Fifty-fourth day of work selfie

Its annoying how almost all of my dresses are too short to wear without leggings.  This one is just long enough.  You know how some places make pants in a long or tall size?  Can they make dresses like that as well?  I remember one time in high school, my friend let me borrow her short skirt, but on me it was more like a mini skirt.  I remember saying that a long skirt for her would be a short skirt for me, a short skirt for her would be a mini skirt for me, and a mini skirt for her would basically be a belt for me.

I asked my mom if this dress was too short when I was leaving the house and she was like “Just be careful when you’re sitting down, especially on the bus.”  I told her I probably wouldn’t get a seat anyway, so it would be fine.  The worst thing about wearing a short dress is having your legs directly against the gross bus seats when you sit down.  My friend told me to do the finger length test and put my arms by my side, and if the dress was past my fingers, then it was fine.  Is that an actual thing that people do?  Apparently they used to make employees do that when I worked at Jacob.  I don’t remember though, I guess I mostly wore pants there.

I got this purple dress from Urban Behavior at Metrotown (It always bothers me to write “Behavior” without a “u” in it).  I got the tank top underneath it from Jacob, when I worked at the Richmond Centre location before they went out of business.  The dress is really thin and would possibly be a bit see-through without it.  In which case, the length would no longer matter.  I got the floral jacket from Suzy Shier at Capilano mall.  My mom asked me if it was new. It’s not, but this is only the second time I’ve worn it.  The necklace and bracelet are both from Claires, the ring is from UBC, and the music note earrings are from a booth outside the PNE Marketplace.  My continually chipping nail polish matches my outfit again.  I really like that colour.  But apparently not enough to maintain a proper manicure.

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Twenty-first day of work selfie

I really like blue when it comes to clothing.  I got this dress at an Orb Warehouse sale and I think I got the cardigan from Ross.  The scarf is actually my mom’s.  My sister gave it to her for Christmas.  She gave me one too, but it was red and black and didn’t match this particular outfit.  I think she go it from Ardene, which has some fairly decent stuff if you look for it.  I’m still not okay with buying actual clothes from there though.  Except I have bought yoga stuff there before which wasn’t bad. I only have one long blue necklace but it’s not the right shade of blue for this outfit, so I opted for my silver, nickel free Payless heart.

Cast Away in space

Me: I’m going to go see Cloud Atlas.

Mom: I think it’s like Cast Away, but in space.

Fyi, it’s not. At all. But if they did make a movie like that, I would totally go see it.

Happy Birthday Mom!

It’s my mom’s birthday today.  So I thought I should acknowledge that in a blog post.  I know she won’t read it since she hardly ever uses the computer, but that doesn’t matter.  It’ll be like acknowledging her birthday in secret.  Except not because a bunch of other people will read it.  But whatever.  I’ve started the post already so it’s going to exist.

I would like to say that my mom is my role model.  But I don’t want five kids.  Yeah, she had five.  I’m the oldest.  And that’s pretty much what put me off of having any.  I remember her saying she had me first so I could be a built in babysitter.  How nice of her.

So the desire to have many children is not something that I share with my mother.  But we do share other things.  I think I got my love for writing from her.  I don’t think I’m as good a writer as she is.  But I’m obnoxious enough to write publicly as opposed to privately.  She’s written several things that she hasn’t done anything with.  She told me that in her will she would leave me all her writings for me to do something with.  What the hell she expects me to do with them, I have no idea.  But maybe I could always start a new blog called “Stuff my mom wrote”.  It would probably be a whole lot more interesting than this one.

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My mom and I a couple years ago in front of a bear statue. One of my dad’s old classmates had this art exhibit out in Langley so we attended. I’m not really into art. But there was free wine and cheese, which my mom and I both appreciated.  We both love purple as well, probably because we look so good in it.

Happy birthday mom!  Thanks for all your love and support and words of wisdom!

Mom’s advice

Last week was kind of a horrible week for me.  I can’t really explain why, it was just bad.  We all have bad days and bad weeks every now and then, some more than others.  It happens.  I tend to get stressed out a lot and easily agitated.  I’m not sure why.  I swear I can remember a time when this wasn’t the case.  I used to be a lot calmer, more care free, nothing really mattered so much.  And I don’t know when or how or why, but at some point life became stressful.

It’s weird, because I used to have multiple jobs, multiple classes, and multiple volunteer positions.  All at the same time.  And somehow I survived that.  I suppose I did get a little burned out but somehow I managed.  And now school has finally been eliminated from the mix.  But somehow even with one job, I find myself busy all the time although I can’t figure out why.  And things bother me more than they used to.  I used to not care much about a lot of things but now I do.

I remember a couple years ago, I was really stressed out and complaining about school and work and various other issues in my life.  My mom turned to me and said “In 70 or 80 years, you’ll be dead anyway, so who cares?”.  My response to her was “You really think I’ll live that long?”.  These words of wisdom from my mother were funny but also very helpful.  It allowed me to put things into perspective and really think about how important something really is and if I should allow it to stress me out as much as it does.

Last week, I randomly thought of that conversation with my mom and I smiled because it is still relevant to me now.  I mean taking it word for word would imply that nothing matters at all.  But that’s not the case.  Obviously there are worthwhile things in life that matter.  But a lot of things, a lot of tough situations and stressful events, in the long run, don’t.  And sometimes I find myself getting lost in my own sense of distress and forget to put these things into perspective.

I feel like maybe I should write that quote down somewhere as a reminder to myself.  It would be helpful to me in dealing with a lot of things that I face.  And I don’t agree with my mom about a lot of things but I do think she’s right about this.  Although, 70 or 80 years is a long time, and I still doubt that I’ll live that long.