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Monday, May 24th, 2010

Yesterday I had brunch with two exceptionally lovely ladies, and we discussed labels.

I love to be labelled. I love to know that I am an ENTP, a high DIS, and that my number one strength is empathy. I love to be able to tell people that I am an ex-engineer, a blogger, and a pastry chef. I embrace the fact that I’m a type b personality and a shopoholic, an iPad owner and a girl geek.

Most of all, though, I love my style statement.

Organic Whimsy.

Doesn’t that just make you want to go run through a field, throwing daisies behind yourself?

Style Statements are the brainchild of two women in CA (although one seems to have moved on from the business).

What is a Style Statement?

  • An opportunity … to take a breath, look at where you are, reassess your priorities, and go forward confidently and distinctively into the life you really want to live
  • An articulation of who you are … two words that serve as a compass for your choices every day and that keep you grounded in the authentic you
  • A decision … to embrace yourself and nurture your unique style and creative edge

What is the 80/20 Style Statement principle?

This is the magic formula that makes your Style Statement a truly useful tool. The first word of your style statement reflects your inner foundation, your 80%. The second word is your creative edge, your 20%—and it’s often this 20% that people don’t nurture. The 80/20 principle’s combination of energy, ideals, and aesthetics is a powerful equation for creating ease and results in your life.

Your Style Statement consultant will help you understand how this magic formula makes your Style Statement a truly useful tool.

You have a two options for finding your style statement – paying $275 to spend 90 minutes on the phone with Carrie, one of the founders, or paying $25 for the book. Obviously, I chose the book – why spend $250 on a conversation when I could spend it on clothes?

The thing is, when I remember this one, it is useful. I rarely have a project where it behooves me to remember that I’m an ENTP. My empathy is a skill I can’t leave behind if I try. But my style statement, particularly in my personal life, leads me to the right choices if I let it.

For example, I am always buying clothes that I feel are appropriate and that look good on me, only to never wear them. After telling the girls about my style statement at brunch, I went through my closet and pulled those clothes out.

They’re definitely not Organic Whimsy clothes. Sometimes, when I’m shopping, I apparently think I’m this girl:

Or possibly this girl:

I’m not those girls, though. I’m the girl who wears this:

Blazers are an excellent go to item for the modern professional woman, which is probably why I continue to buy them. However, blazers are neither organic nor whimsical, and I don’t wear a single one of the six that I own.

It applies to my house, too. It applies to my ability to plan things in advance. It applies to pretty much everything, if I let it.

Gosh I love labels.

Just call me Organic Whimsy.

my perfect day

Monday, March 22nd, 2010

the bee does quickly sting

Friday, February 19th, 2010

It’s that time again.


I’m a little slap happy, and it’s only 10 am. That probably does not bode well for the rest of the day, but it’s Friday and it has been a long and bad week. Sometimes slap happy is better than crying under my desk, ya know?

Anyway, it’s time to check in on my resolutions!

1) Not getting sick.

Well, I had a headache the other night, and today I have the sniffleus (which is my derby bestie Star’s way of spelling sniffles that makes me laugh every time I look at it – it simultaneously reminds me of Snuffleupagus and syphilis). Neither of those really count though, cause headaches are their own category and sniffleus in February are pretty much de riguer, right? So resolution 1: A.

2) Stop obsessing over cutting my damn hair.

Totally done. I haven’t thought about cutting it once.

Of course, I have seriously considered dying it grey. Or at least part of it. Grey is IN, baby. Resolution 2: C.

If it's good enough for Tavi, it's good enough for me!

3) Stop buying non-consumables.

AHhahahahahahahahah. Ahhaha. Hahah. Sob. Resolution 3: F.

4) Blog a minimum of five days a week.

I have been rocking this one like a crack addict rocks the rock. Or is the rock a meth thing? You understand what I’m trying to say, anyway. Resolution 4: A+.

5) Work on building strong friendships with women.

Let’s see. So far, I have gotten myself some GREAT new friends via derby, and lost at least one friend due to, as far as I can tell, scheduling conflicts. Yes, that’s a stupid reason. Somehow telling her that doesn’t seem to be helping.

My new derby friends are fan-fucking-tastic though. Witness:

emma: the roof of my mouth itches. how is that even possible

Star: That is the worst feeling ever

emma: that should be an itchfree zone

Star: agreed. also the bottom of your foot while driving

emma: oh hells yeah

Star: do you think if we started a grass-roots campaign to eliminate bottom of foot and roof of mouth itch we could get biology to listen?

emma: LOL

Nothing like a little ‘fuck you biology’ conversation to help the work day speed by. Resolution 5: B.

6) Perfect a photo ready smile.

Yeah, that's going SUPER well.

Resolution 6: D.

7) Be a grown up when it matters, and don’t when it doesn’t.

Eh. This one, as I anticipated, is the hardest. Deciding to quit derby was me being a grown up. Other things, not so much. Day by day, people. Resolution 7: ungraded, as grading myself on this particular resolution feels childish. (See what I did there? Heehee.)

Average: B-.

Could be worse. I’m going to buy myself a present to reward myself! We’ll worry about what that does to my resolution GPA next month.

come they call us

Sunday, November 29th, 2009

It’s not November anymore.  I realize the time stamp on this post is 11/29, and that’s technically true, but it’s December in my house and heart (and of course all the stores).

I have sparkly snowflakes decorating my window, a lit tree behind me, and icicle lights hanging from my loft. There are chocolate chip cookies cooling on the counter and curry and rice bubbling on the stovetop. Admittedly neither of those is Christmasy alone, but they’re combining to make this sweet spicy yummy smell that’s totally working for me.

So in my house, it’s December. Merry December, darlings, whatever December means to you.

This dude loves December so much he's reaching out to give it a big ol fuzzy seal baby hug.

Quick, say something funny

Wednesday, November 4th, 2009

I do this horrible thing to the boy where I turn to him and say ‘tell me something interesting’. He hates it and to my recollection has never actually responded with anything except ‘why would you do that to me? Now I can’t think of anything!’

I’m baffled by this. Partially because I have soooo many things to say that I have to turn to blogging and tweeting just to get them all out, and partially because someone is giving you free rein to tell them whatever you want. If he asked me, I’d tell him some of the things that I always meant to tell him but never got around to – like the time I saw a real gorilla in the backseat of a car in Golden, or how I think that him being in the car with me when I get pulled over guarantees I’ll get a ticket.

The car was significantly less cool and there was no Pink Panther, but you can see my point.

However, I’ve recently started whoring (ahem… is that the word I mean to use? Um.. yes, yes I think it is) my blog out a little bit more than I used to. I participated in Final Girl’s Film Club, and now I’m jumping on board Temerity Jane’s People Who Comment project. I’m also participating in NaBloPoMo, in case you didn’t catch that.

(Speaking of Film Club, the tiniest sprinter-yes I said yes-sosovelo-emmanation-and-friends film club has a new selection! Blood Freak. It’s due Nov 9th and when asked about the film years after it’s release, the writer referred to it as “a sad chapter in my life.” If that doesn’t make you want to participate, I don’t know what will.)

Anyhow. After jumping on all these ‘look at me’ bandwagons, I’m starting to see the boy’s problem. Nothing quite like being on the spot to completely dry up any well of awesomeness you may have, at one point, had. Even if you put yourself on said spot.

The moral of this post is twofold.

1) I do not always like the things that I do to myself, even when they are things that I totally want to do.

2) I will accept suggestions on interesting/funny/awesome/embarrassing blogging subjects to help me get through NaBloPoMo. Leave your ideas in the comments, email them at emmanationblog [at], or if you are related to me and therefore have my phone number, call me. Seriously people, there are 26 days left in November. Twenty. Six. Help.