So the Rhoda

Oh my. Today I realized a la Romy and Michelle's High School Reunion that I am indeed the Rhoda.

Yes Rhoda is not all that bad but Mary takes center stage. Oh my gosh. I've gotten old. I have lines. And flab. I want to hide behind the Marys of the world.

When I went to get my grey hairs covered a few days ago I was the only woman at salon not engaging in a  simultaneous ristalyne party but goodness knows I should have. Marionette lines. Small tired eyes. Major lines in forehead. Damn it. Damn it. Damn it.

It's good to be......

I'd give credit to photog if I could remember it - sorry. This lovely has lived in my computer for quite sometime.

This lady Kills it. The older I get the more I want to fashion self as an old European woman. I think I have grown so out of style as I can't afford to keep up on the "in". Plus my size just doesn't work with the skinny jeans/jeggings of the past seasons.

Sigh. I need a makeover.

The Jungle Effect

I'm dedicating the rest of my life to natural health. I've done all the excercise and official dieting I can muster:  personal trainers, killer boot camps, running half marathons, low carb, Weight Watchers, Cleanse, no animals, no dairy, Slim Fast and on and on.
Ugh.
Done with it.
I'm going native. I'm going basic. I'm going simple healthy.

I started reading the following book:

It's common sense but it's a good reminder that Western "civilized" people eat so much processed altered tweaked food....a wonder we have such a health crisis on our hands: obesity, depression, etc.

A great point so far is that people complain that they dont have the time to plan for and prepare healthy food and I'm very guilty of this lament myself as I'm often so stinkin' TIRED!  But the amount of time spent caring for your failed body is even more consuming.

All in perspective people.

The fam might actually be happy that they get a "real" dinner as Lukas calls it. Jason will be happier too as he gets a little bent when I haven't been a good hausfrau and prepped a nice din din.

Looking forward to embracing a healthier me.

Later I will share some more jungle inspiration from my wonderful photography book Natural Fashion, Tribal Decoration from Africa by Hans Silvester. It's brilliant!! It's Natural!! It's good. Hopefully all the healthy food will be too.



Monkey Mind

I have monkey mind - Buddhist term for endless chatter inside the skull that makes it hard to focus.
The bouncing thoughts and chatter makes my life exhausting I tell ya! This mind o' mine is always on forethought mode - planning what needs to be done next, what to do, where I have to be, etc.

My goal for this Winter: Relax. Deep cleansing breaths.....let the taming begin.



This guy has relax down pat. His monkey mind is tame.



What's in my cart

I waste a considerable amount of time drooling at Etsy while drinking my morning coffee. Currently these are all the pretty, deliciously vintage items I crave:

A girly gown to don while flitting about house.



Glam Poodle Apron





Funky Indian Lake Print Dress - Tahoe Perfection



Tablecloth for my Gypsy Caravan



Cushion for Gypsy Caravan




Coordinating cushion for  Gypsy Caravan




Sparkly Flowers




A Velvet Gown to attend the Theater Dahling



A thought for the frazzled

"Lend yourself to others, but give yourself to yourself."
 - Michel de Montaigne (French Philosopher 1533-1592)

Dreaming of studying: Italy

Taking a conversational Italian class sounds fun in theory. Odd thing is that I am for some reason mentally challenged when it comes to learning numbers past 100 and telling time in military style. The instructor wants us really to learn this. So here I am at a stalemate. Class in 1.5 hours. I try to studio but instead start perusing Flickr for photos Italia:

I'm figuring I can bomb the test, feel the hot rush of shame, and move on in hopes that I'll learn more important things after yet another epic fail. No mi piace quiz.

We don't go to Italy until Summer 2011. I'll get it by then....maybe.