curves not welcome

I was casually perusing blog-land tonight when I came across a photo of this little gal.  She is a model for the current J.Crew season.

erez-1 I passed her by without much thought, but a few blogs later she was still in my head.  I decided to look again, but I couldn’t remember whose blog it was so I went straight to the source.  As I searched for her, I realized that I was getting angry and that’s why she was still in my head.

I was annoyed at her lack of curves and youth, but not jealous mind you.  Soon my annoyance turned to anger.  But my vitriol was redirected to the appropriate source: J. Crew for the moment.  Just who the hell do they think they are trying to sell me, a 31 year old woman (with curves), a lifestyle that this young girl can’t possibly know anything about.  It was as absurd to me as a 10 year old wearing high heels and lipstick.  Basically the message you’re sending me is that if (one) I buy this outfit I can be a 14-year-old-prepubescent-girl-with-the-bank-account-of-beyonce.  And (two) if I don’t look like her then I am not worthy of praise and adoration.  A bit extreme maybe, but not far from the mark I’m afraid.

erezYes, I know this is not a new idea.  There are whole blogs devoted to the topic, but it really irked me tonight.  The usual lure of clean lines, soothing colors, and safe photos were lost on me.   I looked beyond the shine.

On the casting choice of this young girl, I understand that the reason we hold these models in such high esteem is that, yes, very few people are blessed with the combination of such beautiful bone structure, height, and protruding hip bones.  However, this look is attainable…for a 14 or year old.  I would even cut retailers a little slack if they would God-forbid cast a model that is over 25 (and NOT Gisele, Cindy, or the like). Why not actually cast someone in your target audience (maybe I’m the idiot and they are targeting 15 year olds… with $300 t-shirts I’m sure they are.)

I’m not advocating having the every jane-frumpy-person on the cover of a magazine.  Oh believe me, I don’t want to look at ugly!  But I wouldn’t mind looking at someone slightly authentic… ok fine.  I’ll say it, someone over 20 with boobs!  I’m not wanting to get on the bandwagon of the whole “plus size” model that has recently been in the news.  (But good for her if she is healthy)  I just want to see a woman that is around a size 8 with curves (someone that is not a glamazon and 10 feet tall).  So maybe I’m a little biased because I’m a size 8 and I have boobs, big ones that combined with my short torso continually make me look “thick in the middle”.  But people pa-leaze… how long are we going to tolerate this?  I like being in my 30s.  I have no desire to be an adolescent again…nor look like one.  A few less wrinkles, an easier time toning my muscles, sure; but I like my boobs.  I just don’t want to be made to feel bad for having them.

ok.  rant over.  it’s just another fabulous reason to boycott the box-stores.

making stuff: fabric journals

I’ve been a busy little bee lately buzzing around my “craft room”.  I’ve got several projects going at once, but I have managed to whip out a few little gifts.  I have a thing for journals (clearly!) and I like them pocket/purse size to be able to jot down thoughts, words, grocery items.  I also have a thing for fabric and I don’t seem to ever toss my scraps because, you know, I just *might* use them.  Looking at my stack of fabric scraps and coveting new pocket size journals at my local bookstore, the idea hit me.   These two things go together like Peanut Butter & Jelly.  I also decided to make a tutorial because everyone should have their very own little pocket book.  There are so many possibilities with these little guys. Paper, fabric, embellishments, embroidery… endless possibilities.

fabric  journals

See the (picture heavy) how-to after the jump…


spring cleaner kills the environment

I think that I am personally responsible for the destruction of over half of the rain forest.  Because it was 60 degrees and sunny on Sunday, Brad and I took the time to PURGE… and I mean trim down!  We have a small, but cleverly over-stuffed storage space.  It is located on the ground level of our building, right next to the door.  Thus we began assembling what some thought was a “yard” sale… or more like a back-door sale.

I couldn’t believe just how much shit we’ve not only accumulated over 4 years as is natural, but all the shit that we’ve moved — multiple times!  And as we are now looking to make a move again, I refused to relocate one more box of unnecessary crap.  However, as I saw the last seven years of my life in the shambled boxes, I had mixed emotions.  So much of that “stuff” made me feel terrible.  I mean, who really wants to see all of their old school work… especially when it wasn’t exactly all A’s?! And what do you do with old photos…boxes of photos from college, summer trips, old flames?  Well I made a decision that if I didn’t know what was in a box from looking at the outside, I probably didn’t need it.  Tossed.  All of it.

Well, not just tossed, but I then frantically started ripping apart every item as I pulled it out, hoping to find some way to recycle it.  I mean, I alone had probably 20 spirals of class notes that turned into three different recycling piles: paper, cardboard, metal.  I knew I should be feeling better about cleansing myself of this unnecessary yoke, but I was really aware of my “stuff factor.”  For example, I had an entire rubbermaid container full of toiletries (that have been in that same box since the first time I moved in MA in 2004); if it was unopened it went to a give-away pile, but so much had to be thrown away: medicine that had expired, old make-up bags, samples of anything and everything.  Why do I “collect” these things?  They sit in drawers, unopened, for a special occasion or something else.  I will admit that I have gotten much, much better about using and/or giving things away, but I still have an entire house full of stuff.  It really can feel like a burden.  Then I really started to get upset when I realized just how much couldn’t really be recycled and will probably sit in some landfill for the next millennia.  Awful.

I guess all I can do is start to change a day at a time.  The one nugget I took away for the day was in a box that I would have sworn I had lost in 2003.  I had no idea that it has moved to SIX different locations with me.  I was almost in tears I was so excited… Six of my old journals hidden under my LPs!  I thought for certain that those journals were never to be found again…or worse, they would end up on some tacky website.  AND THEN to get my records back was too much!  Pink Floyd, Led Zeppelin, Indigo Girls… ahhh vinyl.

It ended up being a pretty good day, despite my attempts to single-handedly destroy our environment!!

old journals