I’m such a nerd. I love organizing things. (I should really look into becoming a professional organizer because I’m pretty sure I’d kick ass at it.) I don’t know what got into me yesterday, but I woke up with a ton of energy and decided it was time for some spring cleaning over on Henderson Street. I went through all of my boxes in the storage area and even reorganized the linen and bathroom closets and wiped down the fridge. Booyah!
For some reason, now more than ever, I’m less attached to material things, which is good considering the fact that I’ll probably never rent an apartment with as much storage space as this one has. I think my parents are also appreciating this new attitude as I’m finally getting rid of stuff I’ve kept there for years.
In the end, I had three boxes for the thrift store, one pile of stuff to sell or giveaway, a huge stack of magazines (gasp!) for recycling and a big o’ bag of trash. There’s still work to do (the pictures aren’t all that impressive, but you should have seen it before…), but it felt good. Really good. Witling down my possessions is a nice distraction from my compulsive Craigslist trolling for apartment listings… July postings, where are you?!
It hurts to wear shoes with my bum foot, so what can I not stop thinking about? New shoes, of course!
I have to buy new black flats about every six months because I wear them out (could have something to do with this injury, by the way). So would it make sense to “invest” in a pair of expensive flats instead of cheapy ones a couple times a year?
I have a big, fat crush on Tory Burch and her signature flats. I know I’m flashing back to my middle school mentality when I would have died for a pair of Abercrombie & Fitch jeans. It’s just about that medallion, right?
Well, whatever, I don’t know all that psychological crap behind branding and shopper appeal and what not, but I do know that if I had an extra $200, I’d give Tory a try. It’s hard to resist that smooth leather. My only question would be: gold or silver? (Probably gold to match my Marc, right?)
You know how I thought the Race to Wrigley went really well? Turns out that might not be the case – appears I’ve suffered a stress fracture in my foot. I don’t know that for sure, but it hurts like hell. I had it X-rayed (by an idiot savant, btw) and all appears normal, but I guess stress fractures don’t show up on X-rays anyway. It’s very mysterious though since I had no symptoms until Thursday night…
So anyway, since I spent most of the past three days observing R.I.C.E. (Rest, Ice, Compression, Elevation) and have nothing fun to report in Weekend Rewind, I’ll pass along an article (good find, Mom!) from the Tribune about about how quickly apartments are being snatched up in Chicago. Hopefully my foot will heal in time for the July listings in case I need to outrun the competition!
Apartment hunting in a tight market
By Sharon Stangenes, Special to Tribune Newspapers
When she returned to Chicago recently after several years absence, Rita Ciolek was surprised by how much renting had changed. Prices for downtown apartments had skyrocketed, incentives like one or two months’ free rent were gone and desirable units disappeared at warp speed.
Most units go within 24 to 48 hours,” said Ciolek, a 37-year-old tax accountant, who lost one apartment because she thought about it for 24 hours…
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I’ve never done a poll on Urban Nesting before, so let’s see how it goes.
Now, unless you’ve been living under a rock, you’ve noticed that colored denim is catching on like wildfire… in a tallgrass prairie… where it hasn’t rained since 1984…
Anyway, I tried on a pair of turquoise ones yesterday, but I couldn’t get myself to buy them. I’m generally a “classics” kind of girl, and I don’t think they’ll still be cool a year from now. But perhaps I stand alone.
“I want that Wednesdays” are a series of posts that, well frankly, are just of things (real estate, decor, food, etc.) I like. Egotistical, right? I’m hoping in time it’ll help me define my personal tastes. Let me know if you love it/hate it/can’t get enough of it.
I’ve been sick this week, so I’ve been spending an unusual amount of time in my bedroom. One of the compromises I made when I moved into my current place was bedroom size: It pretty much fits my full bed, and that’s it. But my logic was that if I was living alone, I’d only be in there to sleep anyway… right?
Well, to a point, I still agree with that. But it’s a real pain when you can’t even fit a nightstand with a reading lamp in there. Hopefully when I find my new place, there will be a little bit more space in the sleeping quarters. You know, just something like this:
Kidding, kidding. I mean, this looks ridiculously comfortable, but I’ll need a miracle to have as much space (and high ceilings) as this has – let alone the money to recreate the coziness. I can dream, right? (Get it? Dream? Bedroom? Too much?)
I stealthily took this pic of Mr. Anonymous here on the brown line. I run into him a couple mornings a week and admire his style. This day it was straw hat, hipster glasses (the only constant), plaid button-up, leather jacket, critter tie (extra points for anchors), a million bracelets, orange capris, red tote and boat shoes. I think he rocks it.
Anyone who knows me knows I would never wear the female version of this – I’m too matchy matchy, oftentimes to a fault – but I can admire from afar. Maybe I’ll ask him to be my friend one day – or just take me shopping!
I ran my first 5K of the season this weekend – ha, I say that as if I’m on a runner’s circuit or something when, in fact, I’m an awful runner. But anyway, the Race to Wrigley went surprisingly well! It could have had something to do with the weather being perfect – not too hot, not too cold and not windy. I’m entertaining the idea of running an 8 or 10K… maybe. We’ll see.
My running partners, Megan and Kim