Now that Mike and I were approved to lease a house, I've gone into decorating mode. I'm not really the Suzy Homemaker, super-Martha-Stewart-y type, but I like color, composition, and dabble in some crafts.
Color is usually the main focus of my photographs and drawings. I love interesting combinations of colors, and have a huge folder on my computer named "color inspiration." Then I found this blog.
Wear Palettes is a blog that posts innarestin' color combinations from photos posted on The Sartorialist (which is a NY fashion blog).**
You can go by day, or search by color. Not only are the combos great for planning outfits, but I've pretty much already planned the paint and furniture in every room of my new house.
Dang, I love color.
*a Halou song
** I know, I know. Not the most original of methods, but hey, it works for them.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Monday, April 28, 2008
to my unborn male child
I know am damning you to an adolescence filled with ridicule from your male contemporaries - that is unless gender relations change drastically within the next ten years (I am not exactly hopeful in that regard).
I am apologizing to you now, little egg.
I know your childhood will be difficult because your mother instructed you ow to be sensitive and thoughtful of emotions - whether they be anger, aggression, sadness or helplessness; aware of your actions on others; aware of others actions upon you.
It will be difficult because your mother will teach to value every human life, be it male or female, gay or straight or something in between, white, yellow, red, black, or brown.
I write this now, knowing my thoughts might not be as lucid twenty years from now.
I will keep it close to my heart when I reassure my son that the other little boys are simply afraid of their own inadequacies - even if they pushed YOU to your knees and called you a fag.
I will offer you my journal when you call me from college, accusing me of raising you too nice - she left you for the boy who bashes peoples' heads on scholarship.
Just remember, after the boys who pushed you have long grown bald and resigned to selling used cars in their hometowns, you will be teaching your own daughters how to be strong, irrepressible women.
I am apologizing to you now, little egg.
I know your childhood will be difficult because your mother instructed you ow to be sensitive and thoughtful of emotions - whether they be anger, aggression, sadness or helplessness; aware of your actions on others; aware of others actions upon you.
It will be difficult because your mother will teach to value every human life, be it male or female, gay or straight or something in between, white, yellow, red, black, or brown.
I write this now, knowing my thoughts might not be as lucid twenty years from now.
I will keep it close to my heart when I reassure my son that the other little boys are simply afraid of their own inadequacies - even if they pushed YOU to your knees and called you a fag.
I will offer you my journal when you call me from college, accusing me of raising you too nice - she left you for the boy who bashes peoples' heads on scholarship.
Just remember, after the boys who pushed you have long grown bald and resigned to selling used cars in their hometowns, you will be teaching your own daughters how to be strong, irrepressible women.
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