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Stockholm, day 14

Wednesday, April 21st, 2010

Stockholming myself is the brainchild of the brilliant Temerity Jane. If you want to join in, she’s got a whole thing going on over there- check it out. It’s not a diet thing, it’s not a weight loss group, and it’s not NOT those things either. It’s looking at yourself every single day until you like what you see.

You know what? This marks two weeks of me doing this. I missed a day, sure, but if you knew how flaky I normally am you’d be giving me the back pat routine now (at least you would in my head, and since you’re NOT here, that’s what matters, eh?).

Since I’ve hit two weeks, I shall not whine about the *ahem* bloating I can feel if not see and how the only reason I showered today is cause Crockett dragged my ass put of the house to watch hockey. I shall, instead, give myself and the rest of you Stockholmers a big verbal hug.

HUUUUG.

There, did you feel it?

Stockholm, Day 13

Tuesday, April 20th, 2010

Stockholming Myself is the brainchild of the brilliant Temerity Jane. If you want to join in, she’s got a whole thing going on over there – check it out. It’s not a diet thing, it’s not a weight loss group, and it’s not NOT those things, either. It’s looking at yourself every single day until you like what you see – either through change or through acceptance. I’m in it for reasons I explain a little here.

Dress - Target.

I had this zipper back thing going on wayyy before Mrs. Obama did. Yep, she learned it from me.

I am doing a sales training this afternoon, and I therefore wore a dress.

Isn’t it odd, the clothes that we consider dressed up? This dress is cotton, it has pockets – it’s certainly not ‘fancy’. Somehow, however, I just feel more professional in a dress. I cannot do blazers to save my life, as they either make me look like I’m playing dress up in my mommy’s clothes or kind of butch. When I want to upgrade from jeans/cardi, it’s a dress or nothing.

And I’m guessing that nothing probably wouldn’t give the right impression for a sales training.

Stockholm, Day 12

Monday, April 19th, 2010

Stockholming Myself is the brainchild of the brilliant Temerity Jane. If you want to join in, she’s got a whole thing going on over there – check it out. It’s not a diet thing, it’s not a weight loss group, and it’s not NOT those things, either. It’s looking at yourself every single day until you like what you see – either through change or through acceptance. I’m in it for reasons I explain a little here.

Shirt and cardi - guess, I dare you. Did you say Ann Taylor Loft?? Really? Nail on the head!

I actually really enjoy the halo effect I get from taking the picture in my work bathroom. I took one at home but somehow when I got it here, it looked like I had a mustache, which I do not. (I am Italian, so believe me when I tell you I keep a very very close eye on that upper lip of mine.)

Today, Stockholm was a chore. I’m not sure why – residual illness, perhaps, but even though I am actually really enjoying my hair the last thing I wanted to do was take my damn picture. Alwbiste, on of my Stockholm sistas, recently asked herself how long she was planning on participating for. A month? Until she started repeating outfits? I could go for entire seasons without repeating an outfit exactly, so that one won’t work for me… I think I need to set an end goal, though. If I don’t know what I’m aiming for, how will I know when I get there? (Thank you, thank you – my self help book, Expressing Self Love through Trite Cliches, will be out next year.)

Stockholm, Day 11

Sunday, April 18th, 2010

Stockholming Myself is the brainchild of the brilliant Temerity Jane. If you want to join in, she’s got a whole thing going on over there – check it out. It’s not a diet thing, it’s not a weight loss group, and it’s not NOT those things, either. It’s looking at yourself every single day until you like what you see – either through change or through acceptance. I’m in it for reasons I explain a little here.

To be honest, I’m surprised by how normal I look here. I have been throwing up twice an hour since 5 pm yesterday. I would like to claim food poisoning, but it seems awfully coincidental that I would get food poisoning the same day I participated in a beer related scavenger hunt….  If I hadn’t missed yesterday there is no way I would have done it today, I was scared to even point the camera at myself. And yet, I pretty much look like I do on any other Sunday at home.

It took all my energy to get up on my grandpa’s Air Force trunk to take this picture, I have none left for writing. Oh – except my team Jacob shirt turned up two days AFTER the New Moon party – what the hell is that about. I suspect Crockett hid it because he secretly wanted me to wear the ‘team Crockett’ one he kept talking about.


Stockholm, Day 10

Friday, April 16th, 2010

Stockholming Myself is the brainchild of the brilliant Temerity Jane. If you want to join in, she’s got a whole thing going on over there – check it out. It’s not a diet thing, it’s not a weight loss group, and it’s not NOT those things, either. It’s looking at yourself every single day until you like what you see – either through change or through acceptance. I’m in it for reasons I explain a little here.

This is actually my second take on Stockholm today. The first picture, which I posted 20 minutes or so ago, was taken by Crockett. When he took it, he said ‘you look like a chipmunk!’ because of the face I was making. I am completely and totally aware that I do NOT look like a chipmunk and that he was just teasing, but as soon as he said it I started to hatehatehate the picture.

SO. I went into the bathroom here and took a new one. I know it’s not exactly the right approach for Stockholming, but it was that or no picture at all.

Shirt, Ann Taylor Loft (shocker).

All of the new shirts I bought have complicated folding or embroidery around the neckline. I’m not sure why I believe they flatter me, since they’re sort of ‘hey look at where her boobs should be’ signals, but I like them anyway. Of course, I will have to hand wash them…. that may reduce my liking a smidge.