Outfit Meltdowns and Failures to Get Dressed..

Confession: Last night it took me about 37 attempts to put on clothes. One of the secret little things I pride myself on is being able to get ready quickly, and make an outfit that looks like I put a lot of effort into it, without much actual fuss. I shop deliberately for items that…

New Years, More Goals, Results Always Mixed

I’ve never been the biggest fan of New Year’s resolutions, but the past few years I’ve found myself liking to make goals around this time. I suppose that is nearly the same thing. Sometimes I fail at them; sometimes my priorities change during the year; sometimes I make some progress. It is hard for me…

Sports: They’re Probably OK for.. Some People.. I Guess.

Someone just made a remark to me that implied that I don’t like sports because I’m a girl. While not made with unfriendly intentions, every time I hear this it annoys me. It irks me because it fails to recognize the nuance of my dislike of sports. I don’t like sports, or perhaps more properly,…

The Misexpectations Travel Blog

I had grand plans for vacation. As I packed, I photographed every item I brought, because I thought I’d blog my packing list and how I wound up wearing it. I thought I was doing one of my best packing jobs ever.  On vacation I want to be as sexy everyday as I wish I…

Confessions of a Bad Friend Crush

I think that I might have an internet crush on Herey at Rhymes With Fairy , because her posts always elicit a response from me. When I read her Why Can’t We Be Friends? – about “friend crushes” and how hard it can be to turn them into actual friendships, I felt a bit ashamed.  I think…

Be Forgiven. (and listen to Daughters of the Soho Riots)

One day, I’ll let you wonder at the place and time, I was waking up extraordinarily hung over. The wall of guilt was dwarfing me as I tried to get my bearings. It was one of those mornings when I woke up earlier than normal, because I felt too bad to keep sleeping. Thom didn’t…

My Tiny Engagement Ring

“My mother is urging me to have my ring “upgraded” because a respectable American middle-class woman needs a bigger diamond. Other people have made comments along the lines of “That looks like a promise ring that a high schooler would give to his girlfriend” and “You should have held out for something nicer.” To many…

Confession: I Failed to Ride My Bike to Work.

Last night I went to sleep swearing to myself that I was going to get up early and ride my bike to work. This morning I woke up, on time, wide awake with the alarm playing at 8.. and I talked myself into thinking it was okay to roll back over and sleep another 45…