Well, can't really talk too much today. As you can see, Mr. Merlin is sporting his oh-so-fancy cone. Reason being, last night we caught him gnawing at his back paw and by the time I got it out of his mouth I realized one of this toes was basically raw and super-inflammed.
Have you ever bought a book that you were so excited to read, you could barely stand it? That you told yourself you would hold off on reading until you finished the book you're currently reading…until you're done with a project so you can devote some time to it…until you're poolside on your mini-vaca. My case was the latter.
Here it is. 33 years on this Earth, staring you in the face. I'm still in a strange state of shock…33 is not old in my book by any means. However, I didn't think I would ever see my 20's go, so now that I'm well into my 30's I feel kinda weird.
Something about still feeling like a kid…except these days I get sleepy at 10pm and have more life planning apps than gaming apps on my phone. I guess getting older happens while you're not paying attention, but I suppose it's better than sitting around and grieving the passing of time. Screw that.
So, this post is dedicated to a few things I've learned in the past 33 years. Rules to live by that I've collected over 17,344,800 minutes and counting. Ready? Here we go:
Ok, let me start off by saying that I'm a HUGE Hayao Miyazaki fan. If you've never heard of him, drop everything and go watch all his films. If you don't have an entire week or two to dedicate to the most amazing animated movies you've ever experienced, hold on till the end of this post to read my top 10 favorites.
Hayao Miyazaki is a visionary (director, animator, illustrator, produced, screenwriter, so on, so forth) and has held me in this kind grasp since I was about 5 years old with his numerous movies ranging from the coming of age story of a witch to the defeats and victories of a warrior princess to the tale of a famed pilot who is cursed to look like a pig. The list goes on, but one thing is for sure…every film had a lesson. Every film tapped into that sweet elixir of childhood wonderment while also carrying the heavy weight of the human condition.
Another beautiful weekend in Los Angeles…aside from earthquakes, apparently. I finally got to experience one a few weeks ago and, to be fair, it was frightening for all 2 seconds. The one that supposedly happened on Friday…well, I didn't feel a thing. I'm chalking it up to the fact that I was way too focused on cleaning the bathroom. That or I used too many bleaching products and didn't ventilate enough.
Whatever the case, my bathroom is sparkling and my family and I are safe and sound. But I'm digressing. Instead of worrying about earthquakes, this Sunday I'm worrying myself over getting as many chores done…however, chores aren't going to stop me from taking some time to relax.
And what better way to relax than to wear relaxing clothing? I just can't get enough of it. I've become obsessed with cropped, tapered pants that are full in the hips. And, yes, I even have a few pairs with elastic waistbands, though you would never be able to tell from the looks of 'em.
So, I've been keeping my wallet pretty tightly shut recently in lieu of all the life planning that's going on. (Read: being an adult is the worst.) But…Well, you know my wallet can't stay closed for long. However, you also know that I'm on a strict investment-piece war path where everything I purchase needs to be something timeless that I'll adore and can probably give to my children, assuming I don't wear it into the ground…which is a sad reality. (Next step: learning to take care of my investment pieces as if they were my own children.)
Now, back to the important part. My new investment…
Well, hello there from springy Los Angeles! As it turns out, after a cray heat wave (thank you, Santa Ana winds), this weekend is perfection. Sunny, breezy, and in the 70's. Just the kind of LA weather I've come to love.
And with that, today is going to be one of those gotta-get-stuff-done kind of days, so I can't hang around for long. Groceries to pick up, activities to do with the husband, walks to take with the dog. General Sunday-enjoyment is on the roster, so today I'm going for comfy clothes.
Ok, I know what you must be thinking. "You work with TRESemmé, so you must be doing them a favor!" But, luckily for all of us, I'm not the type to write about things I don't stand behind. It's just not the way I function, so rest assured that everything I write about here is the truth.
With that said, let me tell you a tale about my hair…
Yep, it's been a while since I posted a quote and it's been a while since I posted period. Hey, life is crazy, people. We all know this and as much as I'd love to have a career just as a writer/blogger, such is not the case.
In the last month, I've spent about 3 weeks in the horrible cold and darkness of NYC and barely had time to see my husband or beloved dog…I mean, beloved husband and dog. Work is stressful, but we do what we can and sometimes we can't find the energy to write about a favorite product, place, or shoot a tutorial or outfit of the day.
We're posed with questions like, "do I spend some quality time with my husband or do I make him lug his camera around and shoot a photo of me wearing a new outfit?"
Or "do I take my dog for a well-deserved walk or do I think about what beauty products I've been obsessed with lately?"
So goes life, but I'm trying not to get down about it, even though I often do. I feel bad when I don't write a blog post, though I'm pretty sure no one is sitting around and thinking, "well, Nami failed to post a Sunday Styles again! She's so inconsistent."
I'm trying to be kinder to myself, to my life, and look my husband in the eye when we go out to dinner rather than Instagram a photo of the amazing dessert sitting in the perfect mood lighting…and this all brings me to today's quote.
It's two-fold. Firstly, I'm back in Los Angeles for a while and combined with the glorious Daylight Savings of this past weekend, I'm getting a much-needed dose of vitamin D. Very literally, I'm turning my face to the sun and the shadows, both figuratively and literally, are falling behind me. There's nothing I cherish more than a sunny afternoon with my husband doing everything, nothing, or something in between. For that, I'm grateful.
Secondly, I've been trying to pull myself out of my rut. I get into ruts after mass amounts of traveling. Time differences, work schedules, and being an adult have made the day-to-day a little rough. Pile on top of this things like discussing finances, houses, and children and you got yourself a soul-crushing weight on your shoulders. Oh, and PMS…that helps. So, let's all just be thankful Nami isn't on some rampage, yelling at kids on her lawn, pointing out parking meters that have run out, and running cyclists off the road.
With that, I'm trying to turn to the sun. (Yes, I'm being literal and figurative again here.) Of course, I'll be packing on the SPF, but I realize now that I can't live without light in my life. It's finally time I sit back a little bit, stop being a neurotic overworker, and take time for the ones I love…including myself. (I'm still trying figure out this whole "love thyself" thing, but I could start with a massage, enrolling in some workout classes, and training myself to take 30 minute naps once in a while without the creeping thought that I could be vacuuming the apartment instead of resting.)
I know most of you are of the non-commenting type, but I'm reaching out here and asking, what do you recommend when one is in a rut? I feel like I need a change and I'm all ears for suggestions on how to jump start myself and get back to the land of the living. Help! xo!
As my hair-growing journey continues, I've been playing around with more hairstyles and this one has become my favorite for the past few weeks. That's right, folks, my dreams of having a massive bun on the top of my head have come true and my hair isn't even that long yet.
I've been asked by a few people now about how in the world I'm able to get my bun so big without a sock and how I'm able to make it look a little undone. Well, let me explain. It all started at the Marissa Webb show during Fashion Week…
One of her hair looks was an undone bun and I was in love with it, but realized I just didn't have the hair length it required. [Insert sad face.] BUT my dear friend and expert stylist for TRESemmé, Tyler Laswell, was able to show me the way! Turns out you don't need a boatload of hair to make a splash. (I know…that pun-filled sentence was a little too much.)
Ready to get the look? Let's go!