Tuesday, September 25, 2012

What was in that fancy box?

Over the past ten years or so I have really come to believe in the practice of Feng Shui. I picked up the book "Move Your Stuff, Change Your Life: How to Use Feng Shui to Get Love, Money, Respect, and Happiness" on my break years ago-- I was curious, but not expecting anything. Shortly after I made adjustments according to the book a series of small, but exciting things happened seemingly out of the blue. Feng Shui? Not Feng Shui? Who really knows I guess, but a bit of reorganization has never hurt anyone. SO I do still practice it-- I'm not a nut about it, but I do find that when I unblock areas things seem to go smoother.

One of the things I did back when I first started was to clear out under my bed to get the mojo flowin'. One of the big red flags I had under the bed was my boxed and cleaned wedding dress from my first marriage. And yes, I was remarried. I took that box rigth out from under there and moved it-- into the closet. OK OK,  I know that any Feng Shui master would shake their head at this decision, but that's what I did.

Was I holding onto it for memories sake? Holding onto the relationship? Not that I was consciously aware of. I had every intention of donating the dress. I loved that thing when I saw it in the window of Jessica McClintock in '93, but seriously, who the hell would want it now!?

Today as I was making room in the closet for clothes my son has outgrown I came across the big, white, rectangular box as I had many times. This time however I was like like:

"You! Get the hell out!"

I put it in the kitchen next to a bag of other donations and packed them in the trunk as I dashed out the door to pick up my eldest at school.

After I scooped him up we ran some errands then went to the clothing donation box. I pulled in front and popped the trunk. I grabbed the stuff and put it in the chute. Into the big yellow box went the dress that I have been carting around for 15 years.

Nice!

I got back in the car and started to drive away. My son asked, What was in that fancy box?"

"Just a dress I was holding for an old friend and she doesn't need it anymore."


Friday, September 14, 2012

Deserving? Entitled? Or just grow up?

Am I acting like a child when I'm upset that my 40th birthday was bust?

Is a present too much to ask for on my milestone birthday? (I sent the link to the Clarisonic Mia2  in Peony I wanted to the hubs over a month ago)

Well--- I am pouty about it. 

How would you react? Would you be pouty too? Or should I just grow up and save the birthday wishes for the kiddos?


Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Four Ohhhhhhh


When I started this post my first inclination was to write something reflective, sweet and inspiring about my graceful entry into this next stage in life. A post worthy of the praise of Oprah, the "Lady of Life" as my first born calls her. Truth is reaching this milestone birthday has made me come to grips with something hard to say.

Gulp.

Deep breath.

I am vain.

Vanity is a hard pill to swallow for me. I have never been one of those girly girls. I appreciate a cute flat wayyyy more than a heal-- Christian Loubo--whatevs. Jeans and a t-shirt are just fine with me. And in other people I value intelligence and wit so much more than the physical. So I feel like this admission will get me kicked out of some sort of "cool girls" club I am a member of.

I guess that a lot of this rests in the fact that I have always loved the thrill of being found attractive by the opposite sex and feel like that ability is fading as I cross into--- eek-- middle age. My browser history is not surprised by this admission with recent reads such as Strip Club Science: Stripper Beauty Secrets at xoJane. Yup. That tab is actually still up so I can take some notes. :/

I guess on one hand I should be happy to have reached this age and still give a shit. I haven't ended up throwing in the towel and totally become a clog-wearing-soccer-mom. I still want to feel and look young and vibrant. That's half the battle, right?

Right!

That's my story and I'm sticking to it.