Been reading for quite a while, and finally decided on a name. Little bit geek, part artist, might sing sometimes, love the maths.
I also have nail glow and find it gets a bit TOO pink glow-y with more than one coat Hayley. It kinda makes you look cold? If you're madly missing gel you could try Nails Inc Gel Effect - ma new fave and really does mimic the effect of gel. By the way, your tight lining lesson really changed my life. I am seriously considering tight lined tattoos. Is that a thing?
This is a true story:
When I was four, my mother had the Jane Fonda workout, and I would do it with her. I would stand next to her and try all the moves, twists, turns. The only problem was: I was four, and wasn't really great at taking direction; if Jane Fonda moved to the left, I would mirror her and move to my right, and so on.
So, one evening, my mom and I were exercising to a Jane Fonda tape. Jane Fonda swirled her hips to the side, and said "Turn to the right!" My mother turned to the right. I turned to the left.
We were exercising in the living room, which had a section of wall that protruded outward, with two corners jutting into the room. It was one of these corners that I connected with, after my mother's hip, moving in the opposite direction of mine, collided with me.
I woke up in the passenger seat, blood trickling down from my forehead. I had hit the wall head-on. I was woozy, out of it, but I remember my mother, panicked, saying it was going to be okay.
She took me into the emergency room, and the attending nurses pulled me aside as soon as I was signed in. After all, a four-year-old child with a gaping head wound might have just experienced serious domestic abuse, and they needed to know. One of them took a warm cloth and began to wipe blood from my cheek and forehead, and spoke to me softly.
"Are you feeling okay, honey?" he asked.
"Yes." I was still light-headed, but tried to look him in the eye.
"Can you tell us how this happened?" The nurses loomed over me, waiting for some horrible news. I nodded, solemnly, and replied:
By log_lady on By Any Other Name
Wow, this brought tears to my eyes at the end--thanks for an insightful and beautifully written piece. I am always in awe of writing that ends up being about an indescribably larger issue than the one it outlines, and the way you tie your struggles with your name to larger struggles with maintaining a sense of identity among generations is really moving.
1. Haley, please tell US what happened to that pencil skirt.
2. Walking slow is my #1 reason to avoid heels, even though I feel mostly confident walking without spraining an ankle. Mostly this is because of MEN, who can walk at a clip in the professional flat shoes and are already so skilled at ignoring women's needs.
Poo-Pourri, y'all. Just pack some in your purse. Game-changer!
The irony of reading an article about Getting Shit Done to procrastinate on my work...
I just finished re-reading SOTL yesterday. You forgot the part about having large quantities of beef brains on hand to rub into your skin, keeping it soft and supple.
I like acceptance speeches for how they're a re-collection of all the work and collaboration and generosity that has gone into a project that actually became successful. Just hearing the winner list all the people I've never heard of that helped them suggests that a) maybe I can collect the right people around me to do something and b) maybe I can be somehow instrumental in someone being able to do something.
By kingceliza on Never Too Much
This was lovely, and also ridiculously relatable. Well done.