My birthday is next week, and I have bombarded everyone (i.e. Dad, Mom, and Kelly) with my requests–often changing and always demanding. Haha! Am I spoiled? But of course! My latest have to have item for my birthday that I will probably end up saving up for myself over the new few weeks are one of the pairs of Dr. Martens below. I had black Dr. Martens in my goth phase in junior high, and I wish I would’ve saved them. They’d still be good, I’m sure, but in a fit of anxiety and “your things you own end up owning you” panic, I chunked them one day. The ones below are dreamy, though?! I’m just struggling with which pair I want the most? I think the top ones, but then, I change my mind.
So after spending hundreds of bucks at Starbucks over the year, I finally discovered yesterday downstairs at the Grill on campus, they have some kind of souped-up Nespresso machine or equivalent. I had heard friends rave about these, but I was skeptical. Last week, I finally tried a latte for a buck something from the machine, and it was amazing! I mean, really really amazing. As in, I’ll be spending way less downstairs at the Grill for my coffee all year. Although, I may still visit Starbucks for their seasonal drinks which we all know I can’t live without. PSL, I’m ready for you! Continue reading Messy Life
My Woman Crush Wednesday for today is Tilda Swinton. Swinton is one of my favorite actresses. She has an incredible depth of talent, and I respect the choices she makes in films. She is also a fashion icon of mine. I searched for photos of her to share on this post, and I truly could’ve shared every single one. I spared you, but I think everything about her–her hair, the androgyny, and her mind is captivating. She takes incredible risks in fashion and in film, and I’ve never seen it not work for her. I think it kinda seems like Tilda is an alien who arrived here on Earth, gracing us all with her presence. Boy, does she have presence. Continue reading Woman Crush Wednesday: Tilda Swinton
The Unapologetic Introvert: I Had to Leave the U.S. to Stop Pretending to Be an Extrovert–“The Swiss valued quiet—it was reflected in the country’s hiking obsession—over 60,000 kilometers of trails crisscrossed the tiny country and if you weren’t enjoying their solitude every Sunday, you were culturally amiss. Reserved and contemplative, the Swiss didn’t even smile at each other when passing by on the street—which, thanks to my initial fake extroversion, I had to learn the hard way. Loud enthusiasm had no place in Switzerland—unless you happened to be a church bell.” I have experienced so much of what’s mentioned in this article in the workplace. The ping pong playing had me chuckling and nodding my head emphatically.
Just so you know, when I start these blogs, I always in my head imagine addressing you all in a radio voice. “Good afternoon, blog world. It’s Thursday again, and you know what that means,” and so on and so on. I always have to fight the urge to do that at work when I use the radio, too. Instead of saying, “Does anybody copy?” I always have to fight not to start my own little radio show right then and there. I don’t know what it is about the radio because I hate the sound of my own voice (especially on Snapchat), and I rarely have anything that interesting to say. I think I just like how radio voices always remind of summer. This week has been great, but I think that’s because I’m eagerly anticipating a three day weekend, too. So without further ado, here’s your top ten countdown of good things (say in radio voice. It’s not really a top ten. I don’t know how many it will be, I just was thinking in radio speak, again.)!
The local farmer’s market has reopened. We went recently and wandered around. They didn’t have all the veggies ready that I like just yet, but we did leave with two tomato plants. They also had greyhounds to pet which made me happy. Although I am elated to get a pug, I’ll always have a soft spot in my heart for hounds. I love Greyhounds and Italian Greyhounds, but my favorite are Afghan Hounds. It’s just too much dog for our family, and in my experience, Italian Greyhounds are a little too skittish for our life with Fran and the other cats.
It is Tuesday evening, and I’m angry again. Internet world, I am Susie Green. I’m not joking. I’m biting off the end of a loaf of chocolate chip banana bread that a friend made me like an ice cream, the whole loaf in my hand. It’s vastly improving my mood, so there. I’ve taken to telling everyone to “suck an egg” like we did in the schoolyard in the 80s. It feels strangely rebellious, pulling back this insult from youth. It feels as powerful and defiant as when I would go in my closet when I was mad at my parents in 3rd or 4th grade and whisper curse words. Continue reading Fever Dream
Oh, weekend of plenty! What I desperately needed before the normal routine at work resumed came just in time this weekend. Perhaps, it goes even deeper. Perhaps, it’s what I needed in life right at this moment. My words won’t adequately capture it all, but I’ll make a go of it for my own records anyway.
Saturday morning, and I’m waking up to my frolicsome silver cat snuggles and my bearded love wondering if I might make him breakfast. I adore weekend mornings: thick slices of quiet near the ones I care about the most. Here we are with messy hair, side by side at the table. Here we are with the kitties fighting or dozing nearby, depending on their moods. Sometimes I am screaming at the top of my lungs that they are “driving me crazy” as they hiss, fight, and run laps around the house. Other days, I am doting on them. I whisper as Francis dozes by my breakfast plate, “You are the most handsome cat to ever live. You are the most darling of them all.” He ignores me no matter whether I offer criticism or praise, and I love him for it. I make K.’s eggs first, and then for me, a baked egg in toast and a mug of coffee. Continue reading “Songs from the Edge of the World”
Apparently the internet has decreed it “National Hat Day” today so I thought I’d post. I’m a huge fan of hats. The internet is already flooded with articles discussing either the inherent weirdness that is found in women who wear hats or applauding them. Fortunately, I don’t pay much heed to the naysayers. I look to the woman in my life who has served as my fashion guru, and I see myself becoming more and more like her every day. She makes gutsy choices, even at seventy-eight, and she understands that fashion should be fun. My Grandmother, affectionately known as Jo Jo, is one of the most stylish women I know.
Happy Friday, friends! I hope everyone enjoyed their week. Yesterday was a little hectic so I didn’t get a chance to post my usual “Thankful Thursday” update. Kelly and I had tickets to the Avett Brothers at the Convocation Center so we were busy with that last night.
The Avett Brothers are one of my favorite bands, but I think I’m one of the only people that wasn’t overly blown away with the show in Jonesboro last night. Our seats were good, but the sound in the Convo seemed a little off or something. Maybe it’s where we were at in relation to the speakers. Maybe it’s that I kept comparing last night’s show to the intimate, stripped down show at Mud Island in Memphis a few years ago that was so incredible. Plus, I felt like some of the show just seemed a little contrived. I dunno, that’s just my opinion. I still love the band and their music, and even a less than perfect show by them is still pretty good.
Had to snap a few photos in my new hat I picked up for fall! I take after my Grandmother with her love of hats. She has a collection that I swoon over. My favorite is this over the top fur hat that is so dramatic! Grandma is fearless when it comes to fashion, and I think I get quite a bit of my style from her.