! I’m teetering on obsession in both those categories, and have a big organizing session planned for this weekend. These topics will more than likely always be a big part of this blog.

So now that I’ve gotten everything out there, and if you actually are reading, I’d love to know what everyone thinks! Did I just lose my readership? 


Learn From My Mistakes

Remember how stoked I was on the newly painted white wood floors we did in our future bedroom? Well consider me officially bummed. I wanted to be awesome and protect all my hard work with a top coat of polyethurathane. 

Well, I don’t know if you know this, but oil based poly will yellow with a vengeance.

Nothing ruins my day more than PEE colored floors. So I’m back to sanding and repainting at this point. I’d just like to point out, that oil poly and white paint is a no no. 

If anything, please learn from my mistakes! 

The Devil Was Sitting on My Chest

John Henry Fuseli – The Nightmare

So I want to say last night the single most terrifying experience of my life happened. 

  I was in the midst of a sewing frenzy. In total I made two pairs of pants, a chemise, and five shirts. I’m meeting up with my dad do some historically accurate 1840’s camping this weekend. Of course I wait until the night before to get all my sewing done. The serger and I have become good friends now, but that’s another story entirely. 

By the time I’d actually completed all my sewing it’s was around midnight. Midnight is super late for me to still be up, I have to get up at six for work during the weekdays. In fact my boyfriend Brian was already asleep when I came upstairs, which NEVER happens. 

I get into bed, super exhausted, still trying to shake that feeling of there’s some stuff I still need to do before we leave for this weekend. I turn off the light. We have the kind of lamps where you can touch them anywhere on the metal base to turn them on or off. Sometimes they turn on by themselves, but usually it’s no big deal. I fall asleep pretty quickly.

The first thing I notice when I wake up is that the light has turned itself on. My brain says, 

“Brian, can you turn that off?”

 but nothing comes out of my mouth. 

I go to nudge him instead, but my arms feel bolted down. Very suddenly I hear what sounds like a woman screaming, in pain. There’s this crushing feeling on my chest. I can move my eyes though, and I’m sure they’re darting around like a mad woman. 

I cannot breath.

I trying so hard to open my mouth and nothing is happening. In my head I’m panicking. I’m screaming,

 “Brian please wake up, I think I’m dying!”. 

Then I start hearing this whooshing sound, like a helicopter, but louder and lower pitched. It is deafening. All the while, I still cannot breath. My adrenaline is going through the roof. 

A thousand things start running through my head, all pretty illogical in retrospect, but pretty convincing while this ordeal was happening. 



picked the most sensible explanation though. I was being abducted by aliens. That was the only answer. I’m laying here in bed and my dog and my boyfriend are completely unaware of my impending doom.

Aliens are going to start crawling through my window any minute now. I wait for flashing lights. 

I wait for the tractor beam.

What feels like an hour passes and It’s still the same. I am trying to will my arm to nudge Brian, my hand is actually touching his thigh! I can’t move that fraction of an inch. 

I can’t move it. 

I still hear the whoosing and the lady screaming. I feel like it might drive me insane. 

The side table lamp flickers, but remains on. 

This is what I get for making fun of ancient aliens. This is what I get for mocking how fake the xfiles aliens look. They’re obviously trying to prove me wrong. 

I really don’t want to be probed at this point. I wonder if I can take a martian in a fist fight. 


Can’t he hear the noises? I am more full of fear than I have ever been in my entire life. 

Suddenly, everything stops.

I slowly lift my arm up and touch Brian. I can’t believe I can move. 

Am I in shock? Am I dead? 


I tell him to turn off the light. I must look terrified.

“What is it?” He says again. 

“Didn’t you hear that woman screaming? What about the whoosing noise?”  His eyes narrow at me. 

“Are you f*cking serious?”

 I let about thirty seconds pass by before I say, 

“I think was just abducted by aliens.”

His jaw drops open, and he mouths “what?!”.

 He lets out this long and pained sigh, turns out the light, and goes back to sleep. 

So now I’m in the dark, not able to sleep. I start actually rationalizing what happened. Thank god I troll the internet like a madwoman, because suddenly I remember about

Sleep Paralysis, or more commenly known as when “the devil sits on your chest.” The wiki page explains it quite well. 

Physiologically, sleep paralysis is closely related to REM atonia, the paralysis that occurs as a natural part of REM (rapid eye movement) sleep. Sleep paralysis occurs either when falling asleep, or when awakening. … When it occurs upon awakening, the person becomes aware before the REM cycle is complete, and it is called hypnopompic or postdormital. The paralysis can last from several seconds to several minutes, with some rare cases being hours, “by which the individual may experience panic symptoms”. As the correlation with REM sleep suggests, the paralysis is not entirely complete; use of EOG traces shows that eye movement is still possible during such episodes, however, the individual experiencing sleep paralysis is unable to speak.

I’m still listening for the noises I heard. I think I hear the woman again, but when I listen closer it’s the next door neighbors dog howling. Then a train goes by in the distance which is very similar to the whoosing. 

Hypnagogic and hypnopompic hallucinations are symptoms commonly experienced during episodes of sleep paralysis. Some scientists have proposed this condition as an explanation for reports of alien abductions and ghostly encounters.A study by Susan Blackmore and Marcus Cox (the Blackmore-Cox study) of the University of the West of England supports the suggestion that reports of alien abductions are related to sleep paralysis rather than to temporal lobe lability.There are three main types of these hallucinations that can be linked to pathologic neurophysiology.These include the belief that there is an intruder in the room, the incubus, and vestibular motor sensations.

Many people that experience sleep paralysis are struck with a deep sense of terror because they sense a menacing presence in the room while they are paralyzed which will hereafter be referred to as the intruder. Sensing a malignant presence in the room during an episode of sleep paralysis is believed to be the result of a hyper vigilant state that is created in the midbrain.More specifically it is believed that the emergency response is activated in the brain when individuals wake up paralyzed and feel extremely vulnerable to attack. This feeling of helplessness can intensify the effects of the threat response well above the level typically found in normal dreams; this could explain why the hallucinations experienced during sleep paralysis are so vivid.Normally the threat activated vigilance system is a protective mechanism used by the body to differentiate between dangerous situations and to determine whether the fear response is appropriate.This threat vigilance system is evolutionarily biased to interpret ambiguous stimuli as dangerous because the survival of the organism is greatly increased if it is more likely to interpret situations as life-threatening. This could serve as an explanation as to why the presence sensed by those experiencing sleep paralysis is generally believed to be evil.

So basically my brain was going bananas and pulling from my surroundings and fears to create the hallucination. Which explains why the sounds were so deafening to me. From what I understand it’s very similar to hallucinations from drugs. So like reality, only way way worse. 

I totally have the lasting feeling of terror, my adrenaline levels are all screwy and I’m very jumpy today. I’m also glad that Alien Abduction wasn’t just something that I alone thought was going on. I mean for thousands of years people just assumed a demon was trying to possess them, at least I’m not that unreasonable.

Everything aside, I think I’m going to cool it on my X-files marathons for awhile, just in case. 

Whatever Wednesday: Fashion Week Faves

It was 40 degrees when I woke up this morning. I can officially say that Fall is here in the Midwest! What a better way to celebrate than picking some of my favorite spring fashions for 2013. I’m anything if practical.

Vivienne Westwood Red Label Spring 2013

I dig granny chic, so it’s no surprise at all that this line appealed to me. Pancake makeup aside the pieces are classic yet interesting. The shilloute of the first skirt showed up a handful of more times in the show and is really a great piece. Not to mention that there’s pockets, which is pretty much a skirt must have. Everything in this show looked like it could translate easily into real life. 

Holmes & Yang Spring 2013

I believe this is Katie Holmes’ first fashion line. All in all it was pretty strong. Worth clicking to enlarge on these. The lines of the clothing are great, very minimal. I could have done without the kooky print on the dress, but no one’s perfect. I think what I like most about this show was how classic everything felt. Their line felt a bit disjointed though. I can’t wait to see what they come up with for their next season though.

Jill Stuart Spring 2013

This show was the best for me. Very 1930’s vibe, great colors, and fabric choice. It’s ultra feminine, which hasn’t always been my cup of tea. It feels like it’s out of a dream. The bows, the lace, the weightless feel. If I had an excuse and unlimited funds, I would wear all the pieces from this show everyday. The hints of blue throughout were really nice and unexpected with the rest of the earthy palette. While the style lines seem pretty simple for the most part, they’re just so well executed they take the designs to a whole other level.  

I’m sure Jill won’t get as much press as say Acne or PPQ, but her spring line has staying power. 

Strawberry Chocolate Chip Pancakes


  • 1 cup whole wheat flour
  • 2 tbsp brown sugar
  • 2 tbsp baking powder
  • 1 tsp salt
  • 1 egg
  • 1 cup FF milk
  • 2 tbsp pure almond extract
  • 2 tablespoons vegetable oil
  • 1 cup diced strawberries 
  • 2 tbsp mini dark chocolate chips

Sift together flour, salt, baking powder, and sugar into large bowl.

Add wet ingredients including slightly beaten egg. 

Mix until well combined.

Fold in strawberries and mini chocolate chips.

Cook with cooking spray using griddle or pan over medium heat. 

Cook until bubbles form in center, flip and brown the other side.

Add sour cream and pure maple syrup and go to 

pancake heaven. 

Dresser Makeover

I purchased this dresser off of craigslist for 50 bucks. I didn’t have the sense to photograph it before I stripped the horrible brown paint off of it. I stripped and sanded this piece down, and went about staining it. Halfway through the staining process I realized that the lighter wood wasn’t taking the stain the same as the other wood. It was time to improvise. 

I broke out some white left over house paint, in high gloss. 

Check out that white and wood two tone action. I also spray painted the original hardware a gold metallic color.