Can we talk about how awesome braids are? They’re really easy, and take little time *this took me 10 minutes* but look like you really put in an effort. Oh, and you can pretend your hair is super clean when really you’re just too darn busy to give it a wash.
Yeah, I can really get behind anything that allows me to save time.
Well, there you have it. Snow has come. We had a big snowfall. You know what that means? No more denial for me. I can no longer deny that the cold temperatures are here to stay, try as I might.
For a while there, I could ignore the frozen fingers as they worked the tripod and buttons, but once you’re getting snowed on and the scenery is pure white, well, there’s only so far delusions can take you, am I right?
Or maybe I’m not trying hard enough.
….how about bringing it all together? The previous post was about maxis, and the one before that was about faux fur, somehow it feels like the perfect third part to bring maxis and faux animal into one outfit and one post, with this maxi leopard print skirt.
You would think genius like this is pre-planned, but you’d be wrong. Yup, this three parter is brought to you entirely by happenstance and the weird, idiosyncratic workings of my mind. I mean, er, yeah I totally planned this.
Aaaaaand, that’s the end of the genius.
It was very short lived.
Also, debatable if it was actually genius, but we’ll just give me that one, shall we?
Boho maxi dresses are just sublime. I love the wonderful assortment of patterns, the swish and swirl as you walk and turn. There’s something deeply satisfying in the weight of the material moving through the air with my movements. Almost a secret dance known only to me.
Also, there’s a great ease to them. For Winter, leggings and tights are easily hidden underneath for warmth, and sweaters just layer perfectly on top. The sweep and drama of bold colors and patterns make it look like you tried really hard – that’s another secret.
Personally, I think it’s so much fin. It adds texture and interest to an outfit immediately. But to me it always has the danger of getting too glam or dressed up, so the fact that this jacket had a hood made it perfect because the hood brings it back down.
There’s a great level on contradiction in the playful, laid back hood, and the luxe, glam faux fur. And contradictions in clothes, and in people, are what adds such kaleidoscopic beauty to life.
Plus, it’s fuzzy.
This weekend was a roller coaster. Friday night I had the chance to celebrate a great lady’s birthday. Saturday things seemed to go well but my Girl was a bit under the weather. This progressed to a full blown fever that persisted the rest of the weekend. As this is posted this morning, I know she’s not going to school.
Poor girl spent Sunday on the couch drinking tons of water/juice and sleeping on Mama a lot. Let’s see how the Monday goes.
Oh and trust me, this is not how I was dressed on Sunday…but it was how I was dressed on another day.
I know some people rotate their closets for the seasons, but I don’t really do that. Sure I put away any halter tops and bikinis, but otherwise it all stays in there because I just wear it differently. This romper for example, it’s backless and strappy, and made for summer, so in the summer that’s how I wear it. But it’s such a great print and I love the cut that to put it away for half the year seems a shame. Enter layering.
A cami underneath, and a sweater and jacket combo on top and I’m ready to rock it for Fall. Who says you can’t have your closet year round!
Following up on yesterday’s post. The mental and emotional journey was staggering over the last month. I spent a lot of time crying, and feeling sad. I was terrified that it would be a chronic or long term condition which had me really blue because all I saw were the things that I wouldn’t get to do.
Then came a point where I suddenly saw my old life (what came before this illness) and what I had, and was incredibly grateful for that. I had so much life, so much freedom, and so much to be grateful for. All I wanted was to get back to that. So once I started to feel better, I was excited that I would get that old life back.
And now, for all intents and purposes, I do. So that makes me happy. I have so much freedom to do what I love and have amazing experiences. But I do feel moments where the old downer thoughts – that I’m not booking enough as an actor or photographer – and the doubts – that I’m not good enough as a person, actor, photographer – try to creep back in. It’s hard. We all have a “Negative Nancy” as my naturopath calls her. And I know we all have our ways of managing her. I’m just trying to figure out a way to hang on to those feelings of gratitude and appreciation, rather than allowing Negative Nancy a megaphone.
How do you stay grateful? And what things do you use to keep Negative Nancy at bay?
In the movie “French Kiss” with Meg Ryan and Kevin Kline there’s these two scenes where they discuss the fact that he’s not a fan of people and not a very ‘happy’ person. Part of the reason is that he doesn’t express his feelings. Now I do express my feelings – just ask anyone. I’m pretty open about how I feel at the moment and how I feel about a person. Which makes it easier for people to know where they stand with me, I’d like to think.
But I’m not an extrovert. So in a similar way to Kevin Kline I’m not a huge fan of people and not what you would classify as a ‘happy’ person. You know, cheerful, positive, energetic, bouncy….’happy.’ I’m sarcastic, acerbic, intelligent, quirky, with a dry wit. I’d like to think I’m kind, but I’m also awkward and aloof. Hey, that’s me, what can you do?
This is all to say, that I’m going to be “One of those grumpy old [people] sitting in the back of the cafe going, *said in French accent* ‘My ass is twitching. You people make my ass twitch‘”
Watch the movie, you’ll get it.
Walking along with my girl, she lets out a fart, giggles, then says, “‘Scuse me!”
She pauses, then continues, “You have to say ‘scuse me when you fart.”
Long pause.
Her brows furrow, and she secretly whispers to me, “Sometimes Daddy farts and doesn’t say ‘Scuse me.”
Another pause.
Then, “That’s RUDE!”
What more do I need to say?
