I'm preaching to myself

Literally, when I'm inspired to help someone else... all of the sudden my answers seem to appear in what I'm saying to them. I'm all going on as if their problems are the easiest in the world and then its like, hold on a second, your problem is pretty much the same as mine... and wow i needed to hear that. Am I so cocky that I can't accept answers unless they come in the form of my own voice... scary. I hope not. Anywho.

Ruche. Beautiful. My fav today:

I went from sailor to Quiltgirl. I would wear it with red boots and cream tights......aaaaaaaaaand a nice cardigan. I love cardigans.

Tears

Someone walked away from me today. It made me cry when I didn't want to; I cried because I wanted to move on anyways. I guess I walked away too?


Then I watched "My Sister's Keeper" which pretty much sucked me dry of any tears I may or may not have possessed in my physical being. WHEW! Good movie though... very well done!

My apologies for the melodrama... I gave up comfort eating so the feelings have to go somewhere! lol.

Sailor Chic?!

I'm in love with the high contrast thin stripes (especially navy and cream.... YUM) as well as those really awesome gold vintage navy-esque buttons. Combining the two with some really adorable black jackets and/or accessories involving gold buckles (OR this sweet action pocketwatch necklace) really makes me glad... full of joy... like that really dorky thing that Harold from Red Green does when he's excited... almost a laugh... not quite a snort...

Striped button down from Anthropologie
Nautical Sailor Necklace from amazingcollection4u

I want to be a little sailor girl for a bit.
The opposite of ahoy to you!

Why don't more people blog before 5am?

Good morning Seattle! I will explore you today. Lets hope I find treasures and happy times with my mommy! Bless her newly 45 year old soul! Happy b-day mama!

Oh and PS: Some people need to blog more between the hours of 1am and 5am... my strange episode of insomnia wasn't relieved with any love from my google reader... :(

PSS: soft mattresses are the worst. I like my good firm futon at home :)

I neglected my blog - not the first time- definitely not the last

So my mind runs in about 15,000 different directions all at once; but seeing as that's perfectly impossible, I concentrate in a few directions at once and then do a swicheroo every few weeks or so. I'm learning to accept this somewhat ADD lifestyle, it has its ups!

For example :

I can do a lot of different things because, you name it, i've been semi obsessed with it for at least 24 hours - straight.

Thats about it for the ups but the downs are I'm guaranteed to be one of those people that is too exhausting to bring up in conversation ,even to have a conversation with, because everything is constantly a huge update session on my newest, latest thing. *SIGH* I'm a different sort, bear with me. Or not. Either way... I can't really change. Believe me. I've tried.

Finished!!!

This is my beauty... my first project that consisted of three cushions and a valance... don't be fooled. The photo isn't upside down - grommets on the bottom were Sarah's idea! I love it!

Really... really?

Some people feel the need to be jerks. I know I do. At some points during my time on this earth I give in to the carnal urge to be a jerk and I feel that I also have the right to observe others do the same. As well as comment.

Then I sometimes wonder... do they know? Do they actually think about what they're doing and how it looks? Say, for instance, I work at an unnamed restaurant... like Ferris'. Because I want tips and one table looks rich and foreign and the other looks poor and local, I ignore the one and basically insert my face into the rear end of the other one, respectively. Respectfully. Respect? Isn't that what tipping is all about? Respecting someone fulfilling an obligation and recognizing their hard work to ease my inconvenience. I tip a server who makes my experience one that is comfortable and de-cluttered of any clip ups. I tip well a server who actually appears to care about the quality of their work and is willing to go the extra mile to give me service I'll remember. I DO NOT tip, someone who expects me to wait FOR-EVER (whilst I watch other tables being served... its not the kitchen... thats why the food is COLD) for both food and drinks and not even bothering to offer the conventional personal respects NOR makes any attempts at tasteful smalltalk. I'm sorry, even my kid cousin can do that and she's like 10.

So back to my rant about pretending to be a nonexistent employee at a fictitious restaurant (if only that part were true). If I do all these things... I'm thinking only of myself, no? I'm lazy, tired....whatever; I choose the easy way out that best serves my needs because i've either worked too hard or too long and I need a break. So, I invest all my time into the rich looking table and ignore the slim chance of profit table... expecting that they will fulfill the basic social expectations when it comes time to pay up gratuities. However, if I haven't even fulfilled the basic expectations... if I haven't made anyone's life easier then why should they pay me for it? Pay me to make my life easier? Pay me to be lazy and selfish? Sounds kind of bad when you put it like that.

BUT... people I love to tip are the people that truly look like they enjoy what they do. I don't tip good looking, commonplace, stereotypical server/models like I tip the balding funny guy that gives me extra bacon because I can't have the cheese... or the one that nods eagerly at my request and apologized when there is even a hint of tardiness. Those, are the ones who make my dining experience worthwhile and its those i go back to and enjoying dropping a few extra bucks to. And I'm not even rich. Who needs to be? I can be just as giving when I'm poor because I have a provider:)