Tuesday, June 01, 2010

"The Office"

The time has come. We are staying in our loft for a little while longer, and I am determined to make it every bit as cool as anything ever seen on Apartment Therapy. Starting with the *ehem* very small and quite boring bathroom. I have already decided that I am set on a bright blue for the walls. Here are some other cuties I found:


Shower Curtain & Bath Mat from Target


Towel Hooks & Picture Frames from Urban Outfitters



...And probably a new shower rod, since I broke our old one. Yes, I fell on it. Yes, I was intoxicated.

Our Weekend.



Lots and lots of sleeping in and cookouts. I think my favorite day was Saturday - we slept in until 2 p.m. and then ate "breakfast" while watching Sex in the City {pete's favorite movie}. Then we had an UH-mazing sushi dinner. Oh, and pool parties!

I also did a lot of self reflection over the weekend. I realized that I have life pretty darn good, and that I am too impulsive at times. Meaning: I think I am going to stick with my current job. I am still going to turn in articles and hopefully write on the side, but life is good where I am at. I have a decent salary, a great boss, a schedule that I am free to arrange as needed and great co-workers. Plus, no extra weekend responsibilities and room to move up. I've put a lot of thought into this and come up with one conclusion. I get bored easily and like to play around with extreme changes.

Time to start repeating over and over and over enjoy the moment.

What about you -- anything extraordinary happen this weekend?

Friday, May 28, 2010

3 Day Weekend!


Lately I have been so inspired by anything vintage. I found this great pic here and I am totally obsessed. I think maybe I should buy a big hat.

This weekend my only hope is that I practically live in my bathing suit. Just like I did summer after summer when I was much younger. It will be filled with big, soft blankets stretched out against rocks overlooking the river. Ice cold drinks. Puppies. Sandwiches.

I also plan on attending a cook out every.single.night.

What will you do this weekend?

Thursday, May 27, 2010

Go away, Barbie!

"The positioning from the very first commercial was that she
was a person. We never mentioned that she was a doll"
on the marketing of Barbie

This is probably a post my mother will roll her eyes at. Not because she can't see the hidden messages behind Barbie's appearance, but more so because she has a lot of great memories with this doll and more than likely thinks I'm making too big of a deal about this. Mom -- love you and your memories... this just happends to be a reflection of my memories on this unrealistic, superficial and basically a feminists worst nightmare of a doll. Yes, Barbie is a doll, she is not a real person.

First, I remember being in elementary school and our gym class was talking about healthy bodies and Barbie's name came up. I am still inspired by a girl sitting next to me who stood up and shouted about how her body was unrealistic, and that it would be impossible for most of us to look the way that Barbie does. She had lots of Barbie's.... like every Barbie imaginable, yet she was still able to see the pedistal Barbie sits on, which very few of us can really reach. No matter how hard we try.

I think it was middle school when I really starting focusing on my weight. I was dating a guy at the time who used to make fun of me and basically the relationship was a nightmare. I still think about some of the things he said to me, even today. As silly as it may sound, I used to look at Barbie and think Why am I not that pretty. I envied her small thighs and tiny waist, and thought about her figure before nearly every bite of food I consumed. Maybe this is extreme. Maybe most girls don't do this. But I bet many young girls have some one they look up to and try to mimick -- especially with their bodies. It's not all Barbie's fault, the media is mostly to blame, but in my opinion -- Barbie is not at all innocent when it comes to young girls and eating disorders.

As much of a pedistal as I put Barbie on, I remember shaving her head and making my own Lesbian Barbies. I also remember abusing her and pulling off body parts -- which is further explained in a study that the article below talks about. Apparently a lot of little girls abuse their Barbie's. I think I was frustrated in how unrealistic she was altogether, and how she is sometimes noted as the "ideal woman."

Just look at Heidi Montag... she credits most of her plastic surgery to wanting to look like Barbie. Even as an adult, many of us still compare ourselves to this doll.

I am so very against my children growing up and playing with Barbie Doll's, and this has a lot to do with the impact it had on my own self-esteem and love {or lack there of} for my body. Is this really fair? To deprive my children of a doll that is more famous than Madonna? I'm not sure. But what I do know is this: Barbie is created to be a sex symbol. Let's face it -- how many of our brother's stole our naked Barbie's and got their first view of the female body while hiding away in their rooms. It's no wonder so many guys love blondes with big boobs and a tiny waist.

I'm not trying to make skinny blondes feel bad about themselves in any way. Please understand that first and foremost. What I am saying is this: Barbie does not reflect the majority of women and their bodies in this country. She is underweight, totally obsessed with cute outfits, and above all - disposable.

This is not the picture that I want to portray to my children. So as long as I have a say in it, they will not grow up playing with Barbie Dolls -- they will grow up knowing that their bodies are just as they should be, and they don't need an eating disorder to get a man to love them. That is the number one thing I want to teach them. And also myself. That the size of your clothes does not equally measure the size of your heart and of your unique and beautiful spirit.

Today I challenge you to join me on this journey of loving our bodies. Fat, curvey, skinny... all of us have value and all of us are worth loving.

Read this article which debates Barbie's roll as either a Dumb Blonde or a Diehard Feminist.

Which side are you on?

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

"Spider Legs"

So... I need some advice. bad. Like, really bad. I love my dreadies so much and I even like to call them my little Spider Legs, but let's face it --
they need maintenance like nobodies buisness.




I haven't been palm rolling like I should... and I have curly hair so it's def. knotting... just not in a cute way. I put rubber bands at the tips 2 nights ago, because the ends weren't tightening.

please, please, please!!!

Cyber world... I need your advice on how to get these dreadies looking good again!

{k thanks.}


Tuesday, May 25, 2010

somebodies baby.


So I was driving to meet a client yesterday, and stopped at the same light I stop at every day looking at the same man I see everyday, holding his sign "Hungry, anything will help". I typically don't carry around cash, but when I do I always try to give them something. Even when people mock me and say they're just going to spend it on beer.

Well, I actually made eye contact with this man and felt my heart breaking. I sat there imagining his childhood and his home life. How he is somebodies baby. Their Child. I couldn't stop thinking about this man and why he was on the streets. I woke up this morning and he is still on my mind.

The path I take to get to my favorite spot on the river passes a circle of trees under an overpass. Amongst these trees is a soaken matress surrounded by fourties and wet clothes. Someone's bed. I haven't ever seen the dweller of this secret hide-away, but I always check to make sure that he's still there.

When I was a little girl, my family used to take me to participate in a program called CARITAS where homeless families stayed at our church for a week. I may have abandoned all beliefs from this particular church, but this program was one thing they did right. Some of my best childhood memories are sitting next to people on their dirty sleeping bags, listening to their stories and asking questions about how it felt to sleep outisde in the winter. I remember wanting to bring all of them home with me.

My point is this: Next time you see someone holding a battered sign and wearing worn and dirty clothes, look past the assumptions our culture seems to make about this population and remember they are somebodies baby.

Even if they do spend the money on beer - they are still human and searching for acceptance, understanding and love.




Monday, May 24, 2010

no particular subject -


Don't you wish you could just climb into this photograph?

I spent yesterday on a soft blanket by the river. It was so peaceful and quiet and inspiring to watch as the water rushed past me with such incredible force.

I am so connected to water. I cannot wait to travel back to that rock and lay in the sunshine day after day this summer. Watching clouds and listening to the river. Laughing with friends and enjoying the simplicity of an afternoon away.

Hope your weekend was just as marvelous ;)

 
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