Yes--you guessed it, oh perceptive ones--I'm loving so many things. We all go through moments, days, weeks and even months without truly being struck and/or inspired deeply by much. It's as if we go through the mundane habits and routines with earmuffs and eye patches on...especially after the holidays and New Year's passes, "normal"-ish life is reinstated, and we all return to work and home life as usual. Necessary, I suppose, but hello! A bit on the boring side, eh?
It's during this period that we function much like those pitiful horses with blinders on. Take them off, honey. I just tossed mine to the ground a few days ago.
Count 'em out.
Monica & David
I'm entirely obsessed with my Roku, which allows me to access Netflix on Demand. I fully admit my problem. It's a miracle that I ever actually emerge from my apartment. I've been revisiting old loves, cough, Dawson's Creek marathon, cough...but, I've been completely glued to several new television series and films as well. Monica & David is one of the latest.
Director Alexandra Codino documented a year in the life of her Down Syndrome cousin Monica and her fiance-turned-husband, David, who also has been diagnosed with Down Syndrome, as they deal with the challenges of not just planning a wedding and then living as a married couple but the nitty gritty of maintaining a relationship with extraordinary circumstances. A normal (but really, what is normal these days anymore?) romantic relationship as adults. Whoa. It's truly touching, and this couple's organic love for one another, despite the fact that others may argue that Monica and David (and others similar to them) will never develop into individuals capable of functioning independently in the world and establishing life-long romantic relationships. This documentary is Monica and David's story. It's about people. It's about interacting with others. It's about cheesy, but extraordinary love, which appears in all forms, shapes, sizes, ethnicities, classes, and mental capacities. It's doesn't take a minimum IQ to recognize that feeling in your chest.
Re-vamping, re-working, reviving old clothing and accessories
I purchased some intense fabric paint from an absolutely amazing arts and crafts store down the street here in Williamsburg, Brooklyn. The store literally called me to buy everything, hole up in my apartment and create, paint, write, and build a million and one things. Practicing self-control, I only left with some olive metallic green fabric paint, three wooden canvases, and jewelry wire. I have owned a lovely powder blue/grey-ish toned Jill Stuart handbag for about four years now, and I haven't carried it in about two. It's a lovely bag, but the color...my jeans, pants, anything that the bag came in contact with, rubbed off onto the fabric. It began to take on a muddy color, and it simply became just downright dirty. After several $40 leather cleaning bills, I'd written it off, and it was sent to designer handbag purgatory...where nice bags are laid to rest...in the bottom of one of my purse buckets in the back of my closet. Alas, though! Jill Stuart's spawn has been resurrected! I slapped on a few coats of this funky metallic olive paint on the 'ole girl, and holy shnikes! She looks fabuuuuuuloooouuuus, darling. I most definitely could have chosen a much safer shade--black, tan, yawn. But, since my new fondness for bold and daring color combinations has taken over (I must be a pod person now), I took a risk with this. In fact, the metallic green combined with the previous texture of the bag exudes somewhat of a crocodile effect. Pat on the back for me, thank you, and for DIY wardrobe maintenance.
Playing with big girl toys
Cuisinart hand blender, Kitchen Aid chopper and mixer, blender, and juicer--Help! What age did I turn again? Surely, not 26! When did I transform into June Cleaver? Perhaps when the pod people planted the color-loving chip in my brain, they also revved up my affinity for all things domestic as well...or just sped up the aging process. The juicer, though...it's a pain but one I enjoy. I, like many girls here, would drop an embarrassing amount of money at natural juice stores, such as The Juice Press or Juice Generation, going on juice cleanses, etc. Now, I have my very own. It's a pain, yes. Entirely. Clean up? Ew, and it takes up a moderate amount of time. But, hey, these concoctions have been quite tasty, and...I feel pretty darn good about myself. Thankfully, I already enjoy good, clean, and earth-grown foods a great deal. But, this is upping those delicious salads by a few notches. It requires much more work and much more time than simply racing into the nearest salad bar or even liquiteria, but it cuts my costs, and it feels rewarding to do something good for my body. It's worth the effort.
New planner for a new year,
2013 Personalized emerald green crocodile day planner
I'm obsessed with planners. I love, I want, I need. I need that visualization. That mental photograph of words, tasks, to-dos, and important dates. I also forget everything daily, so I need my cell phone, Google calendar, Ipad/Iphone reminders, and my bulletin board to perform the remembering for me...and to inspire me here and there. I need a little motivational speaking from an inanimate object, I guess. We all understand and accept that I prefer animal prints, textures, and delightful color tones, and preferably, all of the above! Crocodile is both texture and print! And in emerald? Delish, honey.
Introducing, my newest day planner, complete with my very own golden personalized initials,
doo doo doo doo--dooo doooooo!
I ordered mine online from Saks Fifth Avenue, and you can Click here to view the details or to buy one like mine. They also offer the same crocodile style in pink, blue, and black. All are lovely and delightfully practical. Personalize yours also, if you wish.
My Christmas tree
I know, I know. "Take it down already, Olivia."
No thank you.
I'm not ready yet. I love the holidays, and in my mind, they haven't quite ended. The tree, my tree, is a source of security and warmth for me. I like the freaking tree, ok? So, I will take my real Frasier Fir tree down whenever it pleases me. And, it pleases me immensely to still see its golden glow down the hallway from where I sit atop my bed while it's still brrrrrr-inducing outside. And there you have it!