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For some of us, Daylight Savings Time was this Sunday. I hate losing an hour, but I love when we gain it back! So to celebrate my favorite way to have my body's internal clock totally fucked with, I thought I'd round up some awesome clocks.
We've got wall clocks that are decorative and some that pull double-duty. We've got water-powered alarm clocks. And clocks that are art, or art that is a clock. Either way, all of these made me go "Oh COOL!" So if you're looking for a new way to tell time, check out these guys…
About a year ago my whirlwind romance began with a marriage and now we're talking (more or less) amicably about divorce. Now we're dealing with the stress of doing a military divorce, which state do we file in, how to divide the bills, and how do we even begin to address a new version of a relationship or dare I say it, friendship?
After a few tense conversations, with some flat-out arguments involving a harsh word or two, we've decided to be friendlies, and to call a cease fire. And now I'm left in this no-man's land of we-still-live-together but we're not really "together."
For the most part we live out our lives as roommates, he takes out our fur babies, and I do the laundry. We don't sleep in the same bed, but we do hang out as normal friends who just so happened to be legally bound (at least for a little while longer) to include ordering Chinese and arguing over Netflix.
After we sign the paperwork, where do we go from here? Do we drift apart as adults and friends usually do or stay involved in each other's lives? Can we ever get past "what might have been" and move on to "this is where/who we are now"? -Ang
We definitely talked about this topic over on Offbeat Bride:
I come from deeply humble fashion roots. My parents are hippies for godsake, and I grew up in a mix of dirty hand-me-downs my parents dug up, cheap stuff from Sears, and frilly dresses gifted from my grandma. I preferred the frilly dresses, and my mom had to bribe me to wear pants by telling me that they made me look tall.
Just before I started fourth grade, my folks asked me what clothes I wanted for the school year. I shrugged and replied that my favorite outfit was a lilac polyester sweat suit from Sears, and really all I wanted was several more of those. And so I spent all of fourth an fifth grade in rotating lilac sweatshirts and sweatpants. That was all I wore for two years. Thankfully, I eventually came out of this phase, and after 25 years or so, found my way to a sense of style that feels comfortable and authentic. Here are the rules I live by. What are yours?
1. Comfort is king.
Ok, I moved out of my lilac sweatpants phase, but retained one truth from that era: if you're not comfortable, nothing else matters. Uncomfortable usually equals unflattering. Pants that dig into your love-handles and make a muffin-top? Uncomfortable and ugly. Tight shirts that ride up and expose your lower back and belly? Cold and unflattering. Your clothing needs to be comfortable both physically and emotionally. You should feel good in your clothes. Confused sometimes ("Did I really put a skirt on as a poncho?"), but good.
2. Style isn't about clothing — it's about confidence
Who doesn't like test tubes and fire? No one, I tells ya. I thought these DIY lighting projects came out pretty cool, so I figured I'd teach you how to make them, so you can learn from my many mistakes.
Notes from my husband on my writing.
Since the beginning of my sexual awakening (or when my high school boyfriend put his hands down my pants), I loved sex. I love having it, discussing it, learning about it, advocating for it, and the list goes on. It fascinates me. I wouldn't say I reach any kind of nymphomaniac levels but my libido and sexual curiosity and enthusiasm are all pretty high.
Along with sex, my other interests are TV shows, movies, and books. There is a particular workplace sitcom that I adore and almost exclusively write fanfic about. The bridge between these interests is not a long one, and soon I was writing erotic fan fiction.
I don't know how familiar you are with erotic fan fiction (think Fifty Shades of Grey except good, and starring your favorite fictional characters) or what it looks like or how it plays into your life. But from what I can tell, from the other fabulous writers and readers I know, it is kind of a private, secret thing. As for me, some of my friends know I write it. But no one in real life reads it or knows how much it means to me or how involved I am as much as my husband.
Yes, after (a little) personal deliberation, I told my husband that I was a fan fiction writer.
Guess what!? Offbeat Home is on Instagram now. If you haven't been following us there, you're missing out on half-naked photos of me fresh out of the shower. Okay okay, so it was just a post-shower photo of me in my awesome new Khaleesi robe. But you are missing out on stuff like…
This was a lunch I ate last week. It took less than 5 minutes.
You all know I don't cook, right? In my house, my husband Andreas does most of the cooking, vacillating between elaborate terrines and simple stir-fries. But whatever we eat, chances are very good that I had nothing to do with cooking it.
Last night, however, I cooked. Well, that's the thing: I didn't really cook. I prepared. Most of my cooking involves melting stuff or boiling stuff, and then artfully arranging stuff. Last night I actually baked stuff. Yes, I poked three potatoes with a fork, and put them in the oven. FOR AN HOUR! Thanks to my excellent fork-poking, the potatoes did not explode their skins in the oven.
Then, I diced half a tomato, some green pepper, and green onion. Then I boiled two pieces of corn. Then I put the potatoes on a plate, cut them open and put butter and the veggies on them with grated cheese. Corn went on plates, and just to make it fancy, I sliced a couple thin spikes of green pepper and arranged it carefully. Oh, and we each got half a pear sprinkled with cinnamon.
And that was it. Potato, corn, pear. But with some artful green pepper arranged on top! Unlike my parents (the people who tried to entice a child by calling lentil stew "poop soup") or Andreas ("it all looks the same in your stomach") I'm a big fan of the food always looking good. When it's pretty, it conveys the love.