snowflakes that stay.

(you can only imagine what this did to my hair. ish.
to see more snowy photos, head here)

Holy whoa friends, I like you. The scads of baby shower suggestions blew my mind! Mama-to-be called me last night, we had a good little gab session to pick out out a few fun games. It's clear you could all write the best "Dos and Don'ts of Baby Showers" book known to man. Er, woman.

Other things that are blowing my mind: snow. We just got a lot of it. Yesterday afternoon the prettiest flakes began floating down, and I pushed back from a little writing I was doing to walk around the neighborhood. It had that gorgeous, it's-almost-Christmas first snow look. But, it wasn't long before those floating flakes turned icy and began pelting me in the face. I turned my tush around and headed back home, where I snuggled up for the rest of the evening to watch the snow fall.

I like to think Wisconsin winters are just saying an extra thorough goodbye, since this winter was my very last in Wisconsin. In the next few weeks I'll be packing up, getting ready to move to Kuwait or wherever Gabe's posted at the end of April. (I wish I knew. I also wish the answer was Italy.) This morning, the world is so beautiful and I don't mind the inconvenience of the snow. I feel a bit sentimental about it. 

Even if I'm not sure how I'll get my car out of the garage...

And hey. Happy Leap Day. Do something awesome today.

auntie.

(if you want to see what things really look like when i'm setting up a photo,
click over here. ahh, what a little cropping can do...)

Here's the funny thing about moving up your wedding by six months: lots of people ask if you're pregnant. Or you can tell they're thinking it. Within days, I got wise and started addressing that topic, without being asked, while answering questions:

"Yes, we got married six months early! 
Yes, planned it in eight weeks!
No, we're not pregnant!"

But, it didn't help my case that within days of getting hitched, I started pinning + chatting about baby things. Whoops.

I swear, that's because I'm gonna be an auntie* and am excitedly planning my best friend' s brunch baby shower! Swear it. Baby A is going to be a little dude (yay!)...and the mama is a very unique individual who seems more into stripes and statements than little baby animals. After searching the web for just the right invite...and not finding it...I wound up making these. 

Now...I'm moving on to shower games, which I feel are a necessary evil. And I need help. Obviously they get people mingling and giggling. But, without naming any games specifically, I will say that shower games can get a little tacky/awkward for guests.

What's the worst shower game you've ever played?

The best game you've played?

**Quasi-auntie. I became a real aunt to the tenth power on New Years Eve. During our wedding reception, the little boys told me they'd decided to call me "Auntie B". Later, one of them gave us a card in which he'd doodled a patch of flowers and handwritten "I just wish you a good marriage."

He's seven. I died of cuteness.

getting legit.

I'm a bit of a shy blogger--it's a family member or my husband who tells others that I write here. When it comes up in conversation, I'm always my worst critic, forever saying, "Oh, it's just this little silly thing I do. It's nothing, it's small. So many people do it better."

But deep down, I really, really love it. It's a huge part of who I am, who I know...and I have this quiet pride that I've actually stuck to it for years. Even if I die of embarrassment over my first few years of blogging. Ish.

I've started to apply the quote above to my creative efforts, too. Whatever you are...be a good one. Do it well, and don't be shy in taking pride in what you've tied your heart into.

So, first things first...I finally bought a legit website. Then, I hired a fabulous graphic designer to do an overhaul on my space. (Cannot wait to see it.) And that whole "be a good one" also means a little online clean up--when I started this blog in 2008, I had no clue what Twitter was, and I don't believe Instagram was even a "thing", therefore I wasn't intentional about keeping usernames + websites consistent through the years. I even did silly things like using my maiden name...after I got engaged. What the what? I know. 

I know.

Let's make it a bit easier. Here's where you can find me all around the web!

web/blog: rinserepeatblog.com

facebook: facebook.com/rinserepeatblog

twitter: @rinserepeatblog

pinterest: pinterest.com/rinserepeatblog

instagram: rinserepeatblog

Whew. That feels better already. :)

big ol' scary white space.

A few semesters of my college career were spent in drawing and painting classes, days which could only be described as intimidating. (Full disclosure: They were tolerable only due to one very handsome British instructor.) Classes would start at 8am and last til 11am...I felt every second of those three hours. For the first hour, I'd fiddle with erasers, brushes and palettes until it was no longer possible to disguise the truth: I was buying time until I absolutely, positively had to commit to putting a colorful mark on that big blank white space.

Life for me, recently, has felt that way: a blank white space. I'm at this really beautiful place where I have time, energy, the ability to throw myself into something new, and a husband who is endlessly supportive of my creativity. There are vibrant colors just waiting to hit the canvas...I have so many ideas rolling around in my head. I could say, "I'm going to write a book...or spend every minute blogging...or open a small creative business...or devote all my time to learning French."

And God bless my husband. He's told me to do all of those things, he really believes I could do anything.

But right now, I'm scared of that big white space. Instead of taking myself seriously as a creative girl, I've been fiddling with little creative things here or there without committing to a bigger plan. And that's solely out of fear. 

When I crack past that layer of creative inferiority, I know I'm a gutsy girl. I planned a wedding in eight weeks, I flew to a foreign country to meet my husband and I've walked the streets of the middle east alone! In so many ways, I'm gutsy and have faith in my skill set. But dedicating myself to a first colorful, creative move...putting the first brushstroke on the canvas and solidly saying, "I'm doing this. Even if it's bumpy and awkward at first...I'm going to become great at it..."

...well, it's got me struggling. And I don't know if admitting it is a wise move, but I always try to be honest 'round here. So there it is, friends.

Do you ever feel that way about life? Just inexplicably, beyond frightened to make that first colorful stroke? How do you battle it?

st. patricks day dinner.

At the beginning of last year, Gabe and I decided that St. Patty's Day was a "thing" for us, what with the whole falling-in-love-in-Ireland situation. Granted, he was in Iraq at the time, but it was my job to start the tradition of cooking a St. Patty's Feast every year.

I don't cook...ever. Just imagine the fear that swept though my body when I realized I'd invited nine people over for a dinner party.

But, I crammed those nine people into my 300 square foot apartment, all sitting around an 8ft folding table that just baaaarely fit in my itty bitty living room when laid from corner to corner. Thankfully, all my guests were family friends I'd know since birth or youth...so none were allowed to judge my cooking or my matchbox sized apartment.

(A little bit of frantic preparations.)

I kept the table decor pretty simple, a layer of burlap covered by a layer of green seersucker...quite obviously not ironed. You know, cause the Irish aren't fussy...or 'cause I was busy cooking an enormous slab of meat and wrinkles weren't top o' my list.

Three packages of mossy green rocks from the Dollar Store, mixed with a handful of gold coins and a few pillar candles made for an ultra easy $10 centerpiece. I snagged a handful of gold flatware and tied linen napkins with a paper doily and twine. Each place was set with a Guinness (just to get things started...) and a perfectly green Perrier.

The menu consisted of some real simple Irish favorites:

Mustard and Maple Glazed Corned Beef
Potatoes, Cabbage and Carrots
Irish Soda Bread
Colcannon
Peas
Irish Apple Cake
Irish Chocolate Cheesecake

Most of these recipes were dug out of out of a real, live Irish cookbook and while they frightened me at first I got the hang pretty quickly. Obviously Guinness and Irish coffee were drank like water. The corned beef is still being raved about, which blows my mind since I began with following a recipe but quickly diverged and added whatever I wanted.

Irish tunes were flowing and people stayed long after the sun went down...just gabbing and laughing. It was boiling hot in my apartment, we all reeked of corned beef and cabbage, but it was such a good time.

This year I was on the fence...whether to throw a larger party, or just invite my parents and sister over. But, I'm winding down to my last month or two here in Wisconsin and big bash was the only way to go! Big bash it is. And I can't wait.

Perhaps it's the Guinness, but there's something about Irish food and the Irish spirit that's absolutely contagious and I look forward to celebrating March 17th every year.

Do you do anything to celebrate St. Patty's Day?

getting travel savvy: splash-proof labeled bottles.

If you're anything like me, packing consists of shoving full size cosmetic bottles in the zipper portion of your luggage...often the morning of your trip. But when I recently realized how much that bevy of bottles weighs, how frequently I fly and how close my baggage often teeters to that 50 lb max...

...I knew it was time to get a bit more travel-savvy.

These little personalized bottles are easy-peasy, inexpensive, splash-safe and you can crank out a whole batch of them in ten minutes or less. And I spend much less time sniffing bottles to figure out which is which, only to slather my legs with spendy conditioner and wash my hair with $2 lotion.

And yes, that's happened more often than I'd like to admit. ;)

Supplies:

Small travel bottles    Double-sided tape

Washi tape   Scissors

Contact paper     A pretty pen

Plain white paper                                   

 

How to:

Step 1: Cut out a thin strip of paper, and label it. Use your cutest pen, obviously.

Step 2: Place a little double sided tape on the back of paper strip and attach to a small bottle.

Step 3: Cut washi tape strips long enough to fit around all the way around the bottle. Attach, framing your paper label.

Step 4: Place bottle on contact paper to measure out the amount needed, making sure the contact paper will extend just beyond washi tape. Remove backing and carefully apply around bottle. Smooth out any bubbles and press the edges firmly to create a good splash-safe seal.

Ta-da! Much cuter, and endlessly more functional.

home, home, home.

(Snapped by me, somewhere over Wisconsin.)

I am home, I am home, I am home. And it feels much like breathing air for the first time. After living in the US my entire life, and traveling only in very free societies...Kuwait was a cultural contrast! Beautiful in many ways and full of things to learn, but ultimately I could feel rules and eyes everywhere.

Several days before I left Kuwait, I took a longer walk than usual, walking outside our neighborhood...it felt so nice and freeing. On the walk home, a man pulled his car over on the busy street, trying to convince me to get in his car and he'd drive me home. I flatly said no, without looking at his eyes and crossed the busy street. He flipped a U-turn and followed me...all the way back to the neighborhood where my apartment building waited just up the street. Trying to be a smart cookie and not give away where I lived, I headed to the Thai restaurant a few steps further. As I attempted to cross the street...he stopped the nose of his car right in my path and continued leering, asking me if I needed a ride. Thinking quick, I darted behind his car, dashed across the street behind a barrier of parked cars and into Sabaidee...where I ate spring rolls and waited until the coast was clear.

That was the end of my exploring in Kuwait--I don't know how sinister that man's intentions were...perhaps he just wanted a western woman's attention, perhaps it was something darker. But it was off-putting. I wasn't terribly frightened, as it was daylight in a busy neighborhood and I had my phone. Gabe and Enijah, our maid, quickly agreed there would be no more solo exploring, save the one block walk to Sabaidee to fetch spring rolls for lunch...the route where English-speaking guards were posted every 100 feet. After this rule was enacted, the days were very long and I became fidgety.

Already I miss little things about Kuwait, like my friend Enijah, hearing the call to prayer, and largely, I miss my husband so much. It was a wonderful experience. But, I'm slightly relieved to be back home, where I slept well for the first time in 12 days, and can wear + photograph whatever I'd like.

I'm taking this weekend to unpack, wash laundry, attend a wedding and restock my cupboards. In other words, get back to normal life around here!

How about you? Any big weekend plans?

vday and last day in kuwait.

For the past two days, the internet gods have not been shining on me here in Kuwait...the connection trips out every few minutes, and eventually quick tasks like uploading an Instagram photo takes forever. Needless to say, I scrapped any and all plans for a cutesy Happy Valentines post yesterday!


Sometimes you gotta know when to give up, right? But the skies have parted and the gods are shining on me with a stable connection (15 minutes and counting!)...so here's a quick recap:

On Valentines, Gabe took the entire day off of work--a miracle since he's worked seven days a week for the past month. We spent our Valentines morning sleeping in, eating breakfast in bed and snuggling until noon when we both realized we had massive caffeine withdrawl headaches and popped over to Starbucks.

Later our friendly cab driver, Nesar, took us down to Souq Mubarakiya, the closest thing you'll find to an old-school Arabian market in this country. There was lots of meat, spices, exotic fruits and veggies as well as tons of jewelry, scarves and other little treasures. Since we hit it early in the afternoon, it was fairly empty...things seem to come alive later here in Kuwait.

We cleaned up quickly, grabbing little gifts for my family and a few keepsakes for us. Definitely my favorite part of this visit.

We had decided a few weeks ago to stay in and cook dinner ourselves on V-day...mostly because I was dying to wear my red, lace-back dress. We agreed would get me arrested if it saw the light of day in Kuwait. Reason #2: displays of affection (hugging, linking arms, kissing) are pretty frowned upon in public...and what can I say? I wanted to hold my husband's hand and kiss him across the table on V-day. So, dinner in it was.

Gabe made delicious spaghetti and garlic bread, while I unpacked all the silly little things I'd brought 7000+ miles for the occasion. (Candle sticks, pink gingham fabric scrap, paper doilies, sparkly ribbons and confetti.) We hauled the tiny bistro table off the porch and placed it right in front of the enormous ocean-view window in the living room.

I was proud of our silly little teamwork, of celebrating the day together. It wasn't a fancy dinner at a fabulous restaurant, but it was romantic and heartfelt and that's all we needed.

Tonight, at midnight, I'm back on a plane to the states...but I made sure to hide a dozen little love notes in Gabe's bedroom lest he feel a little lonely when he returns from the airport. With all our past goodbyes, he's the one boarding 24 hours worth of flights...so this is a bit of a role reversal! I've told him that the best prescription for returning to a lonely home...is some trashy episodes of The Bachelor and a large bowl of mac and cheese.

Methinks he will likely not be taking my advice...

I'm off to cuddle with my husband for two hours before it's back on a plane. Although I'm sad to leave, I'll be relieved to be back in a country where I can snap photos to my heart's content, and perhaps wear something that exposes my elbows. Hurray! ;)

Hope you each had a lovely Valentines Day!