New post on look book !

See previous blog for link on lookbook!

Don't hesitate. Go paparazzi.

This summer, a summer of transition, and moving away from tradition has made me aware of its rarity and the importance of both remembering it, as well as preserving it. 

Sometimes we have to put ourselves in awkward situations. 

But if that awkward situation is taking a picture- an awkward moment that may take seconds but preserve a memory that will carry through, years from now, who cares?

Don't get me wrong- for a while there, I thought: what do I need a picture for, enjoy the moment. 

And fine, that argument can hold up. 

But if you've ever asked someone over 50 about a time in their youth, a trip, a friend, you'll take that picture. 

If you've ever scrounged around for pictures to make a special birthday card for someone, you'll know. 

I'd also like to note, that just because you take pictures, does not mean that you need to put ALL of them on facebook, tumblr, or whatever. In fact, I'm saying, don't. It takes the privacy and specialness out of it. 

So, this summer, my challenge is to enjoy the summer, take pictures, and savor most, eeking out only a few for the social media websites. 

Maybe instead, appreciate what a picture is- a moment captured, between those who were actually in the picture. 

More excuses, eh?

My work at the day camp will be finishing up in...9 more days. Until then, I'm struggling to get through, let alone be blogging.

HOWEVER...

My lookbook is officially up and running, my dears!

http://lookbook.nu/kashmeira

Check me out, my first post revolves around my shoes (err...sort of...)

With much love, 

your aspiring, but currently lazy, blogger

The show must go on.

Dear friends and family members who are (hopefully) reading and keeping up to date with my blog,

I am sorry to inform you that I have been a major slacker.

I had some personal issues needed to be dealt with as well as starting back up at work. 

However, I am back on track and roaring to go!

Get ready (and keep your socks on for this...) for at least a weekly update, exciting headlines, interesting articles, and, as usual, my sometimes sarcastic, occasionally enlightening, brutally bad, blog. 

I've got some great ideas for upcoming posts...as well as the always pertinent rant. 

Lots of Love,

G

Facebook; a generational genius, or genocide?

When it comes to love, the age old rule is all things fair in love and war. But, this saying was popular long before the advent of today's social media god— the one and only Facebook. 

In one place you can discover someone's age, occupation, hobbies, dislikes, friends, and education And if you're a true "Facebook creeper," you can read their on line conversation. So the dutiful investigative reporter that I tend to be, I may "creep" on the guy I like— and quite to my dismay. 
Facebook will not only tell me, but rather show mr every girl he casually converses with wall-to-wall. I get to see the profile pic, which seems to be quite popular for the All American Single man— the notorious girl on each side. (the irony is that my Mr. Big is not American... But you get the gist). 
Knowing that creeping on him will only frustrate me should entail that I STOP looking. One would think I'd develop an aversion to it, evolve girl, evolve! But, like a small child who touches the stove and gets burned, I lack the sense to not touch the stove again!
 Not only can this turn even the most content girl jealous, but Facebook also ruins other things. When the temptation is there to Facebook chat, message, wallpost of even poke someone is there, there can be little to say when the first date finally does role around. Or if you're a habitual Facebook status updater, you could have mistakenly filled in your friends, family, lover, and miscellaneous amounts of people who can see your profile (depending in your privacy settings), your every eat, move, hang out and favorite inspirational quote (don't pretend you haven't had a Proust, Emerson, Churchill, Plato or Beatles quote!) 

So, in the age of technology which creates even the most non-gossipers omniscient, what's a girl in love to do?

What I've Learned From Summer Storms

Summer storms
Just when the temperature reaches 90 degrees, the lawn drying up, the pressure hitting your skull, that's when the sky breaks.

The sky cracks open, and sends bathtubs of water down— static and strobe lights cut the sky.
I think its natures way of saying "it's okay to break down". It's okay, because when the pressure is too much and the heat is on— start anew.

I went to bed last night but couldn't sleep. The clock ticked midnight and the final rerun of Frasier ended, and I sauntered to bed. Maybe it's being in, for once, for the night, maybe it's going to bed when you're not really ready, but I found myself tossing and turning.

I didn't have the typical foggy groggy thoughts, but rather, clear, laundry lists, mistakes, and propositions came to mind.

And like the sky, my mind opened up, flooded with thoughts.

I've decided. Summer is... Well just a summer. I don't need to make grand commitments, but rather go with the flow and have fun.
And that's exactly what I've decided to let happen with The Boy, friends, plans... Just let it be.

I know, it's completely against my personality, I'm a list making, rigid, "emotionally complicated," "over analytical," and an over all type A personality.

But guess what? I'm going go challenge myself this summer. I'm going to push myself. I'm going to learn to relax and put things into perspective.

Instead of running inside and hiding when the storm comes, I'm going to run into, enjoy it, see its' beauty, and try not to look back.
So, welcome, summer 2011.

How to survive a summer cold without missing all the fun.

I must admit. 2 weeks of parties, partying, no sleep, and poor nutrition caught up with me. Or rather smacked my invincibility to a grinding halt.

What's worse then having a cold in beach weather?

But instead of moping about my stupidity (I should have seen this coming... Maybe taken zicam?!), I'm making do and pushing ahead. So here are some of the lessons learned.

1. A summer cold doesn't need to be the worst thing in the world. Think of it as a moment to relax and reflect. Say no to plans for a day (or two!) to recuperate. Put your feet up, watch some TV, and rest.
2. Your going to need to adjust the fluid pumping of a typical winter cold, so why not go iced!? Make herbal tea and chill it in the fridge, for some electrolytes, have some lemonade (get the good stuff, like Newman's own). For a meal replacement, go ahead and make a delicious smoothie- try strawberries, carrots, bananas and cucumber. Skip the yogurt or milk and use tea to thin it!
3. Were programmed to associate colds with chicken soup, yes? Well you can also try cold soups, fresh fruit salads (see above... Blueberries, grapes, apples, and bananas... just throw in whatever you have in the house, and enjoy!), and maybe a little hot chicken soup. (after all, mum DOES know best).
4. Pick up some fun summer movies to get you through the gloom of a summer cold. I watched Mama Mia! while recuperating on the couch yesterday, and it definitely made me feel better.
5. Lastly, after your initial day of misery, don't be afraid to hit the beach. The sun may be the best thing you could do! After all, it's a low energy activity. But make sure not to over do it, you'll only know when its time to come in!

So... Make the most of a rotten summer cold!