A Face to Call Home

Saturday, September 22, 2012

      Five years ago, we did this.  I still do! 


     images courtesy Gabriel Mann Photography

The Boys Are Back in Town

Thursday, September 20, 2012


Football's back! After years of denying it, I've finally come to terms with it. I'm a sports fan. While I do have a limit, I confess that some of my favorite times are spent enjoying a football or basketball game with my husband and kitties. Sometimes it gets all a bit too intense for me though. Like when there are 0.08 seconds to make a play to tie, win, or rule the world. It is all very make or break and stresses me out. Nothing is a sure thing. 

I played sports in my youth, but never really liked the pressure of making a play. What if I did the wrong thing? Or nothing at all? Maybe I take it way too personally. As a viewer, I sometimes even feel sick and then start worrying about players. I know -- worrying about guys who are so talented, so lucky to live their dream, and so rich! Even still, I want to know if they stay up at night knowing they aren't fan favorites. If they care about being booed. Or that they may be entering their "golden years" as an athlete. While it is just a game, it also isn't. It's someone's life and how they've defined themselves. It is an athletic community that we, as spectators, have included ourselves in. "We're going to be fine. We're making a comeback. We're going to win." I want everyone to be happy, and sometimes, when I'm watching two teams I like, I want both teams to win. I'm still trying to figure out a way for that to happen. No luck as of yet, but I will keep you posted. 

Who are you rooting for this season? Or are you already wishing for it to be over?

image via Cambridge Bears

I Love You, KIN V73

Wednesday, September 19, 2012


live yoga.

KIN V73. Holistic Movement. Whatever -- I love you. After several years away from a class setting, I decided to tiptoe back to a neighboring community college for the fall semester. For fitness! I've been toying with the idea for years, but kept putting it off for various reasons. Finally, I got tired of my own excuses and made it happen. The class is a great outlet for me and keeps me committed to my fitness goals, as anyone can get a bit sidetracked from time to time. This is the first time I've ever been accountable to anything fitness related -- I prefer to work out on my own. It is a nice comfort to find a rhythm. Have you ever met someone and connected so well that you wonder how you ever were without them before? Well, that's how I feel about this class. I never knew it before, but now, I don't know how I did without it. It has re-inspired me to explore my interests in yoga, pilates, and ballet. 

It's strangely comforting to know that I am supposed to be in this particular place every Monday and Wednesday evening. For the next three months anyway. Tucked away in the cozy, small gymnasium with creaky wood floors and basketball hoops. In a strange way, it feels slightly reminiscent of nap time in preschool -- we all show up with our mats, dim the lights, turn on music, and feel rested, energized and refreshed upon departure. I wonder where this class was while I was attending university -- it probably would've calmed me down a lot. Or maybe not. I probably wouldn't have been able to enjoy it the way I do now. For the first time in my entire life, I'm taking a course credit/no credit. And while I still secretly desire a letter grade (I'm such a nerd), I'm learning to let it go. This is not a contest. This is for me. And I'm giving myself a pass.

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Back to the Start

Monday, September 17, 2012

After years of start and stop, continuous indecision of yes, no, and maybe so, I feel like I can finally begin.

via White Dulcet


Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Hello My Name Is - Retro Style Letterpress Graphic Design Nametags - Set of 30Hello, hello! Oh, little space, little place. We are going to be great friends. I just know it. Like all friendships, ours must be built upon honesty and trust. Let's jump right in...

I confess I’ve never been much of a journaler. While the whole idea is appealing to me, and I have tried during countless phases of my life, it just didn’t seem to stick. More often than not, I didn't feel like I had anything particularly juicy or scandalous to catalog or detail under lock and key. However, when the impulse to write strikes, I typically resort to scribbling random thoughts on old Whole Foods receipts and dilapidated yellow Post-its hidden deep within the messy depths that, unfortunately, is the permanent state of my purse. That hasn’t worked out too well. Especially because those little gems and musings are often lost within the said depths of the treacherous purse. Vicious cycle. So. Here I am, trying a new form of journaling – a collection of seemingly random little bits, pieces, thoughts and inspirations that have come to define and inspire my little slice of life in equally big and small ways. A living record of who I am, who I’ve been, and whom I long to become. Yikes. I’m equally nervous and excited about this new endeavor, and look forward to what it will bring.

Retro Style Letterpress Nametags via Three Steps Ahead on Etsy