"I want to be my own design" Clive Barker - Imajica

Thursday, April 2, 2015

musing on the college experience (or lack thereof)

Growing up I never thought that college was an option to me, I always thought it was too expensive, that I couldn't get in with my shitty grades and ultimately that I would fail at it, much like I felt that I had failed in so many other ways, not the best attitude to have at 17 but there it is.

Part of me dreamed of college as an escape. A way to get away from my mom, from my home, from Colorado Springs. It's not that I thought that college was the be all, end all, or even the only way to escape but I envied my friends who I felt had more advantages, who had more nurturing and supportive families, and more encouragement to get out and do their own things, to get educated and in the end to get better jobs and better lives.  I had it in my head that I would always be some uneducated yokel, living in a shitty apartment, in a town I hated, working a dead end job because I wasn't capable of improving my lot in life.  (Wow its really depressing when I start to think about how much I loathed myself and my life back then)

I think maybe for most people, college is their first time really being independent. It's their first time taking care of themselves, of having to try and make new friends, live in an unfamiliar place, and dealing with having to be a semi -adult. But for me, we moved every year so it felt like I was always the new kid even though we were always in the same city. I'd been a latch key kid since I was 7, I worked 2 jobs, I started paying rent when I was 16, I moved out when I was 18. I paid for my own car, I lived my own life, I was independent and for the most part I loved it.

I think part of the romance of the idea for  me was the  moving away, out of state, away from the Springs and all the baggage and negativity the place held for me. The chance to start over, where I wouldn't be known as Fatty Patty, where there weren't people who pretended to be my friend just to play jokes on me. A chance to be a different me.

And here is where the joke is on me and what took me years to realize and understand.

It took me awhile but I moved out of the Springs, I got a good job and then I got a better job. I've lived alone, I've lived with roommates, I've lived with partners.  I have a great life and I became so much more than 17 year old me thought I ever would, and I did it all without the college "experience".

Now don't get me wrong, I'd still probably go to college to get a degree especially if I felt that it would benefit me professionally but the college experience as an adult is far different than that fresh out of high school experience.

Did you go to college right out of high school? What do you think you got out of that experience, what did you like about it, not like about it? Why did you end up making the choice to go to college? Or was it something your parents wanted you to do? Do you use your degree?

 Inquiring minds want to know.

Sunday, March 29, 2015

Underthings, part 2

Brassieres have come a long way since Aunt Nellie was an adolescent and they bound her flat with a straight, tight bra which eventually broke down her muscles and, in her otherwise attractive forties,made her droopy. For young people brassiere not necessary except perhaps for active sports, unless support of abnormally heavy breasts is actually needed. For problem figures the various types of new brassieres may be carefully fitted with wire, but never pressing on the soft tissues. No woman need look droopy today, either in a dress or a bathing suite, or flat-chested either. Ready-made clothes fit better if the bust line is something like the ideal - even if this approach to perfection in considerably helped along by uplifts or falsies or both.

I love that she mentions that it is perfectly acceptable to wear falsies! But I can't help but wonder what she would think/say about some of the ridiculous looking breast enlargements that people have gotten.   I realize that I'm... blessed naturally and therefore cannot really understand the desire to have a surgery to change my breasts at all. 

I did have a doctor try to talk me into a reduction once to which I said "NO WAY!  These suckers get me drinks!" *laugh* 
Behold the power of a good brassiere! 

Saturday, March 28, 2015

Underthings

The most comfortable girdle is the two-way stretch, which allows body movement and which is made at least party of lastex. Its loose weave permits evaporation of perspiration. Any girdle that pulls you in unnaturally, into some semblance of the currently fashionable figure, is likely to make you so uncomfortable and irritable that any striking effect your new clothes can make is nullified by your tense expression. If you are conscious of your girdle, it's the wrong one for you. The most you should ask of a girdle, anyhow, is that it hold in your stomach somewhat, give a smooth line to your hips, and support your stockings. If it does more than that it is merely displacing fat - pushing it from one spot, say your abdomen, to another, to your thighs or your diaphragm. And don't think the new bulges don't show.

PS - Lastex - an elastic yarn consisting of a core of latex thread wound with threads of cotton, rayon, nylon, or silk and used to give a one-way or two-way stretch to fabrics and garments —formerly a U.S. registered trademark

PPS - you may know that I LOVE my girdles, the ones I own are comfy, looks great and do exactly what I want them to. Here is my review of my favorite girdle from RAGO

Friday, March 27, 2015

"Attitude Toward Other Women"

It has been said many times that women have difficulty as executives because they treat other women business associates as implacable rivals, as if they were competing on a sexual rather than an intellectual level. This does seem to be true, that there is little real solidarity among women. I believe that with woman's increasing sense of security a more generous attitude toward women co-workers will come too. At any rate, it helps to be conscious of the competitive feeling and thus make an effort to modify it.

Thursday, March 26, 2015

LOOK AT THESE MONKEYS~

earlier on the social networks I was playing a game of "Guess the Monkey" where we were trying to identify a specific type of monkey from a photo. While looking for information I came across the below photos that are too freaking adorable not to share. 



OM NOM NOM
dis is mine 

Dubious Monkey is Dubious 

It wasn't me! 


Hi there! 

This is what I look like after too much coffee 

The Precious... 


Hello ladies! 

This is bullshit... 

I'm ready for my close up Mr. DeMille 


I do not think that word means what you think it means...


Starting with my favorite topic - The Well-Dressed Woman

While fashion, if you can afford it, is fun, it is no fun to feel you must discard an expensive dress you have worn only a few times because it's no longer "high style." Unless you can really afford it, or because your position must afford it, it is better to avoid all the expensive aspects of radically new fashion ideas until they have been sifted enough for the sound ones to emerge and have a fair existence. .

Wednesday, March 25, 2015

"For we must all learn the socially acceptable ways of living with others in no matter what society we move."

So the BFF and I frequently have talks about manners, etiquette, courtesy and how it seems to be a disappearing art in the modern world. She even wrote a recent blog entry about her super awesome find of a 1937 version of Emily Post's Etiquette at an estate sale.

Flash forward to this evening and I noticed, sitting on my bookshelf my grandmothers copy of "Amy Vanderbilt's Complete Book of Etiquette"  from 1952.

Etiquette is important to me,learning how to be a better, more courteous person (plus the outdated entries are pretty darn amusing) so I decided I'm going to start posting regular excerpts with various etiquette tips.

I'm looking forward to learning new things, getting reminders of old tips and getting a chuckle at some of the outdated entries.


Thanks Ms. Vanderbilt!