30 Eylül 2012 Pazar

Postpartum...

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I want to have an honest conversation.About something I think LOTS of woman experienceafter they have a baby...
The Baby BluesPostpartum DepressionAnxietyGuiltShameWorry
There is so much more emotion going on after having a baby besides happiness.Don't get me wrongthere is a lot of happinessa lot.
But there are another range of emotionsthat can hit you like a freight train.They can be isolating and scary.They can be small thingsor big thingsreal or imagined...
I can admit right now-I struggle.I am afraidof doing something to hurt my babyor making a mistake.Doing something or causing something irreversible that I can never undo.
Ryan tells me this is because I love her so much.He listens to every stupid fear and worry.He tells me he loves meand lets me know I can always talk to himno matter what.He believes the best in meand tells me everyday what a great mom I am.
Are you struggling with emotions after baby?Don't be afraid to talk about it!The worst thing you can do is hold it all inside.
Talk to your husband,your mother,your sisters,your doctor,even a counselor 
I did.It was scary until I let it out.Until I realized this was normal-Not crazy.That right now with my hormonesmy thinking is not always rational.
I am going to share something I never have before on this blog.  
I have OCD.No, I don't have to wash my hands a million timesor hoardBut I have itand for a long time it scared me to death.I had panic attacksand was so overloaded with anxiety and worriesthat I had a hard time dealing with anything else.No one on the outside could ever tell,I hid it so well.Except that I was kind of angry and mean.That I wasn't happy.I think partially because I didn't know what it wasbut also because I was ashamed.
I thought something was wrong with me.I would have intrusive thoughtsScary thoughtsthat I didn't want to have.All people have scary or discerning thoughtsthe difference for me with OCD is like this:Imagine our minds are like and email inbox.Most people don't open spam.They don't open messages that are trying to sell them somethingthey don't wantunless they really want to open it.I feel the need to open every. single. email.Whether I want to read it or not I feel like I have to open it.Why else would someone send me an email?I am afraid that every thought I haveis true. or a desire. or a inner bad person just waiting to come out.Scary huh?Ryan always tells me my mind is a scary place.I agree sometimes.
But once I realized I had OCDand I started working on fighting itlife was so.much.better!It was like a weight had been lifted from my shoulders.I still had to manage my anxietybut the worst was over.Or so I thought...
For yearsI had no problems at all.Every once in a whileit would try to creep back inin one form or anotherbut I was too good for it nowI knew how to fight itI was strong.So very strong.This was in part to my own actions to deal with itand also checking in with my counselor every month or two. 
I knew when I got pregnantthat the baby could trigger new fears and obsessions.I tried not to dwell on it.I would face it when it came.I would be prepared.I talked to Ryan about before the baby even came.We were on guardkeeping a careful eye out and checking in with one another.
For the first six weekseverything was a dream. I had no mood swingsI did worry but it was about normal new moms things.Then due to allergy problemsand reflux we had to switch to a special formula.My milk dried upand my hormones began to change.My hair started falling out and I was worrying about everything.Real things.Imagined worst possibilities.OCD rearing it's ugly head.
But I told youI was prepared.Ryan was prepared.I already had appointments set up withmy counselor to check in.So here I am fighting it again.Some days are really easy.I am happy and calm.I don't worry-wellI don't worry too much.But some days are hardand I get scaredbut then I tell myselfthis is life.This is the real stuff.The scary stuff you have to face that makes you who you are.It's not the fears that define youbut rather how you face the fear.I know it will get better.I know that giving up to the feelings of panic and fearwon't make me the mommy I want to be.And I also know I could never do it alone.
So if you,who ever you may be,don't try to do it alone.New mothers can go through a range of emotions, fears, and anxietiesafter pregnancy.OCD, Baby Blues, general anxietyTake good care of yourself.Talk about what you are experiencing.Share it with someone who will help,encourage,and love you through it.
The more we talk about itthe less scary it becomes.
Suggestions for dealing with Postpartum Issues
01. Stay active!  Get out of the house and get some fresh air every day.  Stay moving.  Go for a walk, pick up the house.  Keep your mind busy.
02. Talk to your partner about your emotions.  Knowing you have your partners love and support will do wonders for your mind.  Even though you may know deep down they care- hearing it can make all the difference sometimes!
03. Take care of yourself.  Even if it is just a shower.  Feeling clean and good about yourself will help your mood. Set aside time everyday to pamper yourself.  Have the husband watch the baby while you take a long bath or read for a little while.  Investing time in yourself, is investing in your baby.  Your baby needs the best mommy possible and a happy mommy makes for a happy baby.
04. Talk to other moms!  This one is a no brainer.  Talking to my mom about my fears made me feel so much better.  Even moms who do not have postpartum blues or OCD have fears sometimes need to talk.  We are responsible for another life- that's a scary but beautiful business!
05. Eat the good stuff.  Eating right can make all the difference in your mood.  Eat lots of fruit and veggies.  Don't skip meals.  Keep taking your prenatal vitamins.
06.  Don't make your life all about baby.  Keep crafting if you enjoy it.  Go out for a girls night if you need it.  Sometimes as a new mom it's easy to become obsessed about your new little life but making time for other things in your life helps create balance. Balance is good.
07. Keep your postpartum doctors appointment!  Duh! These people are trained to deal with new mommy stuff.  Don't be afraid to talk to your doctor about what you are going through.  They were trained to handle these sort of emotions.
08. Go easy on yourself.  This is a hard one for me.  But you have to cut yourself some slack sometimes.  There will be mistakes and it will not be perfect.  That is unrealistic and you have to be able to let go and realize you are doing the very best you can.  Worrying about making a mistake isn't going to make it not happen.  You have to trust yourself.
09. Don't be afraid of medication.  If you need it you need it.  It's ok.  This was also a hard one for me.  As of right now I don't take medication but if it comes to that I will do it.  It's not that something is wrong with me as a person, with my character.  It's a chemical imbalance.  Some chemical imbalances can be fixed with therapy and sometimes medication is needed.  It doesn't make you any less of a good mom.
10. Enjoy your baby!  Don't let fear keep your from bonding.  Fight for that bond.  Don't let fear of making a mistake or doing something wrong keep your at a distance from your baby.  Cling to that love you have for him/her.  Whenever I hold Charlie I know how much I love her.  I know that it is a pure love that never ends. I know that I would do anything for her.  She is precious to me and that gets me every time.



A tale of one small crafter and big Anthropologie...

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The other day I was on twittercause twitter is awesomeand if you are the people out there mocking twitter-I know it's just because you don't understandsowhere was I?Oh yes, I was on twitterjust twitter tweeting aroundcheckin' out how everyone was starting their daywhen Bam!I see this tweet from my friend Bethany about this mini cake plate that BHLDNis selling for $78.00!!!



Now if you don't knowBHLDN is owned by AnthropologieIt sells wedding stufforas I like to call it- "Stuff we knock off from Ashley's brain"!Cause here is what I made OVER a year ago!!!!


I made this for like $3.00 and BHLDN is selling theirs for $78.00!
All you need to make your own:
Small vintage plateA small pretty glass or candlestick - I prefer little glasses you would serve liquors inSilicone Adhesive
Instructions for making Mini Cake Stands that are so cuteyou could charge $78.00 when you are done
+ Clean the plate and glass with soapy water- dry thoroughly
+ Apply small ring of silicone adhesive around the bottom ring of the glass {you will want the drinking edge of the glass to set on the table}.  Place carefully on the bottom center of the plate.  Hold firm for a minute or two and try not to move around.  You want a good seal.
+ Wipe any extra that might have squeezed out of an edge.
+ These will need to dry over night in a protected area.  

*After the adhesive dries you have a seal strong enough to be put through the dishwashers!  Although I still recommend you hand wash them for safe keeping.  Some vintage plates will chip and lose paint in the dishwasher.



Friday morning coffee...

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Hey guys!I wanna invite you over for coffee at my house this morningfiguratively,of course...If you really came over I would be embarrassed because I am watchingDoc McStuffinsbecause lets face itthat show is adorable!I love Lamby...
So grab a morning beverage,get comfy,and lets talk about stuff...
My friend Sheryl sent me this link this morningA Dollhouse from Binders by Redeeming CreationsSuch a super cute ideaand great if you need to save spaceor hate clutter.Or you just like to decorate housesand a real one is just too expensive.Dollhouses are greatbecause you can pretend they are for your daughterbut actually they are completely for you.I can't wait to play with my dollhouse,errr,Charlie's dollhouse...
Speaking of Charlie-can we talk about the park?!Me and Charlie have discovered the park.Actually, it was Ryan's ideabut it was such a good one I am stealing it.We have a park just a couple blocks away.Charlie loves to swing.So we walk down to the park.Swing.Walk back.It kills so much time and she loves it.She will swing till she can't hold her head up anymoreand she passes out.I love being able to add new things to our routine.You know, doing stuff besides watching entire marathons of Real Housewives and doing laundry during naps.Anything will do really.
Ryan started a new job this week.It has been fantastic!It is really hard to watch your husband come homeevery day from workfrustratedand unmotivated.I am so proud of himfor taking a riskand telling himself he deserved better.The new job,so far,has been a great fit.So happy.
We are going to Ikea soon!My brother and Laineyare buying their first home.Actually my dad and brother bought the house.Moved it.Remodeled it.And NOW he is taking over ownership of the house.It is so cute.Shake Siding.Hardwood floors.Ikea kitchen.Sounds kinda dreamy huh?
I am scheming up a pretty awesome business idea.Much to early to share.Butam pretty excited about it!If you are a local crafter, artist, maker of something-email me!eastchic906{at}yahoo{dot}com
And last but not least,I leave you with a great little DIY...
I love redoing old lighting.Have you ever seen some ugly, old brass lamp or chandelier?And think, I love shape but hate that tacky brass color?Spray paint it!It is so easy.It just takes some painters tape,old plastic grocery bags,spray paint,and sealer.It will change you life.Or at least your wallet.I made the grey lamp pictured about for $25.00The lamp cost $5.00The shade cost $15.00The spray paint cost me $5.00Bam.Great new lamp!The one I liked at Target that was similarwas $50.00.I did the same thing in my kitchen.Old brass chandelier.Spray paint.Bam.Farmhouse kitchen!Try it.Go to Restore,support Habitat for Humanity and get some great new lighting for your house!People will ask you where you got it.And you can say,Oh that?I made that.Bam.
Thanks for coming over for coffee this morning.Hope everyone has a great weekend!


Blushing!!!

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Guys!!!Today I got onto Blogger for the first time in a loooooong time.I mean a looooooooooooong time...And I thought that when I looked at my stats they would be like 10 people had visited in the last monthand to my surprise it was way more then that!And then it got even better!I had comments!Not a ton but still, real, true comments,{I have gotten a LOT of spam comments lately, don't worry I delete them}ANDRemodelaholic.com http://www.remodelaholic.com/2012/09/25-fall-craft-ideas/ had done a feature on fall craftsand my Twine Pear Tutorial was linked up!Oh. What. A. Feeling!People, I was about to give up on blogging...Like for realsies.I had been thinking about this probably since blogger some how got changed over to Arabic on my iphone and I was never able to change it back...HeyI'm not techie,it takes me months to do a little bit of html coding on the blogI cannot fix the ArabicI have so many other things to worry about.Dinner. Cleaning. Laundry. Selling a house. You know the usual mom stuff.So I took a breakPostpartum OCD,Family living with us for a month {loved it!},Having a baby who is insanely active for her age...Angie I think William may have a partner in crime- I. Am. Tired.And I can not find time for the things I love,and I feel like my life is so boring,and I have nothing to offer that you would be interested in.Why was I blogging anyway?It's not like I have thousands of followers,or the most unique situation or point of view,and then I realized I was looking at all of the reasons I shouldn't blogand none of the reasons why I should.
Reason One:I love it.  I have for 2+ years.  Ryan has fantasy football and I have blogging.  It's a part of my identity.
Reason Two:I love being a mom.  I want to share this experience, if for nothing else, Charlie can look back one day and see a glimpse into her childhood.
Reason Three:I still need to do something for myself.  Even if that means that my house is a mess and I have laundry to do.
Reason Four:Just because I have entered into a new season of life, doesn't mean I don't have anything to offer.  That way of thinking has to stop.  I still love to craft, I may not have the time available to do it as often as before but I am still inspired.  I still have the urge to create something.  I am still me, even though I am growing and changing.
So I guess what I am saying is...I'm back!I am going to continue blogging.Maybe not as often as I did before,Maybe more often then before,I'm not making any promises other then this-I am going to be me.Mom. Wife.Christian.Crafter.Photographer.Life Adventurer.
More to come....


Revolution on NBC...

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I am a huge nerd.I have no problem saying that.I cannot wait for The Hobbit to come out in December.I watch the SyFy Channel.I am a big believer in conspiracy theories {you don't even want to know my opinion of the lunar landing or space in general}What I am saying is...I like thinking about the "what ifs" in life.There is so much we don't know,so many mysteries in the worldand that excites me. 
I have been lost with out Lost.That was my show.I looked forward to it all week.I loved the suspension,the 6 degrees of separation,the intrigue of it all.In a nut shellI was semi obsessed and even believed for a long timethat Alias was somehow connected to Lost.So I was super pumped when a new JJ Abrams produced show was coming this fall.I already love Fringeand this new show,Revolution,seemed right up my alley.I was correct.
The premise is that the world has suffered a giant blackout of all electoral sources.  Cars, computers, all modern convinces shut down in one massive swoop leaving the world in chaos.The show begins 15 years after the blackout and is the story of a young girl named....wait for it....Charlie!!!
Charlie is 18 and in living in what use to be a subdivision that now looks more like the first settlers colony.  Corn grows in back yards and school takes place in an open air classroom, taught by a use to be techie.  In the opening episode he is explaining the concept of the technology to kids- kids who have never seen a working smart phone, ipad, mp3 player.
I am not going to do a full recap of the first episode but the moral of the story is this.Charlie's dad dies but not before passing a necklace with some sort of pendant on it to the Techie- it's obvious that he knows something about the blackout.  Her dad, not the Techie.Her younger brother, Danny, tries to save him and is captured by M and Charlie travels to Chicago to find her Uncle Miles.They plan on saving her brother.
So if you liked Lost, or Syfy, or post apocalyptic shows with action and adventure.  Then watch it along with me.  MondayNBC10/9 c
Revolution Episode 2watch it 
There are just my thoughts and opinionsthat I note as I watch the show-you may agree,you may disagree,leave a commentand lets talk about it!I am always up for discussion 

::::: Miles needs to stop acting so similar to Sawyer from Lost.  The devil may care attitude and cheeky banter while it was good stuff on Lost, it's time for new characters.  I hope his story takes him far away from any Sawyer similarities and that he become more Miles to me.
::::: All I can think when they flash back to Charlie's mom is that Juliet {from Lost} is Charlie's mom.  I'm all how did you get off the island Juliet and then I have to remind myself she is someone else.  JJ while I love your loyalty to your talented cast members- sometimes it's hard to see an actor as another character in a show with such a similar essence to it...I'm just saying.
::::: I LOVE that they named the main character Charlie! : )  had to say it..
:::::  I love the little elements of Steampunk style.  This is a style I love and find interesting.  Not how I choose to dress but I see the appeal.  It is such a unique blend of styles and textures.
::::: Charlie not listening to Miles and chasing after him is once again making me think of Lost...Wasn't Kate always chasing after Sawyer?  I mean I know this is a uncle/niece relationship but still  call me crazy but I see a pattern here.  If Terry O'Quinn shows up coming out of a hatch in a coming episode I will not be surprised....again just sayin'.
::::: Charlie even has the Katedoesn'tmyhairmakeyoujealous thing going on. 
::::: Who is this techie, Aaron?  I feel like he is going to be important- didn't he mention something about being a founder of Google?  Can you image life with out Google?  This whole post would not be possible without it.  
::::: Love how the beginning of the story is taking place right here in the Midwest.  I love seeing the ageing and decaying world.  There is something so beautiful about an abandoned place.  I don't know what it is but I have always loved them.  Old houses, factories, barns, the age and weathered looked just makes it magical I think. I always wonder- what happened there?  Can you imagine walking past a grown over and abandoned Wriggly Field, what would that feel like?  To see a baseball field but to not know what it was like to watch a baseball game.  All those little things we take for granted.  Ice cream, pop, all gone.
::::: I never thought about what happened to all the people traveling during the blackout.  Can you image being in a foreign country on vacation or business and all of the electricity just stops working, with no way to ever get back to your family?
::::: Who is this Grace in Illinois????? and how does she have Internet??? oh the questions are already starting to pile up.  Was the blackout caused by man?  Are there a group of people behind this?  What does Charlie's dad know?  
:::::  The Monroe Militia:  here is what I think so far- not good and perhaps hiding behind the idea of religion to promote their own motives.
::::: WOW! I like that it is Charlie's mom that shoots the man to save her children! I feel like so often fathers are portrayed as the protectors but us mamas can be fierce if you mess with our babies.  Go girl power!  Charlie has a lot of mom in her I think.  I am happy to see that Juliet, er Rachel, errr Charlie's mom, is still alive although unbeknownst to her daughter.  And why does Sebastian Monroe have her prisoner but treat her so well.  Old flame?  Love gone bad before her marriage to Charlie's dad?  Obviously Sebastian worked with Charlie's dad before the blackout.  Not for sure on that one but I am calling it.

Watch it next Monday and come back Tuesday for another post on Revolution on NBC!


29 Eylül 2012 Cumartesi

Sick, Sick, Sick

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Dear Bob McClain and Russ Cassell,

I'm giving away way too much personal information by admitting that I live within RadioLand range to listen to you. But I'm willing to take one because I am extremely angry at you.

Yesterday, people all over the country flocked to Chik-fil-a's to do a variety of things, depending on who you asked. Personally, I believed that it was a movement of sorts that stated that Christians not only have an opinion, but we have the right to speak out what we think.

The two of you raise hell on a daily basis, and usually for good reason. Conservatives get the short end of the stick all of the time. And it didn't really occur to me until yesterday why everybody hates the general population of those of us who call ourselves conservatives.

IT'S YOUR FAULT!!!

I address this specifically to you two because you gentlemen have reign over local air time for a good part of the work day. You spend all of your time complaining about how "the liberal media wants to silence us." "they won't let us speak out." rahr rahr rahr. whine whine whine.

You jerks turn around and do the same thing to people who don't agree with you!! If someone calls proposing an opposing opinion, you let him say half of a sentence before you yell at him and hang up on him without offering an opportunity to reply. You are such hypocrites and it disgusts and disturbs me that I have to admit to people that we agree about the same things.

The WORST part of it is, you preach to the drones who listen in to your dogma and tell them what good Christians you are and how the Bible is the most important book in your life.

You know what? You are equally as repulsive as the people you complain about. You cannot hide behind the Bible AND the fight for ratings. You should REALLY be ashamed of yourselves.

Sincerely,
The Student Who Gets Extremely High Blood Pressure When She Listens to Your Show, and Not Because of the Topic Matter

Hotels and Hepatitis

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Hey friends and lovers and lovers of friends. This is the easiest post I've ever had to do because it's a GUEST POST!!
My bestie Lindsay used to have a blog, but her OCD is consuming her life and she feels like people are reading her thoughts. I don't know why she feels safer among you freak-a-deeks who lurk around MOYT, but I guess since she is one of aforementioned freaks, she feels like she fits right in. LB has supported MOYT since back in the day when she was one of only three people I could get to read it at all. SOOO when she asked if she could do a guest post, I was more than happy to oblige. 
Without further ado, I present to you my Right Elbow...Lindsay:
On a recent trip to D.C., I was made very aware of my need to be Medicated. Heavily Medicated. Upon checking into our lovely Hilton hotel, we threw open the door to the room and were pleasantly surprised. So Modern and Welcoming after 9 hours in the car. I did my normal Crazy inspection, where I rip apart the Bed in search of bedbugs and Sanitize all Remotes and Door Knobs. Success. Later that evening I decided that I needed to shower. I went into the bathroom and as I pulled back the curtain, I saw something out of the corner of my eye. Hanging on the back of the bathroom door was a pair of Men's Underwear. Yes. Men's Underwear. Stranger's Undergarments. In my clean Bathroom.

This finding was far too fantastic to phone down 13 floors. I decided to pay the Front Desk Robot a visit. I was calm and polite when I stated that I have a problem with my room. You And Every Other Bubba, she probably thought. When I spoke the words, "I was disgusted to find a pair of Men's Underwear on the back of my bathroom door," the Robot moved. Her jaw dropped and stupidly asked me If It Was Still There. No, I packed it away to re gift at Christmas and I just wanted to see if there was a charge. Of Course it is still there!  Needless to say, after a few more "doubting the cleanliness and integrity of my room" statements, we received a compensation on our bill.
This lead to a disturbing Thought Loop for my 9 Hours of driving the next day. Everything is Covered in Filth. Everything. I know hotel rooms are only so clean, but when they clean your room it is suppose to be done in such a way to make you forget that some stranger stood naked in your bathroom a few hours before. They should not leave evidence to support such things. Rest Stops. Now there is a Heap of Hazard. When you walk into a Rest Stop Restroom, there is usually someone in there cleaning or at least the faint scent of Bleach. So you pick a stall which Appears to be Clean, Walk-In, and Close the Door. You are careful, right? Seat covers, flush with your feet, the works. Did you have your Cell Phone in your hand when you walked in? Did you touch the lock to secure yourself in there? Are you aware that the person before you just touched that lock once they finished their business? Now its on your Cell phone. Which means it will be on your face and soon take over your body. You are now covered in Rest Area Hepatitis. The reality is that someone just did something icky in there right before you walked in. If you walked into a stall and someone had left an artifact like my Naked Hotel Man did, you would also feel unsettled and dirty. What if that person just before you put a Post-It on the back of the door that said, "I made a Bad choice when I ate Taco Bell." You were just made Very aware of what the person before you Did in the very stall in which you Stand. And Breath.

My Grain Hurts

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I don't know if any of you angel faces have ever experienced a migraine, but to give you an idea, the sensation is similar to having your eye balls set on fire, lightening bolts strike various nerve points on your head, and the Hulk pounding your head with his fists because you turned the lights on. It's entirely impossible to function in any environment other than one that is pitch dark and noiseless.

Ergo. The best thing to do is to take some Tylenol, find a cold pack, and call it a day. Either that or pass out from excruciating pain. It is entirely impossible to do anything like sit up straight or, heaven forbid, be productive. Needless to say, but I will anyway, when you're trying to make a good impression in a new job, having a migraine can just ruin you life.

During a particularly intense day of training at a new endeavor, I sat down like a responsible adult, pen in hand, and all of a sudden--couldn't see out of my left eye. There was a rainbow of scary blur right over the presentation screen.

Panic.

At first, I thought that I had just had a stroke or an aneurysm. As panic rose, my ability to hold my head up began to decline and I KNEW that in 90 seconds I was going to be laying in the floor with blood coming out of my ears.

Fortunately, what little sense I had left kicked in and I remembered: I'm plagued with migraines!! I've never been so happy to realize that I was about to get the worst migraine of my entire life!!! Hoora--ait a minute. Crap.

CRAP!!

I decided that logic could win this, so I tried my best to convince the searing pain behind my eyes that this was not a good time in my life for my body to stop working. Turns out, logic doesn't work in these situations, but it has yet to stop me from trying to talk myself out of one.

I had two choices: 1) suck it up and eventually pass out from pain or 2) suck it up, admit defeat, and find medicine and a dark room. I got approved for the medicine, but I had to walk about a mile back so I could get it.

In case you're wondering whether or not this is a good idea, it's not. It puts entirely too much pressure on parts of the brain that are trying desperately to shut down. However, I'm insanely stubborn and thought I could use this time alone to continue to talk the pain receptors out of their misery.

The sad part is that this has become my routine of sorts when trying to deal with the malady. It gets more and more pathetic. I wish that when these things happened that everyone else stopped functioning and carrying on with their lives as well. That way, I wouldn't have to miss silly things like weddings, work orientation, and campus wide showings of The Hunger Games.

I don't know where I was going with this particular post. It's composition was interrupted by two migraines and quite frankly, I'm tired of seeing it in my draft box.

Boobies!!

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Last night, I was lying in my bed starting to drift off into what may or may not have been another Harry Potter dream when I accidentally caught myself trying to keep up with my train of thought. On a normal day, my train of thought goes something like this. If you have ready any of my dream posts, you can just imagine how insanely ridiculous that process is when my brain is not in turned "on".

One of these thoughts made me stop, wake up, and think "I really need to write this down." And that was boobies.

Now I need to say a few things: 1) I'm not talking about them in a sexual way. B) This is not a graphic post

I think it all started when I was in middle school and was horribly picked on by equally pimply girls, only they were wearing Abercrombie and Fitch and I was wearing cut off jean shorts and a Looney Tunes shirt. I won't go into a bunch of history here because I've spent enough time sharing that with a series of overpaid therapists.

Now that I'm all grown up, I still have lots of those issues because I'm always reminded that I am a weird person with deep-seated insecurities. Something happened to me recently though. I grew some boobies.

Twenty-six years old, and my boobs finally came in. I am far from having Katy Perry boobies, but I also don't have Justin Bieber boobs anymore either, so I count that as a win. Now that I have them, I want to show them off! I'm not gonna lie.

Thing is, showing off your boobies is frowned upon. Some say you look like a tramp. Others say that you're giving guys the wrong impression.

Poppy-cocks.

Do you want to know the honest to God reason I like to wear low cut shirts?

Other women.

Women? Whaaa? No. I'm serious. Boobs are intimidating. When I see a woman, the first thing I notice is how big her boobies are. Not in a sexual way! It's just the completely superficial method I use to size up people.

So when I'm having one of those days where I'm feeling all poopy, my new solution is to put on a low cut shirt and stare at myself in the mirror. And grab them, just so I'll know it's not a mirage. I guess I should be very thankful that God let me finish puberty up 15 years after it started.

Nice Guys Really Don't Finish Last

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A couple of weeks ago, one of my favorite YouTube stars made a video about how "nice guys" don't really finish last. The basis of Jenna Marbles's video was nice guys go for girls out of their league with which they have nothing in common, are rejected, and then become all emo and pouty.

I was shocked and appalled at the comments left by these "nice guys"!! They were vile!! One responded to the comment I posted (which I am going to discuss here) and called me a variety of unsavory names. I told him that maybe if he stopped playing Call of Duty 18 hours a day and developed some people skills, he wouldn't come across as so repulsive. I regretted that because it only fueled his pathetic little fire.

If by some slim chance in hell any of the "nice guys" who left nasty comments on that video reads this blog, the only thing I have to say to you is you're not nice. You're actually quite horrible.

So while I agree with Jenna's statement, I disagree with her reasons. I think nice guys don't finish last because they go from "nice guy" to "creeper." So really, they are a "creeper who finishes last."

This sounds cruel and was the reason Mr. Call of Duty felt it necessary to call me names, but hear me out.

There are lots of nice guys in the world. Sweet, loyal, friendly, etc. Their mothers and grandmothers have told them what a catch they are and any girl would be lucky to have them. However these guys lack a very important quality: People Skills.

Like Mr. Call of Duty, they are petted by strong female relatives, who may or may not be crazy themselves, but lack the ability to have a conversation with a non-familial female. If/when a new girl approaches this "nice guy" and, God forbid, gives him positive attention, his brain starts to go into overload.

This is the unfortunate trigger that sends Nice Guy into Creeperville.

He starts to become very clingy. Always asks the girl who she is with, what she's doing. Calls every fifteen minutes and texts every two. Next thing you know, you catch him going through your dirty laundry sniffing your underwear.

Now, he's a Creep. What do we do with creeps? We call the police. Or, at the very least, change our phone numbers.

28 Eylül 2012 Cuma

wedding parasols

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Although I have lost count of exactly how many, I have attended a fair amount of weddings. Each one had special touches that made it distinctive and though there are a few elements I saw more than once- I have never seen a wedding parasol. I have never witnessed a bride or bridal party member carry one. They have never been available to guests (even at the blazing hot Cabo beach wedding) or part of the decor at any of the ceremonies or receptions.
I always look forward to how the design of every wedding is individual and unique .....I hope I see a wedding parasol one of these days.....

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Forget Me Not

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Call me, maybe?Card from Broadway Paper via Style Hive

One of my dear friends is moving away and I thought the internet, specifically Etsy, would provide some consolation in the form of beautiful objects. Scrolling through the array of forget-me-not themed items and lockets harkening back to the turn of the last century reminded me of all of the nineteenth century cult-of-death things I encountered at the V&A in London and as a child visiting Civil War museums in my hometown of Richmond. Jewelry made from locks of hair, death masks, cameos...the Victorian era was obsessed with memory and mortality. 
By the end of my tour of all things lonely, I felt considerably comforted. Maybe because this kid has never asked for some of my hair. 


Deco forget-me-not ring from Etsy, $125

And another (also Etsy), $39

From HumbleStudio

Remember not to forget me! Ring from Etsy, $18

Victorian locket from Etsy, $110

Forget-me-not cookie jar from Etsy, $125

Cameos, popularized by Queen Victoria, Etsy, $19



Ezra Jack Keats

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Reproduced with permission of the Ezra Jack Keats Foundation
The Jewish Museum in New York is responsible for putting together the first major exhibition celebrating the art of author and illustrator Ezra Jack Keats. His classic, Caldecott Award-winning picture book , The Snowy Day is considered a children's literature treasure, but his 20 year career yielded numerous amazing picture books.
Currently the exhibition, "The Snowy Day and the Art of Ezra Jack Keats", curated by The Jewish Museum's Claudia J. Nahson, is at The Eric Carle Museum of Picture Book Art in Amherst, MA.
If you are scheduling a leaf peeping trip in western Massachusetts, you need to add this to your list of must-sees.

Reproduced with permission of the Ezra Jack Keats Foundation
Reproduced with permission of the Ezra Jack Keats FoundationReproduced with permission of the Ezra Jack Keats Foundation
 Reproduced with permission of the Ezra Jack Keats Foundation

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summer's end

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I know today is not really the last day of the summer, but it is in this house because tomorrow is back to school! The summer went by so quickly and although I look forward to welcoming my favorite season....there are some things about the warm weather I always miss. Being at the ocean is probably top of the list.
Artist Annie Wildey does the most incredible paintings of the sea. Having one of these hanging in the house year round would be the best part of our summers right there on the wall!




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Count von Count

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Recently, the man who was the voice of Sesame Street's The Count , Jerry Nelson, passed away. He had been a part of the Sesame Street family since the 1970's as a puppeteer and the voice of some of the show's characters, most recognizably the beloved Count.
The Count's crazy accent, silly laughter, and enthusiastic organ playing makes him a favorite in these parts. I'm posting a "Number of the Day" segment for all the Count fans out there....

27 Eylül 2012 Perşembe

ghost pumpkins

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White pumpkins are albinos, or ghost pumpkins, and are becoming increasingly popular in decorating and seasonal festivities. I liked many of the photos I came across of monogrammed white pumpkins or the albino varietals as centerpieces and in decorative displays, but I like them best as is.....just being plain, old ghost pumpkins.

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popcorn balls

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Popcorn balls are part of the Halloween season around here. I usually make them a couple of times - once plain and once with the addition of  kids' choice of treat (usually Halloween m&ms). I noticed there is a variety of ways to make them , but I stick to the old Martha Stewart recipe - sweet and reliable!Ingredients

  • 1/4 cup (1/2 stick) unsalted butter, plus more for buttering hands
  • 1 package miniature marshmallows (10 ounces)
  • 1/4 cup light brown sugar, firmly packed
  • 3 quarts popped popcorn
  • 1 cup dried cranberries, or English toffee bits, optional (this is where my kids choose m&ms)

Directions

  1. Melt butter in a large heavy pot over low heat. Add marshmallows and brown sugar and stir until melted. Remove from heat.
  2. Pour popcorn and cranberries, or English toffee bits if using, into pot; toss well. With buttered hands, shape into 2 1/2-inch balls. Set on parchment lined baking sheet to dry slightly.
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"All's Well That Ends Well"

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How to begin to describe one of the most challenging, amazing theatre experiences I have ever been lucky enough to partake in? It's a challenge within itself. But, in the words of our heroine, Helena "My intents are fixed and will not leave me!"

I began my apprenticeship (chronicled in about eight blog posts here, on this blog) excited for the chance to work all summer on Shakespeare, but not even fathoming the depth that I would explore and the experience that I would have. We all met, and began our classes, knowing that some of us would be particpating in a seperate project with Dev, and no more than six of us would be cast in the main stage production with Commonwealth Shakespeare Company. When they read off those six names, it took me all of my might not to squeal with joy at being called to be in All's Well That Ends Well.

We were sent to the CSC offices later that week to give our best monologues to Steve Maler, the director and one of the founders of CSC. (Slightly nerve-wracking, yes). I chose to use one of my Lady Percy monologues, as I was feeling quite confident with it. After the six of us were finished, we sat down and discussed what it would be like for us as apprentices, understudies and ensemble members in the production, and when we would receive news of our roles. First rehearsal, I was a MESS! I was super excited and hyper, but trying to be as professional as I could be. Listening to our AMAZING cast even just do a read through, I knew I was in for an eye-opening experience.

I got the news a few days later that I had been chosen to be the first understudy to Kersti Bryan, who was playing Helena. If you don't know All's Well, she is the center character. I was at once humbled and over-joyed. And IMMEDIATELY began learning my lines. I wanted to make sure that if I were ever called upon, that I would be ready, more than ready. Also, Helena is such a strong and wonderful character to inhabit, and I wanted to give her due time to study and really step into her shoes. I posted once about briefly playing Helena in an audition I went to, and how connected I felt to the character.
Studying Helena lines at my station in the Women's Dressing room.
Almost always what I was doing when I wasn't on stage.
 Each and every rehearsal, not only as I shadowed Kersti's journey in finding Helena, but my own journey to bringing my ensemble characters to their own life, was different and fulfilling in it's own way. The actors in this cast are not only unbelievably intelligent and talented, but also graceful, kind and very generous. Kersti made sure that we would check in every now and then and just talk about Helena; this troubled character in one of Shakespeare's considered "problem plays." We grew together in the world of the play, and I think the result was that of a very alive, changing, forward-moving story for the summer crowds of Boston to enjoy.

My view of Helena: I found through this rehearsal process; working alongside Steve, Kersti and the rest of the cast, that Helena is one of the oddest female characters you might come across in Shakespeare's cannon. To scratch the surface; she knows exactly what she wants, and she flies by the seat of her pants to get it. Whether or not it (it being Bertram, her love) is worth the struggle in the end, the audience is left wondering and deciding for themeselves. Helena is beautiful, and very smart. You can see that she tries to plot every detail of her very involved plan, but as fate would have it, everything goes amiss and she has to think on her feet. Luckily, she has the equipped strength of character to do it. I think that the best insight into her character is actually the monologue I used in that audition (Act I, sc. iii):

Then I confess

Here on my knee before high heaven and you,
That before you, and next unto high heaven,
I love your son.
My friends were poor but honest; so's my love.
Be not offended, for it hurts not him
That he is loved of me. I follow him not
By any token of presumptuous suit,
Nor would I have him till I do deserve him;
Yet never know how that desert should be.
I know I love in vain, strive against hope;
Yet in this captious and intenible sieve
I still pour in the waters of my love,
And lack not to lose still. Thus, Indian-like,
Religious in mine error, I adore
The sun that looks upon his worshipper
But knows of him no more. My dearest madam,
Let not your hate encounter with my love,
For loving where you do; but if yourself,
Whose agèd honor cites a virtuous youth,
Did ever in so true a flame of liking
Wish chastely and love dearly, that your Dian
Was both herself and Love, O, then give pity
To her whose state is such that cannot choose
But lend and give where she is sure to lose;
That seeks not to find that her search implies,
But, riddle-like, lives sweetly where she dies.

I loved playing her passion, her courage and her knowledge. She is a character that will not leave me for a long time. Kersti was amazing in the role, and her approach was fascinating. Like Helena, Kersti has a fierce presence and a fragility to her that was beautiful to see. She is an inspiring actress, mentor and friend to me, I will cherish learning from her.

As for my other characters, there were three; the main one being a servant girl, whom we affectionly named Bernice. Bernice was a servant in the Countess' house. Bernice was not very bright, everything she did had to be re-done by Renaldo (the head servant, played by Wayne Fritsche). All my blocking as Bernice was either following or being instructed (and re-instructed) by Renaldo (Wayne) so I created (for myself) a very lively, bunny-like maid character, hoping only to add to the world we were creating for All's Well. My other two characters were only present in one scene each, one was a courtier I named Maeve (for this I got to wear a BEAUTIFUL sky blue and creme colored costume (detail shot coming up!)). And the last was a rather saucy maid living in Florence, who oogles all the solidiers coming home from war. As a part of a long-winded, play-related joke, I named her Fontibell. These characters I am describing are the results of where I took my ensemble roles to deepen the world we were creating. If they sound silly, so be it. It is a comedy after all. Was I mainly focusing on studying Helena? A little. But did I have fun with my characters? You bet your bottom dollar I did.

To close, I have not, nor could I ever write down the amount I learned from being in this production. There are too many great actors to list, praise and thank, crew members to worship and far too many great things I have taken into myself as an actress, that have changed me for the better. Working with Steve Mahler on my first professional show was so wonderful. I have learned so much about not only acting, but Shakespeare, his words and language and his message we were trying to tell with our story.

As I have said, I am beyond grateful for this experience. It confirmed my love for Shakespeare, tested my stamina and improved my acting! Thank you CommShakes! I hope to continuously be a part of this growing artistic family!

All the best,

Micah

P.S. I will conclude my Summer 2011 journey with CSC with a small picture barrage to show an insight of life at AWTEW.

Costumes! (All beautiful)

Detail of one of my beautiful costume pieces! (For "Maeve's" costume)

"Bernice" and A Gentlemen (aka me and Danny, fellow apprentice)

Me and Kersti

Set detail

Lights!

Doing Shakespeare in the evening, outside: GLORIOUS

Just to show a snippet of our crowd sizes. (That's not even 1/8th of our typical crowd)


Here's CommShakes' write up: http://www.commshakes.org/performances/performance/4

Links to Reviews of the piece: http://www.commshakes.org/press/news/news-item/6