Experimenting with new concepts for a fall line, I came up with "roxy in ruffles".
I have been hoarding this lovely piece of paisley vintage for a while, but decided to part with it to create truly a one-of-a-kind, chic-meets-autumn piece.
Something in the paisley speaks to me and carries the comfort of a grandfathers tie or the wallpaper in a stately smoking room. The asymmetrical ruffle brings timeless feminism.
While more ruffled roxy bags are sure to come, this one may always be my favorite. Upon it's final stitches, I was completely taken, and might I say in LOVE.
I have long claimed that Facebook is just people shoving themselves down your throat. I, just yesterday however, silenced my own bitching by deleting my Facebook page.
I'm sorry if it seems old fashioned, but I think "social networking" is only important with the people you can call, any time, day or night. And more importantly, the people who truly love you.
I honestly can't come up with a good excuse of why my page lasted as long as it did. I rarely updated, was irritated when people would try to chat online and was even pissed off when true friends would use the page to send me a message. I have made it pretty clear to all those important to me that I don't communicate with loved ones online, but it's hard to enforce when you leave the avenue open.
Feeling a sense of liberation over the past 48 hours, I have received several messages from Facebook saying "there's still time to save your profile...simply log in within the next 14 days and you can regain your account information and your friend list."
To Facebook I say, "NO THANK YOU". I will not be turning back.
Also, as of this week, Jahred and I will be canceling one of our cell phones and we will be sharing a line. I have to say I'm excited to be saving the $50 per month and I hope it will create a deeper sense of family. I always thought it was strange that when people wanted to get a hold of us they would have to pick which one. Call me crazy, but it's rather insulting. Perhaps if America went back to the 1 phone per household, marriages may not have so many secrets.
For those of you that are on my real "friend list", you don't need to send a secret request for me to "ignore" or "confirm", you don't need to state how we know each other, and we may not have any "mutual friends" but you know how you can reach me, and you know I'm always here. If for some reason you get Jahred, don't fret, I'm probably reading, hugging a tree or knitting...because you know what I'm NOT doing (hint: facebook).
Sometimes the best sort of liberation, is the kind you give yourself.
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