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Again

Cardi – Esprit; Dress – Ruche (sold out); Tights – Walmart; Boots – Locale; Bag – Matt by Matt&Nat; Belt – ??.

I don’t like getting older. In fact,  I hate the prospect.  I know I should embrace it, yadda, yadda, yadda, but I don’t want to get older.  I don’t want to get wrinkles.  I don’t want grey hair.  I don’t want to have to harness my boobs to keep them up. Etc. Etc. When I do, I’ll deal with it and try to age gracefully, but I don’t want to get older.   I want to have my current mind but go back in time physically to 21…and stay there.

I’m thinking I might have to become an immortal, you know like the Highlander.   And the awesome bonus is that I’d have a reason to always carry a sword!  I’m a big fan of swords; I own and study several kinds.   Plus, there are thousands of ways to accessorize that trench coat he uses to hide the sword, and I could do each and every one of them! 

Yeah, I know.  It’s not going to happen.  I get it.  All I’m saying is, I hate getting older.

And it’s not just the physical.  I hate it because I had a very different picture of what my life would be like right now.  Some of it is better, some of it isn’t.  Some of it is better than I imagine, but some of it is also worse.  I had a lot of things I wanted to achieve by a certain time.  Yes, I can still do a lot of those things, but some I can’t.  Some of them have a time limit, and that’s just how it is.  So I’m trying to somehow accept and embrace the reality of what is and look at all the things still ahead of me. 

But I’m having trouble.  Maybe it’s a character failing, but I really feel like my twenties slipped through my grasp, like I look back and I can’t even remember where they went and why things happened the way they did.

Liar, Liar

Sweater – Esprit; top – hand me down; Scarf – Old Navy; Jeans – Gap; Boots – Locale.

Someone said to me, “Blog like no one will read it.”  I thought about how that’s great advice.  I don’t really expect anyone to read my blog, it’s so sweet and amazing to me that anyone does, but I can’t totally blog like no one is reading.  Trust me, I’ve tried.   In response, I got criticism, complaints and even hate email *I’m not even kidding*.  No, it’s not that I have very outlandish or weird opinions about things, it’s just that I have strong opinions about things, and I have strong thoughts about things.

And I’m honest.
That get’s me in trouble. 

So, I can’t blog like no one is reading, but I can blog as honestly as possible. 

And that’s a challenge in itself, because we all lie.  Not consciously, or intentionally, but we all do, even to ourselves.  Actually, especially to ourselves.  We lie to make things better, to make them bearable, to sugar coat, and to rationalize things to ourselves.  I think with total and complete honesty we would all soon have a breakdown.  Sometimes you need a good lie.  Sometimes I even believe it.

Quote of Today:
“Honesty is for suckers.”

Pre-Birthday Day

I went out today to get a little shopping done – like underwear, I don’t have a lot or more specifically a lot in good shape – and also to enjoy a bit of a day to myself as a pre-birthday treat.  I ate a delicious meal out by myself while watching an episode of one of my favorite shows on my smartphone.  Then I went and rummaged through fabric stores for a few hours trying to find a few things I like.  Overall, pretty good.

While walking down an alley to cut across, I spotted this fun wall.

And of course, I couldn’t get out all day by myself and not spend some of my Christmas money on a couple of expansion packs to my favorite board games.

And the outfit posts will resume tomorrow, I promise. 

And Now A Message From Drake

I got a bath.  I really don’t like them, and I go a little mad afterwards….


Just a few days to enter the

Merry Christmas!

Baby played with all the fabulous toys she got last night, but this one was decidedly her favorite…for now.

Honestly, I wish I knew….

Baby’s very eco-conscious at even this young ripe age.

I still don’t have any clothes, so I’m wearing a hand-me-down sweater I nabbed from my mama, and the icy blue scarf my sister got me for Christmas.  Isn’t it lovely?

Drake the Dog pretty much pouted the whole day.  Until he got to go to the dog park, then her pouted again.

Hope you are all safe and happy!  I’m stuffed with lots of good food.  I think I might burst, then again I might just go and have some chocolate….who knows.

Christmas Eve

Baby loves fruit smoothies!

Me and my darling sister.

While I was busy packing everyone else – Baby, gifts, house etc.  I totally forgot my own clothes hanging on the hanger in the closet.  So all I had was my jeans, and belt, and had to raid my Mom’s closet for the rest.  Necessity breeds creativity.

Sweater&Top – my Mama’s; Jeans – Gap; Belt – F21; Shoes – didn’t need them.

Christmas Eve dinner with my Mama and beautiful sisters!
Baby was so excited and surprised with all the gifts!

The aftermath.

Baby got this cute toque for X-mas, but didn’t want to wear it, so I put it on instead.

Some Things About My Baby

Baby’s got quite the daily activity list!  And she’s developing some very fun likes and dislikes. 
For example, she likes to play with my boots, and shoes, and sandals. 
I feel she’s going to have more pairs of shoes than I do.
Oh my!

She also loves to point out her ears, hair, nose, bellybutton, and knees.  
The knees are a recent favorite…particularly pulling up my dress/pants to show me my knees.  
Just in case I forgot where they were.

Getting us to open the trash so she can throw things away is another cute phenomenon.  
I just hope this tendency to clean up after herself sticks around.
And there’s my personal favorite: cuddles with Mama.  
I’m a big fan of those myself.
And tonight?  Tonight it’s present opening time.  I can’t wait to see her do that!
Merry Christmas everyone!

YippyKayYay!

In case you missed it, here’s the post about family traditions that I wrote for Blue Eyed Owl. 

It’s the Christmas
holidays: Christmas trees, twinkly lights, presents, egg nog, Die
Hard, Santa…wait, What? Die Hard? That’s right, Die Hard. You
see my family’s a little different than most.
On Christmas morning, most families
open presents, play, have breakfast and maybe listen to carols.
Mine? We stumble down the stairs heading for the coffee (sometimes
because we had a little too much the night before), grumble something
unintelligible to each other, and plunk ourselves down on the couch
in front of the Tv. You see, we’re Polish. For us, Christmas Eve is
the big deal. That’s when we have a huge (think 500 gazillion
courses) dinner with free flowing vodka and wine followed by
presents, inappropriate jokes (usually involving the relative who
dressed up as St. Nick this year), and more of aforementioned various
adult beverages. So by Christmas morning we’re done. My mom, me and
my sister somehow find our way onto the couch and stumble on top of
each other under a thick blanket, nursing our coffees in our Pjs.
Then we hit play. And the opening sequence of Die Hard starts.
Don’t ask me how this little tradition
started. I have no idea. But for as long as I can remember we have
watched Die Hard, followed by Die Hard 2 on Christmas mornings. Only
the first two though. They’re the only ones that are Christmas
themed. So they’re the only ones we watch.
Forget “It’s A Wonderful Life,”
nothing says Merry Christmas to me like Bruce Willis crawling bare
foot across broken glass, or Alan Rickman threatening people in a
German accent.

When I got married, my Husband accepted
this quirk of mine readily. He got a kick out of the fact that he’s
the lover and I’m the fighter. But when we spent last Christmas with
his parents and I managed to coerce his very conservative parents
into continuing the tradition he was very surprised, but mostly
because his parents actually really enjoyed the movies.

Now that I have my own little girl, I’m
going to have to curb my tradition temporarily. The movies aren’t
child friendly, so I’m going to have to change things up a bit. I’ll
be moving my Christmas Willis to the evening, after she’s gone to
bed…until she’s old enough. Then, we’ll stumble down the stairs
heading for the coffee, grumble something unintelligible to each
other, and plunk ourselves down on the couch in front of the Tv. You
see we’re Polish, so by Christmas morning we’re done. My Husband, my
daughter, and me will somehow find out our way to the couch and
stumble on top of each other under a thick blanket, nursing our
coffees in our Pjs. Then we’ll hit play and the opening sequence of
Die Hard will play.
Because I don’t think what family
traditions we have matter so much as we have families to make
traditions with.
So this holiday season, from my family
to yours, “Yippeekayay mother******!” (AKA Happy Holidays)

Fishnets, Aprons, And Toques

Scarf – street stand; Dress – H&M; Sweater – Esprit; Tights – F21; Boots – Locale.

I said you would be seeing a lot of these boots and I did not lie!  I’m wearing them pretty much all the time since it’s really cold and I’m not one to suffer for fashion like that.  Oh, and this dress is so awesome.  I wore the exact same one all the time when I was pregnant, just one size larger to accommodate the, well, the girls, and the growing belly.  Best ‘maternity’ gear ever!

Thanks so much you guys for the well wishes yesterday regarding my shoot.  I think I did okay.  And you know, it’s so much easier when you place yourself in the hands of someone you have full confidence in, like Daniel.  He’s honestly so amazing and just guides you to some great shots, so that made it a lot easier.  And well, I certainly gave the neighbors a show running around in fishnet stocking, boots and apron! I promise I will share something – even if it’s just behind the scenes shots – as soon as I can.

True Story:
Just in case you didn’t know, you have to wear your toque to dinner.

Telling Stories In Front Of The Camera

Cardi – H&M; Dress – Trollied Dolly from Ruche; Pin & Socks – F21; Tights – Hue; Boots – Locale.

I’m a little nervous about today.  I’m doing a shoot, where I’m the model.  That always gets me nervous.  I’m kind of always afraid I’ll suck and ruin the whole thing.  You’d think I’d be okay with it considering how often I’m in front of the camera as an actress, but no.  When the camera’s rolling I can move, act convey a story and emotion in a very naturalistic way.  Where as I feel it’s a different skill altogether to convey a story of all that in one still picture.  But I get nervous when I’m behind the camera as well, so maybe I just get nervous period.  Either way, I’m psyching myself up for it, and trying to really relax.  I’m working with an amazing photographer, so I know I’m in good hands, and I’m incredibly thankful for that.  I’ll be sure to let you guys know how it goes….and whether I fall flat on my face, ’cause you know that would be funny.

True Story:
Baby pointed at the dog’s bed and asked what’s that.
I told her that’s Drake’s bed.
She crawled in and lay down in it while smirking at the dog.
There’s no length she won’t go to because of jealousy.
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