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today I live in a silly little hot pink box.
in a blink, I will live in a new silly little box
(minus the pink. live and learn.)
where, after 8-hours-on-your-feet-every-day kinds of days,
we like to soak our feet.
with mosie. (who has no right to join us. sleeps all day.)

anyway, I've discovered that working in fashion has kind of desensetised me to it's mischevious siren call. We get in something new and lovely and I don't get that urgent "IT MUST BE MINE" instinct, because it's everywhere, all the livelong day. Its kind of soothing, like sittin pretty on a carpet....surrounded by lots of other carpets? bad analogy.

That being said, I haven't entirely changed:

1. I want gold satin high tops by fred perry. I think about this: often.

2. maxi dresses are starting to lure me in...i could wear them all summer and never shave my legs. sold.

3. sun.....glasses.

4. gold nailpolish, almost orange and shimmeryshimmery. that or angelbaby matte pink.

5. elephants, zebras, pheasants in a bush.

6. everyone says my noo headband looks like wrapped hair. but I kind of like it like that. is it stupid? tell me honest.

on days like this,

extremely jealous of my housecat.

california

i love this.

perhaps if i walk around with a harmonica neck strap on at all times, eventually i'll learn how to play it? you think?
...I have glasses like his, that's about as close as I'll get.

we are taking my sisters engagement pics this afternoon!
and easter is tomorrow!
color me anticipatory.

baby love!?

my new friend at work hates babies.
(thinks they are gross little alien creatures.)
and it's got me worried, thinking: have I just never considered the option of hating babies? I've been taught all my life that newborns are cute, wonderful, cuddly. But if I just saw one tucked in a basket without any preconceived notions about how I am supposed to react to such a creature.... I would perhaps get that just-saw-fresh-roadkill face and walk away.
especially if it happened to be poopy.
(they are always poopy, them babies)

But the actual loveliness of babies is not my issue at hand.
(because i'm pretty sure that I indeed do like them)
My problem is that I always "love" babies because I am supposed to love babies.
("only sassy snobs dislike babies! they are babies for crying out loud!")
Maybe I just love cookies because kids on tv looked so happy eating cookies.
If I'd tasted one without any idea of how to respond, maybe I would gag?
(not really a good example....for who could not love a cookie?)

moral of the story:

How much of how I feel about things is decided for me!?!
What do I love or hate or tolerate just because I am supposed to?

I feel compelled to go on a quest to determine if I actually like the following things:

1. babies.
2. games (...like cards and board games. scroogie if you don't like them... but maybe I dont!)
3. kstate. i went there and stuff but eh.
4. thanksgiving food. potentially overrated?
5. maxi-dresses.
6. artistic boys with sweater vests/ swishy hair. I've always wondered (probably just in fear) if I'm better suited for the tubby ex-athletes.
7. "going out". Like the sequined-tank sort of going out.
8. weddings
9. birthdays
10. flip flops. I think I may find them slightly disconcerting.
11. grey's anatomy, the bachelor, chicky shows I don't think twice about cause everybody watches them.

okay. I'm going to keep an eye on these.
and try to be sure that I like things because I actually like them.
not because I feel like I should and therefore do, after years of practice.

tra lala and a la and ala.

I think we all just need a good full day out in the sun, taking pictures, hitting beach balls, feeding one another kabobs and listening to oldies. on a day like that I'd probably love babies with all my heart and soul, as well as flip flops and my alma mater. so yup.

neck-nut

do you ever have a phase,
where you pretty much live in something for days on end?
(much like doug: white tee, green sweatervest, khaki shorts and sneakers. why change it when you like it?)

lately for me, my "doug" has been:
plummy-colored jellies and strangely heavy acorn necklace.
why on earth anyone created said acorn necklace, I have no idea.
all I know is, my day is not complete until I have it's peculiar glory around my neck:

jellies are comfortable and ever-cool, let nobody tell you different!