Postcard from lagina from LA
Description: A spectacular aerial photo of the Golden Gate Bridge.
Thursday, April 28, 2011
USA - San Francisco
Postcard from lagina from LA
Description: A spectacular aerial photo of the Golden Gate Bridge.
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Who makes the better boss?
Recently, I've had a few interesting discussions with people about bosses, specifically, who makes a better boss and who is a better professional mentor and role model, a man or a woman. Wow, what a loaded question with a wide range of answers...
If you had asked me a year ago, I would have had said I would prefer to never work for a woman again.
My most recent experience working for a woman was not good. I moved back to Vancouver from London in 2002 and began working at a corporate office downtown. I started on the reception desk and before long I was assisting the accountant and then the President and the CEO, Sammy. The President was hands off. He didn't need much from me, except when Sammy insisted. The accountant was lovely and I had a few tasks to do for her, but nothing out of the ordinary or strenuous. She was predictable and the tasks were too.
But then there was Sammy. UGH. I think women like Sammy are the reason so many people have negative experiences with female bosses. Sammy was demanding. Sammy was flighty. Sammy was a narcissist. Sammy was just like Miranda in The Devil Wears Prada. Except Sammy wasn't wealthy, Sammy just *thought* she was wealthy. And Sammy didn't have the status in her industry that Miranda had in hers. She just *thought* she did. Sammy made my life hell.
I hated working at that corporate office and I wanted out. I had also decided that I didn't want to work for another woman. Everyone I talked to who worked for a man seemed so much happier with their work situation than those who worked for women, or at least they seemed happier than me, and I worked for a woman.
Men seemed to be more fair. Men seemed to be about business when it was business time and when that was over, personal relationships picked up where they left off. Women were petty. I saw this not just in Sammy, but in the other female executives as well - if there was a disagreement about a business matter, they took it personally. There were weeks when two of them wouldn't go for lunch together because of a business decision one made that the other didn't agree with. The guys, they got over it because the beer and game after work were about the beer and the game after work. The business decision? It was made for the betterment of the business and it could stay at the office.
Sammy was unpredictable. One day she'd be lovely - I spent a pleasant afternoon in Holt Renfrew with her picking out Christmas gifts for the staff one year – and the next day she'd be horrible and everyone would go out of their way to avoid her. Not so easy for me...my desk was literally right outside her door. She would ask for one thing and when I brought it she's say, that's not what I want, why can't you read my mind. She'd ask me to remind her when it was five minutes before her next meeting and then scream at me for interrupting her. She'd tell me to go home early because I'd been there late all week only to yell at me the next morning because she needed me two hours after I'd left the night before.
I looked for a new job for a long time. I was reluctant to let go of my miserable job with Sammy because (a) I had a job, (b) I had benefits, (c) the job market sucked, (d) while she was crazy and unpredictable, she was also out of town often enough that is wasn't as bad as it sounds up there, and (e) I had some really good friends at the corporate office and they made me happy and sometimes we had crazy adventures. Then a new job pretty much landed in my lap and I hugged it and jumped at the chance for a change.
It was a big change. I no longer had Sammy to contend with; I had a male boss who was also an academic. Someone who needed to be reminded to get his haircut, not someone who had to be persuaded to get a manicure on the weekend, not during the week when we had a crucial conference call booked.
Sammy was a piece of work...and working for a man for the first time was heaven compared to that. I never wanted another female boss again.
Apparently I had totally forgotten about life before Sammy.
My first "real" jobs were at a shoe and clothing store and a fast food joint. My bosses both places were women. They were temporary jobs and pretty routine and I didn't think much about my boss. In both instances, she was just someone who trained me, scheduled me, and signed my pay cheque and pretty much left me alone otherwise. My next job was one I returned to for two summers. My supervisor was another student who was my peer and quite honestly didn't really supervise me. We were a tiny team that fortunately worked well together. My real boss was a man in a government building a few blocks away who occasionally stopped byfor an extended coffee break to make sure everything was working the way it was supposed to.
None of my bosses was particularly inspiring. None of them provided much in the way of leadership or mentoring. I didn't look at any of them and aspire to do better or greater or more worthy things. They happened to be the people who would have something to say if I messed up, so I just made sure I didn't mess up.
After I graduated I went to live in London and work for WAGGGS...not only did I have a female boss, but all of my coworkers were female and we all lived TOGETHER. EEEeeep...I didn't really understand why people thought I was crazy until after I'd been there a while...um, ever heard of hormones synchronizing themselves when women live together...yeah, interesting times!
D was my first "real" boss. Actually technically she wasn't my boss, but that's a different story. If I screwed up, well, I cared about what D thought.
D was all those things my previous bosses hadn't been. She was a true leader. She cared about Pax Lodge. She cared about the staff. She cared about our guests. She made me realize why it was important that I cared about the guests too. She inspired me to do my job better because it could make someone else's experience better.
D taught me that respect is to be given, not earned. Because she respected us, we respected her and life was much easier...Of course, if we did something to lose her respect, we would have to earn it back, but everyone started on a level playing field - everyone was given respect from the get go...and it worked. D pushed us to be the best we could be and to move outside our comfort zone.
After I left, I worked for two more women, but because I loved Pax Lodge and felt that D was a good boss, I was back at Pax Lodge within a year, this time working for her. I would have stayed longer, but my visa had other ideas.
But Sammy had wiped those memories from my mind. After changing jobs and working for my male boss who needed haircut reminders I was convinced I was never going back to a female boss again.
Then a year ago there was a major shakeup in our department and some people were let go and some were reassigned and our department was closed. I lucked out - I was reassigned. To work with a woman. Someone I'd never worked with and had met only briefly. She didn't intimidate me but I knew I wanted to have her on my side; I could tell being on the wrong side of her would be bad. I was terrified.
I had flashbacks to Sammy. I felt physically ill. It was not fun. For the first four months we were in different buildings a 12 minute walk apart. Things were going on in both our personal lives. There was upheaval. I didn't want the new building to be ready. I didn't want to move in across the hall from this woman.
I saw myself going on 45 minute lunch runs to pick up a sandwich because I had to find a place that made shrimp and avocado sandwiches and I couldn't come back until I had one in my possession. I saw myself not getting any work done and getting yelled at for it because I spent my day babysitting the boss's kids (for the record my new boss doesn't have kids). I saw my child languishing at daycare long after the day was over because I hadn't been "released" yet because there was an "emergency." I saw myself feeling sick all the time. I saw myself quitting. I didn't know what to do.
Luckily my new boss is not like Sammy. My new boss is an energetic, intelligent, inspiring woman. She's got great stories. She expects a high level of work, but she outlines her expectations very clearly. Even though she doesn't have kids, she's been excellent when it comes to picking J up early or working at home when J is sick. She encourages me to take vacations. She encourages me to take courses and buy and read books for professional development. She is constantly challenging me to push my boundaries and take on things I'm not entirely comfortable with (even though she's confident that I'll be fine). She is friendly. She is respectful and she is kind. She’s predictable - not in a boring way - I know that if she asks for x, she’s not expecting me to come up with f.
She is one of the people I've had this discussion with...her perspectives have been enlightening and many of her role models have been men, so she's tried to emulate some of their behaviour. We agree that things in the business world would likely run a little smoother if everyone was a little gentler with each other but also had teflon skin. It's not going to happen though.
I know this boss is not going to be my last boss...but I'm going to enjoy working for her as long as possible, because male or female, she's an excellent boss and she has reminded me that long ago, before Sammy, I had another amazing boss in D.
What do you think - do men make better bosses than women? Do women make better bosses than men? Or is it all about each individual's personality?
If you had asked me a year ago, I would have had said I would prefer to never work for a woman again.
My most recent experience working for a woman was not good. I moved back to Vancouver from London in 2002 and began working at a corporate office downtown. I started on the reception desk and before long I was assisting the accountant and then the President and the CEO, Sammy. The President was hands off. He didn't need much from me, except when Sammy insisted. The accountant was lovely and I had a few tasks to do for her, but nothing out of the ordinary or strenuous. She was predictable and the tasks were too.
But then there was Sammy. UGH. I think women like Sammy are the reason so many people have negative experiences with female bosses. Sammy was demanding. Sammy was flighty. Sammy was a narcissist. Sammy was just like Miranda in The Devil Wears Prada. Except Sammy wasn't wealthy, Sammy just *thought* she was wealthy. And Sammy didn't have the status in her industry that Miranda had in hers. She just *thought* she did. Sammy made my life hell.
I hated working at that corporate office and I wanted out. I had also decided that I didn't want to work for another woman. Everyone I talked to who worked for a man seemed so much happier with their work situation than those who worked for women, or at least they seemed happier than me, and I worked for a woman.
Men seemed to be more fair. Men seemed to be about business when it was business time and when that was over, personal relationships picked up where they left off. Women were petty. I saw this not just in Sammy, but in the other female executives as well - if there was a disagreement about a business matter, they took it personally. There were weeks when two of them wouldn't go for lunch together because of a business decision one made that the other didn't agree with. The guys, they got over it because the beer and game after work were about the beer and the game after work. The business decision? It was made for the betterment of the business and it could stay at the office.
Sammy was unpredictable. One day she'd be lovely - I spent a pleasant afternoon in Holt Renfrew with her picking out Christmas gifts for the staff one year – and the next day she'd be horrible and everyone would go out of their way to avoid her. Not so easy for me...my desk was literally right outside her door. She would ask for one thing and when I brought it she's say, that's not what I want, why can't you read my mind. She'd ask me to remind her when it was five minutes before her next meeting and then scream at me for interrupting her. She'd tell me to go home early because I'd been there late all week only to yell at me the next morning because she needed me two hours after I'd left the night before.
I looked for a new job for a long time. I was reluctant to let go of my miserable job with Sammy because (a) I had a job, (b) I had benefits, (c) the job market sucked, (d) while she was crazy and unpredictable, she was also out of town often enough that is wasn't as bad as it sounds up there, and (e) I had some really good friends at the corporate office and they made me happy and sometimes we had crazy adventures. Then a new job pretty much landed in my lap and I hugged it and jumped at the chance for a change.
It was a big change. I no longer had Sammy to contend with; I had a male boss who was also an academic. Someone who needed to be reminded to get his haircut, not someone who had to be persuaded to get a manicure on the weekend, not during the week when we had a crucial conference call booked.
Sammy was a piece of work...and working for a man for the first time was heaven compared to that. I never wanted another female boss again.
Apparently I had totally forgotten about life before Sammy.
My first "real" jobs were at a shoe and clothing store and a fast food joint. My bosses both places were women. They were temporary jobs and pretty routine and I didn't think much about my boss. In both instances, she was just someone who trained me, scheduled me, and signed my pay cheque and pretty much left me alone otherwise. My next job was one I returned to for two summers. My supervisor was another student who was my peer and quite honestly didn't really supervise me. We were a tiny team that fortunately worked well together. My real boss was a man in a government building a few blocks away who occasionally stopped by
None of my bosses was particularly inspiring. None of them provided much in the way of leadership or mentoring. I didn't look at any of them and aspire to do better or greater or more worthy things. They happened to be the people who would have something to say if I messed up, so I just made sure I didn't mess up.
After I graduated I went to live in London and work for WAGGGS...not only did I have a female boss, but all of my coworkers were female and we all lived TOGETHER. EEEeeep...I didn't really understand why people thought I was crazy until after I'd been there a while...um, ever heard of hormones synchronizing themselves when women live together...yeah, interesting times!
D was my first "real" boss. Actually technically she wasn't my boss, but that's a different story. If I screwed up, well, I cared about what D thought.
D was all those things my previous bosses hadn't been. She was a true leader. She cared about Pax Lodge. She cared about the staff. She cared about our guests. She made me realize why it was important that I cared about the guests too. She inspired me to do my job better because it could make someone else's experience better.
D taught me that respect is to be given, not earned. Because she respected us, we respected her and life was much easier...Of course, if we did something to lose her respect, we would have to earn it back, but everyone started on a level playing field - everyone was given respect from the get go...and it worked. D pushed us to be the best we could be and to move outside our comfort zone.
After I left, I worked for two more women, but because I loved Pax Lodge and felt that D was a good boss, I was back at Pax Lodge within a year, this time working for her. I would have stayed longer, but my visa had other ideas.
But Sammy had wiped those memories from my mind. After changing jobs and working for my male boss who needed haircut reminders I was convinced I was never going back to a female boss again.
Then a year ago there was a major shakeup in our department and some people were let go and some were reassigned and our department was closed. I lucked out - I was reassigned. To work with a woman. Someone I'd never worked with and had met only briefly. She didn't intimidate me but I knew I wanted to have her on my side; I could tell being on the wrong side of her would be bad. I was terrified.
I had flashbacks to Sammy. I felt physically ill. It was not fun. For the first four months we were in different buildings a 12 minute walk apart. Things were going on in both our personal lives. There was upheaval. I didn't want the new building to be ready. I didn't want to move in across the hall from this woman.
I saw myself going on 45 minute lunch runs to pick up a sandwich because I had to find a place that made shrimp and avocado sandwiches and I couldn't come back until I had one in my possession. I saw myself not getting any work done and getting yelled at for it because I spent my day babysitting the boss's kids (for the record my new boss doesn't have kids). I saw my child languishing at daycare long after the day was over because I hadn't been "released" yet because there was an "emergency." I saw myself feeling sick all the time. I saw myself quitting. I didn't know what to do.
Luckily my new boss is not like Sammy. My new boss is an energetic, intelligent, inspiring woman. She's got great stories. She expects a high level of work, but she outlines her expectations very clearly. Even though she doesn't have kids, she's been excellent when it comes to picking J up early or working at home when J is sick. She encourages me to take vacations. She encourages me to take courses and buy and read books for professional development. She is constantly challenging me to push my boundaries and take on things I'm not entirely comfortable with (even though she's confident that I'll be fine). She is friendly. She is respectful and she is kind. She’s predictable - not in a boring way - I know that if she asks for x, she’s not expecting me to come up with f.
She is one of the people I've had this discussion with...her perspectives have been enlightening and many of her role models have been men, so she's tried to emulate some of their behaviour. We agree that things in the business world would likely run a little smoother if everyone was a little gentler with each other but also had teflon skin. It's not going to happen though.
I know this boss is not going to be my last boss...but I'm going to enjoy working for her as long as possible, because male or female, she's an excellent boss and she has reminded me that long ago, before Sammy, I had another amazing boss in D.
What do you think - do men make better bosses than women? Do women make better bosses than men? Or is it all about each individual's personality?
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
And exhale...
I feel like I've been holding my breath ALL DAY. I didn't realize it until I let out a big breath about five minutes ago.
My baby girl is going through a growth spurt right now and seems to have some growing pains tonight. So, I ended up spending most of the the third period of the hockey game in her room rubbing her back. I did happen to come out just in time to see the tying goal.
And I was back in her room for the overtime. I decided if I couldn't hear anything, I was just going to assume that the game was still tied...
And then a horn honked. And then two or three horns honked. And a little almost asleep voice said "What's that?" And then our building erupted in cheers.
And I knew. The Canucks won. And all of a sudden my body relaxed and I started to breathe again. And J went to sleep.
And this just sums it up....I love this picture! Nashville is here on Thursday...here we go again...
My baby girl is going through a growth spurt right now and seems to have some growing pains tonight. So, I ended up spending most of the the third period of the hockey game in her room rubbing her back. I did happen to come out just in time to see the tying goal.
And I was back in her room for the overtime. I decided if I couldn't hear anything, I was just going to assume that the game was still tied...
And then a horn honked. And then two or three horns honked. And a little almost asleep voice said "What's that?" And then our building erupted in cheers.
And I knew. The Canucks won. And all of a sudden my body relaxed and I started to breathe again. And J went to sleep.
And this just sums it up....I love this picture! Nashville is here on Thursday...here we go again...
Angst, tenterhooks, stress, and disquietude
Do you know what today is?
I'm sure it's a lot of things, but if you're a Vancouver Canucks fan, it's do or die day.
Game seven.
Round one.
I know they *CAN* win, it's just a matter of if they *WILL* win.
So, in honour of game seven, I'm going to sit at my desk and fidget and fret all day. It's a good thing I have yoga at lunch today...I'm hoping that will calm me down a bit...
Other Canucks fans out there, how are you doing today!?!?!
I'm sure it's a lot of things, but if you're a Vancouver Canucks fan, it's do or die day.
Game seven.
Round one.
I know they *CAN* win, it's just a matter of if they *WILL* win.
So, in honour of game seven, I'm going to sit at my desk and fidget and fret all day. It's a good thing I have yoga at lunch today...I'm hoping that will calm me down a bit...
Other Canucks fans out there, how are you doing today!?!?!
Monday, April 25, 2011
Easter Leftovers + A Four Day Week = Easy Menu Planning
For the first time in a long long time, we were UNDER on our grocery budget last week...partly because we stuck to the meal plan and partly because I managed to get some good deals on some groceries. This week I'm hoping we'll be under too...we've just got a few things to buy before Friday (milk, maybe some yogurt - our budget renews itself every second Friday and this Friday is that Friday) and I've got a little bit of our budget left.
Monday: Leftover Easter dinner
Tuesday: Dinner at J's friend's house
Wednesday: Tortilla Pie (a hybrid of these two recipes with roasted chicken instead of ground beef)
Thursday: Leftovers
Friday: Salmon and rice
Saturday: Meatballs - probably with homemade marinara sauce and pasta, but maybe with broth and rice
Sunday: Roast Beef
Looking for menu ideas? Check out the link up at I'm an Organizing Junkie.
Monday: Leftover Easter dinner
Tuesday: Dinner at J's friend's house
Wednesday: Tortilla Pie (a hybrid of these two recipes with roasted chicken instead of ground beef)
Thursday: Leftovers
Friday: Salmon and rice
Saturday: Meatballs - probably with homemade marinara sauce and pasta, but maybe with broth and rice
Sunday: Roast Beef
Looking for menu ideas? Check out the link up at I'm an Organizing Junkie.
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Droopy eyes...
I was planning on writing about our weekend.
It was busy. And fun.
But now that I have the computer open, I can't keep my eyes open and the letters are actually starting to blur on the screen. So, tomorrow, when all the guests are gone, I will do a quick post about my weekend...
Four day weekends are awesome!
It was busy. And fun.
But now that I have the computer open, I can't keep my eyes open and the letters are actually starting to blur on the screen. So, tomorrow, when all the guests are gone, I will do a quick post about my weekend...
Four day weekends are awesome!
Friday, April 22, 2011
Week 16: Getting those drawers under control
Drawers...we don't have many, thank goodness. They're much like closets in my opinion - easy places to hide things when they need to be hidden...
Week sixteen questions:
1. Have you got a drawer that needs a little organizing? Will you tackle it this week or something else?
My entire chest of drawers needs to be tackled...and my drawer in the bathroom. The kitchen drawers aren't so bad, but they probably could use a good sorting out.
2. Was last week an organizing success for you?
Yes...I got some things done, but it would have been nice to get more done!
3. Has the habit of just doing one thing at a time helping to keep you from feeling overwhelmed?
Ummm...yeeeeeeeees...except that I forget and get ahead of myself. It doesn't happen as often, so I'm getting better, but I still try to do too many things simultaneously!
Happy Easter! I don't think I'll be doing much organizing this weekend...maybe some chores that involve tools and the help of my dad who is visiting, but no sorting and tossing and organizing.
Week sixteen questions:
1. Have you got a drawer that needs a little organizing? Will you tackle it this week or something else?
My entire chest of drawers needs to be tackled...and my drawer in the bathroom. The kitchen drawers aren't so bad, but they probably could use a good sorting out.
2. Was last week an organizing success for you?
Yes...I got some things done, but it would have been nice to get more done!
3. Has the habit of just doing one thing at a time helping to keep you from feeling overwhelmed?
Ummm...yeeeeeeeees...except that I forget and get ahead of myself. It doesn't happen as often, so I'm getting better, but I still try to do too many things simultaneously!
Happy Easter! I don't think I'll be doing much organizing this weekend...maybe some chores that involve tools and the help of my dad who is visiting, but no sorting and tossing and organizing.
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Blog Organization...
So, my blog takes time...as I'm sure you know if you have your own blog.
But I don't mind. I do it because it's something I enjoy. But I needed it to take less time. So, I've started keeping a chart and a list...
But there was another little blog related time problem.
The blogs I read. I just eliminated about 35 blogs from my Google Reader. But I expanded my blog roll. I knew I needed to do something about my Google Reader when the computer broke and I had my first computer-free weekend (oh freedom!). I had 430+ new posts when I got a chance to check it on Monday at work.
I'm not sure how many posts this will remove, but I'm hoping it keeps me from spending time reading things I don't need to read! My Google Reader now has the blogs I read every day and a few blogs belonging to friends and family that haven't been updated in a while. They're there in case they update!
I deleted blogs that I routinely skipped over or that annoyed me. Some of the ones that I skip ended up on the blog roll though. There were some blogs that I go to when I'm looking for something specific, but I don't read them everyday. There were some blogs that I enjoy browsing through when I have a few extra minutes, but I'm not going to read them every day. There were some that hadn't been updated in, oh, years. And there were some that I didn't like. I am not good with bookmarks, so if I find something that I think it interesting, I add it to my Google Reader. But I'm not very good at deleting it when I realize that I'm not really interested in that particular blog...
Oh well.
I know this wasn't on my list, but it's definitely my decluttering project of the week. I'm linking it to I'm an Organizing Junkie - she's talking about drawers this week.
But I don't mind. I do it because it's something I enjoy. But I needed it to take less time. So, I've started keeping a chart and a list...
But there was another little blog related time problem.
The blogs I read. I just eliminated about 35 blogs from my Google Reader. But I expanded my blog roll. I knew I needed to do something about my Google Reader when the computer broke and I had my first computer-free weekend (oh freedom!). I had 430+ new posts when I got a chance to check it on Monday at work.
I'm not sure how many posts this will remove, but I'm hoping it keeps me from spending time reading things I don't need to read! My Google Reader now has the blogs I read every day and a few blogs belonging to friends and family that haven't been updated in a while. They're there in case they update!
I deleted blogs that I routinely skipped over or that annoyed me. Some of the ones that I skip ended up on the blog roll though. There were some blogs that I go to when I'm looking for something specific, but I don't read them everyday. There were some blogs that I enjoy browsing through when I have a few extra minutes, but I'm not going to read them every day. There were some that hadn't been updated in, oh, years. And there were some that I didn't like. I am not good with bookmarks, so if I find something that I think it interesting, I add it to my Google Reader. But I'm not very good at deleting it when I realize that I'm not really interested in that particular blog...
Oh well.
I know this wasn't on my list, but it's definitely my decluttering project of the week. I'm linking it to I'm an Organizing Junkie - she's talking about drawers this week.
Burn the candles
My mom sent me one of those inspirational PowerPoint-set-to-music things.
I don't normally open them, but then, I don't normally get them from my MOM either.
And this one was quite good.
There were lots of little reminders that I needed reminding of. (If that makes sense. And yes, I'm going to end that sentence with a preposition. There's nothing wrong with that.)
This is the one that's been dancing in my head all morning:
When we were kids, we used to get small, novelty soaps (shaped like animals and flowers and even once I got a Cabbage Patch Kid!) in goody bags at birthday and other events. I stashed all of mine away in a box because if I used them, they wouldn't be special anymore. I remember finding the box when we moved when I was fifteen. The soaps were all stinky and dusty and sticky. I threw them away even though it pained me deeply. That's not an exaggeration.
So sometimes I need reminding that if we don't use something, it will actually become worthless because it will spoil or go bad or spill or get lost. So there are nice soaps in the bathrooms. We have lovely sheets on our bed. When our towels get old, we get to use the new ones (I have about 20 bath towels that we received as wedding gifts stashed in a storage box) instead of cycling the guest towels to us and giving the guests brand new towels. Because we deserve to use the nice stuff too. And really, we rarely have overnight guests, so the current guest towels ARE like new!
Tonight, I'm going to get out a lovely candle that my grandma gave me. That I'm pretty sure she had since the seventies. And after J goes to bed, I'm going to work by candlelight instead of electricity. Well, sort of. The computer still need electricity...
Thanks for the reminders, Mom! I saved the PowerPoint on my desktop so that when things get hairy at work, I have something to remind me of what life is really about!
I don't normally open them, but then, I don't normally get them from my MOM either.
And this one was quite good.
There were lots of little reminders that I needed reminding of. (If that makes sense. And yes, I'm going to end that sentence with a preposition. There's nothing wrong with that.)
This is the one that's been dancing in my head all morning:
Burn the candles; use the nice sheets. Don't save it for a special day. Today is special.I need to remember that. I'm a pack rat. I've mentioned that a few times I think. I'm not as bad as I used to be though - I'm even using the shower gel I got for Christmas this year.
When we were kids, we used to get small, novelty soaps (shaped like animals and flowers and even once I got a Cabbage Patch Kid!) in goody bags at birthday and other events. I stashed all of mine away in a box because if I used them, they wouldn't be special anymore. I remember finding the box when we moved when I was fifteen. The soaps were all stinky and dusty and sticky. I threw them away even though it pained me deeply. That's not an exaggeration.
So sometimes I need reminding that if we don't use something, it will actually become worthless because it will spoil or go bad or spill or get lost. So there are nice soaps in the bathrooms. We have lovely sheets on our bed. When our towels get old, we get to use the new ones (I have about 20 bath towels that we received as wedding gifts stashed in a storage box) instead of cycling the guest towels to us and giving the guests brand new towels. Because we deserve to use the nice stuff too. And really, we rarely have overnight guests, so the current guest towels ARE like new!
Tonight, I'm going to get out a lovely candle that my grandma gave me. That I'm pretty sure she had since the seventies. And after J goes to bed, I'm going to work by candlelight instead of electricity. Well, sort of. The computer still need electricity...
Thanks for the reminders, Mom! I saved the PowerPoint on my desktop so that when things get hairy at work, I have something to remind me of what life is really about!
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Italy - Handmade
Postcard from micio from Italy
This card was handmade and bought at charity shop - I love all the stamps that came with it too!
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