Friday, May 31, 2013
Monday, May 27, 2013
Someone asked me recently if I was going to go back to posting daily outfit pix. I don’t think so, though I’m sure I’ll do one now and then. I guess the nature of this blog has changed a bit...as I have, certainly. Then came the question, are you going to change your blog name? I hadn’t really thought about that. Does the name, Fashionably Later still fit?
Saturday, May 25, 2013
Thursday, May 23, 2013
so I don't need it anymore
Monday, May 20, 2013
years ago when I first moved into Michael’s small urban apartment he had 4
plates, 3 bowls and a few mismatched mugs. So I added a set of dinnerware to
the growing list of things we should
buy. He looked confused and said, “There’s just two of us, how many dishes do
we need?” I laughed and thought, typical guy. Not long after, we bought a nice service for
eight...eight of everything -- bowls, dinner plates, salad plates, dessert
plates, cups & saucers. The set filled our kitchen’s minimal cupboard
to bursting, but I knew someday we’d have a house to put it all in. Besides,
what if company came?
My late grandmother was an antiques and collectibles dealer. She taught me the fine art of treasure hunting. She was also a hoarder that taught me the not so fine art of attaching emotional value to every object you own. It can be a pleasant notion, at first; that each item in your home tells a little story. I am by nature a story lover, so the idea of passing down heirlooms and tales that go with them has innate appeal. But other things get passed down sometimes, too. Things like habits and sensibilities that may not be practical, or worse -- can become unhealthy.
She lived alone in a large multilevel dwelling and refused to downsize because it would mean getting rid of too many things. When I previously wrote about her death it was with the mindset that she died where she wanted to, after a long life, in her “beloved” (and stuffed to the rafters) house. That is one way to look at it, but I am not quite so easily reconciled to that today.
Along with anecdotes and recollections, some of my things also tell the story of lost time...time spent searching for items I cannot find in clutter, time spent trying to keep up with cleaning and caring for objects instead of pursuing activities that nourish my creative spirit, not to mention the time and energy used to acquire these things in the first place. Frankly, I’m not sure I can afford to waste that much time. Then again, can anyone?
Saturday, May 18, 2013
Thursday, May 16, 2013
Yet it occurs to me in the most fundamental way she and I do share the important issues. We are both mothers. Cancer has touched us. We both did whatever we could to keep it from taking our lives.
There is a lot more to say on this subject, especially from the perspective of those whose lives have been touched by cancer...but perhaps no one has said it quite so well as Nancy, from the blog Nancy's Point. I urge you to read her piece on Ms. Jolie. It really gets to the heart of the matter.
Of course I'm hoping for a future where our daughters (and sons) never have to face these impossibly difficult decisions...a future with nothing to fear from breast cancer. But until that day, staying informed is our best weapon.
Wednesday, May 15, 2013
Monday, May 13, 2013
Saturday, May 11, 2013
Thursday, May 9, 2013
Monday, May 6, 2013
Several people who used to read this blog feared I had died when I stopped posting, thus the infamous quote for a title.
Of course it's more than understandable they thought that. If I read a blog written by someone with breast cancer and they abruptly stopped posting, my mind would go there. It is where anyone’s mind would go.