Ugh, less than a week in and I've already broken my promise to post every day...three times? Four? Regardless, awful of me.
Lots of unpacking was done, hair was cut, frozen yogurt was eaten.
Saturday was actually quite busy. I went to a festival down by the harbor, organized by a local company called Atlantic Salt (which is misleadingly nice/fancy name because they really supply salt to be put on the roads in the winter) which was a lot of fun. I guess it was geared toward families/younger kids (the arts and crafts tipped me off for that one) but there was also a Coast Guard ship, complete with sailors to give tours. So, fun for everyone. (Not quite Fleet Week, but I'm not one to complain.) Then I had to leave to "rescue" my aunt from a bridal shower she did not want to be at, which was fun albeit a little ridiculous.
Sunday was lovely by virtue of the fact that it included a trip to Ikea. I don't think I've ever really expressed my love for Swedish homegoods adequately, but here we are: I. Love. Ikea. You know, there's that scene in (500) Days of Summer where Summer and Tom just frolick through the showroom (let's be honest, Ikea does lend itself to frolicking)? Adorable! And all of those really small flats they have set up ("275 sq feet?! Impossible! No one can live here; it simply can't be done!") are semi-miraculous and completely adorable. Plus, finally having a legitimate reason to buy plates and tablecloths and throw pillows? Wonderful.
Alright, I suppose that's about all for now. Next up: lunch with my godmother, shopping and cocktails with my tres chic cousin, and tracking down my prodigal best friend, recently returned from abroad. Should be interesting.
Just for continuity's sake, here is a song that's been on repeat lately:
Florence + the Machine-- "Between Two Lungs"
(the best comment on the video? "This makes me want to run through the forest in a floaty dress" ...I have to say, I concur.)
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