The bleak: Thanks to the unrelenting torrential downpours, our basement flooded.

The bright: Our basement renovation process got moved waaaay up on the list. Mostly because I couldn’t stand another day of our house smelling like a gerbil cage (have you ever had the pleasure of smelling old, wet, mildew saturated carpet? You haven’t lived!). I’ll be sure to share all of the gory details in a future post.

 

The bleak: In an effort to mitigate any further flood damage and prevent the basement from ever smelling like a kindergarten classroom again, we had planned to tile the floors ourselves. Unfortunately that costs about a million dollars, give or take a dollar.

The bright: Said tile DIY would have taken up all of our weekends in the foreseen future of weekends not to mention destroyed my bee-yoo-tee-ful knees. Carpet is not my favorite but I’ll live. The best part is it’s installed by a professional in a few hours while I drink mimosas.

 

The bleak: It won’t stop raining.

The bright: Our garden is killin’ it. We haven’t purchased greens from the grocery store in weeks. And our hippie dippie rain barrel is full to the brim.

The bleak: Gunnar won’t shut up about the garden.

 

The bleak: Every last one of my favorite yoga instructors at my gym either quit or had to cut down on classes significantly.

The bright: I got a membership at Lotus House of Yoga and my life has been forever changed. I thought about quitting my day job so I can just hang out there all the time but that’s probably not practical.

 

The bleak: I hate all of my clothes. I want to set them on fire and throw them out the window.

The bright: Last week I discovered quite possibly the best vintage store I’ve ever set foot in – Home & Closet on 33^rd and B. Vintage shops can feel really overwhelming but this place is on point. A perfectly pared down collection and the best collection of vintage lamps my eyeballs have ever had the pleasure of viewing.

 

The bleak: I’m missing Old Crow Medicine Show’s performance in Papillion on May 30.

The bright: Because I’m flying to Nantucket Island to see one of my oldest friends (reference to the time I’ve known her, not her age) get married in a ceremony I’m envisioning will look a whole lot like a J. Crew ad.

You can’t come to Nantucket with me but you should definitely go to that concert.