Hello, all! I hope everyone is having a wonderful Christmas season. I’m sorry I haven’t been blogging as often as I would like, but I’m getting back on the ball for the new year! In the meantime, here are a few exciting updates on
what I’m up to right now:
My new job is going super well! I love working at Current, and I especially like working with my former boss at Oxygen again – she’s awesome. The hours are long and I’m constantly busy, which is why I haven’t had as much time to write, but I’m loving every minute of it!
I’m 21 (as of tomorrow, anyway). I am now officially recognized as an adult and can be served alcoholic drinks at bars and restaurants. Also, I’ve been told this is the last birthday I’ll be excited about celebrating before I start feeling “old.” So we’ll see….
I am now a pet owner! That’s right – I adopted a beautiful Yorkie, the dog I’ve always wanted. I’ve named him Augustus (yes, after the character in The Fault in our Stars). Pictures to come!
Okay, so that’s it for now. Tell me: what are your big changes for the New Year?
Last night as I was taking the train home from work, I spotted a woman with impossibly long nails. They had some outrageous, over-the-top design and were clearly fake. I couldn’t manage to snap a quick photo discreetly, but I can assure you that they looked something like the ones in the image above. Crazy, right?
Throughout the whole ride back, various questions crossed my mind: How does this woman use her cell phone with those nails? How does she wash the dishes? How does she type? How does she hold hands with her significant other? (I’ve had acrylic nails before, so I know how difficult it is to go about your daily routine while wearing them. And mine were never even close to being as long as that woman’s.) But seriously, how did she manage to do anything with those 3-inch nails getting in the way of everything?
And then I stopped and caught myself and thought, that’s just how it is with me. I was staring at this woman’s hands and wondering how she managed with her (dare I call it a) condition. And it was like the tables were turned because I realized that that’s how people look at me – with questions. They wonder about how I do things with one hand and how I survive in this two-handed world. But all they really know about me (and all I knew about that lady) just by looking at me wherever we are is that I get by. And I guess that’s the lesson learned here: even when you come across a person whose situation seems impossible or bizarre, they get by.
P.S. I wanted to give a shoutout to my good friend Marisol at The Nail & Makeup Whisperer. She just started blogging, so check out her awesome posts!
When I was younger, I was obsessed with the show Project Runway. And what girl wasn’t? It was a reality competition series featuring several talented fashion designers competing for the ultimate prize: $100,000 to start their own line and the chance to show their collection at New York Fashion Week. Of course, my impressionable teenaged self decided after the first season that I wanted to be a fashion designer. But when I announced this to my father, he told me it was a stupid idea because I would never be able to sew or make the clothes like a two-handed person. (Yeah, my parents are big believers in “tough love.”)
One of the pockets I sewed up for Chris
Although my dreams of becoming a designer eventually faded (along with my desire to become an actress and my goal to become a lawyer), I have always loved clothes and style. Up until recently, though, I was in the habit of throwing an item away if it had a rip or tear. What was the point in repairing it if I could just buy a new one of whatever it was? My boyfriend is way more practical and money-savvy. So when he ripped the side seam (and both side pockets) in his pants, he turned to me and asked if I knew how to sew. I didn’t, but I lied and told him I did. I figured I’d give it a shot.
The once-ripped/now-stitched side seam of Chris’s pants
And so began my first adventure with sewing. Granted, I wasn’t creating a dress for Versace; it was a simple restitching. But still, I was glad I proved to myself (and to Chris) that my lack of an arm doesn’t mean I can’t be a domestic diva. I’ve read and heard about people saying they wouldn’t be willing to date someone with a disability because of the lack of functionality rather than a more superficial reason. And while I understand the concern, I know first-hand (sorry about the pun) that someone with a physical limitation can still find a way to do almost anything and live independently. So am I concerned about being a good clothes-mending/dinner-cooking/floor-sweeping wife someday? Not at all. I’m already getting my practice. And to be honest, I’m way more nervous about finding a way to balance my career and my home, just like most “normal” young women my age.
(Mannequin photo from Pinterest; other photos my own)
“I wanna see like everything is still unseen. It burns inside, and I am so alive.” – Tony Memmel
Happy birthday to Tony Memmel!
In honor of today, here’s some music to get your Monday off to a great start! This is Tony Memmel’s music video for “Clenched Hands Brave Demands,” the single from his new album of the same name. I ordered the album – it’s so good! I love Tony’s lyrics, and it helps that he’s also a really cool guy. He even wrote me a long and thoughtful message on Facebook when I asked him about guitar picking (which I haven’t quite mastered yet). And how awesome is it that his wife Lesleigh plays the keyboard and sings backup vocals for the band? I love it when couples do cool things like that together, and the Memmels are so so cute!