Thursday, February 14, 2013

Lilies and Noshoulds

For Valentine's Day, I have not one, but two gifts to give you. First, flowers. These Salmon Lilies were in bloom at the park I was hiking in yesterday. Apparently they only show up for three weeks per year, so spotting them is a treat. Enjoy the beauty.

Second, I give you a day without shoulds. Sometime during the next week, you are hereby instructed to chill, indulge in extreme self-care, waller around all day like a lazybones in your pajamas if you feel like it, read a whole book in one sitting, take a three-hour bubble bath followed by a mani-pedi, or whatever seems fun for an entire day. Be sure to include that thing you always want to do but never allow yourself to because it will make you feel guilty for not accomplishing anything. (For me, that is reading a book in the daytime.) In fact, you are forbidden to accomplish anything on your special day. If you can't afford a whole day, no worries. Take a half-day, four hours, whatever you can manage. 

This gift is scientifically proven to improve your health. It is courtesy of Pingping, my acupuncturist. She is my own personal Mr. Miyagi. (If you're too young for that reference, watch The Karate Kid.) The reason I like Pingping so much is that I really enjoy being able to turn my head. She and Kate, my massage therapist somehow manage to un-jigger me every time my neck painfully freezes up. Thankfully, this happens less and less often as the horrible car accident two years ago, which I may have mentioned a time or two but am now finally almost completely over, fades into the distant past. Though, it happened two Saturdays ago. After months and months of enjoying good health, I awoke locked in the forward-facing position, which brought me back to Pingping. 

Pingping is wise and does not use unnecessary words, kind of like a certain guy I know. When she talks, I listen. After my treatment, she said what she always says, "Muscles too tense. Go home. Rest. No exercise. No work. Take hot bath. Relax. Just relax." 

Of course, I had to listen. It was Dr.s orders. And there was that memoir, A Faery Tale, I'd just started calling from my nightstand. I read it all afternoon. Got nothing done. Felt so much better the next day. Within a week, I was back to full-range gawking abilities. Thanks to Pingping & Kate and a few should-free days. 

My working theory is that if you allow yourself a total chill day every so often, you can avoid the frozen neck, backache, tummy trouble, or whatever you are prone to, ahead of time. Preventive medicine. If, like me, you need permission to chillax, here is my prescription: "Muscles too tense. Go home. Rest. No exercise. No work. Take hot bath. Relax. Just relax." 

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

my favorite things



Raindrops on rose leaves,


and raindrops on we-eds,


candles on tables,


and candy in bi-ins,


dragons and weird masks,


and angels that sing...



these are a few of my favorite things!







Monday, February 11, 2013

house fond



I am snoopy. Snoopy in a good way though. I just love to wander around people's houses taking pictures of interesting objects to appreciate. In fact, it's my new career goal. Hey, ya never know. Magical things happen every day.

Houses, like the people who live in them, each have a unique kind of beauty to be captured and shared. Also, most people decorate their houses almost precisely how they dress themselves, which is veerrry interesting. 

This weekend found me in two different houses and I happened to have my camera, Agnes, along. Susan and Melanie were both nice enough to let me snap away. Here is some of the coolness I found for your inspiration. Abby, to the left, is fourteen. What a sweetheart. I had to snake myself across the floor during a shuffling break in our bridge game just to get this shot of her. So worth it.







Friday, February 8, 2013

prayer day



Leaning

Show me 
the path, 
Lord,
teach me
your way.

When 
I fall,
let me 
know
it's okay.
      
         -Kimberly Laustsen

Wednesday, February 6, 2013

the Universe speaks



Lately, I've been trying to get more in touch with my intuition, trying to be open to the Universe and pay close attention. It's been interesting. Things keep happening. Like the other day, I mentioned the movie The Sound of Music when walking with a friend. She was flabbergasted, as she'd spent an hour researching that very thing right before we met to walk. She was trying to find out about the estate where the real Von Trapp family lived. Coincidence, or the Universe speaking? I mean, how often do you mention The Sound of Music in casual conversation? This is only one small example from all those floating my way lately.

Today, I was all set to be a slug when the universe told me otherwise. Normally, on Wedndsay nights, QG and I go to yoga, but he was working tonight. So, instead of going to yoga, I decided to hunker down in front of the TV with a bowl of ice cream topped with chocolate sauce and peanuts. To make this evening of decadence even more enjoyable, I pulled out my new Bon Appetit magazine to peruse while chunking out and catching up on celebrity gossip by watching E!News. What could be better than that? But no.

The first article I opened to is all about some chick who gets up at 5:30 a.m. seven days a week to go to boot camp for an hour before work. She never eats anything but fruit and vegetable juice, with a few almonds and granola, except for dinner, when she has lean chicken with salad and lentils. In the afternoons, she treats herself to some lemon water. Really? I wanted to shout, "Noooo. This is Bon Appetit, people, not Woman's Health. This is a magazine for people who cook, and that means eating real food. Like French fries." Oy. Anyhow, this chick ruined my evening. I decided if she can do all that, at least I can make it to a simple yoga class. Which I did. But not before downing the ice cream. As it turned out, the class was awesome. Thank you, Universe, for kicking my butt.

Before, I would have dismissed the go-to-class instinct which the article prompted. But I'm learning to trust my instincts, to catch more mysteries as they float by. Maybe you're already practiced at this, but if you're not, try it. Keep your eyes and your heart open and see what happens.

Tuesday, February 5, 2013

adventures in color


Yesterday, Tammy was off again, so we headed to Goodwill with Agnes to hunt for colors. 
I was testing out my new prime lens, and Tammy was nice enough to act as my assistant/fabric-holder-outer. 
I've long wanted to capture some of the funky Goodwill clothing fabrics without actually having to buy said clothes.
Some of these fabrics, with their brilliant colors, 
are true works of art.
Don't worry, plenty of shopping got done in between our official photographic duties. 
Besides, we were there for three hours. 
Okay, three and a half. It's a sickness. Sue me. But first...
 meet George Jetson.
I like these shoes and this hand-made sweater. Not my size, but photo worthy.
I snagged a few items, such as this adorable pink container for $1.99, 
(perfect for my finger puppet collection),
a cheery set of 7 snack plates, 9 cups, creamer and sugar bowl for $13.98, and
a West Bend bean pot in pristine condition for $1.99. Believe it or not, I've long been searching for this exact item. My life is now complete. 
I didn't buy this guy, but wanted to. He looks so wistful. Phone home, little buddy.

Sunday, February 3, 2013

baby steps for dorks


Oh my lord, I'm a dork. Hopefully a lovable dork, but a dork nonetheless. Here was today's awkward moment. 

At church this morning, they announced that for the next two Sundays couples could get free portraits taken. This is cool project started five years ago by this guy named Brad, who is a professional photographer. His wife, who he was devoted to, died suddenly the year he started this project. In looking through photos, he realized that he had no portraits of them as a couple. He had always been on the other side of the camera, and he regretted not having a shot of them together to cherish. He decided to donate his services to make portraits of couples so that others would be assured of always having their special bond captured in print. This happens on the Sundays around Valentine's day. It is a huge task, as our church has thousands of couples. 



I'd been thinking this past week that I'd really like to shadow a professional photographer sometime, just to learn and observe. Ahah. During the service, I convinced myself that Brad might need my assistance. Maybe he needed a number taker, gopher, whatever. He is also an usher, the one that greeted us as we entered today, so I knew he was in the building. He does not know me  one iota. As he is a professional photographer, church bigwig/usher, I was somewhat intimidated, though determined, to approach him and offer my services. 

At the closing hymn, I tell QG my plan, then make a b-line out the door to scan for Brad, with QG trailing behind. Spotting him by the lobby water feature, I rush up, stick out my hand, and blurt something like, "Hi, I'm Kim and I'm obsessed with photography and I was wondering if you need any helpers next week. Of course, you might be already booked with helpers, so no pressure if you are, but, well, I've been taking some photography classes, and I really love it, I'm really obsessed with it, and I'd really like to help with this project if at all possible."

After that, dead silence. He looked a bit frightened, but rebounded quickly. "Aaah, I don't know about all of this obsession business, and I do already have my buddy Don, a photographer I work with, shooting with me, but if you want to come and see how we do it, we'll be setting up at seven. It's going to be pretty busy, but we'll try to answer any questions you might have."

Score! I gave some long-winded, rambling response to the affirmative, then introduced him to QG when he inquired who that dude standing behind me was, then QG and I scooted out to get to yoga in time. Whew. A baby step in my photographic development had been secured. Normally, I'd mentally review this exchange a few dozen times, berating myself for coming across so goofy that Brad will surely think I am some kind of a nut, but I've recently decided to give that kind of thinking up. I decided we all do our best along this journey, and that is the important thing. I used to think the next step had to be the perfect one, which was often stopped me doing anything. I had analysis paralysis. Now, I realize there often is no perfect step, which is freeing. All I have to do is take one baby step in the right direction, see where that leads, then take another.



It's similar to my Thursday Craft Day with Morgan. I've been wanting to do some kind of thing with kids, but the choices on where to volunteer, time schedules, etc stalled me for an entire year, so I decided on this small thing. It is awesome. I want to expand to more, but for now, this is good. Of course, last week's craft was some way complicated Valentine's day decoration I dreamed up involving wire, leather strips, braiding and raffia. Note to self: make a sample first to see if a craft is do-able. Fifteen minutes in, we ditched that mess, and I got out my box of beads to string necklaces. Morgan was most happy with her creation! Here it is.