WARNING: If you do not like the “F” word. STOP READING THIS NOW. Because WHAT THE FUCK? Some of my blogs are related to fashion and style but I do have the tag line “The Art of being IN” as in “IN touch with reality” which allows me to rant about whatever I want to.
I was on the treadmill today, had some awesome tunes going and getting ready for a Friday Funday. I’m watching the Today show (with sound off so I have no idea what was said but) up comes a story called “Me-Ternity” which is apparently some people who think that they should have a Me-Ternity leave from work, even if they don’t have kids, for some Me-Time. I had to get off the treadmill to write this blog because I knew I would burn more calories on this rant.
My very simple reply to that would be “ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?” which is my reply to most things. But if I must offer more… Let’s talk about “ME TIME” Do you think that Moms have any “me time” on maternity leave? For those of you who do not have kids, your “Me Time” is every fucking day after work and every weekend – hmmm what to do? It’s just me and my CATS (clearly), what should we do today? AHHHH maybe nothing – I think I’ll just have some “ME TIME”. And those 2 weeks of paid vacation sure is nice just sitting on the beach (missing the cats) sipping some cocktails. Ahh this is great! There is your FUCKING ME-TIME.
There are also some logistics and the can-of- worms that this opens… First, who do you think “pays” for this? Yes, there is a cost associated with your “Me Time”. You will pay somehow dumb shits! Second, then how does this work with everything else? “Hey that’s not fair that Frank gets a wheel chair sticker just because he has no legs because he was in the WAR. I wanna park closer to the front door of Dairy Queen too. We all deserve wheel chair stickers!”
QUIT THINKING ABOUT “ME” 24/7 – UGH!
Back to my Friday Funday!
This kind of shit starts with 5 year old soccer when every game ends in a tie and they are ALL winners. Guess what? 5 year olds can count! You are teaching little Sarah that if she works her ass off and scores goals, they don’t count. And ding dong Susie picking daisies on the sideline – keep on picking Susie – you still get a trophy!
Teach you kids this… #lifeisnotfair and #suckitup
Thank You! You got me through some rough times in college. I was thinking back today on one in particular. It was 1987 and I was so excited to go to this party because HE was going to be there – I mean he was a hot thing but he had a girlfriend – UGH! I mean, if I was your girlfriend you would have been way better off. Anyway, I was wearing a super cute pink cashmere sweater with stirrup pants. I wore a raspberry beret that I found in a second hand store and lots of blue eye shadow I think also from that second hand store. I felt like the most beautiful woman in the world. I glanced in the mirror as I walked out the door and said to myself “u got the look!”
I was at this frat and partying like it was 1999 and then suddenly HE walks in (without the girlfriend) – and I thought, I wanna be your lover or maybe just KISS! But that could cause a big controversy even though seriously, I would die for you! And then we made eye contact and the banter began – I’m in love with this dude but he wants one thing and like all men, he had a dirty mind. He stumbled up to me with his beer goggles on and said, “Let’s go Crazy”. To which I replied, “ I feel for you, I think I love you”. He was not understanding so he comes back with a “do me baby!” and then a “I want to getoff” . “Noooo”, I said, “Let’s pretend we’re married” And that was it – he was suddenly sober and annoyed and he got into my fat (freshmen 15) face and said, “you’re crazy! And delirious”! As he was running away from me, I begged him…“take me with you!” and then the crushing blow… he yelled back, “I hate you!”
Devastated, I left the party, walked slowly through the purple rain – jumped in my little red corvette and headed to the next party! I realized that I had to letitgo– time to find another love!
All good ones – RIP PRINCE.
Remember last fall when I was crying in my martini about becoming an empty nester? Well as they say time heals. Oh don’t get all crazy – of course I miss my kids but I do enjoy a few things in addition to uninterrupted happy hour during carpool time. One thing thats nice is that you get to say YES to travel. It’s so easy, no looking at the school calendar, rearranging carpools or pre-making meals. And you don’t need to write a 12 page instruction manual to the person watching your kids. Page one: Johnny likes Cheerios with milk (not almond) but only in the bowl with the dinosaurs on them. If you can’t find that bowl, you go with Froot Loops with no milk in the Barney bowl and if you cant find that one CALL ME ASAP, because its going to get crazy! NONE of that – you just pack up and GO and text your kids on the way to the airport just in case they are in college at a party and give a shit what you are doing!
So needless to say, I’ve been doing some traveling. I’ve gotten really good at packing – it’s pretty easy when ever single thing you own is black or white or denim. I do have my “must have with me things” and I get a bit panicky without.
MY TOP 10 DON’T LEAVE HOME WITH OUT:L’OCCITANE HAND CREAM
my hands are addicted to this stuff!
LANA HOOP EARRINGS
I wear them from the beach to dinner
FLUXUS NOMAD SCARF
It’s a blanket on the plane, a wrap at dinner and a scarf all in one
CALYPSO ST. BARTH SHIRT
The perfect layering item
A BASEBALL HAT
I like these vintage inspired to wear to workout or on a Starbucks run
for walking around in the hotel room
MY RODAN+FIELDS ROLLER
I’m addicted to this facial treatment – it’s a nightly routine for me!
TO LEARN HOW YOU CAN ROLL AWAY YOUR WRINKLES
All said, I can not wait ’til my house if full again. Hurry home G and E!
You don’t get anywhere in life without the help of your friends and family. However, you don’t want to be that person who needs TOO much help ’cause that is so annoying. A LITTLE help… with LITTLE being the operative word. If you are always asking for help and calling friends and dragging them into your hell then you need to get a grip on yourself and understand that no one wants to be on the receiving end of that call/text/email/pm/insta/snapchat! It’s okay to keep some things (most) to your self OR get a therapist or just write everything down in a diary and then read it back to yourself to see how annoying you are.
Anyway, love my friend Leslie. She’s always so supportive of my ventures. She called me the other day and asked if I’d want to put my new jewelry collection into E-Street (the awesome boutique that she manages). I was really torn ‘cause I’ve been making this jewelry for a year and storing it neatly in my basement with no actual plan other than having a collection that no one sees cause it’s in my basement. So WOW – that’s a great thought – why don’t I sell it to people? BRILLIANT!!! HA!
So now, my collection is in E-Street Denim in Winnetka – thanks FRIEND! You are going to want to go in, but not just for my sake. You gotta meet Leslie, she’s GREAT! After running a boutique for 13 years, I am very picky about where I shop. It’s all about the customer service and that what Leslie is an expert at. She knows her clients, she knows her merchandise and what will fit (and we all know how frustrating denim can be) She will call you from time to time to tell you that something you will love just came in and she will be right because she took the time to get to know you. That’s how we became friends!
Stop in and pick out a LS Design statement necklace to pair with a plain tee and your new Spring denim (FRAME – my current obsession) My new jewelry collection “arrows” will remind you to follow your arrows and never look back(great for graduation gifts and special birthdays) #followyourarrows