These ladies most certainly rock
These ladies most certainly rock
Perhaps I did not have the most “normal” Mom. I don’t really know if a normal mom exists but mine is pretty kick-ass, nonetheless. I can’t imagine having one of those normal moms. It sounds terrible. Thanks mom for never being normal.
Thanks Moms for without you, we would all not be here and most of us would be much worse people without one. I’m thankful for the ladies who embrace being a mom and love doing it. I have no interest in the whole affair but I’m glad someone is and loving it. Moms come in all shapes and sizes, biological or not.
Moms- Thank you for all you do, all you’ve done and I look forward to crossing paths with the great people you all made. Cheers.
An ironic but a purposeful choice of quote. Yesterday I choose to be silent on social media as my part on International Women’s Day, a sort of, “Be careful what you wish for”. Every woman should be a feminist and want to celebrate women but it’s the not women voices that make a real difference. Stay with me.
It’s the people who are not women that make it all more possible for equality. If protests have taught me anything, it’s when the people who are not being oppressed see the ludicrousness that real change starts to happen. It’s not about being for one sex over another, it’s simply recognizing we are both people and its fucking stupid not to stand up for the rights of another human being.
Happy belated International Women’s Day, bitches
She was born from a time when women where suppose to leave the music and the dark clubs to men. Sister Rosetta Tharpe forged herself a place in history as a black woman who could play louder and better when her race and her gender were suppose to say silent and dumb.
Her inability to remain silent speaks to the idea that the light will always surface, unfettered by the muck weighing them down. The roads that seem impossible, will be filled with others who will not remain silent; The longer we choose that path, the more will see that path as viable. Unacceptance of the status quo comes in many forms. Find yours.
She made history with a fucking guitar, that’s all
As a business owner I have to be aware of what side my business takes, if any. There was a point that I struggled with how much to reveal. Do I keep my brand separate from me as a person? Do I swear as a brand? Because as a person, I swear a whoooole lot. Do I have separate instagram accounts? Where does my brand start and I as a person, end?
I went back and forth on this many times. It all changed after an article on Startup Fashion (tried to find to no avail), I finally chose. The article read if I were to be honest (and I am honestly a person who says fuck) and if I was looking to keep my brand authentic, I would use my own voice. Authentic attracts authentic. I love creating in my house and making things but I always struggle with the marketing aspect. It makes me feel silly, pushy and fake. When I feel things are fake I lose interest as a brand and a consumer. I have no time for inauthenticity.
So onto where I’m really heading. In the last few
weeks months year our political climate is mirroring our actual climate; Shit is getting pretty scary. I have had to choose a side, not such a hard choice. I had to choose my level of involvement and where I feel comfortable posting my opinions and my involvements.
I’ve had to make some choices. My facebook has 2 sides my brand & me as a person. Pretty easy choice as far as that goes. My personal facebook posts are filled with scathing political rants. My brand remains filled with posts about art, women, and relatively passive posts. I have 1 Twitter and 1 Instagram. My original thought was I didn’t want to deal with 2 separate accounts and don’t post enough on either to support 2 accounts. My Twitter account is mostly brand stuff with my personal mixed in. My Instagram is brand stuff but much more personal. Then as the political climate heated up, much like our changing climate -how poetic. My social media has taken a turn.
As I got more involved, I got more pissed. Partially fueled by my anger at what has become normal, partially decided by it was becoming harder to hide.
I knew my choices as a consumer were becoming more defined by companies and the stances they took. I cheered when a designer upon getting an order from Ivanka Trump also let her know her purchase would be going right into the Hillary Clinton campaign. I would simply be a hypocrite if I hid myself. So here the fuck I am.
I am a woman business owner who refuses to let my country be sacrificed to a dictator and all his little whims. This election was fucking bloody.
We are all in a mortal battle for all that is right and wrong and it goes far beyond political parties. A madman fed on the anger of a nation and is selling them what they think they wanted, someone to blame.
Nope doesn’t sound at all familiar….
The majority spoke. The majority was ignored. Our country is sick. The people who show up on the street, people who refuse to not sit back and watch the ugliness from their TVs are the fucking heros. We have a lot of true life heroes these days. Good thing because we have a hell of a lot of villains. I am so tired of “my side” as being classified as lazy, whiny and jobless.
I will be on the front lines. I will be loud. I will get into uncomfortable conversations with those I love as well as complete strangers. I don’t fucking care if someone has no interest in buying from my business because I think all people have the same rights and that I care about life, not just while it’s in the womb. If you want to know where I stand, ASK. I will most certainly tell you. I will not be silent, muted or uninvolved.
My business is my child and I refuse to raise a child that has no opinion-
In fact, that bitch is fucking pissed.
Make choices. Make decisions. Don’t let your laziness, support your apathy.
Don’t let those choices solely be made by others’ because you feel you mean too little.
And yes, shopping is voting.
Vote for the business practices you want to support.
Personally, I could only ever support a candidate that supports local businesses, manufacturing locally and sourcing locally and above all ETHICALLY
Actions always speak louder than words
Alice in Wonderland has always held a fascination for me. I adored the classic cartoon as a kid. I wanted to stroll through a giant garden of singing flowers, even if only to be kicked out. I was heartbroken as my middle school presented Alice -the musical and my complete lack of being able to carry a tune made me not even an option for my beloved Alice. My silent appearance as a less vocal dancing card was a much better fit though also soul-deflating. In an obvious delayed retaliation to the unfairness of my impaired singing ability, I was forced years later by my added teenage angst to paint my self portrait as Alice falling down the rabbit hole. Don’t worry, I do not let my complete lack of singing ability stop me from singing … And loudly. I am sorry
This story is so amazing and the photos are all so beautiful. I just adore this visually and what a lovely story.
This entry is dedicated to my mom in honor of her birthday. She loves and cares for every single animal completely unconditionally. She is the woman who taught me how to embrace the things that may make me seem extra crazy to everyone else. Thanks Mom for making everything more fun from chasing ducks on a frozen lake in a blizzard, to throwing cats in a van, to watching you herd your vulture with a broom so I could look at your fancy chickens. To the woman who has made me find laughter everywhere; You’ve given all my stories more color.
No, Mom do not get a lion.
…And the title- those are her words right before the prairie dog attacked me… True story.
And yesterday was a doozy. Doing a video interview is not exactly my choice of a way to spend a Sunday. It was actually kinda terrifying for me but in the end, not that bad….I hope. The people involved certainly made for an easy and ALMOST fun experience. Of course me being me I thought of way better things to say today. Stay tuned for more info.
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