Why is something called a "cleaner" if it's for the bathtub, but a "cleanser" if it's for my face?
Compliments on handknits mean even more if they come from someone who doesn't know I'm a knitter and that I might have made it myself.
Compliments on handknits mean the MOST when they come from the designer.
Why is it that two people can have the same exact diet, but said diet can affect their digestive systems in opposite ways?
I have concluded that the reason mothers and tween/teen daughters typically have such a hard time with each other is b/c they are each in an incredibly hormonal time of life, characterized by radical, often rapid, mood swings - perimenopause and puberty/adolescence, respectively.
Losing weight is the easy part. Changing my thinking about food, my body, myself is the hard part and will probably keep me busy until the day I die.
When I was a teenager, I felt guilty for being white. I've since accepted it.
When I was in my 20's and 30's I felt guilty for never having truly suffered in my life. I don't feel that way any more.
At some point in my 20's, I started feeling like a very boring person with a very boring life. I enjoyed my day-to-day life, but when I described it, it sounded rather mundane and uninteresting. I've now lived enough of life and gone through enough that I believe Coco Chanel was right when she said that a woman doesn't begin to become interesting till she hits 40. I've also been blessed with many opportunitites to do some pretty cool stuff - sailing in Mexico twice, multiple trips to Singapore, my sample knitting & design work that has appeared in books (one currently out, two coming next year), a magazine, and printed patterns, the public speaking I've done related to the loss of our son Paul, having my story published in Knitty in 2005, etc.
I'll take a rough day with my kids over a great day at the office ANY day. Motherhood is definitely more my calling than any of my "career path" jobs were.
Knitters as a whole are pretty cool people and amazingly generous.
Even in our darkest moments, I have never regretted marrying Hubby or wondered if I made a mistake in doing so. I feel really sad for women who have those doubts.
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