- pick up a few things from the grocery store: Red Fat Mozzarella sticks, maybe eggs, pork roast, lunch stuff
- Petsmart or Target: collar for Kelsey
- Vacuum car
- Put clothes away
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Friday, August 6, 2010
Haute Topics
So, being a plus-size gal often means that I observe fashion trends but don't get to translate it into a really banging outfit that compliments my body type. I dress fairly well but I'm not clothes obsessed nor brand obsessed. I have my preferred brands but they are more modest, middle of the road brands like Avenue and Lane Bryant. But, I love me some fashion television (hat tip: Project Runway & Rachel Zoe Project).
I struggle when I see twelve year old girls who look seventeen walking around with Coach purses. Seeing children with $300+ purses seems excessive and it may pave the way to entitled over consuming behaviors.
But this post was not intended to bitch about over-privileged youth. It's about Project Runway! I love me some Project Runway and I have to of my favorite gal pals to thank for that. They turned me on to it back in season 5 and I've followed it ever since.
My thoughts on fashion seem to be waaaaaay different that super hot Heidi Klum (I love her sexy German accent), the hilarious/crazy outtie belly button guy Michael Kors, and saucy Nina Garcia. Often, I think they are on crack when they do their judging and come up with the winners and losers. But alas, crack or no crack, it's entertaining. They sent the right guy home tonight but ughhh, I don't get why anyone would design a jumpsuit or why anyone would call it a winner over a really cute Marie Claire style red dress. Tom and Lorenzo of Project Rungay have a great recap... they are always so funny...
I struggle when I see twelve year old girls who look seventeen walking around with Coach purses. Seeing children with $300+ purses seems excessive and it may pave the way to entitled over consuming behaviors.
But this post was not intended to bitch about over-privileged youth. It's about Project Runway! I love me some Project Runway and I have to of my favorite gal pals to thank for that. They turned me on to it back in season 5 and I've followed it ever since.
My thoughts on fashion seem to be waaaaaay different that super hot Heidi Klum (I love her sexy German accent), the hilarious/crazy outtie belly button guy Michael Kors, and saucy Nina Garcia. Often, I think they are on crack when they do their judging and come up with the winners and losers. But alas, crack or no crack, it's entertaining. They sent the right guy home tonight but ughhh, I don't get why anyone would design a jumpsuit or why anyone would call it a winner over a really cute Marie Claire style red dress. Tom and Lorenzo of Project Rungay have a great recap... they are always so funny...
My best friend is my news feed
I have been thinking about returning to blogging. The truth is, I have not had a lot to say lately. This is rather uncharacteristic of me but sometimes you turn inward. But, that's what stress can do. So, we'll see if this drive to express thoughts, feelings and emotions really takes flight or if it is just an impulse for a moment.
I have blogged since before most people knew of the term. I'm an early adopter with a lot of forms of internet technology but especially blogs. I took a few years off of really expressing myself in a pretty public forum (you live, you learn!). But the whole concept of blogging is so fascinating to me so I've never really gone away from it. Blogging can be therapeutic. It can be informative. It can be funny. It can be revealing.
The older I get, the more I respect having personal privacy and consider the impact of my words. Sometimes, your blog, and not actually people, is your audience. But then, people go and read your blog. It's a transition when your blog goes from a place of introspection to a place where people come to see what's going on with you. It's sort of bittersweet because you kind of what it and you kind of don't.
Blogging breads narcissism for some and it's fascinating how hungry people become for it. It's so interesting that over the past five years, social media has integrated into our lives. Facebook is addicting. It's cool to hate Facebook. And Myspace, oh what I joke. I ditched MySpace a couple of months ago and the world went on.
We're all just stalking each other. The girl that was mean to you in high school suddenly tries to friend you. You "friend" her back because you want to see if she got fat and if her life sucks. Wow, six kids and single and still living in a hick town. Some how, that makes you a little happy on the inside. The guy who came back to your house after a killer frat party tells you your beautiful and how you have always had a pretty face. Your ex tells you that you don't look the same and he preferred you how you were ten years ago. You tell your news feed when you're eating breakfast, how you need more coffee and how you hate when people attempt to drive while talking on their cell phone.
The world is now instant and we prefer on demand information. But in 140 characters or less. We value brevity over details. From Facebook, I learned of earthquakes, Britney Murphy's death, breaking news, etc...
I wake up and check my feed. I go home for lunch and check my feed. It's difficult to go to sleep without one last check in. My most intimate friend is the news feed. More feed. Feed me...
I have blogged since before most people knew of the term. I'm an early adopter with a lot of forms of internet technology but especially blogs. I took a few years off of really expressing myself in a pretty public forum (you live, you learn!). But the whole concept of blogging is so fascinating to me so I've never really gone away from it. Blogging can be therapeutic. It can be informative. It can be funny. It can be revealing.
The older I get, the more I respect having personal privacy and consider the impact of my words. Sometimes, your blog, and not actually people, is your audience. But then, people go and read your blog. It's a transition when your blog goes from a place of introspection to a place where people come to see what's going on with you. It's sort of bittersweet because you kind of what it and you kind of don't.
Blogging breads narcissism for some and it's fascinating how hungry people become for it. It's so interesting that over the past five years, social media has integrated into our lives. Facebook is addicting. It's cool to hate Facebook. And Myspace, oh what I joke. I ditched MySpace a couple of months ago and the world went on.
We're all just stalking each other. The girl that was mean to you in high school suddenly tries to friend you. You "friend" her back because you want to see if she got fat and if her life sucks. Wow, six kids and single and still living in a hick town. Some how, that makes you a little happy on the inside. The guy who came back to your house after a killer frat party tells you your beautiful and how you have always had a pretty face. Your ex tells you that you don't look the same and he preferred you how you were ten years ago. You tell your news feed when you're eating breakfast, how you need more coffee and how you hate when people attempt to drive while talking on their cell phone.
The world is now instant and we prefer on demand information. But in 140 characters or less. We value brevity over details. From Facebook, I learned of earthquakes, Britney Murphy's death, breaking news, etc...
I wake up and check my feed. I go home for lunch and check my feed. It's difficult to go to sleep without one last check in. My most intimate friend is the news feed. More feed. Feed me...
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