One day I will be a crafty woman.

Sometimes you have to start small.

Like making a summer-camp Tennessee bracelet as you casually log the video you shot. 

Or painting your nails with the bottle you keep in your backpack. (One of my favorite hobbies.)

Or enjoying feet that sound like Christmas morning as you wait for a repairman to explain the bowl of ceiling juice that collected on your floor.

But just for the record, I am in FLORAL DESIGN this semester. So I'm already feeling ambitious in the festive kind of way.

Jars. I can do that.

Heart-shaped cinnamon rolls.

This one I almost didn't post because whatever I come up with won't compare. 

What I'm not feeling is ambitious in the ambitious kind of way. I talked on the phone with my mom for an hour the other day (ha I say that like it's something unusual) about what kind of a real, "big-person" job I am going to find after I graduate.
Yikes.

Do they need any videographer-consultants at Kleinfelt's New York? Because I am great at weddings. And hitting it off with strangers. And giving pep talks. And telling people what to do.

Plus, I love him. Look at that smile. 

He is the type of person whom, if he were to say, "Lauren, jump off that bridge"- I would probably reply,
"Yes, Randy. Good idea. I trust your judgment implicitly based on your perfect track record of finding the high-maintenance women of New York City their dream haute couture wedding dress."

Happy almost-February.

P.S. I know what you are all thinking.
"Lauren, you haven't said anything about your plant! Has it sprouted yet?!"

... the answer to that question is no. No, it has not.