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The Field Guide

Hey there! If you’ve noticed some radio silence over in this corner of the Internet, it’s because we’ve moved to a new space. Come visit us at The Field Guide for more content!

We’ve been blogging for upwards of three years now, and our move over to The Field Guide is a natural next step as we continue to define our blog concept. We’re writing about some of the same things, like decor and fashion, and we’re stepping out of our box and tackling new concepts too, like career and relationships. And we have a fresh new look!

Thank you for following along here, and we hope you stop by to check out our new space! As always, you can connect with us in many ways: follow us on Instagram (Catherine’s & Becca’s) and Bloglovin’!

–Catherine and Becca

début

I did it! I snipped off seventeen inches of ponytail and committed to a (long) pixie.

Thank you to all who voted on a style! The pixie won 14 to 9 so I just went for it. It has been a huge change, but so far, I love it. I love how quickly it dries and how easy it is to style. The only thing I haven’t figured out yet is what to do with it when it isn’t styled, like right after a workout. I do miss that messy bun on those occasions, but I much prefer having hair that is easily styled more often than wound into a bun. Oh! And I still use too much shampoo! That’s a little annoying. I need to work on that.

xoxo, Cat

p.s. I get to cross of “get to the salon” from my 2013 goal list. Wahoo!

the best of kitty meow

A year ago today we adopted our big fluff ball of a kitty. Our lives haven’t changed too drastically, as felines are pretty self-sufficient. As long she has kitty krunchies  in her bowl and a foot to bite, she is one happy lady. The best part about adopting her is how much laughter she brings. Belly-clutching, breath-gasping laughter! She is a riot and she brings a smile to Ma and Pa’s faces every single day. I also love how much Wes has completely fallen in love with her. He won’t admit it out loud. When I ask “Wes, tell me, do you love Kitty Meow?” he replies “I like her a lot, just as long as she’s not biting my feet.” But I know he’s just teasing me. This is coming from a man who adamantly refused to ever have any indoor pets who now lets Meow nestle right up under his beard at night. He loves her. I know it.

And I love her too! At first, she was very standoffish. She wasn’t skittish or fearful, but she just minded her own business. She liked to sit on the yellow velvet chair and just watch us, and if you wanted to pet her you had to go to her. She was one cool kitty. I was afraid she would never be a snuggler, but decided about 3 months in that it was okay if she just didn’t have that personality. Then we started taking afternoon catnaps on the couch together while I was split-shifting at work. I think she realized then the atomic warmth of the human belly, because it is her go-to snooze spot–second only to the back of the couch. Turns out she is a snuggler after all, and these days she’s can’t stand not sleeping in our bed, long-ways, just like us. She’s my favorite and I love her ever so.

sweetest thing: Every single night, when I come home from work, I find her sitting on the edgiest part of the back of the couch, as close to the front door as possible. When I walk in, I always say “Well heyyyyyyyy, Meow!” and she purrs or meows and paws at me. She makes my whole day end on a sweet note.

naughtiest moment: One evening, I accidentally left a brand new ball of yarn within reach of kitty claws. When we woke the next morning, we were just so thrilled to discover that Kitty Meow had yarn-teepeed the entire apartment. The whole ball had been unwound. It snaked around the sofa, under the chairs, into the kitchen, and up and down the stairs. Since then we’ve made sure to keep the yarn tucked away in my studio, to preserve my supply and make sure Meow doesn’t strangle herself. Still, she tries her darndest to open the Ziplocs that hold current crochet projects. And yet, when we stuffed her stocking with a brand new ball of Red Heart yarn in a wintery, Christmas-y green, she would have nothing to do with it. Sigh.

most favorite toy: It’s a toss up between a little tubular stuffed giraffe made by her Auntie B, or the collection of yellow felt craspedia buds I made from this tutorial and only got to enjoy for about two days. She likes the felt balls because they cling to her paws but are so lightweight they take flight at the slightest of paw flicks. And she likes the giraffe (or, riraffe, as we call it–we’re the dorkiest of pet parents!) because she can bite it and bat at it with her back paws at the same time. It’s a hoot.

funniest habit: Kitty Meow likes to do typical cat stuff, like sleeping spread eagle in the middle of our bed all day. But her funniest habit has to be the way she sleeps on the back of the couch. We have a small wingback love seat, and she likes to stretch out on her belly, anchor herself in a four paw straddle, and tuck her face into the nook where the wing meets the body of the sofa. Tail sometimes sticks straight out, and sometimes it wags our faces.

hairiest situation: I’m notorious for not keeping my clothes picked up. Dirties on the floor, worn-for-an-hour-or-less on the dresser and bed, and drawers open and exploding with items. But then Meow decided to take a nap in my sweater drawer, and then decided to bathe in my leggings drawer. And then I had hair on ninety-nine percent of my winter wardrobe for a long time–even after a lint roll and a wash!

silliest thing: They say something about curiosity and cats, but I never realized how steadfast their search for knowledge really is. Every time we flush the toilet, she watches the goods go down. Every. Single. Time. And she always looks up like “Where did it go?” and I always shrug my shoulders and say, “Same place as last time, Meow.”

Too cute. Right now, she’s obsessed with watching the hail fall from the sky during Stormageddon 2013. Maybe we’ll snuggle later to keep warm!

xoxo Cat (and Kitty Meow!)

this week in: back to school

School is back in session.

My sister and I have coordinating 2013 planners, and it’s the best.
It has been very, very cold during my morning commute.
I am very glad I found a new winter coat at Target for $40.
I am particularly enjoying learning about children’s literature.
And now I really want to re-read A Wrinkle in Time.
Morning routines are best spent with my sis and a cup of tea.
Blood oranges are now my favorite fruit.
Copious amounts of sunshine make for the best study conditions.
I love having class at the same time every day.
I have been diligently studying for 2+ hours in the afternoon instead of procrastinating.
Driving to school is much more enjoyable in our new Prius C.
But car payments + tuition payments = vanishing money.
I dropped my online psychology class and am so very glad I did.

I think I might make it now.

xoxo Cat

date night: ice skating

Wes is nearly 25 years old and until our most recent double-date, had never been ice-skating. It’s nearly as absurd as the fact that I have never been sledding. (We need to brush up on our winter sports, apparently!) Anyway, our adventure-on-ice was the most fun we’d had on a date in a long time! It helped that our double-date couple, Brittany and Joe, were good sports and equally challenged on the ice.

I asked Wes if we could hold hands while we skated and he said absolutely not. He was sure our skates would clash and he would lose it and take me down with him. And I’m rather graceful on the ice for only being a second-timer, so I couldn’t have him tarnishing my image.

None of us took a tumble, I’m happy to report. All though I think the next time we go it’ll happen as we get more confident…it’s all part of the experience, right?!

xoxo, cat

i’m going to cut all of my hair off…

…and I want your opinion!

Here’s the situation. One of my 2013 goals is to get to the salon and have my hair done. If this seems like a simple goal, well, consider the fact that I typically only get to the salon once a year. I get it cut and then try my best to not mess it up while trimming my bangs here and there. It’s a time and a money thing. (Wes was surprised to find that a good lady-hair-cut runs $30 plus. And of course by good, I mean I don’t run out of the salon crying!)

So yeah. It’s on my list of goals and I am starting to think about fulfilling it. However, instead of heading to the salon and asking for my typical long layers, I am *this close* to committing to a huge change–a pixie cut or a chin-length bob.

I’m considering such a drastic change not because I completely dislike my long hair. I do have a love/hate relationship with it, though. I love how beautiful it looks when styled smooth and straight. It’s so romantic feeling. For the time that my locks have made it to my bra-strap and beyond, I’ve had more good hair days then ever before. I’ve figured out how my hair works and looks best, at least at this length. But I hate how long it takes to style in the mornings–a minimum of 45 minutes when I shower. It gets caught in Wes’ armpits when we sleep. It rips out when it gets wound in my purse strap and I’m not paying attention. It gets caught in my car door. For as beautiful as it is sometimes, it’s equally high-maintenance and frustrating.

High-maintenance. You know what that phrase does not jive with? The fact that Wes and I will be backpacking through Europe for two weeks come May 2013. This long awaited honeymoon will consist of 5 countries in 14ish days, not a second of which I want to waste doing my hair. We worked the numbers: 45 minutes a day (assuming I get to shower, which many not be the case, and the lack of which always results in a big rat’s nest) for 14 days is about a half a day lost to vanity. And here’s the other thing: I hardly want to do my hair stateside, with huge American bathrooms and outlets designed for my blow dryer. I highly doubt I’ll find myself creating those glossy locks every morning. And to be frank, my hair looks terrible at this length if I don’t blow it out. It’s too tangly and too heavy for my natural wave to show through. And gosh–then there’s the bangs that are an entirely separate beast come morning.

Yikes. I need a solution. The only solution I see right now is to chop-it-the-heck off.

(Granted, I do realize that a short ‘do will require some styling too–I’m just trying to eliminate a 30 minute dry time in the AM.)

But I’m scared! My long hair is so safe and comfortable. I need you to help me be bold! I need you to tell me that hair grows and that I’ll love it and that it will be such a fun experience, and that the pixie is the way to go. Or is it the bob? How about this: vote!

Here are examples of each cut I would take to my stylist for inspiration. Check out the poll on this post and vote “The Ginnifer” if you think the pixie is the way to go, or vote “The Katie” if you like bob better.

photo source: Ginnifer/Katie

I’ll keep you updated on the results, and will hopefully be brave enough to stick with whichever ‘do wins!

spa day

During winter break, I sometimes forget it’s perfectly okay to lounge around the house and do little towards productivity. Some days are just best spent doing next to nothing. So that’s how I spent my very last Sunday before the Spring semester began.

I bought some iTunes I’d been longing for, scrubbed down the bathroom (fresh bathroom rugs are my most favorite thing EVER), and spent the day bubble bathing, exfoliating, moisturizing, and trimming my bangs. Seriously. It took me 3+ hours to get my bangs decent enough for public display.

My favorite part was this diy body scrub I whipped up with things I had in my pantry. If you don’t have the epsom salt on hand, brown sugar would do just fine. I opted for the coarse salt because my elbows and knees get super crocodile-y in the winter!

xoxo, Catherine

good cook/bad cook

I am a good cook. I really am. At least I think so, and Wes would probably agree. But every now and then I have a recipe flop. And we’re not talking about a little flop. No, no. I flop hard.

Take, for instance, a delicious looking eggplant and zucchini casserole. I promise I followed the directions, but at some point everything in the casserole lost its texture and it turned into a 9×13 full of baby food.

Then there was an attempt at vegan sloppy joes. This was my first time cooking lentils, and I made the mistake of adding more lentils to the pot after the original quantity was about half way through cooking (who DOES that?!). Needless to say we had equal parts lentil mush burgers and crunch burgers. And it pretty much just tasted like paprika.

Next we have my quinoa and orzo pilaf that ended up tasting like ketchup and rice. And it also assumed the shape of any dish you put it in. So it was kind of like a ketchup and rice overcooked risotto soup.

And finally, we have my most recent blunder: a vegan lasagna. I was surprised to find how terrible the first batch turned out, because it was a Food Network recipe! It was just really watery…probably from overly juicy tomatoes from the homemade sauce and not pressing enough water out of the tofu. The second time around, I tried to fix that, but the lasagna still couldn’t stay together. My next attempt will include melty vegan mozzarella throughout the entire dish (absent in the first try, only on top on the second) to try and bind the layers a bit better. Unfortunately, I may have to put that off until next year, because there is still lasagna in our fridge and we are still trying to eat it. And be we I mean Wes. He’s such a trooper.

Anyway, this is all to say that sometimes I just get stuck with a horrible case of the cooking blues! I suppose I should be pleased that for the last two years, the time during which I have begun practicing vegetarianism, I’ve only had four majorly inedible dishes. And the lasagna is edible–It’s just a little floppy and wet.

Meh. Whenever I reattempt a failed dish and fail again, I tend to take a little break from the kitchen. I told Wes to start hitting up the salad bar at the grocery store for lunch. 🙂

this week in: before and afters

I just recovered from the Holidays. I tried so so so hard to leave the house tidy before we traveled home for Christmas but we were in the middle of so many projects that it just didn’t happened. This resulted in the Clutter Apocalypse of 2012/2013. And the week spent on getting Goodbye Bernadette up and running didn’t help the (un-)tidiness factor! I purged a lot of stuff, disposed of the Christmas tree Kitty Meow completely demolished while we were gone, and reorganized some closets and cabinets throughout the house. I even have almost all of the holiday decorations put away!

Yay. I can breathe again. My “creative process” can sometimes take over the entire house, but there is always a point where I have to stop, straighten my environment, and then get back to work. Now onto more projects!

Ooh! And I’m so glad I had a tidy little apartment to bring this floral embroidery back to:

It was my only find during a recent flea market trip! I love it.

Oh! And can you spot Kitty Meow in the second picture? She’s there!

xoxo,

Catherine