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Hot Chicks Bake Cookies

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I’d like to share with you one of my favorite Christmas traditions — The day we bake cookies!

Better late than never, right?

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My dear friends Megan and Lucia did most of the work. I took the pictures :)

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Megan’s grandma made some of the cookie cutters. We had a fine assortment.

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Lucia obviously hates being photographed.

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During the down time while the cookies baked, Megan crocheted…

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Megan had the brilliant idea of laying all the cutters out before pressing to use the most rolled out dough possible – such a great idea! Worked like a charm. We used our fine  children of the 80’s Tetris skillz :P

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Then comes the frosting… One for the pile… one for me… one for the pile… one for me.

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Merry (belated) Christmas everybody!

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Incognito

The Mustash

I knit this as a Christmas gift for my 6 year old cousin, Jack, who loves to play spy. His mommy and mama just knocked down their house and built a new one, complete with a spy loft just for Jack. It has a big ladder that leads to a little space where he can keep all his toys. He even just got a telescope for Christmas so he can spy out the window up there ;)

Of course, every spy needs a disguise. When I saw this on Knitty I couldn’t resist.

The body knit up very quickly – I do loves me some circular knitting! The duplicate stitch was a bit time consuming, especially since I hadn’t done it in forever and a day! But all in all, I’m quite pleased with the result.

 

Incognito by Mercedes Tarasovich-Clark

Needles: 16″ US size 8 circulars

Yarn: Cascade 220 Worsted

Ravelry link

Link to free pattern on Knitty

 

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So sneaky

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Photography on a Rainy Day

Rainy day leaves left the trees.

But not all of them...

Taken outside my office building. I love the rain. :)

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Finding Your Sexy

Dearest friends,

I want to share something very close to my heart with you all tonight. I have battled with body image my entire life. My best friend/sister from another mother, Lucia, and I had a conversation once in 2005 about what to wear to a party. I don’t remember exactly what we were discussing, but I clearly remember her telling me I should wear something sexy. I laughed her off, saying yeah right. And she responded, sounding shocked, “Jenny, you don’t think you’re sexy?” And I truthfully, and sadly, answered, “No.”

Sometime in the middle of high school when I eventually hit that wonderful time in my life where boys all of the sudden become VERY attractive, I went a little ballistic on myself. I didn’t get the attention I wanted, and immediately went into a spiral of self loathing, believing wholeheartedly that if I was thinner then I would be happier. I crash dieted. I stopped eating. I took endless doses of diet pills. I exercised for hours on end. Hell and back, my friends. And I know I’m not the only one.

I am 5’9″ and I have been 195 pounds, and I have been 140 pounds. And incredulously, even at my thinnest, I still hated the way I looked and still thought I looked fat. My friends told me I looked too thin and I took it as a compliment. I dressed very modestly, nothing to draw attention to myself. I am sorry to admit that the great running feats on this blog, my marathons, were inspired by losing weight. Weight that didn’t need to be lost.

I’m writing this tonight because I have turned a corner. And I am never looking back.

My journey back to self-love and making peace with my body began after I discovered Crystal Renn, a plus sized model. She is 5’9″ and says she fluctuates between 165 and 175 pounds, and between a size 10 to a voluptuous size 16. I am also 5’9″, am currently 175 pounds, and am a size 12 – that’s right, I said it ;) So by the great art of deductive reasoning, we figure out that this absolutely beautiful, gorgeous, full-figured model is the same size as me :)

She went into the modeling industry at 100 pounds, got very sick, lost huge chunks of her hair, and couldn’t even think anymore from starving herself. Her agency dropped her when, even though she wasn’t eating more than 50-100 calories a day, her body began to hold on to every last morsel and she gained weight. She was a size 2 and they said she was too fat for high fashion modeling. Well, she proved them wrong in a big way ;) She went to a plus size agency, and though she was told she would never be more than a “fat girl” model in catalogs, she now works almost exclusively in high fashion artistic modeling. All at a size 12.

I fell in love with this particular part of her book, Hungry, where she talks about a photograph of herself after gaining weight:

It shows the naked back of a curvy woman, her dark hair curling into tendrils at the nape of her neck… She looks like a Greek goddess or an old Master painting – a Vermeer, a Titian. There’s an eye-catching weightiness to her. As she leans slightly to her right, two modest folds of flesh collect at her waist. (If you were a snarky sort, you might call this lush abundance “back fat.”)… The objective was to show beauty and strength, to offer hope of a healthy future for all women… The woman in that photograph is me.

So there you have it, ladies. We all know that beauty is more than skin deep, but I’m finding that once you learn to love and accept yourself too, doors begin to open. We cannot punish ourselves for being the size we were meant to be. It’s not always easy, but I’m working on it every day.

So let me leave you with a quote from another of my favorite books-turned-film, Eat Pray Love, by Elizabeth Gilbert. At this point she has been in Italy for several weeks indulging in all of the heavenly food in that place.

Let me ask you something, in all the years that you have…undressed in front of a gentleman has he ever asked you to leave? Has he ever walked out and left? No? It’s because he doesn’t care! He’s in a room with a naked girl, he just won the lottery.

I am so tired of saying no, waking up in the morning and recalling every single thing I ate the day before, counting every calorie I consumed so I know just how much self loathing to take into the shower. I’m going for it. I have no interest in being obese, I’m just through with the guilt.

So this is what I’m going to do, I’m going to finish this pizza, and then we are going to go watch the soccer game, and tomorrow we are going to go on a little date and buy ourselves some bigger jeans. — Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat Pray Love

I’m done with the guilt. I flat out refuse to degrade myself or compare myself against smaller thinner women anymore. I’m happy just the way I am, as me. I’m smart, I’m tall, I’m beautiful, I’m curvy, I am sexy, and I know it! So all that being said…

I’m bringing Sexy back.

Yeah.

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Merry Christmas Everyone!

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!!!

We’re keeping up with our fine holiday tradition of having no presents – which started when everyone was broke during the recession, then we realized we liked it better! — Having buffet style food, lots of beer and other lovely alcoholic beverages, and playing games all afternoon and evening. I foresee lots of Catch Phrase, Cranium, Fact or Crap, and Apples to Apples. :)

I’m going to wake up tomorrow on Christmas morning, trudge through the snow… oh wait, I live in San Diego. ::Smacks forehead:: Go and get a Christmas coffee (which is really just coffee, but on Christmas everything is special), put up lights on the house and inside too, clean the house, make some beer bread and possibly some cookies, and watch How the Grinch Stole Christmas. Then wait for family, and friends who may just as well be family, to arrive.

Cheers folks. Have a good one!

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She got Sick

Oh dear me, my dear Readers. I am sick.

I was feeling fine yesterday, up until it was just about bedtime when I started to feel that “sick throat.” I woke up in the middle of the night drenched in sweat (gross) and freezing. Next time I woke up was my alarm for work. I sat up — OOwwwww….. Head….. Hurt….. Lie back down….. Why does my skin hurt? …. Throat all swollen and icky….. Can barely move down the hall to get water in the kitchen….

So I called in sick to work. Everyone is getting sick at work. I knew it was only a matter of time…

Then promptly went back to sleep for four more hours.

I spent an hour this afternoon knitting up some swatches for a  certain scarf I’m getting ready to make.

Then I slept again. And then I blogged.

And then I slept again…. Zzzzzzzzz

 

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Sunday Mimosa Brunch

Or “The Weekend When Jenny Didn’t Stop Drinking!”

I had an excellent week at work. I had a very good review, and my promotion will become officially official at the beginning of January. I’m a kind of a boss now. How exciting.

My ladies took me out for celebratory drinks on Friday night.Went to Hennessey’s in PB and saw a live Irish band. Live Irish band fiddle player made me want to learn how to play irish fiddle. Me thinks I need to start me some lessons. Because I won’t ever get good enough to start my own Irish rock band if I don’t start practicing now.

Saturday night I had a date! … I know right?! Drank all night at a night club that had been completely taken over for the company party, and there was a live band playing cover songs and everything! We decided that it was like professional karaoke. And bonus, the date could dance! Wee! I was being twirled all over the dance floor for a solid hour. My kind of night. Also, we had a flip book made of us dancing around like drunken idiots hehe. ‘Twas a very good night :)

And now we come to this morning. My dear friend made me chorizo  and eggs and fresh squeezed orange juice, and I brought champagne to turn that lovely OJ into mimosas. We linked up via Skype to our BFF over in England! It’s dinner time for her, but she drank mimosas with us anyway. In fact, I think she did the whole bottle herself, which sounds impressive until you realize that everyone in England drinks everyday.

I’m finally living the good life :)

 

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