Our Christmas Letter & Picture

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For those of you that didn’t get our christmas letter in the mail, I thought I’d post this for you to enjoy. I try really, really hard to write a witty, clever and often sarcastic letter every year so that our friends and family have something to look forward to. This one is my favorite so far. While it is heavily cloaked in a narrative about Bryan and I evidentially becoming hipsters, it actually tells the reader quite a bit about our daily life. 
If you click on this picture, I believe you should be able to read the full-size version. 
With the letter, I included one of two pictures. The first of the two pictures below is for the people in our life who may have appreciated a silly letter, but a silly picture on top of that? Well, that may have been too much to handle. This group is mostly make up of extended family, the ones who may be able to endure my sillyness in the letter, but they still wanted to have a normal picture of us to hang on their fridge.

This is Bryan and I at Jeremiah and Layla’s wedding in September. This is the dress that I referenced in the letter. Aren’t we the cutest?!


The following picture is the one we sent to most of our special friends who we thought could handle a little extra dose of over-the-top comedy.

This is Bryan and I next to my tree sweater in downtown Iowa City. We’re wearing oversized plastic rimmed glasses (not the ones we normally wear), skinny jeans and ugly christmas sweaters. Also, the picture was instagrammed before final production.  

So, which picture did you get?

nesters.

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Do you want to know something about my sister-in-law, Valerie? She’s a nester. Ah, I’m so jealous of her nesting skills. Just look at her apartment!

totally stole this from you sis. stop being so awesome and it won’t happen again.  

Yes, that’s right, apartment. And their last apartment was just as adorable. Oh my goodness, I’ve owned and lived in our trailer for almost 3 years and I’m still not nested in yet.

I have other friends that are nesters too-like Lauren, just look at her apartment via her blog. SO CUTE. And of you other nesters out there, you know who you are. And I am not one of you.

I’ve deduced a few of reasons why I’m not a nester.

ONE
I don’t know what I want or what my style is and I’m scared to make a decision in that regard. I’m a trend follower, I don’t have very many original ideas yet and I simply don’t know what I want. So my home is basically ikea-clad with a few touches of my own that I’ve been slow to add. It’s cool, I’m okay with it. Kind-of.

TWO
I get distracted from my own home and own style. I see something on someone else or in someone else’s home and then I make something or buy something that reminds me of them. I’m all, Ooooo, I should totally make so-and-so this because that would fit perfectly in their house/with their baby! What can I say, I’m a giver. And I don’t know what I want to make myself or buy myself because I’m still working on number one.

THREE
Probably the most dominant of the three, I’m a purger and I hate moving our stuff around and I’m sure were going to move out of this trailer eventually and WHY DO WE EVEN NEED ALL THESE BLANKETS AND BOOKS AND COFFEE TABLES AND RECORDS AND INSTRUMENTS?!?!? I seriously don’t know how to properly value the things we do own. I’m trying to work on it but I can’t say I’m doing very well. [Anyone else catch that gem of a quote on Downton tonight?]

Anyway, if you’re a nester, I applaud you and I’m jealous of you. And that’s really all I have to say about that.