Today I was sad. Very sad. I through two of my new 100% silk tops in the washer and they came out looking like faded, crinkled disasters. And because I was so sad, I gawked, whined, and ultimately cried. Yes, I cried. A real tear actually came out of my tear ducts over two ruined silk tops. (Yes, I realize this is sad and pathetic.) Even as the gawking, whining, and crying was happening, I knew only about 10% of it was about the tops. The other 90% was about struggling to be content on Matt and I’s new buckle-down budget, not being thrilled with the current state of my body, worrying over how much our cross country move is going to cost us this summer, dreading driving back home for another week of school, and having to say goodbye to my family. I realize now that this 90% of something I need to address, but at the time it was easier to be a big whiney baby about my faded, crinkled silk tops.
To deal with my distress, I called Matt. I prefaced the conversation with the fact that I knew I was being totally ridiculous, but I needed him to hear me out. I went on tearfully stating how I’m tired of being a broke grad student, it’s so hard to not eat out and join our friends, have ruined tops, blah blah blah. (No need to tell me I was being ridiculous, I knew then and know even more now. I had a moment.) He listened and then offered a quick fix. (Men, when will they learn?) I quickly realized he wouldn’t sympathize with my silk disaster, so I called my best friend Jordan, who is typically one of the first people I call when I need support, to vent, talk about girl things. She’s the shiz, I love her. I started to tell her my sad story, and then paused, remembering I was being self-absorbed and ridiculous. (Sometimes, even when you know you’re being out of control, you still need to vent. Please tell me I’m not the only person like this. Please?) So I stopped and said, “Wait, has anything sad to you happened today?” Even in my moment of self-absorbed craziness, I realized I should check to make sure I wouldn’t alienate my best friend by crying over a crinkled silk top when she had something serious happened today. She replied, “Well nothing sad happened today, but something kinda sad happened yesterday.” I quickly broke out of my self-centeredness (I’m not that bad of a person) and talked with her about what happened. Her great uncle died. Here I pause, because I don’t want to tell Jordan’s business and detail the rest of our convo, but can we zoom in on the fact that someone dear to her heart died and I was about to drone on about a stupid silk top. SERIOUSLY?! We talked for a while and then said, “So why are you sad, Alli?” Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmm….because…ummmm…nevermind, I am a HORRIBLE person. We laughed together, and I said there was no way in hell I would tell her my “sad” story after hearing her sad day. But being the best friend that she is, she swore she wanted to hear and wouldn’t care if it was a lame reason. And because I kn0w she is my BFF and knows my heart and that I’m not normally a self-absorbed psycho, I trusted she wouldn’t judge me or think I was a horrible person. So I told her, we laughed, she sympathized, and I felt better. Then, we got to the 90% of what the tears were really about. She didn’t judge me or think I was a horrible person. That’s a real friend. Let’s you be you (even when its not so attractive), listens, and helps give you perspective. So while my silk tops are still faded and crinkled, I’m smiling and giving thanks for great friends who help me put stuff in perspective when I get crazy and for the countless blessings that I have. (Silk, crinkles, and shopping aside, I have clothes on my back, food on my table, and incredibly supportive people in my life.) That alone is worthy of so much gratefulness, never mind the countless other blessings I have. So if you’re sweating the small stuff (or the silk stuff), call the friend you love and trust to help you put it in perspective. Because let’s face it, who doesn’t have those crazy moments where a little perspective is desperately needed? And that’s what friends are for right?
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Norma and Natalia, two of my fabulous friends and blog supporters (and reasons grad school doesn’t totally suck.)
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A huge thank you to Matt for making the little moments special :)
I am so lucky to have friends who not only roll out to support what many people would consider “the silliest party ever,” but they also indulge me in taking an awkward self-timer photo. (Translation: they’re AWESOME friends.) These people rock my world and I’m so thankful for them, as well as all my fabulous blog followers who made this little shin dig possible just by clicking the “follow” button :)
And PS: how fabulous is Julie’s celebration table set up in the movie? The bright colors, the mix and match dinner and glassware, the city in the background. Divine!

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Haha, told you. Christie (third from the left) and I (second from the left) went to summer camp with two of our best friends through most of elementary, middle and high school. Any friend who has seen you through from 3rd grade to now is pretty special in my book.
After arriving in Chicago at 1:30 Wednesday night/Thursday morning, we headed to the hotel so Matt could rest up for his interview which was seven hours later (poor dude). When we woke up in the morning, this is what we found outside our hotel…SNOW! We hadn’t seen snow since our last trip to Chicago (March 2007). From a warm, heated hotel the snow is so delightful. Outside, well, that’s a bit of a different story :)
After Matt’s interview, we grabbed a cab and headed to Matt and Christie’s adorable little brownstone in Lincoln Park. It was so precious. As we prepared to head out to dinner, Christie politely pointed out that my Uggs wouldn’t cut it in the snow (as my readers so brilliantly pointed out in my
When we got back, we had to face reality. Living in the cold weather comes with some crappy details (exhibit A: shovelling snow.) Christie wasn’t phased; look at her go!
Such responsible and cute Chicagoans :)
Before I go any further, I have to clarify. Both Christie and I’s husbands are named Matt. Confusing? Yes. Annoying? Pretty much. So within ten minutes of us being there, nicknames were in order. Christie and “her Matt” quickly dubbed “my Matt” “Dr. Matt” in honor of his upcoming degree. Though I didn’t ever call him Dr. Matt (not unless he calls me Dr. Allison), the name stuck with Matt and Christie and therefore, will be used for clarity for the remainder of this post. Here Dr. Matt and I snap photos while Matt and Christie shovelled.
But I soon got tired of watching and decided to try my hand at shovelling and snow sweeping. I was a natural :)
I can’t help myself, I’m always looking for a good photo opp, even in a blizzard.
The next morning, the streets were covered in pretty powder. I forced Dr. Matt to pose for a picture. He’ll thank me someday :)
You never have to convince me to stop for a photo :)
That day, the four of us headed downtown for a little shopping (ok, maybe more than a little) and some yummy dinner.
Here come the men in black.
Christie showed off her best Martha Stewart with a homemade chocolate cake (putting my cake-from-a-box method completely to shame.) Thanks to Matt for my delightfully heart shaped piece, complete with powered sugar.
Saturday we headed downtown to see the sights and explore the city. Christie was such a good sport to show us around in the freezing cold.
This is what happy Dr. Matt looks like. He has been raving about Chicago dogs since we were there last. We stopped at a tiny little spot downtown for this “yumminess.”
Can you guess which picky eater looked like a total tourist asking for only mustard and ketchup? (Ok, I confess, but I cannot stand any of those Chicago dog ingredients alone, nevermind mushed together. Eck, sickening. I’ll stick with picky thank you.)
Matt and I in Millennium Park. (Loving the boots Christie let me borrow. Must get a pair!)
Checking out “The Bean” downtown. (Technically, its called “Cloud Gate” but pssh, no one calls it that. The Bean it is.) And why have I said “pssh” twice in this post? Two times too many, Allison.
Look, there we are! So cool! And how beautiful is the reflection of downtown?
Double trouble :)
Hahha, this picture is so awkwardly awesome. I am so weird.
Let’s play a little “Where’s Waldo.” Do you see us? All three of us are there…
Ok ok, I’ll give you the answers :)
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I heart this picture. I have cute friends.
I couldn’t get enough of the snow in the park. Very undisturbed and pretty. The art instillation behind us is cool in person, but kinda creepy in this pic. Yeah?
Christie and I outside the new, soon-to-be flagship Anthropologie (aka heaven!) Sadly (but lucky for my bank account) it didn’t open for another two weeks.)
Dinner and drinks our last night there. I wish I knew the names of all the places we went. I was so trusting of our hosts/tour guides that I didn’t even to bother asking where we were or where we were going!
The Matts.
In the cab between hot spots. Yes, I am that person who takes pictures everywhere I go. Life is short and special, so why not capture all the moments you can?
Our last spot of the night, which of course, I don’t remember the name of…Jasper’s? Kate’s? Some single name like that. Regardless, it was dee-li-cious.
This guy makes me really happy.
Cheers to a fabulous trip, a fabulous dinner, and FABULOUS friends.