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Monthly Archives: March 2012

Well, it seems that writing 4 lines about my walking totals is way too difficult for me to do on a regular basis. (*insert eye roll here*)

Week 9: 21,816

Week 10: 22,395

Week 11: 27,181

So, the trend is going in the right direction. That’s a good thing. I’m pleased with that.

And the weather is delightful. The temps are in the 70s today, and are predicted to be that all week. How awesome is that? In March? In Maine? I got out to rake some today and, despite my blister, it was glorious. The heat is off and the windows are open. Life is pretty damn good.

263,743 down, 1,736,257 to go.

 


Spending all day yesterday thinking it was Friday and realizing, as I got ready for bed, that I had one. more. day. at work.

 

Even the Beek is sad.

photo credit


I have arthritis in my neck and spine. I’m sure I’ve mentioned that.

Part of what my physical therapist recommended was a smaller purse. One that wouldn’t put a lot of pressure on my shoulder, or cause me to walk with one shoulder higher than the other trying to keep it on my shoulder.

*blink blink*

I’m sorry. What?

I love nothing more than a big bag. Huge. I love knowing that I can carry anything I need and it’s always handy. How do I go from that to something smaller? How can I carry a book with me always??

After much wailing and gnashing of teeth, I decided to go see what else I could find.

Le sigh.

In the meantime, I was using one of those big clutch/wallet things. I didn’t love it, but stopping the pain became more important.

I was shopping in January in my neighboring tax-free state (and of course I kept records of anything I bought, for IRS purposes….). I went into this little boutique that had shiny things in the window. I am a kitten around shiny things.

In this shop, I found the most exquisite little vintage clutch. It was black, and satin, and boxy, and sparkly. I carried it around with me while I looked. I opened it and petted it a little. (Don’t judge!)

But, in the end, the exquisite little clutch went back onto the display. I could not (and believe me, I tried) justify spending $217 on a little clutch. Even a tax-free one.

So I went to Etsy.com. There must be something yummy there, right?

My first stop was at ME2Designs.

http://www.etsy.com/shop/ME2Designs?ref=seller_info
Pretty, right?

It’s gold, missing some beads, heavy and allegedly from 1950’s Japan. I just know that I feel very girly with it.

 
Then I went to PoppyPunch, and I found this:

 

http://www.etsy.com/shop/PoppyPunch?ref=seller_info
It’s even prettier in person!

This shop is in Thailand. They packaged everything beautifully, shipped it right away, and even with a delay in customs, I got it quickly. There were a bunch of others I wanted to get, but I’m trying to not be greedy.

 
And the best part? Both of these together cost me less than $40. Win!
 
So, there you have my latest addiction. Cute clutch purses that allow me to carry next to nothing, but also don’t aggravate my spine.
 
(There are a few more, but they aren’t as fun.)
 
No, I didn’t get paid or asked to post this or link to the shops. I liked both of these sellers a great deal and wanted to share them with you. That’s all.

“What other people think of you is none of your business.”*

“Do you really care what other people think?” *

“I can’t wear this; people will make fun of me!”*

 

We have all heard/used/said these statements at some point. Do you believe it to be true?

I do. I did before, but I really do now.

Why?

This past weekend, I got my hair cut. For the first time in more than 2 years. For me, this was a big deal.

About 3 months ago, I thought “UGH! My hair is getting too long.” So I pulled it back with a barette (down low) and cut 3″ off myself. (I don’t recommend it.)

Then, on Friday, I was combing my hair out, and I thought, “UGH! I can’t take this anymore. I’m too old to have hair this long.” (I’m not one of those who believes that once you turn 40, you need to cut your hair. It just seemed right for me.)

ANYhoo.

My friend recommended her salon, I called, and told them I had a hair-emergency. They fit me in on Saturday. Cut, color, highlights, the works.

I won’t bore you with the ridiculous amount of inane conversation I endured. I could feel my brain melting. It was scary, really.

Now, my hair is dark (dark chocolate-ish) and short. I estimate that she cut off about 8″. It is a big change. And I LOVE it!! It’s probably a shade or 2 darker than I’m happy with, but that’s okay. I will get used to that. But I love that it’s short, and light-feeling, and curly.

The point?

Of all the people I have seen today at work, and there are probably 600 people in this building, 3 have commented. 3.

Three.

And one of those knew I was getting it done.

The moral:

Wear what you want. Do what you want. As long as you are not harming others, NO ONE CARES. No one. They are just as wrapped up in themselves as you are in yourself. Think about all the time you spend thinking about yourself.

Scary right? There’s no time to think of anyone else. So no one else has time to think about you either.

So get over it. If I can change my hair by 8″ and go from red-ish to dark chocolate-brown, and have NO ONE notice? No one cares.

Be you and be happy.

 

*I know these quotes are not mine, but I can’t find a good reference as to who actual is credited with them. My apologies to you if they are yours. Let me know and I will give you credit.