Just me & my French Curve
So I went to Dressew and committed to my fabrics today...a leap into the great risk that is opportunity. I now find my evening full of technical details; measurements and drafting, prewashing and ironing. I've forgotten how much I love this
It feels so right to be doing this again, although I know it's going to be dictating my life for the next month and a half. It's time to embrace my old university mantra 'I can sleep when I'm dead.' Ha!
This is a nerve-wracking process. I'm already doubting my fabric pattern, which is stupid, because I know it's going to look adorable, and the cuts are going to be flattering. The risk that a collection isn't going to sell is always the worry. Time to draw from the well of self assurance- there is no use in losing the race before I've crossed the finish line. I can also re-assure myself that the only real loss will be whatever time and money I invest, which, in the long run, will be fairly minimal (well, the money part, anyways. Time is relative.)
So Chrys begins it's birth in a small city hall apartment, in Vancouver BC. Where's the bottle of champagne when you need it?!
Starbucks Wisdom
While I am wary of 'wisdom' dispensed by a major corporations, I will give Starbucks a nod for "The Way I See It #196"
The greatest leader is a servant. Don't be a boss. Be a real leader, a servant leader. A servant leader is a winner. Even when he loses everything, even when he loses his life, a servant leader wins it all. -- Pat Williams, Senior VP, Orlando Magic
Not that I am condoning Martyrdom, it just feels like it's been a long time since there has been a real Leader on our radar, as a culture and society. Someone who inspires us to do the right thing, not someone who is trying for fame or fortune. This makes me wonder if this is why extremist groups have such success today. Are we so desperate for a leader, that entire sects of our population will follow whomever offers salvation?
Ironic
I find it ironic that the only person who defends curvy women and actually gets listened to, gets unadulterated support, media attention, the cover of People magazine, used to be part of the machine that makes the media so critical of curvy women in the first place.
But I salute your 'fat ass' anyways, Tyra. Because I know it was a brave, brave thing that you did.
The thing about a bully is, if you let 'em walk all over you, they will. You have to punch them in the nose if you ever want them to leave you alone.
http://youtube.com/watch?v=RTmyFQJ16EE
All Growed Up
Another milestone in adulthood...I gave notice to my landlord. That's right, I'm kissing this 500sq foot pain in the ass goodbye! I am investing in Kevlar, and moving to the east side- to a place with bath tubs, pantries, a washer and dryer ALL TO MYSELF (well, and Ben).
And a live in rock star. BOO Yah! In case I haven't dropped the name in a while www.benjaminkeithmusic.com check check it out!
Maybe I should get my tattoo before I move, just to cement the irony.
Lyric of the day
You know, I'm a woman who is really ok with being single. I don't date for the sake of having someone (been there, done that). But sometimes a girl gets lonely. It's funny, because it isn't a situation that I usually pay attention to, and it always catches me by surprise. It's always someone out of my past, a situation that has become rosier in my mind then it ever was in reality. I got a blast from the past today, and for a moment, I was a million miles away from the man I always thought I wanted, but *really* isn't good for me. I know in my mind that we are not a match. I thought my heart had caught on. Apparently not.
So I would like to take a moment to pay homage to Patty Griffin, who has a song called 'Moses'.
It was exactly how I felt this afternoon. Here is a chunk of it.
'Everywhere is somewhere And nowhere is near
Everybody got somebody with their wine and their beer
So I'm just this tragic figure in the corner over here
…
Everytime I see him he smiles
And he tells me how well he's walking these miles
But he never ever asks a single thing about me
If I die, he'd hear about it eventually’
I don't mean for this to be all 'poor me' because that's not what I'm getting at. I just think it's funny how your emotions can take you by surprise sometimes. I consider myself fairly self-aware. It's good for me to know there is still a lot of room left for growth.
