antique, vintage, prehistoric necklace from Jib & Genoa. Resin beads that look like dinosaur eggs, crystals and handcrafted brass beads are woven together to perfection! Available here.
Betty Draper Mrs. Henry Francis. Nothing to do but wait around until the big wigs at AMC make nice and put our beloved Mad Men back in prime time where it belongs. If she’s going to be standing there looking pretty until 2012, she’s going to need an ashtray and might as well have a cocktail. After all, it’s 11 am somewhere.
How about this gorgeous baby blue, gold-rimmed 9-piece bar set to make the days go by Betty?
Ah the sea. We all came from it. Some of us have never left. I’ve never been more inspired to design jewelry than when looking out over the coral reef of Okinawa Japan….
So when I saw these Paraiba Tourmaline stones from Brazil, I could not sleep until I made them mine. They are incredibly rare and very difficult to find. The shades of these stones drift from aquamarine to hints of lavender. Here they are paired with Cubic Zirconia and 18K gold plated discs, hanging from am 18K gold plated chain. So insanely beautiful! Purchase them here before I decide to keep them for myself!
Movies, books, TV scenes, stories from real life, stories you made up, stories I made up… Stories, stories, stories.
I need to stay inspired, stay rooted in the thing that makes up such a massive part of who I am. If this were a CD, it’d be Christina Aguilera’s “Back to Basics.” If it were a movie, it’d be…um…Backdraft? I don’t know. Something COOL starring Kurt Russell. Yeah, definitely. Definitely Kurt Russell.
The Site: Tasty is British For
The URL: competentincombat.tumblr.com
See how that works? I’m so clever. No wonder I do this for a living…
Let’s break this down into the bare bones, shall we? It’s the end of the decade, you’ve already seen Lists and LISTS up and down the wazoo. Everyone has an opinion, tra la la la. A new decade is dangling over our heads, just there, and the Internet will not let you forget it. Not today.
I’m not a fan of New Year’s Eve. It makes me a little sad to begin with (especially this year, so far away from my nearest and dearest, who are together from various places. Without me. Who is currently at work. And that’s the very last time I will complain about it) and I dislike any occasion where there’s so much expectation tied to having A Great Time (Thanks to Copious Amounts of Alcohol). Great times, as we all know, are rarely planned affairs (so is a really good drunk. It’s best when it comes on you, a happy by-product of a good time and not the other way around). Holidays like Halloween, New Year’s Eve and St. Patrick’s Day just seem to be begging for disappointment. And a killer headache in the morning.
I do like resolutions though. I’m a fan of R-E-S-O-L-V-E in general, the challenge of it, the inherent hopefulness of it. You might hear me complaining about all the obnoxious tartlets out and about tonight but I’ll never shake my head in disgust over Resolutions. I heart declarative statements.
[And, just for the record, I kept one of mine from last year! No soda (with the exception of ginger ale, strictly for medicinal purposes, and for Jack and Ginger’s- because they’re DELICIOUS and soothe your stomach as you drown it with whiskey. Pure genius. I have a policy of embracing things that are pure genius) has passed my lips between January 1, 2009 and right this very second. One year since I’ve had a Diet Coke (technically, it was a Jack and Coke). If you’ve ever had a Diet Coke, you just wiped a tear of pride from your eye.]
So, lift a glass, cross your eyes and say a little prayer for me. The 2010 Resolutions:
I. To make myself more financially secure. Which means I’ll most likely move to a cheaper apartment and get a weekend job. I’d like to thank all of my friends who are getting married next year, every single one of them a destination wedding (“Recession? Not on MY wedding day!”), which has pushed me to do this- something I probably should’ve done years ago anyway.
II. To not complain about something more than once. Making the statement “never complain again” seems impossible. But if I could pare it down to just ONE complaint and then let it go? I think we’re on to something. (See Resolution I. You will not see me complaining about how much money I have to spend next year, not again.)
III. Go to the doctor. There are various things that I should be screening, testing, watching etc. and I just have not done any of them. This is not the way for a 28 year old to behave. And I might as well do it this year, before health care is absconded altogether and we have to start getting flu shots in back alleys, trading loaves of bread for bottles of cough syrup.
IV. To email each and every one of the bloggers I read faithfully every day and thank them for all their hard work and how much it means to me. I’m not big on leaving comments, preferring to keep my thoughts to myself and stay out of the bog, and the by-product of that is being a silent admirer. And if you’re going to admire, dammit, do it loudly. We all need to hear it, more often than we’d like to admit.
To 2010! Have a wonderful time tonight, even if it’s just you and that bottle of cough syrup. (And pray for Cones, who is crammed on a sleeper train in India tonight, ringing in the New Year with, likely, someone else’s elbow in her ear).
Part of my new(ish) job is explaining to people in the “business” world why or how social media, and blogging, can be useful to them. And why it could be a total waste of time. When I go down the “total waste of time” route, it most revolves around those industry blogs that people throw up as a part of their company website. They talk about industry news and their take on the industry and, basically, they lose steam around Month 3 and stop posting altogether. It’s a waste of time and few people will read it. “If you’re going to blog,” I warn the suits, “make sure it’s with an achievable goal in mind.”
Lately, I’ve been stopping by Creme and staring it down, wondering the same thing, if it’s all just a wasteful exercise. In the beginning, when Cones launched the site, it had a purpose (albeit, perhaps an overreaching one) and now she’s abroad and (which I knew would happen since she has the attention-span of a gerbil. I mean that in a loving way, of course) has been MIA from here for quite some time, immersed in her studies and her jewelry enterprise and her singular effort to save the global food crisis. While I sit here, wallowing over far more selfish pursuits- mostly how I’m currently stuck in the bog of being dead-center in my second novel, and lost in how to sell the first one. And wondering if I should join Curves, hmmm… and how long I’ve been sitting on a crushed Dorito…
The truth is, every time I think about diving into turning this into a Food Blog, I think, “It’s already being done. And way better than I could ever do.” My perspective on food and cooking is already captured by Smitten Kitchen and The Kitchen Sink and Lotti + Doof and Sprouted Kitchen. Same with fashion, books, movies etc. Why add one more screaming voice to the fold? I don’t have kids so the Mommy route is out. And I’m pretty sure The Bloggess and Dooce are already using up most of the world’s anti-psychotic medications. So going wackadoo? Taken.
What do you want? You’re sitting there, trying to ignore work for five minutes and your Reader is full. What do you want to see that’s not already here? Is there even anything missing? This original notion, of Creme being a place to review really good blogs- is that what you want? Would you appreciate the work it takes every day to do that? Would you be happy to see us pop up in your list of Things to Read? Or do you want comedy? Or more of the same?
Rest-assured, I’ll be mulling over the Big Questions for the rest of the week. I love the space we created here and I also love my TV site. I just want to be sure I’m not missing something…