Finally repaired the ring from my video the other day. Isn’t she a beauty? .
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Just a reminder in case your mind is playing tricks on you today: You matter. You’re important. You’re loved & your presence on this earth makes a difference whether you see it or not
I had to call Amazon customer service about my seller account and this guy.. English clearly wasn’t his first language and it was obvious he was reading from a script and it was like talking to a fucking robot.
He asked me for my billing address and I told him about ten times I had more than one and asked which one he wanted and he just kept asking for it over and over again until I spat out my Trinidad billing address.
Then he asked me if I had a U.S. billing address and I nearly lost it.
i can’t believe people do this to you on the regular. like, not to diminish how special it is to receive your amazing artwork, but it’s not like it is medicine or a live animal or something. if they were on such a critical timeline for getting it, like it’s a gift or something, that’s on them for not planning ahead enough!
No well the thing is sometimes stuff does get delayed and I can understand if you expect to receive something within X time and you don’t and I don’t have an issue with someone emailing me and saying Hey this hasn’t arrived yet.
BUT… when I ship it I send a tracking number and two websites that they can use to track it. And most of the time they don’t bother to track it before even contacting me. AND most of the times when they contact me it’s wayyyyyyyyy before the expected arrival date. So I’m always having to put out fires where there aren’t even any. And it just gets really exhausting after a while.
lately i’ve been replacing my “i’m sorry”s with “thank you”s, like instead of “sorry i’m late” i’ll say “thanks for waiting for me”, or instead of “sorry for being such a mess” i’ll say “thank you for loving me and caring about me unconditionally” and it’s not only shifted the way i think and feel about myself but also improved my relationships with others who now get to receive my gratitude instead of my negativity
Today is just one of those days where the weight of the effort to to deal with customers feels like too much.
Also, I don’t run the post office. Once it’s mailed it’s literally out of my hands. Like you get that right? That if your package is late it’s not my fault?
Some days I really feel just… tired of doing this.
My top three feminist exploitations of male-default language:
1. “Valar morghulis. All men must die.” “Yes, but we are not men.” – Daenerys, Game of Thrones
2. “No man can kill me!” “I am no man!!!!” – Eowyn, LotR: Return of the King
3. “God creates dinosaurs. God destroys dinosaurs. God creates man. Man destroys God. Man creates dinosaurs.” “Dinosaurs eat man. Woman inherits the earth.” – Dr. Ellie Sattler, Jurassic Park
you know whats weird?? guys are constantly being teased for being whipped by their gf’s for doing basic things like spending time w her and respecting her, but women who literally cook and clean up after their bfs and do everything for them to an unhealthy extent are just being ‘good girlfriends’ like isn’t there something wrong w that
I’d guess if people didn’t see you for a while and then saw you, they might notice/say something? If we see people day in and day out, it’s not as easy to notice. (maybe?)
nah I didn’t lose it slowly it came off quickly so it’s not been something they wouldn’t see.
So I’ve lost a noticeable amount of weight recently. And I can definitely see and feel the difference. But not a single person has mentioned it to me. And it was a little upsetting at first, but then I remembered that when I gained over 30lbs some years ago no one said anything to me about it either, and it was very obvious. So maybe my friends are just really polite.
A ring I did for a client. No I didn’t make it, I ordered it and had the stone set for her… I don’t know how to make that kind of jewelry. But it was what she wanted so I was happy to oblige. It’s so pretty and shiny it makes my wedding band look bleh.
My mom’s neighbour texted me the other day to ask me what was my number.
Oh Diedre…
Painful feelings are, by their very nature, temporary. They will weaken over time as long as we don’t prolong or amplify them through resistance or avoidance. The only way to eventually free ourselves from debilitating pain, therefore, is to be with it as it is. The only way out is through.
teacup what the fuck i just woke up why would you put this rIGHT AT THE TOP OF MY DASH
I believe that kindness is the universal language. When someone does something kind it is understood despite language barriers or cultural differences. We should really communicate with kindness more often.
When you plant seeds in the garden, you don’t dig them up every day to see if they have sprouted yet. You simply water them and clear away the weeds; you know that the seeds will grow in time. Similarly, just do your daily practice and cultivate a kind heart. Abandon impatience and instead be content creating the causes for goodness; the results will come when they’re ready.
We went to the birthday lime of one of Chris’s close friends from college tonight. As expected they reminisced a lot about that time in their lives, told a lot of funny stories.
Chris started college right after we broke up (I was already at university, he deferred for a few years and worked instead). It used to bother me hearing about that time in his life when I wasn’t there. He was my best friend. Apart from being my first love and my first boyfriend. And I was devastated when we broke up and he was no longer in my life.
But I get so much joy out of listening to those stories now. I love that I can connect with the people who knew him then as I knew him, young and carefree. And the birthday boy always reminds me that he heard about me then. That Chris told him all those years ago that I was the only person he’d ever marry. I have to admire my husband’s tenacity. I had no such illusions that we would ever get back together. But here we are. 18 years was worth the wait.
I was contacted by a local television show today that wants to do a feature segment on me and my jewelry. They wanted to shoot it tomorrow and the one thing on my mind was that I hadn’t dyed my hair in a week and a half and my roots were starting to show and tomorrow was too soon for me to get myself together.
I mean…
So anyway we’re going to shoot it next week instead. I’m psyched about it, but I’m more happy that I’ll have time to make myself presentable for television.
Since I moved my studio to my mom’s house I’ve hit a wall where it comes to setting it up.
I have to clear out my Dad’s stuff from what used to be his office before I can properly set up the studio. And I can’t seem to get moving on it anymore. I’ve been working using a makeshift setup and right now it seems that’s as far as I can go.
I have two desks in there I have to sell. Countless documents to go through. I then will have to get a work bench made for myself and then I can set it all up. It just feels like too much. What I really want to do is close the door and walk away.
Chris and I are going camping at the beach tomorrow and I’m really looking forward to it. I mean there’s gonna be a beach house right there so we will have amenities and whatnot, but we’re choosing to stay in a tent under the stars and I can’t wait.
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I just scrolled past two posts and I could not understand what the hell they were talking about and just when I started wondering if I was losing my command of the English language my head started hurting and I just knew my brain had finally kicked it and I was all prepared for to die and so I scrolled down while I was waiting to pass the time and something I read made sense and I guess that wasn’t an aneurysm after all.
You have to meet people where they are, and sometimes you have to leave them there.
Every time I hear a guy complain about how he isn’t gettin’ any, I am like “Hm, yup, you suck in bed, clearly.” Ditto with guys who complain about women not liking sex. No, buddy, they just do not like sex with YOU.
So they’re saying that Chris Cornell’s death was ruled a suicide by hanging.
As someone who has lost a very close relative in the same way, I have to say I really feel it for his family. It is so much harder to deal with a loved one’s passing when the way they passed was at their own hands.
And I hope Chris is finally at peace. Because anyone who would take their own life deserves all the empathy and compassion in the world for the amount of pain and suffering they must have been in to make such a choice.
So I was reading this advice column and this bride-to-be who was already sexually active was dreading the “big talk” from her mother (who presumed she was still a virgin) about the mechanics of sex and how to please a man in bed.
And it got me thinking. Do men ever get the big talk before getting married and does it EVER involve how to please a woman in bed?
I bet not.
I’ve heard from so many male friends about how their sex lives died after they got married and I remember thinking to myself, ok but do you actually please your wife in bed? One of them was an ex and if his wife was disinterested in sex, trust me I know why. But hey he thought he was hot shit in bed. And he’s like a lot of men I know.
I mean seriously how would the world look if men’s magazines were filled with as many how-to-please articles as women’s magazines are? A happier place I’d bet.
I’m at Chris’s grand mother’s house and his cousin was waiting for him to arrive to knot his tie for him. I found it odd that a grown man didn’t have that skill but I offered to tie it for him (at my request my dad had shown me several knots). I did and then helped him put it on and he was very grateful. It was only then that I remembered that his father passed away when he was a teenager and he was raised by his granny (whose funeral we were getting ready for). He likely never had someone to show how to tie a tie. That made me sad.
bubble bath: do you have any routines before bedtime? like skin care, etc. what are they?
I usually clean my face with micellar water and apply whatever creams or lotions I’m using at the moment. These days I spend about half an hour in prayer and meditation before bed. It’s a recent thing but I find it very calming. Then if I’m not too tired I’ll read a bit before I fall asleep. Falling asleep always comes easy to me.
penthouse: what would you consider your dream home? describe it.
I always liked the idea of something with nice clean lines and open spaces. I cannot tolerate clutter so it would mean that it would have to have a lot of very organized storage where everything was just out of the way. I like wood and stone as accents, with softness provided by plush rugs, thick carpets, textured cushions. I like the idea of a neutral palette with pops of colour added by artwork and accessories. I like a well-lit home with cosy areas to retreat into for quiet time. And a large outdoor entertainment space is a must. I lived in a place with a rooftop terrace years ago and I’ve always aspired to have another one.
That I’m a lot more fragile and vulnerable than I appear. I have a very strong personality and for someone who is not observant they would think that is the sum total of me. But I am someone who needs to be treated gently.
bubble bath: do you have any routines before bedtime? like skin care, etc. what are they?
champagne: what topic could you talk about for hours?
crushed velvet: have you ever used your charm to get something you want?
diamonds: how do you feel about excessively spending money?
faux fur: describe your wardrobe.
glitter: describe someone special to you.
gold: describe what you would call the most perfect meal.
jazz: name a song that resonates with you and your emotions. explain the reason why.
lace: what is something in your life completely different from last year?
lingerie: do you consider yourself a promiscuous person?
lipstick: do you enjoy talking to strangers?
pearls: what’s something about your personality that surprises others?
penthouse: what would you consider your dream home? describe it.
perfume: if you could make your own signature fragrance, what would it smell like?
robe: how do you prepare for an evening alone with a loved one/date?
roses: If it had to be winter, autumn, spring or summer for the rest of your life, which would you choose?
satin: what is your most favorite article of clothing?
sheet mask: what’s your favorite lazy activity?
silk: do you have more inner or outer beauty?
silver: do you have any obscure hobbies? what are they?
sparkling water: what are your top three songs for the summer?
wine: what kind of drunk are you (happy/affectionate, angry, sad, fun/wild)? if you don’t drink, what kind do you think you WOULD be?
every woman on tumblr should have this on their dash
And every man
Look how nobody’s yelling or arguing or making things into a competition. Look how this is to straight up educate people through a different perspective. Look how effective that makes the message.
The last one really hit me. I never really thought about something like that could actually impact a woman’s life. Damn…
Often served as part of a meze platter, Dolmades are the ultimate bite-sized appetizer, and are best served while taking in the sights and sounds of Greece.
Beautifully shot by Buttery Planet. Keep reading to find their recipe below.
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I took a bit less than I was hoping for the comics. We’re incredibly thankful for the donations thus far. I can’t express how much it means.
Thank you.
James is one of my best friends. He and his family took me in a few years ago when I needed desperately to get away from home. He’s helped me through my anxiety and PTSD more than once.
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We have doors slam, drawers open, things moved, and
from time to time we hear children giggling as the cat runs through the house like something is chasing him . We have historic graveyard behind our house from the late 1700’s and lots of children buried there and figured they’re the culprits. I grew up in this house and we pretty much ignore it anymore.
I’ve lived in two houses that were haunted so I know exactly what that’s like. This one isn’t. But we’ve had the occasional “visitor” here and there. I don’t know what happened there, maybe it had a logical explanation.
I know cupboard doors can sometimes swing open? But do they ever aggressively close themselves? Cause mine just did. Both doors. Like someone was tidying up the room. And I’m a little freaked out.
Some people hate the thought of being alone. I’m not like that. I love my solitude. I’m kind to myself. My feelings don’t get hurt. My energy’s not leeched. And it’s very peaceful.
I was planning on calling Chris’s mom to wish her a happy mother’s day. I knew she would be busy today (she was all booked up with church stuff, we couldn’t even take her to lunch) so I was leaving it until later. Then we got the news that Chris’s granny (her mom) passed away today. I feel so sad for the family. On Mother’s Day of all days. She was ailing so it was expected, but that doesn’t make it any easier. She was a lovely lady with a sparkling personality. She was always pleasant and kind and I had the opportunity to listen to her tell me several stories about her very interesting life. She will be sorely missed.
I absolutely hear that, but I worked so much retail that I just don’t have it in me, although my current clients haven’t driven me nuts yet, but give me another few years.
Oh well for me it’s just once a month! I can tolerate it lol
I think we should all take a moment to appreciate this gloriously well-preserved nodosaur that turned up in Alberta.
I mean, look at this thing!
This has got to be one of the most well-preserved dinosaurs I have ever laid eyes on.
Even the keratin sheaths around its osteoderm spikes were preserved, so it can be used to reliably reconstruct how ankylosaurids would have looked at in life!
And the best part is it was discovered completely by accident in a mining operation! Can you imagine being one of the miners who stumbled across this beautiful, beautiful thing?
1. Beware of indecision – Better to do something than to always hesitate.
2. Simplify your life – It’s less frustrating and confusing.
3. Learn the secret of being satisfied – You can still go for those goals, but just enjoy the journey NOW.
4. Let go of the need to always have the last word, or to prove that you are right, or to get your point across.
5. Accept that adversity and challenges will come – and they can teach us useful lessons, so we’re stronger in the end.
6. Stop beating yourself up and learn to tolerate mistakes – and focus on your growth, and the ways that you have changed.
Feeling listened to and understood changes our physiology; being able to articulate a complex feeling, and having our feelings recognized, lights up our limbic brain and creates an “aha moment”. In contrast, being met by silence and incomprehension kills the spirit. Or, as John Bowlby so memorably put it: “What can not be spoken to the [m]other cannot be told to the self.”
Bessel Van Der Kolk, “The Body Keeps the Score: Brain, Mind and Body in the Healing of Trauma (via lilliebean)
– you to text me first
– blowing up my phone bc you miss me
– forehead kisses
– back rubs
– hugs from behind
– calling me “your girl”
– sending me songs that make you think of me
– playing with my hair while I fall asleep
– “did you remember to…” texts
– holding my hand all the time
– morning sex
– reassurance that you love me
– dancing in the kitchen
– late night talks about life
– silly pictures
– breakfast dates
You are amazing. I would have been imagining smacking them.
I try to exercise as much patience as possible because they can’t possibly know I’ve been asked the same question over and over again. Plus I really like my customers. I just don’t understand where they’re coming from sometimes.
Me:*Well, I’m selling at a market. So it’s unlikely I have a store. That’s why we’re all here, cause we can’t afford a store. Small businesses and all?*
Me: I don’t have a store. I sell online and here at UpMarket. Here take a card.
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Customer: Where can I see your jewelry?
Me: *You’re… standing in front of it? What are you really asking me? Is this the store question in another form? I’m so confused*
Me: I sell at Shops at Normandie, here, online… here take a card.
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Customer: Where is your store located?
Me:*um… did you come to the market to buy stuff tomorrow? I… don’t understand, I’m right here, now! I take credit cards!*
Me: Online, and here at UpMarket. Please take a card.
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Customer: Where do you buy your stones?
Me:*Er… on the internet? You want a country? Source? To make sure you’re not buying blood diamonds? What are you looking to find out exactly?*
You can get quite spiritual about soloing. It’s almost like channeling. It’s not there one moment, but then all of a sudden it is. I’m sure anyone who’s creative has had that moment. That point where it just sparks.
soulsistrin 