Two months ago, I was inspired by my friend Jude, who culled her wardrobe down to only 50 items. She put the rest of her outfits away; out of sight & out of mind. I loved the idea, and when I moved house in October, I did the same.
One of the 1,000,000 things I learned this year was that both men and women are more likely to attribute women’s achievements to good luck (or having a hand-up, or a hand-out) than to their innate talents, learned skills, or effort and hard work. This goes for your own achievements, too, if you’re a woman. You are more likely to attribute your own achievements to luck / hand-up / hand-out. That’s nuts.
I love my parents. They are very good to me. They are generous, kind and loving. (We also have our differences, but that’s another story.) When it comes to Christmas-time, or birthday-time, it is so hard to think of something that will — well — when I think about gifts, I try to think about the person opening their gift. What’s their reaction?
When I look outside, sometimes the Yucca tree has fallen over. I sigh in an exaggerated fashion, and exchange glances with the dog, who sits beside me at his specially constructed desk, which was made with love by our carpenter-friend, Craig.
When I did a personal style project earlier this year, and I looked for styles that appealed to me, as in, “I want to look like that,” I found some common factors on my Style pinboard. One was a 1960s eye makeup style.
I’m not saying I can do it perfectly or that I try to emulate these exactly, but I love this look! I hardly own any makeup, but now I wear eye makeup everyday.
Call me crazy,* but I wanted to share 4 of my favourites.
I want to get better at photography and graphic design. I want to take short courses on both of these next year, but for the moment, I will try to learn from tutorials online, and see what happens. The opportunity to play with James’s Pentax DSLR is really cool, and even though it’s heavier than a fat rhinoceros, I want to start taking it places and taking photos and hopefully learning from trial and error. I only wish it had its own legs, and could waddle around after me. “Here, Pentax.”
As a miniature photo project, I want to capture my friends’ different senses of style. If they let me. Suspense!