Here we go!
She didn’t ask her class how they thought her baby would come out. Kindergartner’s take it upon themselves to make a connection from whatever the subject of the moment is to the subject of the moment on their mind. And, these kids are constantly thinking about babies because, well, my sister the kindergarten teacher is pregnant.
In what reminded me of the scene from the (classic) movie Kindergarten Cop, starring none other than our California Governator, my sister relayed how, in a discussion about the letter D and how D is for “Doctor” the conversation quickly turned.
One child is certain that the doctor’s will “rip her open and take her guts out” another one corrected, that no, (and my sister relays the statement as this girl did with some serious one-up attitude) “hello, the baby comes out of her mouth.” The third child had it correct that the baby comes from “down there” but his graphic “bleeeeeeehhhhhhhhhh” vocal description and frantic hand gesturing in generally the anatomically correct area, was a little too much for the already nervous first-time-mother-to-be Intellectual debate terminated.
So I have these super sensitive feet. Thin skinned see-through Irish feet. I am not just blister-prone, I am a blister-factory. No joke. If 1000 people write 5-star reviews on Zappos about the supreme comfort of a pair of innocent looking shoes, I am #1 to get a nasty walk-inhibiting blister.
Point being, I care about comfort. Another point, slightly off-topic, is that Zappos.com rocks my world. But back to the topic of newness:
New boots, new shoes, new anything = discomfort for me.
And it follows, or leads or whatever, for life generally.
So, I am officially moving to my studio in SF this weekend. I had been looking for months for the perfect apartment, but found excuses not to pull the trigger on every single one. Too small, too large (I seriously said this about a place that was 600 sq feet) wrong location, too many Art Institute students, etc. etc. And I can pretend I wasn’t half aware the entire time that my excuses were thinly veiled means of avoiding commitment to this new place. Coupled with a fea that I had overhyped the whole idea of San Francisco in my head to the point where nothing would be good enough.
Anyhow, as is my nature. I stood in analysis paralysis for months, and then – BAM – walked in to a place, walked out five seconds later and signed a lease.
So, I am really moving. Like, officially on the hook for this place for a year.
And although I haven’t measured (how could I in the five seconds total that I actual stood in this place), I am pretty certain it is in fact LESS than 400 square feet large. So this will be both an exercise in creative use of space, and a forced fake-it-till-you-make-it attempt at comfort with newness.
Posts will follow with pics of the new space and attempts at both closet organization and room division (I work from home this teeny places needs to include an office!!)
Recently, as I have been prowling Craigslist for my own little 400sq feet of heaven, I am simultaneously tabbed on the Apartment Therapy blog.
This particular home tour: Natalie’s house tour SF made me feel a) anything about 400 sq feet is a mansion! – and b) excited about paring down my stuff in the most manicured-eclectic way to create this killer “I live in a chic hotel ” feel. Which, I think will not only brighten my own perspective on the whole space-challenge, but also serve a fun “getaway” spot for my family when I am not around.
I also like the way that Katie here: Katie’s house tour SF talks about using the living space for her accessories with such limited storage. Another new way to organize the closet — use other spaces!!
which will be used both to divide a room and to expand closet/storage!
Here’s how I used the Expedit shelves in my current (larger) place (sorry, thought I had a better pic):
The grass is always greener on the other side. Or, rather, the closet is always larger and more organized in someone else’s house.
I envisioned as a younger woman that every time I moved, I’d be moving to bigger and better closets (okay, you get the metaphor). And, all cards on the table, I romanticized that by this age I’d be into nesting and building a home and a life with someone else.
Not the case.
Here I am at 27, having recently purchased a house in my home town of Sacramento – a house with 1800 square feet and ample closet space I may add, ready to pack back up again and move to <400 sq feet in San Francisco.
I want to live in San Francisco.
Oh, and, despite best efforts to remain blissfully anti-relationship during my tenure here in Sac-town, I’ve found myself a man. A good one.
And yet still I am still barreling down this path that I’ve chosen, packing boxes and telling my new boyfriend that – hello – lots of people can make long distance work, it’s a modern arrangement!
Since when did life become location,location, location? What do I expect from San Francisco?
I fear that LA did this to me. Gave me this insatiable desire for the bigger and better that may never exist, simultaneously giving me a negative account balance and intense anxiety over my looks.
I’ve found some semblance of normal here in Sacramento. My family, a slower pace, parking spaces, a kitchen worth cooking in, and … closet space.
I’ve been perusing closet organization sites to whip myself back in shape for apartment living. And I came to this one from realsimple.com that is revolutionary, and, well, simple in a why-didnt-I-think-of-that kind of way. I’ve always organized by color or by category and never been very happy with how that works for me. This idea will help me to “shop my closet” to bring out some of those never-worn pieces and still save time. Check this idea out:
And, one more little tip I loved since my boots always find their way back to the floor. These inexpensive boot hangers (idea is from Apartment Therapy, thank you!!) will be hanging in my next closet. One step closer to closet nirvana.
It goes without saying that there are no stilettos at work if you are a Kindergarten teacher. And a stripper is likely reducing her tips in flats.
I am a 5’11” female. So, naturally, my boot and shoe collection consists of flats and 2-3″ heels to stand out but not over. Although, who am I kidding, I still stand over.
I’d like to be one of those girls that rocks the 5″ heels on a daily basis. I look at the petite ladies who do with some serious envy on days that I am feeling the full effect of my three-standard-deviations-above-average height.
I’ve had dreams where I wear 10″ heels to a meeting and see myself in this dream as if it were a movie scene, in the third person, with a head off-screen and everyone straining to to look at this monster of a woman.
I don’t like to feel like a freak-show.
But I LOVE tall heels.
So, about a year ago I found a wonderful outlet to exercise (literally) my love of heels in a totally sexy and self-empowering way. S-Factor: http://www.sfactor.com/ is the brainchild of an actress who played the part of a stripper and found herself in the best shape of her life while preparing for the role.
I found myself confident, in-shape, and the proud owner of gold 6″ stripper heels And, you know what? I’ve started to add more heel in my shoe collection. Male ego be damned.