Cat Lady Update

Our stray Oliver is still coming around for breakfast and dinner. (We may have also made a bad choice and given him some of the fancy grain-free treats Toby stopped liking, and now he may or may not sit and wait for treats before he eats said breakfast and dinner…)

I’m able to get a lot closer to him–especially if I have treats–and he doesn’t seem to mind if I’m out on the deck reading as he relaxes after dinner. But so far, I’ve only been able to barely brush his side and he immediately shifted away.

It takes time to take a wild creature, I guess. That’s Cat Lady 101.

Waterfalls and Pancakes

We packed a hike, tree shopping, yard work, more HOA paperwork, a night with friends, and a pancake breakfast at my mom’s into the four-day weekend. The snow melt is on, so the waterfalls up any canyon right now are excellent (just like my mom’s pancakes and roses).

Friday Links

1. I’ve seen a couple of articles lately talking about the demise of J. Crew. (I haven’t felt like things have been “must-have” from there for a while, but I think that’s partly because my style is getting less preppy/fussy.) One of the articles linked to the “J. Crew Crew,” which I can’t believe I didn’t know about: a woman animates the catalog pictures, adds a ridiculous story, and does all the voices. Guys, there’s a theme song!

J.Crew Crew Episode 1: The Honeymoon? from Meghan O’Neill on Vimeo.

2. Maybe J. Crew should remember this life advice (and also stop making seersucker ball gowns).

Paying My Dues

(See what I did with that post title?!)

When I bought my house I wanted new construction but also wanted to be in an established neighborhood. That meant an infill development, which meant a townhouse, which seemed ok to a timid first-time home buyer who didn’t have a lawnmower.

But it also meant an HOA, which has proven to be mildly annoying (shared sprinkler boxes, a treasurer who almost got our water shut off by not paying the bills, etc). And now it’s my turn to be on the HOA board, which means I inherited four piles of papers–with invoices from 2012, five copies of the HOA  insurance policy, CC&R amendments, etc.– and have been slowly wrangling it into organized binders that can be passed on to the next member of the board and actually make sense:

 

We’re getting there. (There’s one more binder to go.) And special thanks to Doc and his willingness to call the city (the developer was still listed on most legal documents in the pile, even though they skipped town five years ago) and his help organizing all this. It’s a big job. But leaving all the papers unorganized would be, as my Dad says, “the easy way–but not the cowboy way.”

Not Shopping

I’ve been trying to cut my spending since the year began, but this month I’ve finally done it. The trick? Not shopping. Turns out when you don’t look at things you want to buy, you don’t buy them and you don’t spend money! I can’t even take credit for this revolutionary idea–I went through the blog Style Bee’s monthlong “Shopping Fast,” which she positions as the first way to reset your closet. (I downloaded the workbook and unsubscribed from store offers and everything.)

So I’ve been thinking a lot about shopping, not shopping, and why it’s so easy to click “buy” and found this article from a program at the Pratt Institute: How Evolutionary Instincts Drive Modern Day Shopping Behaviors

Our brains are primed for new. When we see something novel, an area of the brain called the substantia niagra releases the reward chemical, dopamine. If you put yourselves in the shoes of our ancestors this makes sense. Finding something new was either an opportunity for something better, like shelter, food, or a mate, or was something dangerous that should be avoided. Either way, coming across a surprise, meant they had to give it some attention. …

We have evolved to be complex animals able to program computers, build skyscrapers, and fly across oceans, but we still elicit responses from our ancestral brains. Next time you go shopping, think about whether your ancestral brain is being primed – do you really NEED that $20 dress or cheap pair of flip-flops? Can you fight the feeling and save up for the better quality item? Is the item REALLY new or a variation of something you saw last season? It is not going to be easy, because you are fighting thousands of years of natural selection.

Tuesday Projects Pending

I have a long weekend ahead and two shirts to cut out–one for me and one for Doc. I may be getting cocky, but I think I can get two projects done in June, putting me a month ahead for my “one project a month” self-inflicted challenge.

However, each one involves some pattern mods, so I’m probably being unrealistic. The blue (for me) is going to be an oversized Grainline Archer with a slight hi-low hem, to copy a favorite Madewell plaid shirt.

And the yellow plaid is going to be a basic short-sleeve for Doc, but I’m finally going to try draping the yoke and shoulders to get a better fit, as David Page Coffin explains in Shirtmaking:

 
Don’t tell Doc he’s going to get some fabric pinned to him…

Friday Links

1. Speaking of fashion 20 years ago, this article from The Cut brought back memories of Hard Candy nail polish and JNCO jeansAll the Cool Girls Had One: 16 Women on Teen Status Symbols.(I was never cool enough for JNCOs. My friend was, though. She took art classes and was a rebel; I took orchestra and wasn’t.)

2. And, appropriate for a Friday, “The psychological importance of wasting time.”

We put off sleeping in, or going for a long walk, or reading by the window—and, even if we do manage time away from the grind, it comes with a looming awareness of the things we should be doing, and so the experience is weighed down by guilt.

Instead, there’s a tendency to turn to the least fulfilling tendency of them all: Sitting at our desk, in front of our computer, browsing websites and contributing to neither our happiness nor our productivity.

Uniforms

If you’d talked to me twenty years ago about a daily uniform, I would have written you pages of teen prose about individuality in the face of the system and how dare anyone try to take away the only way we had to express ourselves.

But. The older I get the less time I want to spend thinking about what I’m wearing. I love clothes–I mean, my hobby is making them–but I don’t want to have to pick from a closet where I have to remember, “This is too cold, this is a little tight, this feels too formal, this doesn’t work under that,” and so on. I’m moving towards a formula, if not an outright uniform (part of why I’m spending the summer making blue shirts).

This Harper’s Bazaar interview with a female art director at Saatchi (from 2015) really helped me put the whole “uniform” thoughts into better words and action. What she says about working in a creative office is so true:

“…office style is commonly informal in my industry. We have been given the opportunity to reflect our true personalities in everything we wear, every day—to extol our ‘creative spirits’ in everything we do. As if all of that wasn’t enough, let’s add to the mix the extensive pressure on women to uphold a flawless appearance. Here, we ultimately end up with an unscalable mountain of high expectations. No wonder many people walk around feeling that the world owns them, when it really should be the other way around.

The thought of reclaiming the driver’s seat can feel overwhelming, but even small changes can make a huge difference. The simple choice of wearing a work uniform has saved me countless wasted hours thinking, ‘what the hell am I going to wear today?’ And in fact, these black trousers and white blouses have become an important daily reminder that frankly, I’m in control.”

Persistance

Sometimes the bastards do grind you down but then you re-discover McSweeney’s and find this gem: “Nevertheless, He Persisted: Tales of Masculine Perseverance.” A sample:

Robert Engle, 39, loved the arts. He had a favorite female novelist, a favorite female painter, a favorite female film director, and so on. When someone in his book club asked why he separately categorized art made by women, he didn’t know how to respond. But he persisted in doing so, nevertheless.