Monthly Archives: August 2015

Book of the Week: Fangirl

Book of the Week for August 24 – August 31

Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell

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Hey Guys! Book of the Week is back from it’s summer hiatus! I’m starting with my author-of-the-summer, Rainbow Rowell. I read three of her books this summer and devoured each and every one. She captures feelings in her writing so amazingly well (Eleanor and Park was my introduction to her, you can read about that here.)

The blurb:

In Rainbow Rowell’s Fangirl, Cath is a Simon Snow fan. Okay, the whole world is a Simon Snow fan, but for Cath, being a fan is her life–and she’s really good at it. She and her twin sister, Wren, ensconced themselves in the Simon Snow series when they were just kids; it’s what got them through their mother leaving.

Reading. Rereading. Hanging out in Simon Snow forums, writing Simon Snow fan fiction, dressing up like the characters for every movie premiere.

Cath’s sister has mostly grown away from fandom, but Cath can’t let go. She doesn’t want to.
Now that they’re going to college, Wren has told Cath she doesn’t want to be roommates. Cath is on her own, completely outside of her comfort zone. She’s got a surly roommate with a charming, always-around boyfriend, a fiction-writing professor who thinks fan fiction is the end of the civilized world, a handsome classmate who only wants to talk about words . . . And she can’t stop worrying about her dad, who’s loving and fragile and has never really been alone.

For Cath, the question is: Can she do this?

Can she make it without Wren holding her hand? Is she ready to start living her own life? Writing her own stories?

And does she even want to move on if it means leaving Simon Snow behind?

 

What are you reading right now?

The New Normal

The summer is officially over. School started today. While I think we were all ready, it was/is still a little sad. It’s really been a fun summer. We went to Tennessee, spent lots of time up north, went camping, lots and lots of pool and library time, a few camps, and a trip to North Dakota.

I’ve spent a lot of time the last few weeks thinking (fantasizing) about having my days back and what that would look like. Since the kids were born I’ve had a hard time with mornings, because it’s my most high-energy time, and that doesn’t coincide with anyone else’s energy levels in my house. I want to get up in the morning, workout, and dive right into creative work. I haven’t done that for years, because it doesn’t work for everyone else. I work out after the childcare opens, and I don’t actually start writing until after 9:30 when the kids are at school. That’s changing this year. Chris and I have decided that I will get up and work out and go right into my work day, he’ll handle the kiddos in the AM. Then I’ll be done working once I pick them up in the afternoon, and he’ll take a little extra time then.

It has been really hard for me to accept this new schedule, even though it really is a dream. I’ve done the “Ideal Day” exercise so many times, and every single time I finish feeling guilty because childcare is not part of my morning routine. With having them home this summer, though, I’ve really come to accept that being with them when I can really BE WITH THEM is 1000x better than being physically there while my mind is somewhere else. I am a better mom when I take care of myself.

This morning was a bit off because I wanted to take the kids to school (first day!) but it started out with a run and I had my day planned out and my morning pages done before I dropped them off. It’s noon now and I feel good about where I’m at rather than upset I didn’t get enough writing done or stressed about everything else that still needs to happen before I get the kids. Time will tell for sure, but I think I’m going to love this new normal.

(Oh, you didn’t think I would have a post about the first day of school without the picture, would you?)

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I killed my 333 Wardrobe!

Photo by Emily May

Photo by Emily May

Okay, so, maybe not as dramatic as that. But I committed a cardinal sin. I broke the “You can only wear your workout clothing to workout” rule. And not just by waiting too long to take a shower and running to the store in my gym clothes.

I bought gym clothes to wear as “real” clothes.

There’s a really long story you can read about how and why this happened below if you want to, but what I really have been thinking about is how engrained impulse buying is in our culture, in my life, and how easy it is to fall back into. It’s like binge watching television, you have to actively shut it off. I have been actively not impulse buying clothes for three years now, ever since I learned that I owned 27 pairs of jeans and most of my co-workers owned 5 or less. It was like an addiction I had to break, and it was hard. (The super cute $10 dresses at Target didn’t help at all.)

This year, especially, I’ve been trying to be really conscious of what I buy not only for myself, but also for the kids. It needs to be high quality (relatively in the kids’ case), something that fits well and will for a while, and there needs to be a solid reason to need one more shirt or pants or whatever it is. It’s been going pretty darn well, actually, but it’s a struggle. Every day I have the option to buy something nice but not necessary.

I grew up in a small town, we didn’t get to go to the store more than once every week or two, if I didn’t buy what I wanted when I saw it I might well not get the chance again. But that’s not the case now, nor has it been for the last 17 years. I’ve lived in major metropolitan areas for the last 15, I can go to the store every day if I want (sometimes whether or not I want.) But this impulse to buy buy buy, whether the item is exactly what we need or not, is the reason we have such an abundance of self-storage garages (and television shows), closets bursting at the seams, and overflowing landfills.

Have any of you successfully shut off the buying impulse? How’d you do it?

 


 

The long story of how I got the shorts that I didn’t need:

First of all, in my defense:

  • It was hot. Like, hot for Minnesota, anyway.
  • I don’t own a single pair of shorts. They look terrible on my legs.
  • I was tired.
  • Even the “real” shorts I tried on looked terrible on my legs.
  • We were going camping.
  • The shorts I bought were so comfortable!
  • I was tired.
  • They were on sale for really, really cheap ($6.)

I bought two pairs of “capri leggings” from Gap Fit—a black pair and a blue pair— and I’ve been wearing them with t-shirts, calling it an outfit. I know I don’t look terrible, but I certainly don’t look great. I don’t wear them in public much, I don’t feel good about my body in them. They were not a good purchase for me (other than being so comfortable!)

I had actually been doing really well all year with the control over impulse clothing buys, but I definitely see how I fall down this rabbit hole:

My favorite jeans died. When I went to replace them, I found the company (again, Gap) had changed the design of them significantly, so I ended up with a different style. They were on sale, along with a bunch of other stuff. There is a serious lack of nice shirts in my closet, but there was nothing I really loved, so I refrained. Then, while taking the kids to mall for shoes, I went into this store I’d been wanting to check out for a while, found and fell in love with a shirt on clearance: by one get one for $1 clearance. But, the kids were done and I didn’t have time to look for another piece, so I left with nothing. That shirt haunted me though, it was perfect: so comfortable, so flattering, so casual yet dressy…so I went back to the mall a few nights later sans kids. I spent over an hour looking through the store’s clearance (and trying on many, many items) before I finally found what I was looking for. I got two great shirts for a great price. But the jeans and the trying on had sparked the bug, and I was tired of wearing jeans when it was hot out, so I started looking for shorts. The whole think-before-you buy barrier was down, especially because I already had to make a trip back to the mall because I didn’t buy the first time. So I just did it. I bought them.

I’m going to give myself a pass on this, say lesson learned, and relegate these to the “lounge wear” category.