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just get ready- its wings night.


Just change your bra, already.

You know that moment. When you wake up and throw on a bra- its your favorite bra- and it just happens to be bright purple. You quickly flip through your clothes trying to find a shirt that won’t show the color of your bra through it. With no avail, you run down the hall into your roomates closet- still no luck. That is when I fling the door open to Liz’s room trying to find SOMETHING appropriate for work to wear that won’t show my bra.
There is a simple solution to this- change your bra. I mean yeah, you have a few other white or off white bras in your dresser- but you already have this one on! For any guy that is reading this- it may sound stupid- but for any girl that is reading this- you can totally relate. (as if we actually have people reading our blog)

This happened to me the other day- I work at Paper Source, and you have to look pretty pulled together, so a colorful bra is not really the look I was going for. Liz just looked at me while I was desperately throwing clothes on and was like, “erin, just change your bra.” ABSOLUTLY NOT was the first thought through my head. Its just such a pain. (Where as trying 50 different shirts on and cleaning them up after isn’t) After many outfit attempts I finally listened to Liz (this doesn’t happen often) and changed my bra. I was much happier and more comfortable all day.  This my dear readers, is not the point of the story. But the moral can be applied to many things- especially in our lives.

If you read Liz’s post below you already know about the struggs of our living room. Its been a constant push and pull. It too big, its too white, now its too bright, theres no wall space, now it looks like a retirement community in florida, yadda yadda… Then around midnight last night Liz and I were sprawled out on the living room floor and we just couldnt take it anymore. We are both very busy people- I mean VERY busy. She works Five days a week 9-5 and works at a restaurant nights and weekends. I work about 25 hours a week, take classes, and intern 9-5 two days a week. This puts us in a place where we don’t get much sleep and are still trying to enjoy the tiny bit of our “youth” we have left before we have to go be real people. We are both also design-color-happy-particular people. When something isn’t working in a room- we are not happy. Our living room has been a source of unhappiness for a month now.

Last night, we reached our breaking point. Around midnight, paint samples were flung around the room while we debated various shades of gray, green, pink, white, teal and finally settled on a nice color called, “twilight gray” This was weird. The only color we could agree on was gray? what? (Gray isn’t even a color its a shade of light!!) So in true Liz fashion, she brought in a POP of color. And by pop of color I mean she brought in her left-over teal paint from her bedroom and we immediately attacked the ugly Florida retirement community watered-down seafoam walls we had been living with.

and- VOILA! everthing is already starting to feel better. Even when delusion struck around 2:30 am we were still laying on our newly slip covered couch amongst the cat hair, staring at our new teal wall.

Sometimes you really just change something, from as simple as your bra, to as in depth as your wall color to make everything “right” again. That was a lesson I learned last night- especially because I 1- hate to be wrong and 2- hate change. Sometimes you just have to do it. and really, if you know in the back of your head that a “color” is not right or is not working for you- then that “color” is probably not right, and you should change it.

–see what i did there.

Put It On the Wall

This summer has been all about pushing it.

I need more sleep – but I push through it. I need more money – but I push through it. I need to spend more time on myself – but I push through it. I’m not having fun at my internship – but I push through it. I want to take a break – but I push through it.

So every morning, I wake up, force my heavy eyelids open, and think the exact same, overwhelming thought: god damn it, something has got to give.

When you’ve committed yourself to things you can’t back out of, the solution isn’t in giving up or throwing in the towel prematurely – the only thing I can do for myself is to really perfect life where it counts. Things that CAN get better NEED to be the best they can.

Which brings me to our apartment. Moving into our apartment (after squatting in the empty apartment next door quasi-illegally for 3 weeks in a hot and sweaty pig sty) was a hap-hazard, frantic process. We felt a desperate need to be settled in, so we settled as quickly as possible. And in true Erin and Liz fashion, that meant painting the walls, color-styling our rooms and even making the trek to IKEA before the previous inhabitants were even out of their rooms (poor girls didn’t know what hit ’em). We get a little excited. But, again, in true Lerin fashion, we may have thrown paint on the walls a little too quickly.

Some people can live with a half-assed decorating job, or a failed paint job, or a room that is only near completion. Design-minded folk like Erin and Liz cannot.

So I’ve realized that of all the overpowering pulls on my life right now, the one thing that really has to give is that our apartment needs to feel like home – it needs to be an escape from the summer of pushing it, the only place where I don’t need to push through anything.

For the past month, Erin and I have been pushing through it – and finally last night we admitted to ourselves and to each other that the living room has been sucking the happiness out of us. The thing about us is that we try really hard to be happy, and most of the time, we really really are. We try not to recognize inconvenient truths, whether it’s a schism in our social group or a cloud over our moods, in an effort to maintain our happy lifestyles. I think we learned our lesson last night though. We’d been trying to ignore how much we hated the living room for weeks. But once it was out in the open, that stupid wall color had NO CHANCE again the combined spontaneous energy of Erin and Liz. Once a problem is recognized, we are very productive individuals. We go through our four step process, and suddenly, at 2:30 am as usual, we are well on our way to perfecting our haven.

1. Recognize problem.

2. Fight about it.

3. Have epiphany, love each other again.

4. Take action, and don’t stop til it’s finished.

The point of the story is that our apartment is now well on it’s way to being something we’re both proud of, and we were silly to ever think that that didn’t matter – more than anything.

Just a little something to get you through hump day.

Happy Humpday Readers!

Wednesdays can be rough- and when I get sad or anxious- I bake!

Yesterday I had a not so top notch photo class and ended up sneaking out early to crawl back to my apartment and make dark chocolate brownies- girls gotta do what a girls gotta do.

I would say they were pretty much a hit. They were GONE within a few hours- I didn’t even get a chance to take a picture of them for y’all!

Heres how you make em!


1/2 cup veggie oil
1 cup granulated sugar
1 teaspoon vanilla
2 eggs
1/2 cup flour
1/4 cup dark chocolate cocoa powder
1/2 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon corn syrup
1/4 teaspoon bakin’ powder


1. Preheat the Oven to 350 and grease the pan
2. Mix together the sugar, flour, salt, powder, and cocoa
3. Add in oil, eggs, and corn syrup- the corn syrup makes them nice and fudgy!
4. Mix in the rest of the ingredients.
5. Cook for about 20 minutes.


Changing Gears

I love the one-year post erin! Can’t wait for it to be a year from now.

So this morning I figured I’d take the bus to my internship in Brookline because, well, Brookline sounds far. But Erin grabbed her bike and we went down the stairs together and I did the whole “double-back, nevermind, wait double-back, ehhhh” indecisive panic thing while deciding whether or not biking was the better option. I got all the way to the bus stop, sat down for ten minutes, then said “screw this,” and went home for my bike.

Basically, bikes rule, and since I started biking regularly (um, 7 days ago) I’ve regretted every time I’ve taken public transportation.

I love my Novara Transfer 2011. It’s beautiful (it really is actually, and it sure wasn’t cheap).

And to really solidify my newfound love for all things bikes, I’ve joined the Clif Bar & GOOD collaboration called The 2 Mile Challenge. So, all you non-existent readers, CLICK ON THE LINK! Join the Red team! And join my one-a-day challenge at

Today I logged 3 miles on the way here and I’ll be logging 3.2 miles to work tonight! Onwards and upwards!


In one years time.

“a year from now you will wish you had started today”
-karen lamb

 This is our blog. It is still a baby- but it doesn’t breath, poop, or cry so I like it. (note: i hate babies) We have three or four posts- there is no general direction yet. But that is okay- because were doing it- were getting started. We’ve been talking about doing it for so long and we have finally gotten off our asses- metaphorically that is- I’m still lazily sitting at my computer. We even had 12 views yesterday- 11 of them were probably me, Liz may have been the twelfth. No one is reading this, or at least I hope you aren’t I’m sorry if you are reading this post- its really one of those I-need- to-post-it-for-me things. We just need to keep going, keep writing, keep livin’ the dream in boston. Soon enough we will have some great content and maybe some readers- that don’t include Liz, myself, and my mom. (hi mom!)

So is there anything you want to start but don’t know how?
(In my case my most recent talent frustration is manual photography)

Want to learn how to letterpress? I do! Head to Paper Source and they’ll teach you!
(note: go to paper source even if you dont want to letterpress. its awesome and the people that work there are the nicest kind you will find- what?)

Want to start your own business?
Want to learn sign language?


im done being cheesy now- I’ll touch back with this post in a year and then it will be cute and you’ll be glad I posted it. Right, Liz?
(I just put it in my iCal- So now I’ll never forget to come back and check it!)

Asian spices,