There are a couple of blogs I stalk written by people I do not know. I ran across them randomly and have continued to look because of the beautiful photos. A little blogger voyeurism. http://www.heatherbailey.typepad.com/ and http://karenrussell.typepad.com/ are two of my regular favorites. Maybe one thing that attracts me is that both these women have created a space where they can enjoy creating and sharing what they do and make money at the same time to support their bad habits. R
eading their blogs gives me a sense that I am missing out on my new version of "La Dolce Vita." I am loathe to admit this but I don't find as much joy as I used to in the career girl life. I want to nest and make pretty things.
eading their blogs gives me a sense that I am missing out on my new version of "La Dolce Vita." I am loathe to admit this but I don't find as much joy as I used to in the career girl life. I want to nest and make pretty things. I am devolving. I find as I get older that I no longer ache for a million dollar sale but get a huge sense of satisfaction from finished a crocheted baby quilt or making hand sewn booties.
Years ago as I was experiencing the thrill of being Top Rep, I was once given a fashion citation by our proposal department. I made some insensitive remark about how the members of the team joining me at a bidders conference would need to dress appropriately (power suits, no Laura Ashley). My intensity at wanting to control all--and I do mean ALL-- of the aspects of the sale was comprehensive.
Today, I want the freedom to wear tent dresses, volunteer at the school, garden and do crafts. Heaven forbid but the day I start craving geneology will be a day of total surrender.
Never make fun of others choices, soon enough you will find yourself enjoying that which you previously mocked hoping-relying on your friends dwindling memories.
Sidebar: Watched the Mrs. World Pagaent the other night at 1 am. One of the country contestants was 23 years old with no children. To me, that is not a Mrs. Anything. Some friends and I decided that you should not be eligible to compete unless you could prove that at some point in your life you need an elastic waistband.
I do by the way have many choices and am afforded a very comfortable blessed life but if reincarnation is real, expect to see me wearing comfortable shoes at some craft fair, my hair in a scrunchy looking down at the women who squeeze into suits--enduring the pain and discomfort of serious lycra foundations.
Enough for now...love to all.
3 comments:
Fist off- those pics are amazing! Wow! The one of you and Michaela is worth having blown up full size! ;)
I really admire you Stacey, you are so full of life and enthusiasm. It is no wonder that you have seen success in all areas of your life. Priorities change, just as people do (which is nice because life would be too boring if we all stayed the same!).
Love the scrunchy.
I remember, how jealous I was of your drive and how in my immaturity, I would tease you. You never made fun of me or even teased back. You were always better than me in that area.
I remember one time at Christmas, I was trying to make fun of you and said that I was surprised to hear you listening to Rudolf the red nose reindeer. I said I expected you to be listening to Ave Maria. I even butchered the name and yet you corrected me with love and kindness.
I now love Ave Maria and re wrote the words to the tune so I could sing it and not feel like I had converted too Catholicism.
I am still jealous of your drive. Even when you direct it towards becoming a domestic goddess.
Thanks for still admitting that I am you brother and putting up with me all these years.
Love boyd
Watch what you say because it will come back to bite you!!!!! Comfy dresses, huh?
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