3/31/12

March's garden at The Red Clover Keep

It's been a long and obnoxious Winter and to say that I'm ready to fully embrace Spring would be a gross understatement. I want to dive back into our yard with a vengeance!


One of the projects I'm eager to complete is growing potatoes above ground! I first saw the idea here and it called to me in a big way. The soil in our yard is pretty hard packed and not super healthy and the idea of building more raised beds or moving our current ones is... less than appealing. So instead we popped into the dollar store to pick up a couple of small baskets and then grabbed some of the gnarliest looking potatoes we could find (2 Red, 2 Yukon Gold). Once those suckers start sprouting, I'm going to hack them into a few pieces each (as long as each piece has eyes on it, this is supposed to work) and shove them into the mixture of dirt and compost that we filled the baskets with. Then as they grow, I will gradually add more soil on top. I'm crossing my fingers that this works. Up until now I've avoided growing any food because the pressure was just TOO MUCH. I might kill the plants, or worse... poison my family. I'm now realizing that these fears are a bit silly and unfounded, much like all of my other crippling fears.


We'll have been living in our home for 2 years this June and in that time I have planted several flowering perennials. Unfortunately, I didn't think to keep track of what I put in what spots, so now I don't know the name of anything or any special care instructions (thankfully, I was diligent about planting things in places that made sense for the amount of sunlight they need) . I basically just water things and try not to kill them. You can see why I was nervous about growing food! Things are starting to flower again here and there, which makes me think they must be alive and kicking. As things warm up, we'll see just how competent I really am.


I've got more random landscaping I want to do, to tidy things up and make them look, well, purposeful. We didn't get as much done last year as we wanted to and it left a lot of areas feeling unfinished and messy. I'm perfectly alright with things being unfinished and messy when that's the desired effect, but this is not the case for most of our yard. I'm going to have to thrift a lot of cheap white bedsheets and buy many more bags of wood chips and sawdust before I feel like this yard really suits us.

3/30/12

It's Friday, I'm in love: IKEA, rainbow hairrrrrr, and Azealia Banks. You're welcome.


I realize that not everyone is an IKEA junkie like I am, but if you haven't seen Carl Kleiner's photographs that he did for the store, then you neeeeeeed to. They are BEAUTIFUL. I first saw them about a year and a half ago on the Things Organized Neatly tumblr (addicting!!) and every time I stumble across a new one, my breath catches in my throat!


Even though I don't have much hair these days, I still take great amounts of pleasure in looking at other peoples uh-mah-zing hair. Especially if it's brightly colored/mermaid-ish/braided/twisted/curled... I can't stop.


You cannot deny that this is a truly epic head of hair. Absolutely gorgy! It's pictures like these that make me get down on my knees and pray to a god I don't even believe in that they would make my hair grow NOW. C'mon, hurry up (says the girl who has an appointment to get more cut off next week)!


THAT GREEEEEEEEEEEEN! Be still my beating heart. Have I mentioned lately how much I miss being able to do a top-knot? A lot, that's how much.


Speaking of hair, THIS GIRL. Holy wow. Her hair, her glasses, her whole vibe... there are a lot of truly stunning things happening up in here. She's got a blog that she's just started up (only 2 entries), but I'm excited to see what's in store!






And finally, in an effort to start off the weekend right, I shall share some muzak. I am generally late in jumping on musical bandwagons, which is fine. This is the great thing about getting older and worrying less about being edgy and cool and hip and all that nonsense. I can just like what I like, when I like it. This song is just that - a song I cannot stop playing on repeat. <3

3/29/12

thrifted thursday: bookcase in the corner

This bookcase was gifted to me by my dear friend Whitney, who moved back down to Texas (where she is originally from) last Fall. She may have left a gaping void in my soul, but at least I got a pretty piece of furniture out of it! For some reason, whenever I saw it in her house, my brain told me it was light blue. Once I put it in my own living room, up against my favorite day-glo-orange wall, I saw that it was actually a light muted green that is not even remotely blue. Somehow, it still works.


I keep many things on the bookcases in my home that aren't books, and this particular one is no exception. I've got the only potted plant (other than our succulents) that has survived my mistreatment the entire time we've lived here, a cheap candleholder from Ross, "Business Shark", a paper lamp from Ikea that I've had since 2004, small beach rocks and pieces of driftwood, an empty peanut butter jar (it used to have lavender in it, but I used it up), a picture of my dad and his brother in their late father's lap, my porcelain bell pepper that I found at an estate sale, my favorite little green vase, and a slew of vintage board games (some of which were thrifted, some of which were my Grandma Dorothy's).

I can't help it, I <3 my (decorative) clutter.

3/28/12

you'd better start swimmin' or you'll sink like a stone

I started this blog about 3 years ago as a way to document some major changes in our life. It began with me pulling Silas out of school in February of 09. Over those first few months we shifted from piecing together our own eclectic curriculum to a more relaxed style of homeschooling, and eventually ended up on the unschooling end of things. That Summer, I quit my day-job and for the first time since Seth and I had been together, we were a single-income family (not that it mattered much, since Safeway didn't exactly pay well or give me consistent hours). In January of 2010 we broke ground on our house and were able to move in on the 3rd of June... So much of the time, we really did feel like we were flying "by the seat of our pants", but it really hasn't felt that way in a good long while. Life has seasoned me a bit, whatever that means.

Where am I going with this?


I've been feeling like this space needs a makeover. A shift in tone/direction/content, a new and more apropos name and of course, the overall look of it. This won't be happening in one giant sweeping motion, but I can guarantee that there will be noticeable changes happening in this space over the next few weeks in the form of new weekly features, more prettiness, and yes, it's true... I'm re-opening comments! They'll be moderated, at least in the beginning, but I think it's time.

COMMENCE OVERHAUL

3/26/12

Money is the anthem of success. So put on mascara and your party dress.

There have been so many different blogs that I've read over the years where the authors clearly led a life of financial security and privilege far outside of my realm of comprehension, yet have never discussed it. There's a HUGE economic divide between the writer and their audience, evidenced by the well-dressed children, extensive travel, the huge house that looks like a staged magazine photo shoot, the charming life in the country, and the designer clothes... Some of it can be chalked up to "aspirational lifestyles" or whatever, in that we sometimes gravitate to reading about lives we'd like to emulate.

This is "the life"!

I don't think these people should apologize for the lives they have, but I do think there is a certain responsibility to not pretend like everyone has it the same as they do. We can't all marry bazillionaire ranchers or write craft/cook books or get paid to travel the world or sign sponsorship deals with HGTV or Vans or Ikea or Levis or what have you.

Obviously, everybody has bills to pay. I don't think there's any inherent shame in making a living though blogging or endorsing products or inspiring and entertaining people. It's the American way, for crying out loud. I'd love it if I could do that, but this little blog doesn't generate that level of traffic and the more polarizing opinions I have on things like school and fat and social justice and this, that, and the other, the less anybody is going to want to use my space for any kind of advertising, let alone want me to say what I really think about their product. I know this.

Recipe for discussing my own financial privilege:

  • 1/4 cup fear
  • 1/2 cup denial
  • 2 tbsp justification
  • 1 tbsp defensiveness
  • 2 tsp explanation
  • a pinch of guilt
  • a dash of commiseration
While I don't make any money through blogging, I am choosing to write about my life in a public space. It's a window through which the anonymous reader sees our home and our material possessions, and possibly speculates and makes assumptions about what kind of money we make and what kind of lifestyle we lead.

I've lived in extreme poverty before. The kind of poverty where you don't know where your next meal is going to come from or where you can only pay enough of each bill to not get evicted and have things turned off. Where your food budget stops after the WIC checks and food stamps have been spent. I've gone without a car/internet access/tv/suitable clothes/cell-phones/etc in the past because there wasn't money for it. That is no longer the case, but (and it's a BIGGGGG but) we also aren't living in the lap of luxury. I know people who vacation in tropical locales at least once a year and own condos in Hawaii and multiple houses (some of which are upwards of 4,000 square feet) and go out to eat multiple times a week and throw posh dinner parties and own boats and RVs and and and all that jazz. That's not us.

I've done a fair bit of poking around online to see where our income puts us when it comes to socioeconomic class and I've found that across the board, we are considered "working-class". I've also found that based on our family size and the part of the country we live in, that we technically make under the living wage. I don't ever want it to seem like I'm presenting something else that isn't accurate.


Yes, we've got two Mercedes in the driveway, but the combined cost of both was under 5k and one was bought to replace the other that we're trying to sell (notice that the yard is unfinished and the xmas lights are still up?). Yes, we are able to go to LiG and Chautauqua each year, but they are literally our ONLY family vacations and Seth doesn't even go with us because he can't take the time off work. Yes, we bought our house, but got a great deal on it and our down-payment was less than the down payment on many brand new cars. We also spent several years renting apartments that were vastly too small for us, while saving up everything we could.

Our bills get paid on time and in full each month and we are occasionally able to put some money away in savings. Compared to where I was financially 7-10 years ago, this is HUGE. Compared to how my family did when I was a teen, this is modest and unremarkable. I think a lot of how we manage to do alright at under the living wage is by being ridiculously frugal - We hardly ever eat out, we're more apt to mend damaged clothes than to buy new ones, we don't travel much, our furniture is mostly thrifted or gifted, we only have one credit card and use it rarely, we do much of our car and home maintenance ourselves, we meticulously plan weekly menus and cook inexpensive meals.

I've lived at several different points on the spectrum of wealth, my friends live at several different points, and I'm sure there is just as much diversity (if not more) among my readers. I think people at most income brackets worry about money. I know I worried about it when I literally had none and I worry about it now, even with a buffer in the bank. Money is stressful. It's awkward and divisive and a lot of people like to pretend like it isn't. I don't want to pretend.

3/24/12

TUMBLE


3/21/12

chug chug chug

Life is pleasant and things are going well. The stress of having no clue what direction our job security is going is no longer hanging over our heads. Things have been sorted and as a result the overall environment at home is in a much better place, emotionally. It's been good to breathe that proverbial sigh of relief... and sleep well... and not have the stress manifest itself in bodily aches and pains and cloudy heads.

A local gymnastics facility has started offering an open gym every week for homeschoolers (at the prodding of a local unschooling parent) and it's proven to be the perfect physical and social activity for Silas, free of arbitrary structure and forced learning. He's made a couple of new friends there who are also unschoolers, ranging in age from 8 to 14. He also seems to be getting his wiggles out more efficiently now.


I joined a homeschooling group on FB that is focused specifically on Port Townsend and suddenly unschooling families I wasn't aware of or hadn't had a chance to connect with yet are simply jumping out of the woodwork. There are even a couple other families from our town going to Life is Good, besides just us and our friends, the Bazuzis. This is proving to be an interesting year for life-learning, especially considering how hard I tried to get my own group started exactly two years ago, pushing and pushing and over-thinking it in true Jasie fashion. These new developments (happening fairly organically) are good for morale for me and Silas both. Good morale is important.

I have always found that having things to look forward to helps combat my depression. It doesn’t stop it entirely, but it is one of my coping mechanisms that helps keep episodes at bay most of the time (combined with prescribed meds, getting enough sleep, lots of self-care rituals, intuitive eating, etc). Of course, if I'm already in a low valley, these kinds of "think positive!" messages are lost on me; It's condescending and unrealistic to just assume that a person can will their way out of an episode. And obviously I can only speak to my own experience and the depressive/bi-polar/neuroatypical-in-general experiences of those I am close to (though my perception of their experience is going to be different than the first hand view). So with all of those clarifications in mind, this is a method that works well for me, personally.

Right now I’ve got my Spring/Summer set up pretty nicely when it comes to having things on my schedule that I’ll enjoy:
  • Life is Good Unschooling Conference - just over 2 months away
  • Florence + The Machine/The Walkmen show w/friends - 4 months away
  • Oregon Chautauqua - just under 6 months away
Yah, I can work with that.

3/8/12

I went with realness instead.

I am not a lifestyle guru or an expert on much of anything.


I have had a wide spectrum of experiences that I can't mentally squeeze into my short 30 years on this planet.


I have lived through lean times and times of plenty, manic upswings and depressive episodes, the bliss of ignorance and the often painful nuisance of hyper-awareness and obsessively-critical thought.


I am a high school drop-out with far too large of a vocabulary.


I was a young republican with blue hair and a sincere belief in the tenets of fundamental christianity and I morphed into a bleeding-heart liberal who identifies as a secular humanist... and I've got blue hair again, 14 years later.


I am borderline hedonistic at times with my own party-girl mantra of "live and let LIVE IT UP!"


I'm proficient at a few things, adequate at most things, and completely useless at the rest.


I'm a cluttered neat-freak, a socially awkward extrovert, and a modest exhibitionist.



I am all of the above and none of the above.


This blog is basically a window into my life. I promise that there will be ups and downs. I have no intention of showing just the unicorns and rainbows and sunshine parts of my life. I'm not perfect and I don't know everything... and that's more than okay.

3/2/12

pass it on.

Due to financial circumstances outside of our control, it's been a pretty stressful month. We think we know what's going on, then we don't, then we think things are certain again, then they're not. I know I'm being vague right now, but trust me, it's the best way for me to be about the whole thing. Ultimately - money is tight and nerves are frayed. In an attempt to not go completely looney toons on everybody, I've been focusing on shit I can control, like making sure the house is clean and dinner is tasty, that I get lots of sewing done and get new items listed in my etsy shop, that I save as much money as possible by making our laundry soap and putting on an extra pair of socks before running the heater, that Silas is bathed and clothed and fed. The important things.


This Winter has been long and weird and cold and has drained me of the energy to write very much. Predictably, I've turned inward and have taken more words in than I've put out. I've been reading A LOT and may as well share the random bits I've stumbled across.




Fat Sex: What Everyone Wants to Know but is Afraid to Ask by Amber Parker
"It took me a long time to realize that my partners were having sex with me in part because of the way my body looks, not in spite of the way my body looks. It sounds simple, I know, but when you spend your whole life being told that fat bodies are not sexy, it takes some time to realize that sexiness isn’t that simple. This understanding is not something that happens overnight for most of us. Hell, it can take years. But, the sooner you learn (yes, learn) to feel sexy just the way you are, the sooner you’ll be able to enjoy your sexuality more fully."


Co­lo­ni­al­ism in Africa helped launch the HIV epidemic a century ago by Craig Timberg and Daniel Halperin
"We typically think of diseases in terms of how they threaten us personally. But they have their own stories. Diseases are born. They grow. They falter, and sometimes they die. In every case these changes happen for reasons.For decades nobody knew the reasons behind the birth of the AIDS epidemic. But it is now clear that the epidemic’s birth and crucial early growth happened during Africa’s colonial era, amid massive intrusion of new people and technology into a land where ancient ways still prevailed."


"The first truth is that the liberty of a democracy is not safe if the people tolerate the growth of private power to a point where it becomes stronger than their democratic state itself. That, in its essence, is fascism—ownership of government by an individual, by a group, or by any other controlling private power…Among us today a concentration of private power without equal in history is growing."

— President Theodore Roosevelt, 29 April 1938

Meet JAL's cafeteria-eating CEO by Kyung Lah
"That philosophy, that he's just like everyone else trying to make it through Japan's recession, is why he takes the city bus to work, eats in the cafeteria with his employees and strolls through the operations room at the airport. When the company looked to cut costs, he eliminated every single expensive perk of his job. He took away the corner office and chauffeur. Then he slashed his pay dramatically, so that in 2007 he made less than his pilots."


My Fat, Beautiful Body By Jenn Leyva
"'Body image' isn't really about the image of bodies. It's about the holistic relationships we have with our bodies. It's about how bodies look, how they move, what they feel like, and how we treat them. Even if we ignore semantics, conversations about body image almost always come down to health. Most conversations I've had about body image blame the media and advertising for exposing young girls to impossible standards in order to sell products. But more than selling products, these images drive people to unhealthy habits—crash diets, disordered eating, and sometimes even more dramatic actions like diet pills and self-harm."


"The problem, often not discovered until late in life, is that when you look for things in life like love, meaning, motivation, it implies they are sitting behind a tree or under a rock. The most successful people in life recognize, that in life they create their own love, they manufacture their own meaning, they generate their own motivation.

For me, I am driven by two main philosophies, know more today about the world than I knew yesterday. And lessen the suffering of others. You’d be surprised how far that gets you."
— Neil deGrasse Tyson

I don’t want to be a feminist anymore on Feministing
"I am tired of being afraid. I am tired of seeing someone writing something offensive, sexist, racist, ageist, ableist, somewhere online. I am tired of seeing those writings getting likes and lol’s, and SO TRUE’s. I am tired of being consumed by confusion and anger, typing, typing, typing and typing a seemingly endless response, including research, links and statistics, and then hesitate clicking “submit”. I am tired of knowing that I hesitate because I am afraid of the flood of responses that will come. I am tired of knowing that I will be bombarded with lighten up’s, stop whining’s and get a sense of humor’s for so long, that I will start to wonder if I am indeed wound up too tight, a nagger and humorless."

Crackpots Do Not Make Good Messengers by Kevin Drum
"This isn't the biography of a person with one or two unusual hobbyhorses. It's not something you can pretend doesn't matter. This is Grade A crankery, and all by itself it's reason enough to want nothing to do with Ron Paul. But of course, that's not all. As we've all known for the past four years, you can layer on top of this Paul's now infamous newsletters, in which he condoned a political strategy consciously designed to appeal to the worst strains of American homophobia, racial paranoia, militia hucksterism, and new-world-order fear-mongering. And on top of that, you can layer on the fact that Paul is plainly lying about these newsletters and his role in them."

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