vicariously wednesday: the nessie edition

ONE OF MY BEST FRIENDS IN THE WORLD has certainly earned the title, “One of my best friends in the world.” She’s been all over this great planet just living life as she pleases. Several years ago she studied in Spain, then Prague, and everywhere between. Now graduated, she’s living life not on the road or at her parents’ (however, there’s nothing wrong with either), but in NEW ZEALAND.

Her name? Vanessa Watson, a.k.a. “Nessie” a.k.a. “Wanderlust Nessie.” She is basically my travel idol (right up there with Rick Steves.) Nessie is FEARLESS. She graduated college this past December, lived with her parents for a while and worked — three to five jobs — along the way, managing to save enough money to —RANDOMLY — buy a plane ticket to New Zealand.

To my knowledge, Nessie didn’t know a soul in New Zealand. My guess is that she went there on the premise of a) FINE WEATHER 2) tan men and III) her ability to get a job. Nessie did her homework (as she is not only beautiful but also smarter than your average former Victoria’s Secret saleswoman) and learned that it is REALLY EASY to get a worker’s permit in New Zealand. You basically apply for one, wait a few weeks for the good folk of Down Under to ensure you have a pulse, and WHAM! You are as good as qualified to serve the good island folk of the South Pacific! Now she’s living and working the good life!

Due to my strong avoidance of Facebook, I’ve been playing a pretty game of “Where in the World Is Nessie?” these past few months to keep up with her. Luckily I learned she has a blog, which, after two stagnant months, she finally posted the other day to let everyone know that she is HAVING THE TIME OF HER LIFE. (YES, I’M SHOUTING.)

As I was banging my head against a computer screen yesterday, I decided to check up on Nessie’s blog to see what she was up to. This is what I found:

You may have noticed it has been months since my last blog post. Some would say my lack of TLC for Wanderlust Nessie is pure laziness and neglect. I would like to set the record straight that I have just been having too damn good of a time hiking, camping, bungy jumping, dancing, sitting on the beach, star gazing and enjoying New Zealand to sit indoors on a computer. Fret not, I am rededicating myself to the cause starting soon. 
Peace & Love, 
Nessie



I love Nessie from the deepest corners of my heart. I can’t wait until I can see her again. But I really, really can’t wait until this is me, following my dreams like Nessie!
Please read her blog and you will find someone so full of passion, who is living the life of her dreams, a truly inspiring soul. What a woman. What. A. Woman.
So today I’m imagining that I’m not sitting in front of a computer screen in a stuffy computer lab (where there is a nerd to my right, gaming and licking the chocolate residue from a Reeses peanut butter cup wrapper), but basking in a faraway place…like Nessie.
xo
jc

momma bear comes to fargotown

SINCE I DIDN’T MAKE IT BACK TO MINOT for Easter, my wonderful mother made a trip to visit my sister and I this weekend. It was very brief, but plenty fun!
We spent a nice morning at the fabric store, an afternoon downtown eating at a noodle place for lunch and checking out a flower shop, followed by ice cream. It’s always a breath of fresh air when Mom comes!

SFAM Wednesday

via Garance Doré, another awesome fashion blog!

This week’s Sister From Another Mister is Odine, a classy lady I found through Garance Doré’s blog (girlfriend of The Sartorialist) This woman is amazing for many reasons aside from her curls (which is a given): She’s rocking about seven colors (one of them being a PASTEL pant…I mean, that takes grace if you’re under 65) and still looks so darn pulled together. She’s effortlessly walks the fine line between looking like she walked out of the ’80s, and being supa-stylish. I have a pair of glasses like hers — they were my mom’s in the ’80s, I think. I look like a fool in them. She looks elusive and brilliant.

I think I love this woman so much because she has the long curly hair that I always wanted, but could never grow (my hair only grows in width, not in length) and her palette says “It’s cool, I’m loud and classy,” instead of “Your older sister had a Caboodle that matches my outfit.” Well-played, SFAM.

b-e-a-utiful news

Yesterday I got together with my good friend Paul, one of several roadtrip partners-in-crime (you know who you are!) to discuss a trip we’re planning for this summer.
The discussion boiled down to one happy conclusion: We are going to California! Hooray! Hooray! Hooray!
Plans are pretty loose right now, but we’re hoping for late July. We’ll take a straight shot down to San Francisco — 26 hours, about 1800 miles. I had so much fun driving to the Bay with Adam last summer (and taking the LONG, scenic route!) that this excursion is definitely something I can look forward to and work toward. 
Once I finish school in a few weeks…all my worries can temporarily melt away and I can start dreaming of the wonderful company, ocean, steep hills, and good times that await in the West. Until then, I’ll be doing the school thing…
xx
j