I present to you, ladies and gentleman of the jury, evidence as to why I will never be considered a style icon.
(Do style icons get enchilada sauce on their blouses? I think not.)
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Funny how things work: this morning I opened up my closet and found a J.Jill blouse in the same vein as that Eddie Bauer dress I lusted after yesterday.
As you can see in this photo, I soon found out why Eddie Bauer didn’t make the dress in sizes greater than 18. With the belly and boobs I have right now, I looked less like a globetrotter and more like a chef at a no-star Italian restaurant. Gross.
But I’m not beating myself up here. This blog is chronicling my journey toward becoming A Stylish Plus-Sized Woman. (The rest of the time, I am encouraging your own.) Tomorrow is another day.
3 months ago
Procratinator
Like much of the world, I like my procrastination with a side of animated cat .gifs. Two thumbs up with feeling!
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Anish Kapoor’s famous Cloudgate, in Millennium Park, Chicago, now has an equally mesmerising choreographed light show, Luminous Field, by Luftwerk, enhancing the experience of the work furthermore.
As the great philosopher Liz Lemon once said, I want to go to there.
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Source: wavejumper“When I was 17 / I did what people told me.” From 2011, a BBC documentary on Ms. Jackson, ferocious teen pop-icon of the eighties and popularizer of the house-key as earring look.
—Jessica H.
“Did what my father said/and let my mother mold me.” Let me count “Control” as one of the million songs whose lyrics I can drop on a dime.
3 months ago
Scissor Sisters - Comfortably Numb (Live at Bestival, 2006) (by ScissorSistersVEVO)
This is such a great cover. I need to see a Scissor Sisters show before I die. Too bad Night Work sucked so hard.
3 months ago
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Day 3: Hands.
I read a lot of blogs by photographers. A big trend I’ve seen lately (since it’s the slow season for lifestyle shooters) are posts about the photographer’s nail color choices.
I thought I’d join in the fun. Above is a before and after of my nails. The color is Bling It On by Sally Hansen Salon Effects. Ms. Hansen has now allowed the klutzy to have beautiful nails… awww yeah.
3 months ago
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Day 2: Words.
Oh folks, what’s pictured here is only the beginning of my love affair with printed matter. MMMMMM… books.
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In February, the young readers in NPR’s Backseat Book Club will read Shooting Kabul by N.H. Senzai. In the book, a boy named Fadi finds his voice — and the chance to find his lost little sister — through photography. Since Shooting Kabul is all about places, people and photographs — we’d like to see your photographs of the people and places you love.
You can take a photo of someone close to you — a sibling, a grandparent or a teacher. Or, you can take a picture of one of your favorite spots — the garden outside your window, the favorite nook where you like to read, or the beautiful covered bridge near the river. Then, ask your parents to help you submit that photo here.
Some Photo-Taking Tips
1. Get Close!
Don’t be shy! When taking pictures of people, it’s best if you get up nice and close.2. Watch the light!
Try to avoid taking pictures of people with their backs to a window. If you notice your friend is squinting in the sun, find a spot in the shade. If your photo is coming out blurry or too dark, try using the flash or wait until the sun comes out.3. Experiment!
Get down on your belly, or climb up high to take your photo from a new and interesting angle. But be careful — when you’re framing your shot, try not to cut off heads, noses, knees, or toes!
Way to start ‘em young, NPR.
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You want a physicist to speak at your funeral. You want the physicist to talk to your grieving family about the conservation of energy, so they will understand that your energy has not died. You want the physicist to remind your sobbing mother about the first law of thermodynamics; that no energy gets created in the universe, and none is destroyed. You want your mother to know that all your energy, every vibration, every Btu of heat, every wave of every particle that was her beloved child remains with her in this world. You want the physicist to tell your weeping father that amid energies of the cosmos, you gave as good as you got.
And at one point you’d hope that the physicist would step down from the pulpit and walk to your brokenhearted spouse there in the pew and tell him that all the photons that ever bounced off your face, all the particles whose paths were interrupted by your smile, by the touch of your hair, hundreds of trillions of particles, have raced off like children, their ways forever changed by you. And as your widow rocks in the arms of a loving family, may the physicist let her know that all the photons that bounced from you were gathered in the particle detectors that are her eyes, that those photons created within her constellations of electromagnetically charged neurons whose energy will go on forever.
And the physicist will remind the congregation of how much of all our energy is given off as heat. There may be a few fanning themselves with their programs as he says it. And he will tell them that the warmth that flowed through you in life is still here, still part of all that we are, even as we who mourn continue the heat of our own lives.
And you’ll want the physicist to explain to those who loved you that they need not have faith; indeed, they should not have faith. Let them know that they can measure, that scientists have measured precisely the conservation of energy and found it accurate, verifiable and consistent across space and time. You can hope your family will examine the evidence and satisfy themselves that the science is sound and that they’ll be comforted to know your energy’s still around. According to the law of the conservation of energy, not a bit of you is gone; you’re just less orderly. Amen.
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