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Wednesday, June 23rd, 2010
Today, the island.
Tomorrow, the boat!
The airport was basically two gigantic converted warehouses. My seatmates on the way from Atlanta were (seriously) missionaries. Every store in town shuts down at 5 because that’s when the cruise ships pull out.
I love this place.
How jealous are you? This is the view from our balcony.
Monday, June 21st, 2010
I now have all of the necessary skills to survive an apocalypse.
Bread baking and purse making.
Why yes, I did make this. From scratch.
And also this. From scratch. WITHOUT A PATTERN AHEM.
Crockett’s mom took me sewing machine shopping on Saturday, and I feel like a regular old pioneer woman. No (fairly simple) pattern is unsewable for these deft (and aided with the finest electronic sewing machine my meager funds could afford) hands.
Now that I have my beach bags, I’m ready for the British Virgin Islands. I leave on the red-eye tonight*.
If you’re considering breaking into my house while I’m gone, I see two obstacles for you. 1) You don’t know where my house is. 2) My wonderful dog sitting mother will be there. So blllphtttt.
Several weeks ago I intended to start writing an extra post every other day in order to keep emmanation updated while I was gone. Then, when that didn’t happen, two weeks ago I was going to write an extra post every day. Then, several days ago, I thought ‘well, I can pump out eight posts in a few hours, how hard can it be’.
Ha.
So, for the next ten days (eight weekdays), emmanation will be dark. Unless there’s wifi somewhere. Which, how can there not be? This is AMERICA! (Except, the British part. Shit. Right. Well, you know what I mean.)
I love you and I will miss you and I will be back with photos galore.
MWAH.
*Why call it the red eye? You’re already flying at 1 am, why must they remind you that you’re going to look like hell when you land? I’m going to call it the last call flight instead. I think that makes it sound romantic and adventurous.
Thursday, May 27th, 2010
I realize I’m a little behind the curve here, but what the hell is wrong with this commercial of a very sexy woman in her underwear?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vvdU2xpgvdk
If you object to commercials with semi-naked women period, fine. Object away. I’m sure you’ll hate this, for example:
However, if you (like the advertising decision makers at ABC) object to the Lane Bryant ad but not the Vicky’s Secret ad, I’m a little confused. Are plus size women somehow more naked than skinny women? I’ll admit there’s more of the Lane Bryant model (in places that I sometimes wish I had more), but there are like four women in the VS ad, so on a skin for skin ratio VS is definitely the worse offender. Plus, those women sort of look like they’re orgasming in waterfalls, and the LB woman is getting ready for a date (albeit a risque one). Are there other guidelines they’re using that I’m missing?
One of Lane Bryant’s supporters (not the company themselves, as far as I can tell) created this rebuttal ad:
I don’t necessarily think this is the right response. Body acceptance means all bodies, y’all – yes, sometimes skinny woman go to unhealthy lengths to be thin, but sometimes they don’t. Sometimes curvy women are sedentary and big eaters, and sometimes they aren’t. The whole book-cover-judger thing goes both ways, right?
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.
Tuesday, May 4th, 2010
So many exciting things are happening today, I barely know where to start.
There's totally dal in there, you just can't tell. Also, can you see if any of those buttons say 'martini'?
This is going to be so badass that I'm jealous of my future self. Richard Branson doesn't know what is about to hit him.
Me in this freaking adorable swimsuit is gonna hit him, that's what.
Obviously.
Tuesday, I love you.
Thursday, you can still go fuck yourself.