Thursday, September 5, 2013

My advice to the teenagers I know #FYI ;)

No need for lengthy diatribes about how you're doing it wrong, here are some simple suggestions as an older person who has learned a thing or two.


1. People will judge you for the things you do, say, and post online
2. Don't be judgmental 
3. Be kind
4. Have fun

Peace,
-V

Wednesday, July 3, 2013

The pleasures of frivolity.

I was minding my own business, following my usual morning routine: coffee, check email, peruse Facebook, when I came upon a post from a fashion website of a woman riding a bycycle with a Chanel wallet placed lovingly in the basket and the caption, "Very precious cargo" written above it. I of course liked it because I adore most anything Chanel, and because it was kind of silly and fun, and then I made the mistake of reading the one comment so far which said, "So not a necessity!"

 I have come to realize that reading people's comments on Facebook or just about any website I visit is kind of a bad idea. There's always one total sourpuss, wack job, or nutcase that ruins it for everyone...and sometimes there's tons of sourpusses, wack jobs, and nutcases, depending on how controversial the subject matter is.

 Now in the case of the Chanel wallet the commenter wasn't wrong, obviously a designer wallet isn't a necessity? Hell, we could all throw the things we usually carry in our wallets inside a ziplock bag and probably get by just fine? Nobody NEEDS the little items that we use everyday to be beautiful, they simply need to be functional. Why do we really need anything that isn't absolutely necessary? Our homes don't really require decoration, just four walls and a bed, a place to cook and a toilet. Our clothing's only real job is to keep us warm in the winter, and cool in the summer? Let's take it further and also omitt other unnecessary frivolities in life...art...music, and focus all energy on the things that need changing, or are unfair! Think of how awesome the world would be if we all focused only on how to make it better!!

 But, but, but...is it really so wrong to find pleasure in little luxuries?

As we go about our busier, longer days, in which work expectations often far outweigh the moments
of relaxation we are afforded, and human connection seems more, and more challenging as technology becomes more, and, more instrumental to our success, I am going to boldly say that these little unnecessary luxuries have become more important than ever before! We need these things to keep us feeling human!

The little things: a sunset, the flowers on your deck that just started blooming, a great meal shared with good friends, music, art, the perfect gin and tonic, and yes...even the appreciation of the beauty, and fine craftsmanship of a Chanel wallet! These are the things that make life worth living, the things that make people WANT to make the world a better place! All these little frivolous things that are
completely unnecessary make people happy...and that ain't such a bad thing.

As much as a usually refrain from commenting after the sourpusses, on this one occasion I couldn't help myself...

 Peace,
 -V

Friday, June 28, 2013

A rather hairy situation.

I forgot to shave my legs today, which is a rarity for me.

 I have a very regimented personal hygiene routine in which I shave every other day, and wash and style my hair every 3-4 days...because the process of product, blow drying, and flat ironing is just exhausting! When I have a day where I have to both shave, AND wash, and style my hair, I pretty much have to cancel all activities for the day because by the time I'm done I need to get dinner on the table.

Today was a hair day, and because it landed on a day where we had some other things planned I think I may have blanked out the fact that I hadn't shaved yesterday either, and by the time I was dressed and in the car I kept feeling like something was slightly off? It was the prickly hair I kept noticing catching onto my dress!

 Isn't it funny how we live in a culture where, as women, we want thick and lustrous hair...only in certain places? A head of hair that's long, thick. and beautiful is usually preceived as feminine, and yet a leg or underarm of thick hair, not so much. In fact, we've gotten to the point where it's considerd almost offensive on a woman (by some of the more 'shallow' types, that is) to have hair anywhere BUT on your head!!!

 I was getting a mani/pedi a few weeks back, and in the salon I go to they offer waxing as well, the woman next to me who announced rather loudly that "She was here for her regular!" had a waxing appointment as well as a pedi. When the technician asked her if she wanted it "all done?" she took her hand and ran it literally from her forehead to her chest.  Now, she was a darker haired lady who appeared to have very thick and course hair, and I would guess that might make it more difficult to manage unwanted hair....but the idea that one would feel they had to regularly wax from forehead to chest sounds extremely unpleasant to me? Not that I wouldn't do it, I mean, I'm pretty vain, I guess I just felt fortunate that so far I've been able to mannage pretty well with tweezers.

I have had experiences where I've been out in public when I discover a stray hair that I hadn't seen before I left the house, and it's honestly enough to ruin my day! That's why I have my trusty hedgehog pouchette with me at all times. It contains tweezers, nail clippers, a tide to go stick, several shades of lipstick, lip balm, Ibuprofen, Imodium, emergency feminine hygiene products, Aleve, strappy heels, flats for walking, an extra set of underpants, an egg roll, and three crisp one hundred dollar bills....you know, everything a girl needs in order to step foot outside the house! "Dont you think that's a little overkill?", you may ask? Well, just a few weeks back we were in Forever 21 when Michael realized he had a stray nose hair poking out, and if I hadn't had my trusty hedgehog pouchette it could have been a full-on five alarm distaster!! Luckily I discretely passed him the tweezers, and between the frayed cutoffs, and the sheer rayon ombré tank tops, he remedied the situation and none were the wiser! 

Speaking of Forever 21, today I took the kids to H&M which is always an experience.  Don't get me wrong, I like H&M, they have some great deals, I'm a huge fan of their accessories, and they are awesome for my growing children's trendy fashion purchases, but the set-up always leaves a little to be desired for me? Perhaps it's part of getting older, or maybe I'm just a snob, but I like a little inspiration in my shopping experience. At H&M I always kind of feel like I'm digging through piles of lipstick stained dresses, and deodorant streaked shirts! The music usually leaves something to be desired...and there's no mineral water or espresso offered during the shopping experience! Where's my personal shopper, Raoul? The cashmere, the Italian wool? The supple leathers I've grown acustom to?

Sadly it was while we were in H&M that I realized I had forgotten to shave my legs today, so not only was the experience not as enjoyable as I had wanted...but it was hairier than I had wanted too.

 Peace,
 -V

Wednesday, June 26, 2013

A cautionary tale.

My dishwasher has been in a bit of a mood lately.

It's been such a good dishwasher for such a long time, no complaining when I run it for the third time in a day, no rolling of the eyes when after a dinner party I fill it so full it can barely breath. Just good old fashioned hard work with nary a peep....until now.
I have a sinking suspicion that the blinking light under the words 'Drain/intake' may be trying to tell me something, and that something is: it's feeling taken for granted.

It's so easy to take things for granted, especially things that go about their days doing the work given to them without complaint. Silently washing dish after dish, just to be unloaded, refilled, and asked to do Yet. Another. Load.

Today while I was washing a sink load of dishes by hand, because I felt like my dishwasher could use a breather, you know...a little 'me' time, my eldest child (I'm not going to name names) was sitting in the kitchen eating his lunch, watching me painstakingly do the job that we usually give to my stainless steel sister, when just as I put the last dish in the dish drainer he walks up behind me and sets his lunch plate right into the momentarily dish-free sink.

Did it not even dawn on him that perhaps his plate would have preferred to be cleaned and placed in the dish drainer next to it's friends?  Or did he simply assume it would get clean on it's own? I suspect that he was probably in his own world of bespoke suits, and hand cobbled shoes, and he couldn't be pulled out of these fantastical places to contemplate the plate his bagel had once been on. Isn't it wonderful being young? Oh to go back to the angst, and rejection...okay, maybe not.

As a grown-up, doing grown-up work it can be easy to take things for granted as well though. Who hasn't taken their health for granted, their income, their current weight...hell just about anything that's stuck around for a year or more I have probably taken for granted! Until it changes, or disappears and all of a sudden you realize how nice that thing was that you never really thought about but assumed would always be there.

You know what I sadly took for granted? A pair of leopard print kitten heels I had back in my teenage years. I was working at a shoe store called Lottie Da! and they had these adorable heels with two little buckles across the toe, teal blue bottoms, and I loved them. I saved up to buy myself a pair, and I wore them a lot! They were fabulous, comfortable and went with just about everything. Then my tastes changed, my shoe collection expanded, and I needed to pack up all belongings and head to college. My leopard print kitten heels with the two little buckles, and the teal bottoms got left behind...never to be seen again.

I've looked for something similar to those shoes for a long time, searched high and low, and I've never found anything quite like them.

I know that's an incredibly sad and heart-wrenching tale, but it's a lesson to all of us to love what we have right now, when we have it! Love your partner, your kids, your dishwasher! And for the Luv-a-gawd, when you have the perfect pair of heels....don't let them get away, or 25 years later it may still haunt your dreams.

Peace,
-V


Tuesday, June 25, 2013

It's ALIVE!!

Michael Jackson died four years ago today, and in thinking about that I was reminded of a post I had written here that at the time seemed extremely poignant to me. Of course I had to go back and read it to make sure that I was in fact as deep, and thoughtful four years ago as I am today...sadly I think I've become less so. That, or I'm just 4 years older and in a better mood?

 In perusing through some of my old posts though, I was struck with how much I had forgotten about my day to day crankiness, even just a year or two later, which made me feel pretty good about myself...which is really the point I guess in writing a little 'open' diary about ones life? To feel good about yourself? I'm going to say it is! I will also say that it was fun to look back and remember some of the phases that my kids have gone through, and grown out of, a little walk down memory lane....oh how things can change over just a few short years.

 The things that have changed: All the dental technology has changed!

 Michael finally went to the dentist after about 6 years today, and according to him, all the technology has changed.

Other than that, I'm still obsessed with clothing, and food, I still yell at my (now bigger) kids, and I still have days where my mood is questionable at best, shocking...I know.

Moving on....

Tonight I have a beet and heirloom tomato salad planned for dinner. I recently saw an interview (or it may have been on SNL) where Zach Galifinakis said he loved to order beets when he went out to eat so he could tell the waiter, "Thanks for laying down those funky beets." I love that! I mean I loved beets to begin with, but now I love them, and want to serve them, even more!

 Speaking of things I love, we were weren't we? I've become a little obsessed with Kombucha. I know it's complete hippie food, and honestly I'm okay with that, nothing wrong with hippies...although I like showering. To each their own, I say! Anyway, Kombucha has become my favorite afternoon snack primarily because it settles my stomach, is only 60 calories a bottle, and I'm kinda fascinated by the stuff that looks like green snot that floats around in it...because supposedly it's ALIVE! It's like Sea Monkeys for adults!

 I've found and tried a varietal of Kombuchas; There's the champagne of Kombucha that comes in a crappy plastic bottle (um, no), as well as the canned stuff which is far too sweet for my taste. There's the cayenne and lemon one that's all bougie and cost like $75 a bottle (which of course is my favorite), and there's the macro brewed kind you can find everywhere that I'll drink, but only in private so no one will know I'm just like everyone else. There's also the SUPER gingery one that I can only find at the funky market that sells things like those Ice Cube chocolate squares that look fun but taste like wax, and Grape Heads, a low rent second cousin to a Lemon head.

As Kombucha has become my favorite afternoon snack, I've decided I need to get back to my favorite afternoon pastime, which used to be writing a little something everyday about my life, primarily to document the mundane but also to remember the little details, and silly happenings. I will do my best to stick with it in order to keep the memories of my current days alive, just like the ones I read about today of my mood swings, and littler kids, and just like the green snot in my Kombucha.

 Peace, -V

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Green shoes and no duck!

I went to the Nordstrom half yearly sale yesterday and I found the most gorgeous green leather heels that when worn look like I should be dancing the night away in the 1920's!

These shoes not only made my day because they're stunning but also because I found them right after I'd tried several pairs of jeans on that made me want to crawl in a hole and die...awful!! I've decided once again I was born in the wrong time....I much prefer dresses to jeans and all the lovely body enhancing garments that used to go with them...bring on the corset! Okay well maybe not...but let me tell you not even a corset would have made these jeans more attractive on me! I guess that's why they were on the sale rack ;)

Not only did my new green heels help me get over my jeans debacle but it helped me rise above the experience and start thinking about food again rather than a permanent liquid diet ;)

I had been obsessing about this lovely duck recipe from Food and Wine and decided that the perfect way to end a long day of shopping and our holiday weekend was to make it! So I planned out the recipe and went to the one store in my neighborhood I was SURE would have beautiful duck breasts awaiting me...but alas, no duck breasts. :(
For anyone who knows me well this was enough to ruin my day...especially after the jeans!
When I have a recipe I'm DYING to make I'm so bummed when I can't find all the ingredients let alone the major player in the whole deal! Luckily my wonderful husband AND my new green heels helped to turn my attentions toward a ribeye steak and all was right with the world.

Here I am in the Nordstrom dressing room admiring my new green heels....which I decided to wear as they just MADE my outfit!

Peace,

-V

Monday, May 23, 2011

From Bitchy to Beachy

I'm on vacation in my head today...because I'm in a really crap mood.

Michael is out of town on business, it's Monday, the kids are fighting like cats and dogs and I have a stressful week ahead...hate that!!

I got a new debit card and attempted to activate it and because I couldn't remember our account number off the top of my head the operator made me feel like a fucking criminal and asked me 234,379 questions about me and my life then treated me like an idiot that I didn't know the number some more. Now don't get me wrong I appreciate the security and am happy that not just anyone can access our bank account...HOWEVER! Just because I don't know the correct numbers to spit at you in order to activate a card doesn't make me an idiot!! There are SOOOO many numbers and passwords to keep track of anymore that sometimes I lose track....so sue me!

Honestly I prefer not to manage any of this crap...I feel like a manage enough around here that I can allow Michael the luxury of managing the money portion of the deal ;) This is where I would really succeed as a kept woman...I like dressing up and preparing exotic and gourmet meals and as long as I have ample spending money I'm happy to keep someone else's needs met 99.9% of the time!! Okay maybe that's not a gig I would fully appreciate....but whatever.

Anyway, as I was saying I'm on a vacation in my head...because I'm needing that to not spiral into an abyss of bitchyness (yeah that earlier rant was just pre-bitchyness, I can get MUCH worse!) And on my vacation, which I'm imagining is either Cape Cod or the Hamptons or some such beachy community where wealthy people go to frolic and play while effortlessly dressed in crisp dresses or white jeans with button ups!

When I think of blue blood beach vacations I think of high quality classic attire, like something Jackie or Grace would wear while enjoying a little time off...



I like to dress easy and without a lot of fuss sometimes...and you just can't go wrong with a well fitting pair of white jeans and a button up...perhaps in a colorful stripe or chambray. Switch up the shoes and jewelry and it can go from strictly casual to dinner worthy within minutes. A nice scarf can take the place of jewelry and carries a slightly more laid back look that I find very appealing... though I'm rocking jewelry today because my vacation theme was the beach so my 'Pirates treasure' necklace suited the look!

See now I'm actually starting to feel better! Fashion is so wonderful that way...it allows one to step outside their daily bullshit and put themselves in another place just by getting dressed in the morning ;)
Despite the mean lady on the phone attempting to make me feel like an idiot and the Monday-lack of husband-stressful week ahead blues.....focusing on a pair of white jeans and the dream of a vacation at the beach is exactly what I needed! ;)



Peace

-V