4.30.2013

Almost May Manicures

Though the weather in this coastal town has been less than sunny and bright lately (we're on day 4 of rain and clouds and more rain), I've vowed to do anything and everything possible to keep it from dampening my mood. Since I just officially finished up with school for the year (until my classes begin in Australia in July), I had the luxury of doing whatever I wanted today. So let's be serious...

My priorities list included:

-watching Clueless on Netflix, my go-to movie of choice anytime I need a pick-me-up (also, look for a post soon about the life lessons in Clueless. Yes, I'm serious. And yes, you'll love it.)

-treating myself to a Dunkachino from Dunkin Donuts (it's half coffee, half hot chocolate, and might as well be the nectar of the Gods)

-catching up on my reading.... as in, the books that I've been wanting to read, but haven't had the time to

and of course...

-painting my nails with bright, spring colors


here's my lineup:



 Essie is, without a doubt, my favorite nail polish brand, and I love all of these latest additions to my collection. They're all so fun, and can honestly be worn during any season, but are definitely going to carry me through spring and summer. When I was a little girl, I used to paint each nail a different color, and I was almost tempted to do that today! Instead, I started my own new trend and painted each of my hands a different (but complimentary) color. Yes, I'm serious. I'm so over the "party nail" trend-- it was cute before every single woman in America wore it. So instead, my entire left hand is sporting Essie's "Splash of Grenadine" (the purple four from the left) and my entire right hand is sporting Essie's "Need a Vacation" (the pink three from the left). And you know what? I've already gotten compliments on my look! (So remember, it started here first)

I know that most people love going to get their fingernails done in shellac at the salon (I do too, who doesn't love to be pampered?), but I've found lately, that I'm too ADD for it to be financially worth it. Instead, I've started to paint my fingers myself for the most part (so that I can change them every few days), and have started to get my toenails done in shellac instead (a lot of salons won't even do this, but it's SO WORTH IT when you live at the beach or are planning to be out in the sun and sand.) I've always thought that getting pedicures was much more relaxing than manicures anyway, and of course getting both would be ideal, but I end up picking at my nails and ruining them, so I only opt for the shellac mani every so often.

My favorite spa in Wilmington, Head-to-Toe Day Spa (http://headtotoedayspa.com/) offers both shellac manicures and pedicures (along with the greatest massages in the world), so if you end up down in Wrightsville Beach for vacation, they're definitely worth the money, and if you go with shellac, your fingernails & toenails will stay beautiful for over a month, no matter how rough you are on them!

Happy Tuesday!



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4.25.2013

The Not-So-Well-Known Degrees of Grieving

As some of you may know, I participated in my creative writing school's senior thesis reading yesterday. A lot of people have asked for a link to the text that I wrote, so I've decided to publish it here. The piece is non-fiction, and was inspired by several different losses that I faced while in college, but most markedly by the loss of my close friend Z Grier. This piece was also published in the anthology, "Fighting for an Audience." The piece is published below.



The Not-So-Well-Known Degrees of Grieving




“He was not of this world,” they’ll say matter-of-factly, as if that notion is enough of an excuse to make his dying okay or acceptable. You might cling to these words and tuck them away—a security blanket to pull out each time the pain begins to weigh too much. Maybe you will scoff instead, and think that if he were still here, he’d punch you in the shoulder for crying so openly. Maybe you’ll do neither—perhaps you won’t even be listening to those around you. Perhaps you’ll be too busy folding the funeral bulletin that the usher handed you when you entered the church into seventy-six perfect, tiny squares. 

These are still the first days—the hours when nothing can rip your mind away from the fact that they are never coming back. Maybe it was your lover, your best friend, your brother, your sister, or a parent. Maybe you knew them so well that you will generate conversations with them in your head in the days to come while you sit alone in your car. Or maybe you barely knew them at all. Perhaps it was the girl in your psychology class from two semesters back, or the mother of an old friend, and perhaps you will feel guilty for mourning—or for not taking part. You hardly knew them, so maybe you will feel as if you don’t deserve a small sliver of the pain that everyone else around you seems to be sharing, but you would probably also feel bad if you did not take just a bite.

You probably won’t know what to say to their families, unless you are a part of their family, in which case you probably won’t know what to say to each other. If the departed was old, then you will find comfort in the idea that perhaps they are no longer in pain. If they were young, then you will shake your head solemnly along with everyone else, and you will agree enthusiastically when they say that “only the good die young,” and you will feel guilty the next time that you are lying in bed until three o’clock on a Saturday watching documentaries on Netflix, because you are lucky enough to still be alive and you are blowing it.  Regardless of their age, you will try not to imagine how cold the dirt must feel when it begins to snow at night, or how their skin might be decaying beneath the ground, but these thoughts may still haunt you sometimes, anyway.

If they were in a car accident, then you might vow to drive slower (which will probably last for about a week because you are a human being and the same thing would never happen to you), and you will find yourself wanting to drive down the very same road where it happened, wondering what their last thoughts were on the same stretch of asphalt. You will wonder if this is morbid. You might also wonder what song they were listening to when it happened. Or maybe you will avoid radios for weeks, afraid of the memories that songs often collect, if you are anything like me.

The weeks will pass, and if you were very close to the dearly departed, then you will find both joy and guilt in the moments when your mind is completely tied up by anything else. Perhaps you’ll be at work and you will be rushing to meet a deadline and you will not realize until you have finished working that you just went exactly forty-two minutes without thinking about it. Your first reaction will be a sigh of relief that such moments are even possible, and then you will feel guilty and selfish and you will reassure yourself and your missing loved one for the rest of the afternoon that you haven’t forgotten.

Those around you that aren’t also hurting will be sympathetic and gentle in the days that follow the death. At first, you will feel as if you have transformed into their fragile china teacup. They will pass you around carefully, making sure not to tip or drop you, but you will notice their eyes growing less and less eager and their touch growing more careless as the weeks stretch into the first month. “I am always here for you,” a friend will say, and you will shake your head, acknowledging that you know that they are always there, when in reality, you know that they see you as more of a burden these days.

You will stay up late at night recounting the last time that you saw the person that you’ve lost, and there is a ninety percent chance that you will regret something about that moment. Maybe you wish that you had held them tighter, in a longer hug, or kissed them goodbye before they went to work that morning. You might not have said goodbye at all. Perhaps you will wish that you had asked them how they were holding up—really asked them, and showed them that you cared. You might wish that you could take back the last words that were left lingering between you—all of the business that we often leave in limbo because we are sure that we will have another chance to fix it. If you didn’t know the person very well at all, you will wish that you had merely said “hello” instead of going about your daily business.

Your afternoons will be long, and you will torture yourself over all of the memories that you can’t seem to rein in mentally. If you were friends for years, you will have trouble forgiving yourself once you realize that you don’t know their favorite color, or what one thing they were the most afraid of in this world. You’ll stare at pictures and vow to never let the exact shade of their green-gray eyes slip from your memory. Their distinct laugh will haunt you, replaying endlessly in your mind. You will be unable to concentrate on anything else, wishing in vain that you could just remember the way that it sounded when they said your name aloud.

Perhaps you will sleep too much, or maybe you won’t at all. You might turn to drinking a glass of wine before bed, just to be able to lie down without remembering. You might fail the courses that you desperately needed to pass for the semester. And spend all of your grocery money on prescription drugs to numb the constant pain. Or maybe you’ll be constructive, instead. You’ll throw yourself so deeply and aggressively into your job that you will be promoted. Perhaps such a close brush with death will motivate you to chase the dreams and goals that your lost one will never have the chance to go after.

One morning, maybe a few months in, you will awaken and the pain will not rush in to crush you immediately. All of the nights of barely sleeping and mornings of waking up to your sad new reality have toughened you. You’ll reach your toes to touch the carpet, half expecting some pained version of yourself to grab them from under the bed and drag you back in, but no hands will reach out. You’ll be able to make it to your bathroom, and while brushing your teeth you will think about the person slowly and carefully, waiting for the pain of reality to come, but it won’t come. This will indicate that the tragedy has completely soaked itself into your bones. Now, you will be set to marinate in it slowly and gradually for a long, long time. The shock will linger and fade, and will wait in the darkness for an unexpected memory to take hold of you, but today you will decide that your pain is starting to feel less like accidentally touching a hot stove and more like running on black asphalt in the summertime, if you’re anything like me.

Eight months or so after the worst day, you will be driving.  A song will come on the radio and you will immediately be confronted with memories of your lost love dancing in your passenger seat, or holding you close so many years before at your high school prom. Maybe, it will be a song that they loathed, and maybe your gut-reaction will be to smile. And cry. And laugh. And for the first time, you might not immediately switch the dial to another station, and for the first time, you might just be able to drag a happy, misplaced memory out of the pain that has taken the place for so many months now of the person that you have lost.

When you glance at the calendar on a random Tuesday and you realize that any other year, you would have been celebrating their birthday with them, you will probably cry. You might sit alone on the couch in your living room and sob for hours, even if you have felt as if you were on the path to normalcy lately. You might bake a cake and decorate it and eat every piece of it by yourself. Or you might throw it in the trashcan and sit in the floor, staring at the patterns in the tiles. You might wonder if a day will ever come when, due to degrading health or the passage of time, you will no longer be able to remember their name. You will wonder if you could ever forget their existence completely. And maybe you will feel guilty for having these thoughts, and you will rise from the kitchen floor and you will clean up the mess that you have made with the frosting. Or maybe, you will continue to linger, and you will wish for the type of distant, impossible peace that only forgetting or never knowing could bring.
If you’re anything like me.







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4.23.2013

Changes in Latitudes

I have BIG news. I'm not graduating in May.
But I'll have finished my creative writing major, so why wouldn't I?
Because I'm moving to Australia to study abroad for a semester, that's why!

I'm lucky enough to have the greatest parents in the entire world, who have agreed to let me extend my college career a little bit, to spend July to December in Townsville, Australia.

I've started a whole new blog where you can follow my travels HERE.

But in the meantime, I figured I'd write a piece focusing on the importance of location.
Where we are born. Where we grow up. Where we go to high school. Whether or not we move away to college. Where we go to school. Where we move for work. Where we decide to settle and have our own families.

I'm still on the "Where we go to school" portion of that list, and I'm so in love with Wilmington that I'm starting to feel homesick just thinking about leaving it. Only some of us are lucky enough to add other locations into the nooks and crannies of this list. I decided about six months ago that I was determined to make room in my life for a side-venture to Australia, but the details are just now coming together, so I'm finally able to tell everyone.


Now switch over with me for a minute to the fashion world. Stay with me.

Someone out there, someone very smart, has started the trend of creating jewelry based on places and locations. Some are state-shaped, some feature the exact latitude and longitude of special places, and some are even made of products of the area. Here are a few of my favorites.






Send in your own coordinates bracelet (via Uncommon Goods)





 Same deal, send in your own lat & long to River Valley Jewelry on their Etsy shop












North Carolina necklace with the heart cut out over your home (this one is my beloved Wilmington) made by the Etsy artist ginnae









  The "bead" in this bracelet can be made from sand from any beach you'd like!! There is a list of over 1,000 that the company has sand from, but you can also send in your own if your beach isn't on the list (via Uncommon Goods)






I love all of these looks because they are so personal-- you could create them to take a piece of "home" along with you (as I probably will), or you could create them to remember a vacation, a place from your past, or a place where you wish you were.



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1.26.2013

To you, Mr. President

Regardless of your opinion regarding whether President Obama was the worthy candidate to have been (re)inaugurated last week, I have a new Presidential nomination... but he won't be eligible for about thirty-two more years. The following video comes to you from Kid President--a child with the absolute best pep talk I have ever heard. It's going viral right now, but I think that it should be shared as many times as possible. So if you've already seen it--- I'm not sorry. You should watch it again. Whether you're having the worst day of your life, or you're on cloud 9-- enjoy the next few minutes of innocent inspiration.

Here's to you, Kid President.




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2.08.2012

Child at Heart

I recently ran across an article titled "Top five regrets of the dying" via The Guardian news. (See entire article here.) According to this piece, the top five regrets of those on their deathbeds are the following:

1. I wish I'd had the courage to live a life true to myself, not the life others expected of me.
2.I wish I hadn't worked so hard.
3. I wish I'd had the courage to express my feelings.
4. I wish I had stayed in touch with my friends.
5. I wish that I had let myself be happier.

I recently lost a very close friend, and I'd be lying if I said that death hasn't been weighing heavily on my mind recently. This article surprisingly didn't provoke thoughts of death for me, though. Instead, as I was reading through the list, I began to think that each of these things is so very childlike... in the best possible way.

1. Children don't care what others think of them. They will approach anyone and befriend anyone without the insecure notions that plague us as we age.
2. Children don't live from paycheck to paycheck. They have the luxury of not having to do so yet. They DO know how to lose themselves instantly and enjoy the moment though, something that we too often forget when we get caught up in the rat race.
3. Children are honest to the point of having no filter sometimes. They definitely don't hide their feelings though. Children are the first to say "I love you" and the first to reach out for a hug.
4. Children live for their friends. They don't see a divide between social classes, race or income.
5. There is no noise greater than that of a full-bellied eruption of laughter from a child. Kids haven't forgotten yet how to be happy. They see the world with wonder and not as a place of evil.

All of these realizations struck me as common sense. It's hard to "forget" how to be an adult. It's hard to go back to a place of no cares when there are bills to pay, classes to pass, appointments to make and obligations to fulfill. Since I realize that this concept isn't just a switch that you can turn on and off, I decided to make my own list of child-like things that I'll never be too old for. Maybe these can remind me to take a minute to try to see the world as a place of endless possibilities, even if just for a few minutes.

I'll NEVER be too old for:

1. Hair Bows*


*Or puppies



2. Nap Time




3. Disney Movies





4. Dress-Up
(now it's just the more grown up version..)




5. Swing sets. 



6. Sparklers 


7. Sandcastles 


8. ICEE Cokes 



9. Catching Lightning bugs 




10. Calling Mommy or Daddy when something goes wrong... 




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1.28.2012

Displays of Affection

Be still, my heart.... Everyone already knows that I'm a sucker for anything pink, anything homemade, and anything romantic. I agree with all of the Valentine's critics that say that we shouldn't have just one day dedicated to love. We should love every single day. But why shut out doors & boycott everything heart-shaped or vaguely resembling chocolate for the next month? Whether it's romantic or platonic, we could all use a little bit more love :)

Learn how to make pretty, chic garland here and fill your home with the love that you make.




Tired of chocolate? Cut your fruit into hearts & make kabobs to dip into yogurt dip!


Recycle your christmas lights to make a pretty, romantic canvas. Poke holes in the canvas and poke white lights through! 




 Dress your beau up & add a little pink to his closet. How about a pink seersucker bow tie from Southern Beaus on Etsy?




Buy yourself an absurd amount of flowers. Then, take a note from Emmaline Bride and arrange them in mason jars. So chic & southern!




Make Valentine's M&M Samoa Blondies for the sweetest sugar rush. Try this recipe from Six Sisters Stuff.  Seriously addicting. 



Add splashes of pink and red to your decor by trying your hand at replicating your favorite Lilly print onto canvas. Or, leave it to the professionals and order your own set of 2 from mcleansa on Etsy.


Go overboard on candles! If you can't let yourself use girly decorations all year long, this one month can be your excuse. 




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1.26.2012

Random Acts.

      It's nearing the end of January now, and the glitter from New Year's Eve has long since settled in corners, joining the dust from last year. A month ago, so many people were setting goals for 2012. They would eat right. Excercise. Read their Bibles every day. Lose 10 pounds. Learn French. Stop hanging onto vices. Get a promotion. Find the love of their life. Take over the world.


     In our society, we are encouraged by these ideas, by the fresh start that begins with the drop of the ball. Too often though, these resolutions are packed away before the Christmas tree is even picked up off of the curb. We set such high standards for ourselves or we decide to change the most stubborn parts of ourselves that it becomes easy to give up the first time we stumble. It's just like addicts that are sent to rehab over and over. We won't change drastically unless we want to. We won't change unless it's by our own agendas.

     Or maybe we're just trying to change the wrong parts of ourselves. 

      The other morning I received a text message from my Mom. "Pay it forward with an unexpected kind act to someone today," she said. "I will try to also."

     I had been having a rough couple of weeks and her text message inspired me to think about others for just a few moments out of my day instead of dwelling on myself. I wasn't setting an extremely high bar or being asked to do anything that I didn't enjoy doing. She wasn't asking me to change anything about myself. She was only asking me to change my focus for a couple of minutes.
     For the next few days, I challenged myself to go out of my way for others. I didn't set out to save the human race. But I do think I might have made a few people's days a little easier. I didn't volunteer for hours in the community. But I did give out a couple hundred smiles. And hugs. And compliments. I gave a listening ear to a few friends that needed one. I surprised my brother with free dinner, and answered my phone at 2 a.m. when I needed to sleep but a friend needed someone to help mend their hurting heart a little bit more. I gave a few rides home. I practiced patience when the other person didn't deserve it. I let cars onto the highway instead of speeding up to get by them and I helped a woman older than my own grandmother get her groceries into her car. I didn't change anything about myself, either, but I have found that the best way to make myself happier is by setting out to make others happy first. The best part is that it's instant gratification.

    I'm telling this story because it is the end of January. Many, many people have already given up on their resolutions. I didn't even set one to begin with. But I tell this story because I hope that it might inspire you. That you might resolve to go out of your way for someone tomorrow. Maybe the next day too. Maybe every day. I challenge you to this low-maintenance resolution, not in hopes that you will follow through with it every day until 2013, but that you will maybe include it in a small part of your life.

Challenge yourself to be just a little bit kinder. Change yourself by making someone else's day just a little bit easier.
   



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