I haven’t been into the city in what seems like forever. I miss it. I like really miss it. Every time I step foot on those streets, a part of me comes alive again. I remember when I was young beginning my career, the energy that literally zapped through my body when I was there. That is what I feel still.
It seems like anything good is possible there. Life. Energy. My parents used to take me there often when I was a kid and teenager. We would visit museums, see plays, go to eat. Vacation there. There was one time, when we were in traffic trying to get to Penn Station, where my love for that place was zapped out of me in an instant. Traffic halted, we were stuck on some side street. I happened to turn my head and saw through a work zone fence a pimp literally pummeling his “girl”. In that instant, I hated it and refused to ever go back. I think it took me 10 years to get that vision out of my head and to find new parts to love. It was a huge lesson for such a young kid. That ugly can exist in the midst of beauty. How power can be deadly and that terrible people exist and they prey on the weak.
I feel in love again with the city when I was a student at UCONN. I took a class that was all about New York City. The professor was amazing and his love for those very streets that scared the sh*t out of me , stirred up my initial feelings again. I learned about the vast differences in the boroughs and the areas of Manhattan. I learned about how to find a decent apartment and where the “locals” ate. It was brilliant. I left that class determined to work there one day. It happened.
Anyway, I miss it. I respect the vitality and at the same time I keep my rose colored glasses in my pocket, to take out at the right moments.
My first strands of grey popped up during a very stressful time in my life a few years ago that related to my employment. It literally happened over night. That initial strand was not lonely for long. I have a few more, but I highlight my hair, so they aren’t around for too long before my best friend bleach zaps them out.
I am kind of sick of highlighting my hair. My 10 week visits are seriously the most I do with my hair. I never blow dry it. Brush it every now and then. I am very low maintenance. I love wearing hats and that saves me almost every single day. But I have been thinking about stopping altogether, and letting the grey grow in. These ladies have me seriously considering it. They look stunning.
Women are growing grey hairs at a younger age now. Is it stress? Who knows, but if men can be called a Silver Fox, why can’t women be bestowed with the same alluring description with grey?
Just a thought.
Before I had my own babies, I had my vintage levi’s that I affectionately called “my babies” back in the day. My first two pairs I got from this RA at Uconn. They were worn in all the right spots, faded and the perfect inseam. They were magic. They were definitely from the late 70’s and I loved them. I wore them religiously. After college, there was a store on Newbury Street in Boston that I would trek to and find perfect pairs. I retired all of them after my second baby because, let’s face it, they didn’t fit. I was bummed, but moved on. Carefully saved them and stored them for the “maybe one day scenario”.
December was filled with dentist appointments, emergency visits to the dentist, and a liquid diet for me for 5 weeks. I take pretty good care of my teeth, borderline OCD, so to have two teeth sh#t the bed one after the other, with no reprieve and during the holidays wasn’t ideal. But, looking on the bright side it was ideal for my waist, and I took those bad boy babies out that were put away all those years ago. THEY FIT! Those suckers fit. Every single vintage Levi that I wore in my heyday fit like a glove. Like I didn’t even need to lie down on the bed and squirm them up and suck in and button up. Come on’ we have all been there.
Hence, the search for what a new pair of vintage Levi’s would cost and what if any were even around. And then the sad fact hit me as I was clicking on descriptions for my beloved Levi’s that I am old and now the 90’s are vintage. That means I am vintage. Since when did the 1990’s become vintage? I swear my mind still feels like that girl back in the 90’s with a more sophisticated look mind you, and definitely more depth. And then it hit me, that it is really 2015, and time doesn’t stand still in reality, only in my mind when I hear that I am vintage. So, I just can’t bear that the Levi’s of today’s vintage lovers, are ones that I bought as original pairs. Cra*p. And that my generation is like the Led Zeppelin for today’s generation. Or maybe Led Zeppelin is thought of even further down musical history in relation to today’s generation? Do they even know who Led Zeppelin is?
You get my point, only if you are vintage.
I am on a serious spending freeze. Christmas was the first time I actually bought for anyone or me in months. So we are back to saving and making dream lists.
There is a wall in the pantry that is begging for something to be on it. I have mentioned that I purposely didn’t put anything on the walls in the new build for almost 9 months. I wanted to live in the space and see what it was calling for. Plus, I am really not that big on wall decor for my own personal spaces. It is such a personal choice, and some of my favorite interior spaces have a lot of wall decor bling, but I am usually drawn to minimal.
The gallery wall shelves in the lower level has been such a great addition to the space. Nothing is permanent and I can change the frames or images whenever I want. I could also add books and small sculptures too, depending on what visual images I was craving. The possibilities are endless and my ever fear of interior commitment is solidified. It is a perfect compromise.
But back to the pantry wall, I am thinking a chalkboard and maybe some type of wire baskets. There is a great vintage store down the road from my home, and I am thinking I might stop in to find an old picture frame or window frame. I could repurpose the frame and build a chalkboard and use the frame with it. Miss P would work on it with me.
Here are some things that caught my eye for this space.
I will keep you posted on what the overall decision will be. Like I said, we have nothing but time!
I have dream catchers in each of the kid’s rooms. I always loved the idea of them over their beds, guiding them while they sleep.
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While I was on the time stealing Pinterest, I found some that were stellar. I would love to add one more to the fold and add to one of the hallways.
This is the one in Mr. S’ room. I found it at a local green-living hippie village over the summer. He loves it.