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  • ADVICE FROM DAD – “IT’S YOUR LIFE, TOO”

    ADVICE FROM DAD – “IT’S YOUR LIFE, TOO”

    Best. Dad. Ever.

    This morning, I was talking to my father.  Well, more like talking at him.  It wasn’t much of a conversation, as he wasn’t participating.  This was due to the fact that I decided to talk about everything and nothing while he was watching a Chicago crime drama on television.  When his turning up of the volume didn’t stop me from continuing, he hit pause (ah, the wonders of modern television… and unrelenting daughters).  I was smack dab in the middle of a sentence when he hit the pause button and, as the television volume disappeared, the end of my sentence stood out starkly in the silence: “…it’s my life, too… You know?”  The rest of the story was irrelevant.  My dad looked at me in the way he does when I know I should listen up… something wise was about to be imparted to me.  He said, “Yes, I know it is.  Do you?”  This didn’t fit into the context of my story at all… he clearly hadn’t been listening.  But maybe he listened exactly when it really mattered.  My thoughts began to blur as I became overwhelmed by the magnitude of what he was asking me.  Did I treat my life as my own? Or did I treat it as the property of others?

    My dad began to talk about all of the stresses and pressures on young women today (how does he know this stuff?).  He harped on the fact that while we are independent and strong, we cannot ignore the presence of our maternal instinct.  I didn’t like the term “maternal,” so he explained it as being a care-taker.  I couldn’t deny this… I tend to try and take care of the people that I care about… as I’m sure you do, as well.  This is generally a positive quality, but the potential pitfall of the care-taker instinct is that it can absorb you to such a point that you become lost in it.  My father cautioned me about spending too much time trying to help others because, at a certain point, he said it could become detrimental to myself.

    I looked at my father, puzzled.  He continued, “You know the feeling.  It’s as if you are weighed down by the sheer force of the other person’s gravity… so much so that they remind you more of a black hole than a human being.”  I understood what he was saying.  And I thought about it… Why don’t we leave when things get to this point? It’s simple: because we care.  So we stay.

    I asked my dad what someone should do in this situation.  Isn’t it selfish to leave?  Shouldn’t you try and help the other person?  If they are at a hard place in their life, don’t they need you?  If you care about them, isn’t it the right thing to do… to stay?

    My dad’s answer wasn’t cut and dry. However, I broke down his response into five tips to keep in mind when dealing with every relationship in your life… whether you be a sister, daughter, girlfriend, mother, wife, or friend to that person.  Here are the elements of my daddy’s wisdom that I wanted to share with you.

    1. You can’t take care of someone else, unless you take care of yourself first. When you get on an airplane, if you are a parent, they tell you that if the emergency masks drop from the overhead compartment you are to put your mask on first… before you put the mask on your child.  This is something that parents need to be told because it is a parental instinct to take care of the child first.  However, a parent becomes useless to the child if the parent has no source of oxygen.  The same goes for us in relation to the people we are trying to care for.  As my dad put it, “In life, put your oxygen mask on first.”  Do what you need to do to take care of you.  Only then will you be a benefit to others.

    2. Someone who cares about you will take the time to understand when you have taken on too much. You are fabulous.  You live a life that is fabulous and ridiculously busy.  You have a social calendar that is full, a career that doesn’t quit, you stay in shape, eat right, are always dressed to the nines, volunteer when you can, and are always, no matter what, there for the people that you love.  Get real.  Yes, you are fabulous. And, yes, you can do all of these things (some weeks you are a total Superwoman), but you can’t sustain this level of perfection all the time.  Learn to hit the pause button.  The people that truly care about you will understand this. They will give you time, space, and may even offer to help out if they can.  These people are the Keepers.  Cherish them.  They are v.a.l.u.a.b.l.e.  They love you.  However, some people will not react this way.  Some people will still want your time and energy or won’t care (or seem to care) one bit about how you are feeling.  These people are selfish (see number 3).

    3. Selfishness is forgivable… but only to a point. It is human nature to occasionally suffer from bouts of selfishness.  Notice the use of the words occasionally and suffer.  This is because a good person should strive to avoid being selfish on a frequent basis and should recognize that it is a condition that they are suffering from.  It is not a healthy state to be in… selfishness is the equivalent of a self-obsessed egocentric psychological rut when it becomes prolonged.  The idea that the world revolves around you all the time is a sad way to live (and I assume you will end up very lonely).  If someone is consistently (always) selfish, save yourself some time and skip ahead to number 5.

    4. Look at the balance in the relationship… if it’s one-sided, make a serious adjustment. Look at the other person’s use of the words “I” and “me” in your conversations.  Does the other person use these words more frequently than the word “you”? Also, trust your instincts.  Women too frequently second-guess their emotions.  Don’t.  If it feels like you are always giving and the other person is always taking, guess what? You’re right. If it’s one-sided sometimes, that’s natural.  Stop and think: is the focus always on you? You are selfish (look again to number 3… and, do yourself a favor: change).  Is the focus always on the other person? You can either pull back and let the other person re-stabilize the relationship (they may recognize the imbalance, as well), you can clearly communicate that you need adjustments made, or (and, let’s face it, some people will always be self-centered) you can do yourself a favor and get out of the situation (see number 5).

    5. Learn when to walk away. We women are a tough breed.  We have been raised to never quit and to never give up.  These are both wonderful tenets to believe in, unless you are refusing to give up on a situation or relationship that is consistently bringing you down.  My father wanted to send a little reminder to all of you beautiful women out there getting walked on, feeling overwhelmed, taking on too much, being underappreciated, being used, or who are just plain tired and need (deserve) a good old-fashioned spa day… Put your foot down (stiletto and all), get your chin up, and focus on you.  And make sure that you can walk in those shoes… because you need to walk away from this person. Quickly.

    Though it’s March, by the end of the talk with my father (in which he spoke and I attentively listened with a Chicago detective frozen on the television screen in the background) I had another New Year’s resolution for myself (… it’s never too late to be resolute!)… I would learn to put myself first.  And I would have to understand that there was nothing selfish about that.  I hope that you can do the same.

  • SOFT & FEMININE BLACK

    SOFT & FEMININE BLACK

    The sun finally decided to make it’s first appearance of Spring.  Sunshine makes me productive… so I decided to get some serious work done (my business, Elysium of Santa Barbara, has been keeping me busy!)… but the first sunshine of Spring also mandates the wearing of a mini-dress…you can keep the look soft and classy by wearing a dress with a loose fit and covering up  with some boots (the boots do double duty: 1. with a Spring breeze in the air, they keep you warm and 2. boots add a bit of attitude to your look… no need to be too sweet!).

  • WINTER WRAPPED FIRST DAY OF SPRING

    WINTER WRAPPED FIRST DAY OF SPRING

    Hat, Gap. Pearl Necklace, F21. Pocket Watch Necklace, Vintage (Grandma's jewelry). Silhouette cardigan, Kersh. Collared pinstripe shirt, Leggings, and Boots, Wet Seal.

    The first day of Spring is full of flowers in bloom, light showers, dappled sunlight, and baby birds… right? Wrong. Santa Barbara had a rainstorm (flash flood warnings and all) in mind.  Without much of a real excuse all Winter to break out my cozy clothes, I saw this as an opportunity to wear a knit cap and playful cardigan.  Wearing (mildly im-)practical puddle jumping boots, a pinstriped oxford, leggings, and layered necklaces helped to distract from the drizzly chill in the air. I love how you can almost feel the crisp cold in these photographs.

     

  • A LOVE LETTER – TO MY SISTER

    A LOVE LETTER – TO MY SISTER


    {Not only is my sister an incredible person. She is g.o.r.g.e.o.u.s.}

    Ever wished you had received an old-fashioned love letter? Maybe you’re a total head-in-the-clouds romantic… but, get real. We live in the age of the text message and the emoticon (Today’s love letter goes a little something like this: “You look hott babe ;)”)… Maybe you’ve been fortunate enough to receive one (he must have had an incredible… and likely uber-controlling… mother).  Why don’t you take some control and write one.  No no no… not to him.  To her.  If we’ve been living correctly, we all have a “her” (or many!) in our lives.  She could be your mother (you can tell her anything/everything and she loves you unconditionally).  Your sister (my love letter {well, love list} to her is below… keep reading!).  Your best friend(s). A co-worker. A professor/mentor/boss.  Whomever.  If she has inspired you, been there for you, made you laugh, etc…. take the time to write her a love letter.  Chances are… she’s always wanted one, too (we’re all a bit ditzy when it comes to love). So… make it happen. She deserves it.


    {My little sis dressed as a bride, left, and me (I’ve always had a thing for tiaras)… We have a wonderful love story}

    To My Little Sister,

    I wanted to let you know how very much you are loved.  I’m not saying this for any particular reason, other than I think you should know how incredibly wonderful you are and that someone in your life (namely, me… your big sister and best friend for the past twenty-four years) feels overwhelmingly grateful for you.  The top seven reasons that you are WONDERFUL are as follows:

    1. You are the ultimate Happy Hour date.  You always have fun and interesting things to say.  You never turn down a $5 blood orange margarita.  You eat the chips with me (as opposed to other, less cool, carb-obsessed women).  You are a fantastic listener when a few too many of the aforementioned margaritas enter my system and cause me to go on a miniature tequila induced verbal tirade.  You say wise things and silly things.  I like when you say wise silly things.  Overall, you’re the perfect date: You come prepared with funny stories, random facts, and unusual jokes (see number 3 below). You pretty much always offer to pay the bill (silly girl. you know that’s not going to happen on my watch!).  You also always look incredible and dress perfectly for the location/occasion (see number 2).

    2. You are major Arm Candy. You are a total knockout. Just as a man feels proud to have a looker in his company, so do I (how cool am I? Yes, I get to hang out with a total beauty each and every day).  You have legs for days, hair Rapunzel would envy, and a (totally genuine) mega-watt smile.  The best part about you is that you turn heads and never even notice (but I do. And I’m protective. You know this. Warning to the men: if you look at my little sister for too long, I am not responsible for my reaction).  You are the kind of beautiful that is rarely attainable because you have a beauty that is all wrapped up in sweet, innocent, wonderful humility.

    3. You are funnier than Penn & Teller.  Wait, which one is the one that doesn’t speak in the act? You’re funnier than that one. I’m kidding, love muffin, you know that.  The funniest part about you is that you think you are totally un-funny.  You pause before the punch line in a joke, worried that you’ll mess it up.  That’s. the. best. part.  It is your delivery (so very unique to you) that makes you unbelievably funny.  You can make me laugh like crazy at any given moment. And your facial expressions when you’re trying to be funny?  Don’t even get me started.  They. kill. me.

    4. You are an Unapologetic Romantic.  Thank you for putting up with my cynical (i.e. realistic) view on love.  But, above all else, thank you for keeping my mind (and the minds of those around you) just a little bit wrapped up in the Disney Princess mentality.  In this day and age, where it’s totally “uncool” to be super in love with love… you just are.  You are open to love and all the possibilities that it has to offer.  You believe in Prince Charming. And violins. And slow dancing. And Cupid. Thank you for really truly believing in these things.  What a gift you are to the rest of us. Your attitude has an effect that is the equivalent of handing a young woman a tiny thread tied to a little love balloon floating high up in the sky.

    5. You have a memory like the Sphinx. (I know there is no indication that the Sphinx has a great memory… he’s essentially a huge lump of sand. But odds are high that if there were a myth written about him… his sharp and unwielding memory would be mentioned.) I so admire your ability to memorize everything. Remember when (duh, of course you do) you thought you couldn’t do well in your Astronomy course because you had to remember so many different (and, well, incredibly trivial) things? And then you got an A+. Not just an A. The professor took the time to put a + on there.  You memorized everything perfectly. That leads me to a sub-point of why I love you: you can do anything. And always do. And always start off thinking that you can’t. I remember when you went to college and you were super nervous. You thought you wouldn’t do well.  Fast forward to your graduation: You are magna cum laude at your university (and yet you still tell people you aren’t smart. Guess what? You’re right. You’re not smart. You’re a genius.)… So, maybe number 5 should have been titled: You are a Genius like the Sphinx (I’m sure his high level of intelligence would have also been mentioned in the hypothetical myth written about him).

    6. It’s easy to hold hands with you. Super easy. I think about that day in preschool when the teachers separated us across an imaginary line that they drew down the center of the playground (I was 4. You were 2. It is my first clear childhood memory).  They moved us to either side of the line and pried our tiny little hands apart (I still see it happening. In slow motion. Maybe you do, too. Being dramatic runs in our family.).  They told us that it wasn’t healthy for us to spend so much time together (we’re sisters you ridiculous preschool teachers!) and that we needed to play with the other children on our newly assigned sides of the playground.  I remember looking across the imaginary line at your tiny little crying face and I decided that it was the first time I would actively disobey an adult.  I grabbed your hand and we ran (terrified) across the playground into the tiny playhouse that the grown-ups couldn’t get into. They were so mad. But it didn’t matter. You were smiling. And we were holding hands. I love that your hand is always there for me to hold. Mine is always just a reach away if you need it.

    7. You love your out-of-control and completely untrained Golden Retriever. You never trained him. You said you tried, but everyone who truly knows you also knows that you didn’t try. And we know why. You didn’t want to affect his true nature. You loved him for exactly who he was born to be and you wanted him to be happy.  Even though he bites people (your explanation: that’s how he tells you that he loves you!). You are the most empathetic person that I know. You cry at other people’s stories when they went through something sad, heartbreaking, or scary. You laugh and smile when someone else has had a success. You have the most beautiful heart.

    So. I love you. For many reasons. I thought I’d get you started with seven of them. I admire you and aspire to possess so many of your incredible qualities. You are a beautiful, wonderful, incredible woman and I am blessed to call you my sister. And my best friend.

     

     

  • RECIPE TO TRY – CHILI, JALAPENO CHEDDAR CORNBREAD MUFFINS, & HONEY WHIPPED BUTTER

    RECIPE TO TRY – CHILI, JALAPENO CHEDDAR CORNBREAD MUFFINS, & HONEY WHIPPED BUTTER

    In a word (or two… okay, three): ultimate comfort food. There is nothing I love more than comfort food.  My daddy is a Texan… so it’s in my blood that the ultimate comfort food is chili and cornbread.  I whipped up the whole meal in literally 10 minutes (leave it to simmer for at least an hour and a half, though… chili is all about the simmer).  I used a ridiculously simple recipe (find it here).  Then I used some basic cornbread mix and threw some diced jalapenos and cheddar cheese into the batter.  I cooked up the cornbread muffins in my Babycakes maker (my obsession is highlighted here).  The honey whipped butter is literally as easy as it sounds (whip honey into some butter, sweetheart. See? Easy.)… There is nothing glamourous about chili (as you can see with my oh-so-simple and totally-not-glamourous pics)… but there is something so ridiculously satisfying about it.  And, of course, the ultimate Meal for Your Man (or, come on, just for your wonderful self!) testament is the review from… well, a man.  My man tester’s words {after a long “Mmmmmm”}: “This is my second favorite chili ever.  My mom’s is the best, of course” (smart answer)… For such a simple recipe, I was thrilled with the compliment. Oh, and he ate (at least) five muffins. I consider it a success.  So, get simmerin’… you. will. love. this.

  • BLACK PASTEL

    BLACK PASTEL

    Vest, Twelve by Twelve. Dress, F21. Shoes, Boutique in the Hard Rock Hotel in Las Vegas.

    The most fabulous part of hitting mid-week? Mid-week Happy Hour with the girls.  For an occasion that’s not quite an afternoon affair… and may or may not trickle into the evening… it’s best to keep the look light and soft… but with a bit of edge.  The chiffon, pastel print, and baby doll cut of the dress are balanced with the black vest and black patent leather shoes… both all tied up with black cords.  Soft makeup and hair with volume show that you put in effort to look good for your {gorgeous} friends!