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Sometimes, I wonder when am I ever going to be able to stop working a job and start working on a career. Lately my career progress has been about as productive as trying to walk up the down escalator. I know it can be done, and I can see the top, but I keep getting dragged back down and tripped up.
I was on the phone with my mom this morning, discussing how similar our current job positions are and it hit me again. After five years of college, thousands of dollars of students loans, a bachelors degree and a semester of grad school, I am working a job that is only vaguely more complex than hers, for slightly more money. A job that I was qualified for before college, and I now have to keep because of the debt I accrued getting the education that was supposed to have prevented being stuck in this very position. But I digress…
While things seem a little bleak right now, I know I am lucky to have a job in this economy, and I know that eventually I will progress past this. When I am feeling particularly glum I like to scroll through my blog favorites and remind myself that there are people who have made a success of their dreams. One of my favorite image sources comes from the blog Saipua, which is written by the owner of a Brooklyn based flower and soap shop bearing the same name. It has been wonderful to follow her journey and to see how fruitful perseverance, hard work and a little tenacity can be.
The shop owner just celebrate the success of her first pop-up Valentine’s Day shop and the acquisition of a long sought after farm. She and her husband are currently rebuilding and renovating the farmhouse and land. Thus giving them their dream home and fulfilling one of her long time goals of being able to grow some of the flower stock for the shop.
Images from a feature in Lovingly Simple.
For as long as I can remember, my bestie since kindergarten, Stefanie, has wanted to have kids, but not in the traditional sense, she wanted to adopt. While I ranted with passionate conviction about my “never having kids” plan, she was researching international adoption, visiting informative conventions and overall working on her master plan. While I currently plan to have my children the old fashion way, the concept that your child is out there in the world waiting for you to find them has always seemed so beautiful. When I was younger, I was a little jealous of adopted children, they grew up knowing that they weren’t the result of some random genetic lottery, they were chosen. How amazing is that? Someone looked into their eyes and said, “This is the child I choose to raise and love.”
All that being said, she was delighted when I finally came around to the idea of being a mother. She helped me start my baby box and we like to share any new baby related finds we come across. As soon as I saw this pink and white little girl’s room I knew she would find it as enchanting as I did.
Heck, if I was still in the single digits I’d want this room. My poor future children, they’ll look back at this blog someday and realized their mother is insane. Tea party anyone?
Images from here.
One of the best things about blogging is being able to share things with people that they may not have experienced otherwise. When I was doing research into starting my own blog I read through dozens of other blogs, at first, to get an idea of what I wanted to do, and later just for my own enjoyment. It is incredible how diverse, yet interconnected some of my favorite blogs can be. I have fallowed the proverbial white rabbit down the rabbit hole so many times and been delighted when find yet another treasure trove of inspiration.
I have featured DIY’s from the blog Honestly…WTF several times, they are on my daily blog feed and at least once a week they post something that truly delights me. This week it was a post about The Smithsonian Library Galaxy of Images and a feature on Parisian costume illustrations from 1912-1914. It was like being in my history of clothing class (which I loved) all over again.
I know most of you aren’t bloggers, but my challenge to you is to take some time this week and click through some new blogs, you never know what you might find.
Images from here.
I don’t know if it is the return of the muggy weather, hormones, work, the stress of house shopping or a combination of some or all of these thing, but I have a case of the blues. Not even cerulean or cornflower blues, but almost navy. I really thought that after all of the wedding insanity died away, we would have more time to relax and enjoy newly wed status. But there are “thank you” cards to be mailed, name change forms to be submitted and holiday preparations to be made. It really feels like I am running in sand at this point; for every task I complete, there are four more waiting to replace it. Oh well, enough of the “poor little Julie” rant. I came across these intricately beautiful prints by artist and blogger Anna Emilia. The winter images currently available on her site are wistful and poignant, and in my current mood they are really speaking to me. Must…..not….impulse…..buy……!
Images from here.
I was flipping through my wedding blog “favorites” this morning at it occurred to me that in a matter of days I really won’t have a reason to read them anymore. The wedding will be over, and I won’t need to know about fun new dress styles, place settings, gift bags or floral arrangements. Then I started bargaining with the practical voice in my head, reasoning that those things don’t really have to be wedding specific, there could be…say, a birthday or a Mother’s Day tea or something that I may need fresh ideas for. For example, this fall photo shoot would be one fantastic, somewhat odd tea party. The antlers and empty turtle shell probably wouldn’t make it to the final application of the concept, but still, the potential is there.
And besides, a few years from now Andy and I will probably have children; and if a little girl happens to be part of the mix, I have to make sure she has the best play group/birthday party on the block. I learned from the best. My mom and I used to have tea every Saturday morning and I felt so grown up in my princess pj’s carefully spooning sugar and pouring creamer into the delicate “big girl” cups.
Images from here.