Archive for November, 2011

Throw down your pom-poms

Today I’m feeling blessed. I’m feeling inspired. I’ve had opportunities to talk with several remarkable women in the media industry this morning, and I’m in awe.

I have always believed that men and women can pursue any career path they choose. I’ve realized, though, that while I simply accept the fact that human beings — regardless of race, gender, etc. — can become whomever they want, sometimes I have a hard time believing this about myself.
Sometimes, as I’m guessing many of us do, I think I stand in my own way when it comes to pursing my dreams — whether they be learning to french braid my hair (my hands end up in knots and my shoulders ache before I even get past the crown of my head) or becoming the editor of a bridal magazine (I know more about planning a wedding than any single gal should).
Do you ever feel this way?
If you don’t, please share your secret to success. If you do, you may enjoy this video from one of the women I’ve had the privilege to get to know recently.
Whitney Johnson is the president of Rose Park Advisors, an investment firm based in Boston, Mass., and in addition to being sweet and talented, she knows how to deliver a great step-away-from-the-chocolate-turn-off-The-Bachelor-and-go-get-what-you-want speech.

Channeling Chihuly

I am not a crafty person — at least not in the traditional sense. Yes, I do love creating logos, designing websites and editing pictures, but only on the computer, where I can alter every single pixel to my liking.

I do not, however, love the frightening unpredictability of glitter, glue sticks and Mod Podge. When they invent a “command + z” tool for the physical world, maybe I’ll pick up a literal paintbrush. (That was a little Mac nerd humor for you. For you PC fans, “command +z” is the shortcut for “undo.”)
Given my aversion to substances and situations I can’t control, I wasn’t very excited when Lizzy announced that we would be visiting The Art Institute at Thanksgiving Point last Saturday. I thought the idea of making glass flowers was wonderful, but I planned to watch and keep my hands far away from the flames.
Well, given Lizzy’s uncanny ability to get me to try new things, I, of course, ended up in the hot seat — quite literally. And, can I just say that I loved every second of shaping that glowing molten glass!
Seriously, if you get a chance, I highly recommend scheduling an appointment and taking your friends and family to try it out. It would also make a great date, especially if you’re scheming up ways to see the guy again because you do have to give the glass a full day to cool before going to pick it up.
I haven’t gone to get my flower yet, but I’ve begun to wonder if this is the beginning of a new artistic obsession for me. Maybe someday the great Dale Chihuly will take me under his wing, and you’ll have one of my blown-glass chandeliers hanging in your hallway.
Until then, here’s a video of the complete flower-making process. Dear Lizzy was the guinea pig and the perfect model for this adventure.

Sparkly TOMS and tinsel

I have something special on its way for tomorrow’s post, but because I haven’t quite imported the video yet (Yes, I’m making a foray into the realm of moving pictures. Watch out!), I’ll share a few shots from this weekend’s happenings.

While I didn’t want to taint my Thanksgiving festivities with the traditional Black Friday frenzy, I had no problem with making my way to the mall on Saturday. (I’ll share some images from Thanksgiving later. It deserves more than my brain can give right now.)
Shops were still crowded with customers who share my belief in dedicating one day to stuffing (I may have consumed a gallon of my Grandma’s recipe on Thursday), one day to sleeping (it’s still appropriate to call this day “Black Friday,” but for me the “black” refers to the inside of my eyelids) and one day to shopping (that’s Saturday, folks).
Despite the busyness, Lizzy, Meliss and I managed to find some relatively good deals and get in a number of photo-worthy moments.
Case in point.
Despite the fact that Lizzy already owns five pairs of TOMS, she couldn’t resist trying out the latest sparkly, leopard-print version. She didn’t end up buying them, but she did get a pair of the boots in the photo below.
Well, I should clarify. She didn’t buy this exact pair. After Meliss theatrically helped her remove this boot, Lizzy decided to try a size up. Given the price and supposed longevity of these buttery-leather beauties, Lizzy thought being able to get them on and off without significant assistance would be wise. (If you’re looking for a pair of truly swoon-worthy boots, you may want to check out The Frye Company.)
After a weekend on the town, we spent Sunday inside decking Lizzy’s Christmas tree in teal-and-gold garb. (We even sprayed the plastic branches of this Target tree with a pine-needle scent. It doesn’t make the plastic any more authentic, but it sure smells pretty.)
While we decorated, we listened to my new favorite Christmas song. I’m not certain who the lovely people in this video are, but it’s the only sharable format I could find.

Weekend wonderland

Today I thought I’d share a few pictures from this weekend’s adventures. Given my current iPhone obsession, these photos come to you courtesy of my favorite new tech tool, of course.

A few of the fuzzier ones are from my friend’s phone. I have absolutely nothing against her phone, mind you; I just have to protect the good name of the iPhone.
First up is Friday.

If you haven’t been fortunate enough to meet the lovely subject of the photo above, let me be the first to introduce you to the Marz Roll. Before you tell me 10 reasons you hate sushi, do yourself a favor and try this tasty twist on raw fish. Then we’ll talk.
The wonderful people I work with are just as obsessed with sushi as I am, and any occasion is a good excuse to visit Happy Sumo. In fact, the purpose of this particular lunch was to commemorate one of our first failed projects. We learned long ago that sushi makes everything better. (Did you notice my cute co-worker, Bonnie, taking pictures in this picture? Sometimes people roll their eyes when I say I need to get a shot for my blog, so I loved that I wasn’t the only one inducing the eye-rolling this time.)
Saturday morning I awoke to a canopy of snow-covered leaves. My little fall friends keep hanging in there, and I continue to cheer them on.
To the snow’s credit, it certainly got me in the holiday spirit and beckoned me outdoors late Saturday evening to see the lighting of the Christmas tree at the Gateway Mall. As you’ve probably noticed, I have thing for light. I love it in all of its luminous forms: sunshine, fireworks, candles, Christmas lights — they make my soul smile.
My cute friend, Melissa (whom I like to call Meliss, given that it’s so much faster to type and say) and her sister were equally enchanted by the 7-mile string of twinkle lights threaded up 50-foot blue spruce.
And, of course, Meliss, Lizzy and I couldn’t resist posing right below the tree. Given that we don’t have any cranky and frozen children to coerce into a classy Christmas card shot, we went for a candid three-single-girls-living-in-the-city pose. (My heart goes out to the tots who were there that night for family pictures. I hope they have the feeling back in their fingers and their faces by now.)
The weekend also included a Fiesta event, an evening of watching “Elf” and plenty of other randomness.
I suppose this is just a random stage in life. The dream of children, designer strollers to push them in and a husband to do that pushing is ever-present, but this weekend was a good reminder that singlehoood isn’t so bad, especially when it’s shared with friends.