I'm starting a new series. It's called "Deep Thoughts, by FashionMista."
I love taking a steaming hot shower while drinking super cold water to see if the water is cold enough that I can feel it go down.
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My First Gray Hair
It's official. I'm dying. Not even 30 yet, and dying. Oh dear.
I have found faux gray hairs before, but those are most likely from over processed hair, because some of the strand of hair will be brown (root), then blond, then the white. Most likely damaged hair, right? Well, this one is one of my little side pieces of hair, like that I put behind my ears or gets combed back when I put my glasses on, as what I was just doing to see this glaringly offending piece of hair.
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I have found faux gray hairs before, but those are most likely from over processed hair, because some of the strand of hair will be brown (root), then blond, then the white. Most likely damaged hair, right? Well, this one is one of my little side pieces of hair, like that I put behind my ears or gets combed back when I put my glasses on, as what I was just doing to see this glaringly offending piece of hair.
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Nostalgic for Caramellos
The wind is blowing again and I'm listening to Norah Jones' new cd, Not Too Late (love it) as I decorate the new website for ReelInvitations.com (you can't see it b/c it's not live yet) and I'm eating a Ghirardelli chocolate square with rich caramel in the middle and it's making me think of my old 8th grade "best" friend who sometimes took me to her 'camp' in the Adirondack Mountains. We always loved Caramellos in the winter when we went to this camp, because they were a soft and yummy chocolate we could charge to some parental account in the sky and eat them up while playing spoons or some other card game. So I got a little nostalgic for that time when friends don't do shi%&y things yet, like kiss your boyfriend or socially climb their way into obscurity. A time when all you really need are Caramellos, a blizzard and a deck of cards.
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If I Were to Propose to Myself...
It hit me - how I would propose to me - while I was walking Gerdy on this glorious sunshiny morning in the woods of Central Park. Actually I was skating across the snow because everything is that frozen. My friend Kelly H just got engaged, and it got me to thinking about the time when Kelly H told me: "If you don't call me when you get engaged, and if I have to find out about it on the blog, why, I'm gonna..." So. That ruled any announcement of that kind out.But then I thought: "Hey, what if he proposed to me on my blog? And had an open ring box right there in the middle of the post for like March 28th or some random day like that?" I thought that was a very good idea, but if it was David who was going to propose, the scenario would be very unlikely since I am the computer genius in the family, and I had to teach him how to copy and paste. This scenario would require him to think about who might know my blogger password, then who might be able to extract it from me, then who might be able to help him actually use blogger (ahem, it would be Kelly H), and then he'd have to take a picture of the ring in a box, I guess, and somehow get me to check my own blog.
Now that I think about it, I do have my blog on my classic Google Home page, so I guess I could see it that way, but I don't activate that often because it takes too long to load.
Anyway, so if the above happened, I guess I would then have no choice but to send out a cute engagement card like the bling bling one above from Paper Bride, then Rush to Reel Invitations to get a custom dvd wedding invitation made of us! We'd be able to tell our whole "how we met" story to all of our friends, and invite them to the wedding while giving them hotel details and everything. I think it would be darn cute.So that's how I would do it. Now about finding a man who is technologically savvy enough to pull this off...
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Happy Valentine's Day!!
Valentine's Day Eve was spent curled in bed next to Gerdy, who was blocking 10 mile per hour gusts of wind coming through the makeshift cardboard window blocker from the air conditioner that we keep in the window all year (nowhere to put it). It took two hours for my feet to warm up! But I was grateful that I was not homeless, and that I had saved Oliver the Terrible Orphan, because what if he was shivering out there. So sad!But then, at the break of dawn, like in a cartoon, smells of bacon drifted into the bedroom even though I could not hear a sound coming from the kitchen. David had quietly gotten out of bed and made our Paul Bunyan breakfast of scrambled eggs, bacon and mini Pillsbury things to the soundtrack of Allison Krauss & Union Station. Then he brought over flowers. My Valentine wishes were granted when he gave me the Sakura Washi Earrings!
I gave David the big wheels t-shirt because he was the King of the Curb in his childhood days, and a yummy pair of Access corduroys that are a smidge too small, so I'll take them back and hope there is another size.
Oh, and if you'd like some valentine hearts for your computer's desktop, have some Valentines Hearts desktop wallpaper from Katie James! It's a free download. Happy day! Hopefully you're not buried under mounds of snow like folks in Ohio and the rest of the Midwest are! It's pelting frozen rain right now! I'm afraid to go outside!
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If I Was a Mountain Girl, This is My Cell Phone Case
It's true. My phone was cold, so I made it a coat. Gerdy got this lambskin coat for Christmas, and we all know that Gerdy is a lambskin coat. So, I cut it up and made it into a cell phone case. I kind of like it. Then I put the orange yarn on the velcro tip, and I liked it even more. The yarn came from a wrapped ornament from Anthropology when we bought gifts at holiday time. Kind of heart it. This is the only one. I only have fabric for a couple more...
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Oh My - Did You See This Wedding Proposal Video?
Just read about this wedding proposal from one of my SEO newsletters...an SEO
guy built a website around getting a super
proposal to his girlfriend by placing ad ad during the Super
Bowl. When that didn't happen, he got an ad on her favorite show,
Veronica Mars, for Feb. 6 (sooo much more appropriate!!). I'm so
bummed! It was the one time I chose not to watch Veronica Mars so that
I could work! Her reaction is extraordinary. The videos are
on iFilm.com and here...
guy built a website around getting a super
proposal to his girlfriend by placing ad ad during the Super
Bowl. When that didn't happen, he got an ad on her favorite show,
Veronica Mars, for Feb. 6 (sooo much more appropriate!!). I'm so
bummed! It was the one time I chose not to watch Veronica Mars so that
I could work! Her reaction is extraordinary. The videos are
on iFilm.com and here...
His Proposal
Need a Handyman? Call BoyfriendForHire.com
Lately, it seems like people around me need a handyman. I know I did, but I have a super. And a boyfriend. But the boyfriend has his own ways of cleaning the bathroom and other highlights, that I need a man with another set of tools to do the heavy hanging. Not THAT kind of hanging! Gross. A fellow Mista used him, and here is her testimony on when he put up her shelves.www.boyfriendforhire.com
For record, David did put up those other shelves, so I didn't need to call boyfriendforhire.com.
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Flowers for the Day Job
I bought myself flowers today. Roses. White ones. I know that Valentine's Day is getting closer, and I should wait to see if the man buys me flowers, but it's only February 2nd, and I needed to stop and buy myself, and my new office, some flowers. Because I gave notice at my job. Two months of notice, but notice nonetheless. Since then, I've been completely bombarded by my to-do list, and it is taking over my life. So I bought roses just because they are beautiful and I can stop and stare at how the petals curl and pucker around each other.
If you didn't know, I work for a very respected nonprofit that helps women and health professionals make informed maternity care decisions. I manage their website. And various other things that come with being one of six people working for a national organization, such as configure emails, manage databases, insist on systems to track publication inventory. Before the holiday, I finally spoke a decision that I had made long ago, but became too complacent to make. Normally when I make a life altering decision, it is a defensive decision, like the next move after a fiance decides he's not ready to be married. This allowed me to quit a terrible horrible job I was keeping just to pay our rent, so I promptly moved back home to regroup, research the hell out of figuring out what I wanted to do professionally, became a flower-arranger for a day, realized that stunk because flower arrangers at banquet halls make the same arrangements every day and that would be next to death for the left side of my brain. This was after I tried temping in Cleveland, only to find that temping agencies in Cleveland, or the one I went to, employed men who needed to pay child support checks. But it was just before I begged my younger brother for a job - any job - on the film he was working on. And so I became "Crafty." Not actually crafty yet, like with glue and glitter, but a snack girl who memorized the favorite and special foods of everyone on the set and made sure they were arranged pleasingly on my little Crafty table (look, I am even in IMDB).
I met and worked with a crew of out-of-town New Yorkers. We were all in farm country, and most of those New Yorkers felt most out of place in their tinted pink sunglasses and red and blue Pumas. But I met them, and they were semi-normal. And I thought that if they are semi-normal, and I am semi-normal, then heck. I could move to New York, too. And so I did. On the morning of 9/11 from Akron with a tightly packed suitcase courtesy of Mom and a literal one-way ticket and a two-week cat sitting gig in exchange for a place to stay while I clamored for interviews. But that morning, my plane did not take off, and I spent the next few months obsessing over becoming a journalist in order to contribute something to the world. On February 15th, 2002, I tried again, but this time, Mom and I drove to the building I live in now, only then, I was renting a living room with a couch and a few neglected tree plants (one of which I still have and is thriving).
The next few years involved many jobs in different industries, as it was my priority to try them all out until I found one I liked. Editorial assistant (Harper Collins), production assistant (Law and Order - the original), research office assistant (Food Network), art department assistant on a crazy Little Kim video, freelance graphic designer. All of these things, and none as satisfying as my first design class at FIT. Which started everything.
Two and a half years later (but five total since moving to New York), with a wealth of knowledge gained from working with inspiring bosses and co-workers and connecting with a mission of helping to educate and inform women about childbirth (because I sure as heck didn't know what it was all about), I've taken a step into the abyss of my life. Not that I wasn't in my life before, but by giving notice at my job in order to devote my full time to Katie James, LLC, starting March 1st 2007, and nurture it as it grows from fabric to websites to print to who knows, I have taken control of my life. And it feels great. Not empowering, like I thought it would, just great and normal. Envisioning Katie James is empowering enough. Paying people at Christmas time for a production run is empowering. This decision was just solidly great and fluid and normal. And so I bought myself some flowers today.
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If you didn't know, I work for a very respected nonprofit that helps women and health professionals make informed maternity care decisions. I manage their website. And various other things that come with being one of six people working for a national organization, such as configure emails, manage databases, insist on systems to track publication inventory. Before the holiday, I finally spoke a decision that I had made long ago, but became too complacent to make. Normally when I make a life altering decision, it is a defensive decision, like the next move after a fiance decides he's not ready to be married. This allowed me to quit a terrible horrible job I was keeping just to pay our rent, so I promptly moved back home to regroup, research the hell out of figuring out what I wanted to do professionally, became a flower-arranger for a day, realized that stunk because flower arrangers at banquet halls make the same arrangements every day and that would be next to death for the left side of my brain. This was after I tried temping in Cleveland, only to find that temping agencies in Cleveland, or the one I went to, employed men who needed to pay child support checks. But it was just before I begged my younger brother for a job - any job - on the film he was working on. And so I became "Crafty." Not actually crafty yet, like with glue and glitter, but a snack girl who memorized the favorite and special foods of everyone on the set and made sure they were arranged pleasingly on my little Crafty table (look, I am even in IMDB).
I met and worked with a crew of out-of-town New Yorkers. We were all in farm country, and most of those New Yorkers felt most out of place in their tinted pink sunglasses and red and blue Pumas. But I met them, and they were semi-normal. And I thought that if they are semi-normal, and I am semi-normal, then heck. I could move to New York, too. And so I did. On the morning of 9/11 from Akron with a tightly packed suitcase courtesy of Mom and a literal one-way ticket and a two-week cat sitting gig in exchange for a place to stay while I clamored for interviews. But that morning, my plane did not take off, and I spent the next few months obsessing over becoming a journalist in order to contribute something to the world. On February 15th, 2002, I tried again, but this time, Mom and I drove to the building I live in now, only then, I was renting a living room with a couch and a few neglected tree plants (one of which I still have and is thriving).
The next few years involved many jobs in different industries, as it was my priority to try them all out until I found one I liked. Editorial assistant (Harper Collins), production assistant (Law and Order - the original), research office assistant (Food Network), art department assistant on a crazy Little Kim video, freelance graphic designer. All of these things, and none as satisfying as my first design class at FIT. Which started everything.
Two and a half years later (but five total since moving to New York), with a wealth of knowledge gained from working with inspiring bosses and co-workers and connecting with a mission of helping to educate and inform women about childbirth (because I sure as heck didn't know what it was all about), I've taken a step into the abyss of my life. Not that I wasn't in my life before, but by giving notice at my job in order to devote my full time to Katie James, LLC, starting March 1st 2007, and nurture it as it grows from fabric to websites to print to who knows, I have taken control of my life. And it feels great. Not empowering, like I thought it would, just great and normal. Envisioning Katie James is empowering enough. Paying people at Christmas time for a production run is empowering. This decision was just solidly great and fluid and normal. And so I bought myself some flowers today.
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