Thursday, April 17, 2014

{my first profile pic on Facebook. sassy}

I remember, ahem, "back in the day," (and I can legitimately say that now because I just watched the "Kids React to: Walkmans" video and I felt legitimately "back in the day" legit old), when our creaky dial-up internet would connect me to my sparkly (literally) new MySpace page. With a continually rotating top 12 friends and an entire narcissistic About Me paragraph, including several choice cerebral musings about taking the road less traveled AND IT HAS MADE ALL THE DIFFERENCE, yes, all the difference at the age of 15, my entrance into social media had begun. 

By the Fall of 2006, my college dorm room was set up and my graduation laptop was constantly logged in Facebook mode. I mean, homework mode. kinda homework mode. I'm a SAHM now, so we can, you know, laugh about it

And now, well, now I have an iPhone. 
My parents lost me in the middle of Target when I was two and found me crying in the entertainment section, surrounded by a wall of televisions blaring Ursula's face in the finale scene of The Little Mermaid, and then fast forward about seven months ago when I left my phone at a restaurant table. The fear was palpable in both those scenarios. Enough said.

Between Blogger, Pinterest, Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, one really intense Candy Crush phase and recently signing up for Clash of Clans because my husband needs my Elixir (don't ask), and definitely the PBS kids app, I'm overwhelmed! Mainly surprised my right wrist doesn't have carpal tunnel yet.

Every single day there is something thrust smack dab in my face. Buy this! Make this! Eat this! Wear this! Learn this! Read this! Go this! Like this! Cute this! Look this! Viral this! Trend this! This! This! #THIS! This is exhausting just to read. Let it be officially stated though, if you post a photo of your cute child, I will not be able to like it ENOUGH. My stone heart is easily crumbled by those baby thighs. That sounds weird, so we are moving on! 

In 2014 alone, a majority of us will appear as paleo-lifestyle-ethically-sourced-coffee-roasting-curate-conscious-yogi-fueled-hypnobirthing-herbalist-gardening-vsco-filtering-francophiles. They have us weaving damn tapestries now. I know, because I made one and it's hanging in the living room. All this to say: I am one of the "they." I've lived in Portland most of my life, so I feel like this is more of an innate thing rather than trend-conditioned. I'm still open to theories. 

Eight years of (almost) daily online interaction later, and I honestly don't know though.
I'm constantly asking myself, "Why am I sharing this right now?" Is social media my way to be seen on a daily basis? Am I being validated and connected through the glass screen? Finding inspiration or lamenting aspiration? If I bake gluten-free chia kombucha kelp cookies and don't Instagram it, did it really happen? 

(The answer is yes. But they were probably my grandmother's chocolate chip oatmeal cookies with a first ingredient of: all the butter in your fridge, melted. And I WILL eat them for breakfast, lunch, and dinner for an entire week straight)

There are many of you that I have never met in real life and yet, I know the most intimate of life's details including: what your kitchen backsplash looks like, what you made for dinner yesterday, if we have matching shoes from Target, your favorite coffee drink, who your grandmother is...
This is the new normal. "Hi! I just met you...and I already know everything about you."  

(Not normal: the majority of Instagram accounts found in the "popular" page. 
If you are over the age of seven and your photo gallery is 99% #selfies...that's an entirely different blog post) 

During my senior year of high school, a seemingly shy girl in a different class that I didn't "know" friended me on MySpace. For several weeks straight, I would sign into my account and there would be a cheerful message, out of the blue, from her. The back and forth online interaction gradually grew into her opening up about school troubles, relationship worries, you know, all that fun high school stuff. I'd listen, offer advice, give encouragement, basically, channel my inner Oprah and hit "reply." 

And then the strangest thing would happen. 

I'd run into her on campus, the following day, and it was like we had never talked. I mean, technically, we hadn't. 
She still couldn't figure out that face-to-face friendship. 
Yet, she still wanted to be heard. 

We all do. 


{Bon Bon}

Friday, April 11, 2014

#laterblog (Snow Day)

Because I never posted these photos and that, my friends, is not ok. {sidenote: I'm not in these pictures because I was in New York. Furthermore side-noting, I was in Hawaii during the previous Oregon snow storm. What we can deduce from this cirrus phenomenon is this: Me on an airplane equals all the snow on the ground. It's a gift I guess. You're welcome} And yes, Bean is wearing gardening gloves.    
{photos c/o David James Visuals}


{Bon Bon}

Wednesday, March 5, 2014

A Homeopathy Recipe: FIRE CIDER

   Long story short: I've become somewhat of a "natural" person. Perhaps it all began when my mom forced our family through a "tofu" stage back in 1997. Or, when I married one of the most health-puzzles of a man back in 2010. OR, definitely after becoming a mom. Because all moms are a little crazy. 

   I could barely keep a hamster, let alone an IKEA plant alive before our two-year old son came along, and now, now I'm kind of like Rafiki in the "Lion King." Smearing weird concoctions on your forehead... And although I'm a firm believer (whatever that really means) in numerous crunchy topics, please note, we do eat chicken nuggets from time to time. So, there's that. We have not re-entered the tofu stage. Yet. 

   End of disclaimer. Let's segway back into what this post is all about! 

Surviving Cold & Flu season! (Office germs from Daniel and playground germs from the Bean. Yet, somehow mama usually is the one who gets hit hardest. What's up with that?) 

We try and stay away from the OTC medicines or quickly-prescribed antibiotics for the average sniffle and fever.* That means my collection of herbs and natural tonics is growing. As well as my leg hair. HAHA. Sorry, bad hippie joke. 
Back on topic!

One of my new favorite things to have on hand, especially during the winter, is a batch of Fire Cider. This folk remedy has been used for generations to ward off sickness, relieve sinus congestion, aid in digestion, increase circulation, and give your immunity a boost. The basic recipe highly popularized by herbalist {Rosemary Gladstar} is easy to prepare with ingredients usually found in most kitchens. And if you make this, your kitchen will smell SO good during the prep. AND if you drink this, you might need to invest in some breath mints, (but hopefully, less Dr. visits!)

Fire Cider 
hot spicy sweet

1/2 cup peeled and diced horseradish 
1/2 cup peeled and diced garlic 
1/2 cup peeled and diced onion 
1/4 cup peeled and diced ginger 
1/4 cup peeled and diced turmeric 
1 jalapeno, chopped
1 orange, quartered and thinly sliced 
1/2 lemon, quartered and thinly sliced 
1/2 cup chopped parsley 
1 teaspoon cayenne
2 to 3 cups raw unfiltered apple cider vinegar 
1/4 cup raw honey, or more to taste 

Place all of the vegetables, fruits, herbs, and spices in a clean 1-quart jar. Fill the jar with vinegar, covering all the ingredients. Seal with lid. (Metal lid? Place a piece of parchment or wax paper between the jar and the lid to prevent corrosion from the vinegar) Shake well. 

Let the jar sit for 3 to 6 weeks. Strain the vinegar into a clean jar. Add honey to taste, (start with 1/4 cup). Refrigerate and use within a year. 

Take 3 tbsp at the first sign of a cold or 1 tbsp daily to boost your immune system. Also, can mix with juice or drizzle on a salad. (Some other great additions: Rosemary, Thyme, Oregano, Peppercorns, different Pepper varieties, etc.) 


Cheers to your health! 


{Bon Bon}

 *Note: Of course, severe illnesses should require professional medical attention and treatment. But, I've seen firsthand how the sometimes "easy" option of harsh drugs from the doctor's office can harm, more than heal. A quick solution for a long-term situation. The fast-fix band-aid to cover up a deeper problem. Yada Yada Yada. 

Friday, February 28, 2014

Consumer Alert: My Birthday Wish List


Today is February 28th. I'm sure it's someone's day of birth, somewhere. Literally, their birthday, righhhhhhht, NOW! Born! Birth.Day! I'm sure a thousand people all over the world are sitting at a Red Robin with their complimentary ice cream and a rousingly fast rendition of "clapclapclaphappybirthdaytoyouuuuuclapclapclap." I'm sure someone is turning 28 today, on the 28th. Oh that's fun. 

Alright, enough about you. Even though my birthday isn't for a few more weeks, and even though my New York trip was kind of (part of)* my birthday present, well, a girl can dream, right? 

Here's what I'm thinking would be fun to open up on the morning, afternoon, or evening of March 19th, (either this March 19th, or the next, next, next March 19th with a few of these items). Or anytime in this life. Or afterlife. We'll have AmazonPrime in Heaven, yes? 

{Reality Check: I am a hesitant consumer/buyer/spender...but I do love compiling an organized numbered collage. Soooo, how would one go about DIY-ing these products. ha. JUST KIDDING. kind of}

*Daniel: "part of..." was used loosely and flippantly. I LOVE YOU! 


{Bon Bon}

Tuesday, February 25, 2014

New York Fashion Week: The Truth Hurts, Bloggers

{Lincoln Center/2014}

   My dear friend JJ lives in the big city, specifically Midtown, so, of course I want to visit. Hello, Shake Shack. I mean, Hello, rekindling friendship. (We didn't even so much as glance at a Shake Shack this time. So bourgeois!)
It's becoming somewhat of a traditional trip-thing. Chocolate. Macarons. Brunch. Wine. Bergdorf. Daniel anxiously watching the banking account from the west coast. Return home to boy life and monster trucks and it's all good. Tradition!
The past two years, my itinerary has worked out best to have me go during Fashion Week. I say that like it's a bad thing. Annnd, well.
Fashion week is...cold. Fashion week is also, inspiring, energetic, and just plain fun. 

Gone are the days when you could waltz into any show "dressed to impress" though. You'll need to flash that invitation inside of your Chloe bag. Of which, I have neither. 
"I swear I'm an important person! People know me! Kelly Cutrone said hello to me backstage last winter. That Fred Meyer campaign of 2002? Allllll this. Right here." 
The security guards are not impressed this year.    

   Business Insider writes, "Over the last decade, the show has become crowded with fashion bloggers, street photographers, and others with little connection to the industry. But IMG Fashion, the company that puts together the annual show, tells The Wall Street Journal all of that is about to change.
   "It was becoming a zoo," Catherine Bennett, the senior vice president and managing director at IMG Fashion Events and Properties, said to the WSJ. "What used to be a platform for established designers to debut their collections to select media and buyers has developed into a cluttered, often cost-prohibitive and exhausting period for our industry to effectively do business."

   Honestly, they are so right. We shouldn't be there. I'm not buying a $5,000 coat anytime soon (in this lifetime). 20% of the media list from last year wasn't there. The Kardashians should definitely never ever never ever be there. 
Unless your name is Cara Delevigne or Anna Wintour (or Simon Doonan, Joe Zee, Grace Coddington, and you get the picture). Oh, and of course Bill Cunningham, cause, BILL FLIPPIN' CUNNINGHAM. He's so old and cute and can do whatever he wants. 

This year we hit up Milk Studios and the pop-up shops to check out those "up and comers" in fashion. They welcomed us Lincoln Center refugees with open arms and an open bar. My people! Cheap wine and reality tv stars? THIS is where I belong.  

And the bloggers were still in full force. 
We bumped into an entire room of people fangirling a certain famous fashion blogger that shall remain unnamed (unless you were to scroll through the night's IG hashtag, and if so, well done Sherlock) while she-herself-and her alone had an awkward faux photo shoot at a Marc Jacobs event. Nope, nope, just...can't. 

Of course, then we hopped in with our Daisy perfume props and, snap, click, print, Selfie! 
After all, it was a social media party. 



{Bon Bon}

Thursday, January 9, 2014

2014! I Can Dig It.

{Most "Liked" Instagram photo of 2013}

Oh hey there. Don't mind me. Just dusting off the pixel cobwebs here. 
November thru, umm, right now has been delightfully busy. Equal parts real busy and fake busy. (You know the "fake" busy...where you frantically shift your priorities around on a continual basis, making things seem super important, especially during free time...either I'm working out OR eating chocolate fudge brownie ice cream. Either I'm blogging OR doing anything and everything but because that's what I want to do. the end) 

Long story short, the past several weeks: The Bean turned TWO! Daniel turned much much older than that! My Grandpa turned much much MUCH older than that! I fell down the stairs, like, all the way dowwwwwwwn, and bruised my *coccyx. And we celebrated Christmas about seven different times. (Bean's new go-to phrase is "One more present?")

Life is good, and the *gulp* older I get, the more I want to **truly live. 
(Hopefully without anymore slipping on hardwood floors) 

*Yes. You read that right. My coccyx. Fancy word for "Falling Flat on Your Butt and Bumping Down the Stairs like a Bugs Bunny Cartoon."  
Don't worry, it's all better now. My stocking was practically bursting in pairs of fuzzy socks WITH grippy bottoms. My family gets me. 

**1 Thessalonians 3:8! Holla!


{Bon Bon}

Thursday, November 14, 2013

Thoughts of a 23 Year Old


|Note: This was written 2 years ago, regarding the 2011 Tōhoku earthquake and tsunami. My heart is the same for the Philippines right now|

Yesterday, 1200+ bloggers, including myself, decided to remain silent for the day to reflect on the tragedy in Japan. Throwing any personal agendas, politics, religion, and views to the wayside in order to show some love to a country so desperate for answers.
A community of imperfect people, coming together to shine a little light in all that dark and all that cold.

Some bloggers were silent. Some bloggers did what bloggers do best: blogged.
I'm proud of both, and in the end:
Life moves on.

To the blogger who remained silent: thank you.
To the blogger who wrote: thank you.
To the blogger who gave money: thank you.
To the blogger who gave a prayer: thank you.
To the blogger who asked questions: thank you.
To the blogger who couldn't think of the right words to say: thank you.

I say thank you because you reminded me of what is so powerful about our world. It's the feeling deep down inside each one of us that recognizes, in some way, what pain feels like. Sometimes we don't know the perfect way to express or empathize it, but we try our best.
We want to give what we have, even when we don't know where to begin.
Crisis stuns us momentarily and then pushes us into action.
Actions that portray differently in our individual lives.

Personally, I am overwhelmed with the sadness that reaches to every single corner of the world on a daily basis.
Some days I focus on it more. Some days I remember it more. Some days I act upon it more. Some days I speak out about it more. Some days I wish I could do more.

And some days, I am just consumed with the bubble of my own life,
let alone the weight of the world.

My heart is that you don't forget what these moments of reflection and response are truly about.
It's not to make us feel better about ourselves, put a checkmark on our humanitarian quota for the year, or portray ourselves as a "good" or better person.

Something inherently rises up within us and connects us.


For one small moment, we can relate on a deeper level. We can feel like this world offers tiny windows of opportunity to live for something bigger, even when we feel so small.


{Bon Bon}

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