Lauren Manoogian makes beautiful jewelry out of unexpected materials like plastics and paper clips.
Available for purchase online at Pour Porter and Bona Drag.
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Bleh. Just coming down from a bout with the flu. Things are not good — well, they could be better.
Trying to keep a chin up…
A Hairy Subject: Hair
MOST ANYONE THAT KNOWS ME would likely, probably describe me to a stranger in several words: “Curly hair” and “short.” I think that most people that don’t know my name think of me as, “That girl with curly hair” (sometimes the word “petite” is tossed in there for good measure). The word “curly” will always be a descriptive, and I like that. A lot.
The problem is, curly hair is the most bittersweet thing. It’s a blessing, as one of my customers told me today, “Your hair is gorgeous. Natural, I bet. God bless it.” On many occasions I’ve had strangers approach me in public, ask to touch it, and stroke it before I can give them a yes or no answer (I would probably say “no”…because it’s usually STRANGE!) And of course there’s the classic “Is that natural?” always followed by, “My daughter/niece/best friend’s sister has curly hair…” (to which I never know how to respond). What’s un-cool about curly hair is you shed. A LOT. I can’t escape it. Other people get to enjoy/stroke it, but I have to carry this hot mess on my head all day, every day—and it’s a hot, hairy and highly frizzified mess.
I’m starting to think all good things must come to an end—or, in my case, split ends.
Should I cut it really short? Judges? My last cut was in March and it’s getting dangerously gnarly.
Recyclination
Recyclination: The inclination to recycle.
Holly and I started a recycling blog as an assignment for one of our classes. The task was to design a project that explores the idea of making our university greener. We decided to create our blog and advertise it around campus, as well demonstrate the dent that “just two people” can make in the game of recycling. We feel that often times the act of recycling is not given a fair chance because an individual might assume, “I’m just me, just one person, and this one bottle that I throw in the trash isn’t going to matter.” So from now until December, we’ll be saving recyclables from their displacement in trash cans, parking lots—whatever crosses our paths—then returning them to their rightful recycling bin. We’ll be keeping track of how much we collect and posting photographs of our finds each day. We’ll be glorified bag ladies. We’ll probably get dirty looks. But by the end of our project, if all goes as planned, we hope to shed light on how much two people in one community can, in fact, make a difference.
Check out our project at http://recyclination.tumblr.com/
Ah, Yes.
Noteworthy: What?
Fall = favorite season, yesterday = most glorious scenery of year
Mom sent me a package of Halloween Oreos = delish
Life is (somewhat) organized = sweet, cool
Fall break is just a hop, skip + jump away = SIGH
—and—
The boy-frand comes to visit in a week = !!!!!!!!
Glorious.
Some days
cannot come
soon enough
Be bold
Be thankful
Be quiet
Be original
Be spontaneous
Be punctual
Be a star
Be young
Be loving
Be crazy
Be loud
Be random
Be adorable
Be unique
Be daring
Be obnoxious
Be yourself
—On the back of the card my mom sent me today
A wise man once told me this…
…I sure hope so.
Letters to a Canine in the Sky
Dear Willow,
I’m going to make this snappy because I don’t know how well you can read, and I also know you’ve got more important things on your agenda (bone-digging, barking, scratching, sniffing, tail-chasing…you get the picture). What I’m trying to say is, you’re repaired now. You can pounce and prance in fields of Beggin’ Strips and pork chop rinds, and chase rabbits to your hearts’ content—and where you’re at, you’ll always catch them. There are never thunderstorms to scare you to sleepless nights. You don’t even have to beg, you can straight up eat anything. And there are walks—you’d better believe there are W-A-L-K-S!
More significantly, I’d like to thank you for being real. Yeah, you were a bitch sometimes, but that was just a front. You put up with the bad haircuts, the costumes, the days we left you for vacation. You smiled often and unintentionally. You had black lips…beautiful, fuzzy black lips.
You gave nearly 11 glorious years to Family Christen and everyone that knew you. Now I’m crying giant, salty tears onto my new laptop for you. You’re probably panting at me. It’s okay. It’s okay.
Stay fly, sweet lady. Your glory will resonate my whole life through.
Love your sister from another mister,
Jenny
Willow Maple Christen
10 January 2000 — 13 September 2010
May the road rise to meet you.
May the wind always be at your tail
May the sun shine warm upon your furry face,
and rains fall soft upon your whiskers.
And until we meet again,
May God hold your paw in the palm of His hand
Until we meet again…
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