Stuff and Shopping

Posted at 10:07 am by & filed under Daily Life.

Eeek, it’s been a while!

Life is pretty good at the moment, though very busy. It’s major assignment time for uni so that’s my main focus, though it’s hard because I have all these craft project ideas running through my head almost constantly. I haven’t made anything in probably about a month or so and you can tell; I seem to get rally restless and distracted when I don’t have a wee project on the go.

Three of my ideas relate to Christmas gifts so I can’t really go into detail here as people may see it who should not! But I can share with you plans for making a tote bag for summer and starting a family tree scrapbook. I’m still looking for fabric for the tote – I want something pretty but inexpensive! Preferably with gray, yellow and blue incorporated. For the scrapbook, I’m still in the very early stages and I’ve never scrapbooked before so I’m trying to figure out what I need based on what I want to do. You can get some pretty things cheaply from department stores, which is nice. I looked online at supplies and was shocked by how expensive they can be! Especially albums.

Here are some links I’ve been loving this week:
Making a Duvet Cover @ Design*Sponge

This house @ Design*Sponge

Handmade Swedish Teddies
Icon Finder

I shall leave you with a photo of the swag I bought from SourpussClothing.com! Super-fabulous store, I highly recommend them.

Create a Sibset

Posted at 2:09 pm by & filed under Everything Else.

For the last several weeks Elisabeth over at You Can’t Call It “It” has been running a game of sorts. Basically she posted 100 of the 1000 most popular U.S. baby names for boys and 100 for girls then readers had to name quadruplets out of just those names. The quads are two boys and two girls.

Today was the last installment. :( Being the name nerd I am I’m sad it’s over. I totally loved doing this and found it challenging on many occassions because sometimes most of the names were just AWFUL. :p Anyway, I have decided to post all the sets I came up with here. The underlined names are those I really love.

1-100 (go to post)
Sofia Zoe
Evelyn Audrey
Alexander Jack
Oliver Kyle

101-199 (go to post)
Stella Daisy
Annabelle Ruby
Oscar Jake
Max Vincent

200-199 (go to post)
Veronica Hazel
Lola Genevieve
Elliot Roman
Leo Rafael

300-399 (go to post)
Tatiana Rose
Iris Paisley
Jasper Felix
Quentin Elliott

400-499 (go to post)
Elle Viviana
Mila Daphne
Byron August
Hugo Lawrence

500-599 (go to post)
Olive Elliana
Helena Vivienne
Demetrius Julien
Gideon Enzo

600-699 (go to post)
Scarlet Greta
Isis Virginia
Atticus Harry
Malakai* Archer

*Spelled ‘Malachi’, however.

700-799 (go to post)
Iliana Evie
Cecelia Ingrid
Nikolai Cedric
Matias Alvaro

800-899 (got to post)
Beatrice Millie
Vera Edith
Ethen Seamus
Samson Cristofer

900-1000 (go to post)
Harlow Magdalena
Eloise Lilyanna
Lennon Cassius
Fletcher Hugh

A couple of names

Posted at 9:31 pm by & filed under Everything Else.

In the spirit of Taking a Breather From the Hellish Land of Statistics Assignment and Study, here are two names I am loving at the moment.

Atticus

This name is gaining some popularity; birth announcements occasionally surprise me. However, the most frequent comments made by people who wouldn’t use the name is “It sounds too literary”/”It sounds pretentious” or some combination of the two. Most people who did high school English are aware of where this probably stems from: Atticus Finch, one of the characters in Harper Lee’s Too Kill A Mockingbird. According to Wiki:

“Atticus is To Kill a Mockingbird’s most upright character, representing the moral ideal of both a lawyer and a human being: he is brutally honest, highly moral, extremely opinionated a tireless crusader for good causes (even hopeless ones), a virtual pacifist and, for the most part, devoid of any of the racial or class prejudices afflicting the other citizens of Maycomb.”

I would definitely agree with that. I loved his character when I read the book. Based on everything Atticus Finch is, I can see why some people would dislike the name and associate it with parents somehow wanting to bestow all of Finch’s characteristics on their child by way of a name. The argument of it being “too literary” however, really irritates me. Atticus is only considered ‘literary’ because it’s not popular – names such as Jane, Oliver, Juliet and Dean can all be considered literary: Jane Austen and her character Jane Bennet; Oliver Twist in Charles Dickens’ novel of the same name; Juliet from Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet; and Jack Kerouac’s Dean Moriarty in On The Road. But all those names are pretty common. If Atticus were as used as any of those are, it would not receive as many of those highly irritating comments. And I probably wouldn’t love it as much! It’s true for me: less popular equals better choice.

Instead of the literary focus, I like the name Atticus because it sounds nice to me! Simple as that, really. I thought it was an okay name when I read To Kill a Mockingbird, but it wasn’t until recently that I actually started to really love it. It means ‘from Athens’ and I’ve always associated Athens with classical times, which I incidentally associate with strength, power and most importantly, knowledge.

It’s a name that I think suits a child as well as an adult, though it’s only real downfall for me is the lack of decent nicknames. I think ‘Atty’ is fine for a baby and child, but there aren’t any other, at least obvious, nicknames. I think ‘Gus’ could work, even though the ‘c’ in Atticus is a pretty hard k-sound. Too bad I don’t like Gus!

Alas, Atticus is a moniker I will probably never use because it is not on the list of names that boyfriend and I agree on. It’s quite disappointing for me because I really think it is the perfect name for a little boy!

Isadora

A very recent ‘discovery’ of mine. Not as in I’d never heard it before, but as in me deciding it was made of perfection. And in researching it, I have come to the conclusion that if I can’t use Tallulah on my own future daughter, Isadora I would like her to be! Of Greek and Latic origin, Isadora is “the gift of Isis” (principal Egyptian Goddess). According to Babynology it means “gift of the moon”, which ties in with Isis because one of the things she is said to be goddess of is fertility.

In terms of popularity, Isadora hasn’t ranked anywhere in the top 1000 in the U.S. for the last ten years. My quick research shows she hasn’t appeared in any of the rounded decades (i.e., I searched 1990, 1980, etc.) since 1900! And even then she was ranked at 992. She may have made an appearance at some point in those years I didn’t search, but according to U.S. social security records, the name has been in decline since at least 1870. This is good news for me, a name that isn’t in the top 1000 and has a decent meaning*.

Probably the most well-known bearer of the name is Isadora Duncan, acclaimed American dancer. She unfortunately died a rather grim death in 1927 when her silk scarf got caught in the spokes of a car which broke her neck. But I’m so weird I actually enjoy that the name has that association, much like how I enjoy that Tallulah reminds me of Tallulah Bankhead, who used to open her door stark naked wearing only pearls, and then perform songs lying on her piano, while still naked.

But, I digress. With the popularity of Isabella and Isabel I am surprised that Isadora hasn’t gained, at least not in the U.S. I think it might have something to do with the ‘Dora’, as Bell and Bella are arguably more ‘girlie’ and pretty than Dora. Dora kind of evokes little old ladies, a down-trodden 1920s housewife or that kids cartoon. That being said, I do think Isadora has more popularity in Britain but I am unsure of any official record-keeping that is available to the public (please give me a heads-up if you know of any). It has certainly featured several times in British birth announcements over the last year and I can only see that trend continuing in the near future as more and more ‘old lady/man’ names make a comeback. I think the Brits tends to me a tad more brazen with naming, at least in some circles. They don’t mind bringing back those old lady names and bestowing a 2010 bub with Betty, Harriet or Dorothy.

*Always sad to discover a name you love has a really awful meaning. For example (though not names I actually like), the sound of “Anne” means poop in Farsi (Iranian language), and Kennedy means ‘misshapen head’. How lovely!

Gimme!

Posted at 10:39 am by & filed under Photography.

Holga
Source

Currently bombarding Josh with links to Holga camera auctions. Dropping hints for our anniversary next month. :p

Camera Inspiration
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But seriously, Holga’s are just such beautiful cameras and the possibilities for each shot are so fantastic. I think it’s so easy to get used to the instant hit of digital and I haven’t played much with film, so I think it’s about time!

Taken with a Holga
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30 letters: #3, to my parents

Posted at 10:37 am by & filed under Daily Life.

Mum and Dad

Dear Mum and Dad,

I hardly know what to say to you, other than ‘thank you’. There are so many things you both have done for our family, and for me specifically, that deserve gratitude. Many, many things you don’t always receive a thank-you for. The things we take for granted.

To Mum, thank you for the lunches you make me to take to university – they are always yummier than the ones I make. Thank you for the dinners, too, especially last semester when I was at campus late and would come home to a delicious meal. I really should cook more often for you and I’m sorry I don’t. I’m also sorry for not doing the dishes enough and for everything else I don’t help with even though I should. Thank you for not yelling at me about it, like some other mothers would. Thank you for teaching me so many things and for being so lovely.

To Dad, thank you for the financial support you have always provided us. We have never gone without, and while we’ve never been rich, we have always been comfortable and for that I am so grateful. Thank you also for the loans to buy electronics, and all the little bits of money I have borrowed here and there and still haven’t paid back. Thank you for all the things you have made and fixed, for the knowledge you have shared, and for all the music played on your acoustic guitar.

Most of all, thank you both for your unconditional love and support. I know I scared the shit out of you both during that particular time in my teens, and I am so blessed to have two parents who sought the help I needed at that time, and continued to do so as I worked through my stuff. Without you both, I don’t think I would have managed nearly as well as I have.

With all my love,
Your youngest, xox.

First day of spring!

Posted at 10:18 am by & filed under Daily Life.

I’m so excited! It’s the first day of spring today and the sun is out, the birds are chirping and I am feeling fantastic. I’m excited about life in general really, which is so wonderful because I have been feeling a bit down lately. More often than not, too, which has been incredibly draining.

BUT, the last few days have been lovely and just what I’ve been needing: zero stress and lots of quality time with my guy. :)

Speaking of my guy, I’m very excited as time gets closer to not only our one year anniversary (we just celebrated 10 months together) but closer to when we go flatting together! There isn’t a set date yet because it depends on Josh getting a permanent position at the company he works for, which is 99% certain. However, it should hopefully be within the next few months and ideally the next month!

We’ll be living in an apartment with several other people, located convenient distances from both Josh’s workplace and campus. It should only take about 15-20 minutes by bus for me which is an incredible improvement on the current 55-minute bus journey I take twice a day, 4 days a week.

Of course, all this moving business has me in a flutter over decorating and collecting up the few things we’ll need. Granted, it’s not much because we only have a room to ourselves, but it’s still exciting nonetheless. I want to get a new duvet cover for us, one that is more “us” than our own ones are, plus we’ll need some towels and plastic containers for food, etc. Eeee! I love feeling domestic. :D

New design

Posted at 6:38 pm by & filed under WrongDecade News.

Just a quick note to say I’ve updated my blog design. I’m really pleased with it! But, as always, constructive criticism is welcome. :)

I still have a few small things I need to do but they can wait because I have a nice night in with my boyfriend which is far more important!

xo

30 letters: #2, to my crush

Posted at 2:11 pm by & filed under Daily Life.

Dearest crush,

The first time I saw you was in psychology class just over a year ago. You had bleached short hair and were wearing black jeans with a sleeveless shirt, a denim sleeveless jacket with patches all over it, combat boots and carried your motorcycle helmet under your arm. You sauntered into the lecture theatre like you owned the place. I swooned a little bit. You sat next to a girl I assumed was your girlfriend. It was not until later that I found out she wasn’t, much to my relief because I though she had a horse-face and that you deserved someone better. I have always judged harshly and unfairly; it’s terrible.

Anyway, after that I noticed you every time you were in class and I noticed when you were not there, but I never spoke to you. Then one day, I was waiting for my psychology tutorial and you were waiting for yours: our classes were next door to each other. You were sitting on a bench seat in the hallway, playing on our laptop, so I sat down next to you and pretended to read my manual for class that day. You asked me soon after if I was in psych 108, and I said yes. You introduced yourself and I think I told you my name in return, then we got talking about things, you played me some music on your laptop, and you mentioned your life and I deduced that you were maybe a bit broken and that I should probably keep a nice distance so as not to get myself into a potential mess. Plus, you were 18 and I was 21 and still harbouring hopes for my then sociology lecturer.

After that day you sat by me in class most days you were there. You weren’t there a lot though and I realise why now, what with everything going on in your life. But I missed you when you weren’t there, even though I kept telling myself I shouldn’t fall for you. Once you started coming back to classes more regularly you also started to want to hang out a lot. I wasn’t sure about it all at first, because, as I mentioned, I thought I should probably not get involved (I was doing that harsh judgement thing again). But you were persistent and so we had coffees, and a beer once, and then we started texting too.

At the end of the semester we decided to do some studying for psychology together. That day we didn’t do any studying at all. You arrived and looked heart-stoppingly handsome and I kept thinking “Oh no, don’t do anything rash, Sam! Just friends, just friends!”. You were cold and wet from riding your motorcycle in the rain and you asked for a hug and I was shy but gave you one anyway. You were hungry and wanted to grab some breakfast, which incidentally happened to be Indian. I wasn’t hungry so I didn’t get anything. We sat in a booth and you ate and we talked. And we talked, and talked, and talked. And laughed too. You were so cuddly, which was odd to me because I never knew anyone to be that way unless they were romantically interested. I thought maybe you liked me; I hoped you did.

You kept hugging me, and then after awhile I kissed you. It seemed like the thing to do at the time. It was an uncertain kiss, and I apologised after, but I so wanted to grab your face and kiss you until we turned blue. Lucky for me, you didn’t seem to mind the kiss, and so then the kisses happened again. And again. I’m pretty sure we managed to gross the whole upstairs cafeteria out actually, but I didn’t care because they were the best kisses. In the afternoon, after hours of talking and some kissing, we both had to go. You walked me to the bus and held my hand and I wasn’t sure what to think of anything that had happened and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to keep kissing you or say sorry I didn’t mean it, but I did feel happy despite all of the confusing thoughts and feelings.

That day was exactly 10 months ago today, and we have been inseparable since. You are my crush, my friend, my partner, my lover. I have never in my life felt for anyone what I feel for you and that totally amazes me. When I was not looking for love, while I was judging you as being too young, too broken, too whatever for me, I found the best love in you. You make me feel so safe in this world, in every sense of the word, and you are my happy place. I love you.

Happy anniversary, Babycakes! xox

30 letters, #1: one to my best friend

Posted at 9:52 am by & filed under Daily Life.

In order to jump-start my writing here, I’m going to do the 30 letters challenge over the next 30 days. Well, hopefully 30 days – I might not make it every single day, but there will be 30 letters! For the most part I won’t be using names, and I may not do the letters in the order listed below (I know, I like to complicate things, haha).

So, here is the list of what the 30 letter will be about:

  1. Your Best Friend
  2. Your Crush
  3. Your parents
  4. Your sibling (or closest relative)
  5. Your dreams
  6. A stranger
  7. Your Ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush
  8. Your favourite internet friend
  9. Someone you wish you could meet
  10. Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to
  11. A Deceased person you wish you could talk to (or, as suggested here, your 14-year-old self)
  12. The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain
  13. Someone you wish could forgive you
  14. Someone you’ve drifted away from
  15. The person you miss the most
  16. Someone that’s not in your state/country
  17. Someone from your childhood
  18. The person that you wish you could be
  19. Someone that pesters your mind—good or bad
  20. The one that broke your heart the hardest
  21. Someone you judged by their first impression
  22. Someone you want to give a second chance to
  23. The last person you kissed
  24. The person that gave you your favourite memory
  25. The person you know that is going through the worst of times
  26. The last person you made a pinky promise to
  27. The friendliest person you knew for only one day
  28. Someone that changed your life
  29. The person that you want tell everything to, but too afraid to
  30. Your reflection in the mirror

And so, without further ado, here is a letter to one of my best friends. :)

Dear Mum,

Some people say parents shouldn’t be their kids’ friends, that they should always be The Parents and stay that way forever. To those people, I give the finger. Without you as my dearest friend as well as mother, I would not be who I am today. I would not laugh so much, nor would I enjoy your company or the company of my family as much as I do. Your friendship has allowed me to feel safe in confiding in you, no matter what the information is, even if it takes me ages to get the words out.

Your friendship has come with a lot of fun and humour which I am so thankful for. Between you, my two sisters and I, we are the best, silliest bunch of friends and I am so blessed to have that. I hope that it continues forever. To be able to not only have you as a mum, who still mothers us in our adulthood and young-adulthood when we are sick or sad, but to also have you as a buddy to laugh and hang-out with is an absolute treasure. You are never not a mother, but you bring a special sort of friendliness to your role that I have seen many girls without. I truly believe your ability to blend the two is part of what makes you the best mum and what makes me so happy and proud to be your daughter and your friend.

I hope that I get to be the mother of a girl one day, and if I do, I will try my best to give to her many of the things you have given me. I hope that she will love me even half as much as I love you because then I would know that I have been truly blessed as a mother, and that I am doing things right. I hope that I can give her courage in her scared moments, as you have given me; that I can make her feel comforted in her saddest times, as you have done for me; that I can laugh with her constantly as you and I do; that I will take her teasing as gracefully as you take the teasing from us girls. I hope that I can teach her not only how to be a good parent, should be choose to be one one day, but to be a wonderful friend. To listen, to know when you step back, to know when to step in, to be honest.

As any best friend is, you are one of the first people I want to share good news with, to go to when the news is bad. Especially when the news is bad because you are also my mum and you above all know how to comfort me in those times. So, thank you, Mum, for being my best friend. I am so lucky to have you feature in my life in more than one capacity.

Yours with so much love,
Your youngest, your last baby, your friend,
Sam.