tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41536628134221872322024-03-21T08:30:07.751-07:00A Life in ImagesMusings, travels, and discoveries in life, showcased by images (and the occasional word), both my own and otherwise.Janelle Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09639241374670723114noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662813422187232.post-61688543321938157122010-10-20T15:53:00.000-07:002010-10-20T15:53:25.130-07:00It Gets Better.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh1XBz2Gl0XHguLGWLBlqLeAoRz5oHpyvwZPDQHQDviOTCva1GgeOpnY2WPyrEBamYTHQ8C4pV_AQwR5HuRKrohyYhfWV4_206qBCsPqPpciAtXeALNtZVVrAZuGy0NMaaYCeujc8ltKc/s1600/itgetsbetter1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh1XBz2Gl0XHguLGWLBlqLeAoRz5oHpyvwZPDQHQDviOTCva1GgeOpnY2WPyrEBamYTHQ8C4pV_AQwR5HuRKrohyYhfWV4_206qBCsPqPpciAtXeALNtZVVrAZuGy0NMaaYCeujc8ltKc/s400/itgetsbetter1.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">"</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">It’s been decided. On October 20th, 2010, we will wear purple in honor of the 6 gay boys who committed suicide in recent weeks/months due to homophobic abuse in their homes and at their schools. Purple represents Spirit on the LGBTQ flag and that’s exactly what we’d like all of you to have with you: spirit. Please know that times will get better and that you will meet people who will love you and respect you for who you are, no matter your sexuality. Please wear purple on October 20th. Tell your friends, family, co-workers, neighbors and schools. RIP Tyler Clementi, Asher Brown, Seth Walsh, Justin Aaberg, Raymond Chase and Billy Lucas. You are loved." credit <a href="http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=122462384475928&index=1">here</a>. </span></span></div>Janelle Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09639241374670723114noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662813422187232.post-87013498823403646632010-10-18T23:03:00.000-07:002010-10-18T23:04:09.131-07:00Magic Monday<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">This week's Magic Monday is from Celeste of </span><a href="http://celesteswanderlust.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Wanderlust</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">, a fantastic blog on life and all of its wonderful components. Her pictures are stunning, her travels worthy of envy, and her musings charming and genuine.</span><br />
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</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">"I've never been afraid of heights, but when I stood with my toes aligned with the cliff my heart skipped beats. The ocean was so big, and so blue. Thinking back now, I can still feel the heat of the rocks and my wet footprints evaporating in the sun. And I can feel my legs pushing off, my heart sinking, and the warm, welcoming blue as I fell into it.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;" /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;" /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">This is how I'll always remember</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"><span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1287448304_0" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(54, 99, 136); border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 2px; cursor: pointer; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Greece</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">. It's the clearest blue water you've ever seen. The refreshing ocean in the heat of warm sun. The saltiest water you've ever tasted- so much salt that you can just float and bask and think, "</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"><i style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Am I really here?</span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">"</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;" /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;" /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">This photo brings back so many feelings. It was taken in</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"><span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1287448304_1" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(54, 99, 136); border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 2px; cursor: pointer; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Aegina</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">, a beautiful island southwest of</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"><span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1287448304_2" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(54, 99, 136); border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 2px; cursor: pointer; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Athens</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">, during my trip to Greece a year ago. To me, this photo isn't only of an amazing experience, but it also represents the leap into my wanderlust heart. It's understanding that there's always a little fear in what's ahead of you but going for it anyway because you don't learn when you hold back.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;" /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;" /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">(Also, if you look really, really closely, you can see a little green kayak out further in the middle of the sea. That's my friend, Jamil. And the little blob swimming next to him is my friend, Chris. Both wonderful friends I made that summer.)"</span></span>Janelle Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09639241374670723114noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662813422187232.post-14938725665201638842010-10-17T18:52:00.000-07:002010-10-17T18:53:11.680-07:00The Great Pumpkin<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: auto;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"><br />
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</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Saturday marked my first trip to a pumpkin patch in many, many years. I always have an incredible nostalgic yearning for all of the things I did when I was small, and the pumpkin patch was no exception. To finally get to go was just as exciting as I hoped it would be.</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The boyfriend was far less picky with his pumpkin selection than I. Determined to find just the right one, we wound up in quite an ambitious trek around the length of farm patch. Eventually, I settled on one (which I named Philip), only for his stem to break off. No other pumpkins compared, and I came to overlook this handicap and take him home anyway.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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The patch we went to had a petting zoo, bakery, and a pig show. But despite the tempting food options, such as fresh corn, we skipped eating at the farm and made our way to an adorable 1950s Diner.<br />
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It was a supremely lovely afternoon.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Pumpkins, spice cake, and the crunch of leaves - these are the reasons I love fall. The lovely boyfriend and I took a trip north to visit a pumpkin patch, pet goats, and eat caramel apples (though we didn't actually eat caramel apples).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Photos and pumpkin details are to follow in the next post. For now, here is what I wore.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixti166whFYummYb4D3xPmG-qwY2zv9Ahq-gTJhb9fpXdtnCiWyz7xsO4HuJ7SxD2lTgWPNQZTb3ZcNAsnqWRk1-Q5ltJuOh-nY9FgOXO71aWsqRljYiSfEQK14cAYMvnUZiQY22gnUz0/s1600/IMG_5839.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixti166whFYummYb4D3xPmG-qwY2zv9Ahq-gTJhb9fpXdtnCiWyz7xsO4HuJ7SxD2lTgWPNQZTb3ZcNAsnqWRk1-Q5ltJuOh-nY9FgOXO71aWsqRljYiSfEQK14cAYMvnUZiQY22gnUz0/s200/IMG_5839.JPG" width="133" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhujdxvIlgs4n3x2V38ZL9WNdcpcMG7dr3sW1XjcNZsD285aRiLSMV_vqeYhzZPVsN48JYzL4efbORsp1JT3OGSt7cz9pNF5zkBAUfkExgyVpnwLIOgqTiyjcrekarPuQu-hLFfqL7uC1U/s1600/IMG_5846.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhujdxvIlgs4n3x2V38ZL9WNdcpcMG7dr3sW1XjcNZsD285aRiLSMV_vqeYhzZPVsN48JYzL4efbORsp1JT3OGSt7cz9pNF5zkBAUfkExgyVpnwLIOgqTiyjcrekarPuQu-hLFfqL7uC1U/s200/IMG_5846.jpg" width="133" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><b>Outfit:</b></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Dress - H&M, Knit Cape - Secondhand, Leggings - Secondhand, Hat - Urban Outfitters</span></i></div>Janelle Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09639241374670723114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662813422187232.post-79484309835687462172010-10-15T16:17:00.000-07:002010-10-15T16:18:21.083-07:00Wandering Days<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxsn6qtZn-U1mY5nNiBK0qCxh06Dk5n8t6yvhp3ILCkEm2j-k-XQsRN77drMVM0cS82wjJxFy31BlzALdOeSj9HEDlRzfdmqDoCWXNdiYjyjtK9fZI8AJCGnZ_Zh86JJIExzNmytbeeSs/s1600/IMG_5794.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxsn6qtZn-U1mY5nNiBK0qCxh06Dk5n8t6yvhp3ILCkEm2j-k-XQsRN77drMVM0cS82wjJxFy31BlzALdOeSj9HEDlRzfdmqDoCWXNdiYjyjtK9fZI8AJCGnZ_Zh86JJIExzNmytbeeSs/s400/IMG_5794.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It is easily forgotten how hectic the academic year can be in the heat of summer. However, in these turning leaves of fall, as I arrive on campus at 8 am to work, only to finally shuffle home after 6 pm from my exercise class at the gym, I could not wish for the leisure of summer more. Sure, there is a certain degree of pleasure in knowing my days are packed with pay checks, homework assignments, cardio classes, and lunch dates. But there is a lovely feeling derived from waking up and having the whole day to my whims. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In an effort to keep my sanity, I will be trying to keep my coming weekend as laid back as possible despite pumpkin patch plans, yoga, a friend's surprise party (in which I am baking a cake), and volunteering at the NW African American Museum. I am so thankful for gcal.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">What helps you hold on to your sanity when your days are full to the brim?</div>Janelle Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09639241374670723114noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662813422187232.post-19941613270667145872010-10-12T19:09:00.000-07:002010-10-12T19:09:25.516-07:00Giveaway?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/f/f8/Early_photo_of_seattle_space_needle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/f/f8/Early_photo_of_seattle_space_needle.jpg" width="260" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Photo courtesy of </span><a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Early_photo_of_seattle_space_needle.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">wikimedia</span></a></div><br />
I have nearly 10 followers! I know this sounds like quite a small number, but it has me very excited. I never thought I could get one person to read my thoughts, let alone several. I have decided to aim for a giveaway at 20 followers. It will be a collection of some lovely Seattle themed items (because I'm starting to think this blog is as much about my city as it is about me!).<br />
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If we can reach 20 followers by November 15th, I shall have the most charming Pacific Northwest Giveaway.Janelle Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09639241374670723114noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662813422187232.post-25745991730675059342010-10-11T17:39:00.000-07:002010-10-11T17:40:14.553-07:00London Calling<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0SckSVbmmv4Rz6Pu6vUkwVdlpCYbVpiO17PTHNWmTrEBaab_Fi1wyIbz7XZBaS9CyJ15jh_7rqunlQgWkKq7y6gDWt9WxwobREoXf9FLB2GJUtOh6xyTBXrYKSvlbNkjbV3ruBLr-MsY/s1600/IMG_5779.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0SckSVbmmv4Rz6Pu6vUkwVdlpCYbVpiO17PTHNWmTrEBaab_Fi1wyIbz7XZBaS9CyJ15jh_7rqunlQgWkKq7y6gDWt9WxwobREoXf9FLB2GJUtOh6xyTBXrYKSvlbNkjbV3ruBLr-MsY/s320/IMG_5779.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Now seems a better time than any to touch on the topic of my outfit posts and the awkward dance that is my daily wardrobe photo documentation.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Being that I live in Seattle, in an apartment, in a very busy part of town, taking my photos always tends to be hurried and frantic. Occasionally, I have a roommate or boyfriend on hand and we can walk somewhere to take a few shots. But more often than not, I have my tripod, my self-timer, and an inner battle of embarrassment at the thought of walking to a public space to take pictures of MYSELF. </div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">My building is a charming complex built in the 1920s, it's brick with ivy on the outside, hardwood and glass door knobs on the inside (perhaps I'll share photos with you all?). Unfortunately, the unit faces the back alley and several other apartments. Sunshine never quite peeks in enough to provide ample light for indoor photos. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">Thus, the photo dilema deepens.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">The alley to which my back door opens to has little foot traffic and lovely lighting. Thankfully, it's the perfect place to snap a few quick shots before I run off to class, or once I get home from work. My days are fast paced sprints between class, work, someone's house, the library, and (sometimes) home. Fitting in photos can be difficult. So if you're wondering why you've seen this delightful wall so many times, that is why. Call it my comfort blanket.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">I know many bloggers use their tripod and take stunning photos in their own environment. Where do you take outfit pictures?</div>Janelle Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09639241374670723114noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662813422187232.post-47574932105988897002010-10-11T16:36:00.000-07:002010-10-11T18:35:07.144-07:00Magic Monday: Lovely LydiaToday's <strong>Magic Monday</strong> is Lydia of <a href="http://styleisstyle.blogspot.com/">Style is Style</a>. She is a brilliant and charming blogger who hails from just north of me (BC, Canada). Her blog is both heart warming and fun to read and I am so grateful to have her contribute something to my young blog. Maybe one of these days when I'm in Vancouver I'll be able grab a cupcake with her and hear more!<br />
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Here is what she had to say...<br />
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"I hold this picture very dear to me. It was taken on <span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1286830110_2" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(54, 99, 136); border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 2px; cursor: pointer;">February 12</span>, 2010, on my first trip to <span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1286830110_3" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(54, 99, 136); border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 2px; cursor: pointer;">New York City</span>. It's of <span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1286830110_4" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(54, 99, 136); border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 2px; cursor: pointer;">Grand Central Station</span>, and it was one of the very first photos I shot after arriving in the Big Apple. I am still awestruck that I got to the amazing opportunity to be a part of Chictopia's first <span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1286830110_5">Fashion Week</span> event. I can't believe I went to NYC!!! It's been months and it's still one of the most surreal things to happen to me. I met sooo many amazing bloggers (many of whom I had been admiring from afar, aka the Internet) and I had so, so, so much fun! Such a great experience! This little thing called blogging has brought such interesting and amazing people and places into my life, and I am very excited for whatever may come of it in the future. "Janelle Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09639241374670723114noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662813422187232.post-6353514003104705512010-10-09T12:09:00.000-07:002010-10-09T12:13:22.624-07:00Pistol Dreams<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Living in a world without art is unimaginable. There is something to be said for communities that can reflect their vibrancy via acrylic paint and an old brick wall. I love being able to walk down the street and appreciate free magic all around me (although I will be paying to see the Picasso exhibit at the SAM this fall).</div><br />
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These photos were taken at and around Cal Anderson Park in Capitol Hill. It was another stunning, fall day, and we wandered around the Capitol Hill shops as I admired skirts I couldn't really afford, snapped photos of my lovely city, and ate delicious thai food with the best friend and the boyfriend.<br />
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</div>Janelle Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09639241374670723114noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662813422187232.post-28332084461640457162010-10-09T01:36:00.000-07:002010-10-09T01:36:38.634-07:00Wicked Words<b>Note</b>: This is not a light blog post.<br />
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As an english major, I have been trained to entertain words, to use them, and to bend them to form new meanings. Many of my peers feel words are words, that they carry only the meaning we give them, and for the most part I agree. However, there have been some words that I've always felt leave a bitter taste in my mouth -- words of hate, words that are meant to cut, words that cross a line. Tonight that line was crossed. Tonight, for the first time in my life, I was called the n word.<br />
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I am of mixed race, half black and half chinese. I have lived a privileged life, relatively free from discrimination. I grew up in a predominantly white suburb of fairly kind folk, and I never identified myself as substantially different. I never acknowledged either racial heritage, I never explored the extent of pain and discrimination my ancestors suffered. It wasn't until last Winter, when I took my first African American studies class, that I cried for the first time over the racial struggle we all deal with (black or white), both in the past, and today.<br />
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What happened tonight took me by surprise. It was not from the mouth of a stranger or of a white supremacist preaching hate on my campus, but from the mouth of a someone I knew. They said it with a southern accent, as they instructed me to get out of their room. But what hurt more, was that they said it in jest, jokingly and that after the fact, they felt no remorse. It was as if they deemed it as no more eventful than a trip to the dentist office or the grocery store.<br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Shortly after, I cried. My boyfriend sat next to me, held my hand, and let me cry. I cried out of shock, I cried because I was hurt, and I cried because I'd made it nineteen years without ever being called such a hurtful world. There have been so many people whose lives have been filled with powerful words daily. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">How I will resolve the situation, I don't know. I can still taste the ice cold sting of hearing something so jarring. Words are funny that way, they can pack a powerful punch. They can make an English major, a little girl who has always loved words, cry. Tonight, wicked words made me cry.</div>Janelle Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09639241374670723114noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662813422187232.post-38239779010157037032010-10-07T17:46:00.000-07:002010-10-07T17:46:15.940-07:00Silver Soul<div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">At last, the ominous grey and swift winds we know all too well have made their appearance in the Northwest. There's a comfort in their arrival, I must admit. The weather is finally catching up to the smells and sights of fall.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I predict a visit to the pumpkin patch in the near future. Because quite frankly, I'm aching to continue the series of adventures I embarked on this summer, into the fall. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Where do you go when you've got an afternoon? What do you like to wear on day trips to be both comfortable and chic?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I think I need a good, healthy dose of Paris. </div><br />
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</div>Janelle Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09639241374670723114noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662813422187232.post-90277677602393149892010-10-06T17:26:00.000-07:002010-10-06T17:26:33.786-07:00Farm Friendly<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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I'm especially fond of this outfit as it puts to good use one of my favorite items, my Anthropolgie hen sweater (I always struggle with what to pair this with). While fun and bright, my creativity has yet to figure out the complete extent to which I can utilize it. Suggestions?<br />
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My dear friend (and roommate), Jasmine, kindly snapped these photos of me in the fall sun. Unfortunately, we took them when the sun was highest, and they came out quite bright. I have always enjoyed Jasmine's sense of fashion. The polar opposite of mine it includes a plethora of black, a love of animal print, and a chic edge that I could never pull off. Additionally, Jasmine sews and modifys a lot of her own pieces. The talent comes from her mom, who made her lovely purse.<br />
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</div>My new goal for fall, more DIY.Janelle Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09639241374670723114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662813422187232.post-44933331205656525752010-10-05T08:28:00.000-07:002010-10-11T18:37:40.854-07:00Je t'aime, ParisParis Fashion week is always an inspiration. But sometimes the best looks aren't on the runway, they're on the streets.<br />
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Here are my favorites thus far...<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">all photos courtesy of Elle</span></div>Janelle Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09639241374670723114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662813422187232.post-64532981491806995292010-10-04T17:33:00.000-07:002010-10-04T18:07:15.644-07:00If I Were a Boy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC-TRBqw-PLZoVd-cnSNKWXflfsUifk4jYfY3jdFT1TtEFJkhf90vpJjxVPEFoZ9clDiJdIK41aFd5EeGHJcdNiDLdXs6UH6HUQd8-wORb1Hr6IZ8pAitF2lpkHU1LfT72oTW6rB3Rh4Y/s1600/IMG_5543.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC-TRBqw-PLZoVd-cnSNKWXflfsUifk4jYfY3jdFT1TtEFJkhf90vpJjxVPEFoZ9clDiJdIK41aFd5EeGHJcdNiDLdXs6UH6HUQd8-wORb1Hr6IZ8pAitF2lpkHU1LfT72oTW6rB3Rh4Y/s400/IMG_5543.JPG" width="266" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I like to think that if I were a boy, this is how I'd dress. Patterned button-ups, cardigans, high waisted bottoms and slim belts. Thus, this looks is to me, the pinnacle of a feminine take on menswear. I wore this today, as I spent yesterday on my deathbed sick with who knows what. It was a combination sinus, throat, headache catastrophe that was perhaps a blessing in disguise as I spent the entire day in bed doing Astrobiology reading.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Even as I woke up this morning, I wondered if I would make it to school (errr...work, I don't have school Mondays). Luckily, I brightened up and was greeted by even more Seattle sunshine. These photos were quickly snapped on my way out the door.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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Here's what she had to say...<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"As a personal style blogger I take daily pictures for my blog to record my outfits. The longer I blogged the more invested I became in my “photo shoots” and I began dragging my tripod out and about with me on little adventures into the wild. Yet, despite the initial idea of recording what I’m wearing, my favorite shots are the ones where I’m in profile or my back is to the camera…something about the absence of a face in these photographs allows me to remove myself and my experience that day from the image. Instead of the actual experience and the person I really am, I look at the image and conjure up some impressive heroine and a day of epic proportions.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Even the images of other photographers who leave their subjects faceless and anonymous are often my favorite. An empty scene can lack depth or a sense of a story, but once a person enters the pictures, even unknown, a plot starts to emerge, but the essence of the story and main character is left to the viewer to decide. They’re the visual equivalent of reading a first-person story and feeling as though you become the lead character…but perhaps I spend too much time staring at anonymous photographs and reading fairy tales.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">For better or for worse, this is one of my favorite pictures from the past year. I’m 23, but looking at it I can imagine being a small child and diving into clouds…not a murky lake."</div>Janelle Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09639241374670723114noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662813422187232.post-26998263559108934742010-10-03T13:22:00.000-07:002010-10-03T13:22:02.366-07:00The Village<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc7EO651WEYKGOcmPBKtbnr0av1yOhr1aqbJ-8PYcXK4s5wgBy-BgkaRHD2bGyy2NB-3md17hJbs5cjinMkH_CzTH46ac1xyIY4vgwSOZ-0Z5B1yZT4g72dZdcsxog58mW1X7-LBrV9mY/s1600/IMG_3028.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc7EO651WEYKGOcmPBKtbnr0av1yOhr1aqbJ-8PYcXK4s5wgBy-BgkaRHD2bGyy2NB-3md17hJbs5cjinMkH_CzTH46ac1xyIY4vgwSOZ-0Z5B1yZT4g72dZdcsxog58mW1X7-LBrV9mY/s400/IMG_3028.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Seattle is partly such a great place to live because of all that it offers in terms of entertainment. We are nestled between sea and mountains, with activities for those who don't love nature somewhere in between. No matter how long I live in the area, I don't think I'll experience every lovely thing we have to do. However, yesterday, I was able to check one activity off my list as my family and I took a Tillicum Village lunch cruise across the sound. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The ferry departed from the Seattle waterfront, and after a charming and narrated 45 minute boat ride (with hot chocolate), we arrived at Blake's Island. They set up a delicious spread of fresh cooked salmon, mixed greens, stew, rice, and fresh fruit. Later, this was followed up by a raspberry chocolate dessert.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Post lunch, a show consisting of various Native American tribal dances was performed, and then we were released to explore the island further on our own. Or, for those less outdoor savvy, there was a gift shop, offering up tiny dream catchers and bear paw necklaces.</div><br />
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Overall, it was a good way to spend the afternoon with the family. But would I consider this a real cultural activity and anything more than a fun tourist attraction? Probably not. The food was lovely, the outdoors as usual were beautiful, and for something to do just once, Tillicum Village was perfect.<br />
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</div>Yesterday, my family and I took a lunch cruise to Blake's Island and Tillicum Village (see next post). With a long and cold ferry ride ahead of me, I bundled up in a winter jacket and pink scarf. Given that the rain hadn't yet crept in, I was able to wear comfortable heals and something in my hair that wouldn't have to hide under an umbrella.<br />
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</div>Janelle Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09639241374670723114noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662813422187232.post-56833131136453079692010-10-02T17:37:00.000-07:002010-10-02T18:43:05.067-07:00Boots Made for Walking<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgl5GDr_m43nc6YdDpaHXbw0AKUme9HL9uaAIRITttKZb4pyuzFSIO_pTIpYrsqNxFqJMMP8Jkg-aH5skyOpzHWbgvXuuivE35pujwK2ropCQkzWNP7FNtpy6RKw1aGQM4nwNKb5VTlbE/s1600/IMG_5506.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgl5GDr_m43nc6YdDpaHXbw0AKUme9HL9uaAIRITttKZb4pyuzFSIO_pTIpYrsqNxFqJMMP8Jkg-aH5skyOpzHWbgvXuuivE35pujwK2ropCQkzWNP7FNtpy6RKw1aGQM4nwNKb5VTlbE/s320/IMG_5506.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Another gorgeous Seattle day, and I spent it mostly indoors. I worked until early afternoon, and by the time I got out, grey, ominous clouds had snuck their way in. Luckily, I was wearing a very comfortable outfit that transitioned easily from sunshine to breezy and dark. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">The scarf I'm wearing is a brand new addition. My dad brought it back from Lisben, Portugal on his latest business trip. He also brought back many other lovely things, including another pink scarf, a hand carved bracelet, and a tiny coin pouch. These boots however, have been in my closet for years, a true Goodwill find.</div><br />
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</div>I also wore this outfit to see The Social Network, a film which as it's already been said by many critics, quite successfully defines our generation. This outfit was extra comfortable for the films debut. I always love layers at the movies because you never know just how warm or cold a theater will be.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I haven't created something in ages. AGES. That's why I decided to start "For You Fridays", a weekly section to motivate me to create a small postcard, and then mail it to a fellow blogger or friend with some sweet words on the back. Once my little blog has developed some followers, I'd love to select a recipient from the comments on "For You Friday" posts. But until then, these might just be sent to dear friends.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This weeks postcard was made with textured paper from my craft box, magazine cut outs, and a vintage photograph given to me by one of my high school art teachers (the date on the back is '63). </div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Desperately in need of a haircut, I wore this outfit home to my parents house yesterday. No, I do not have a hairdresser in Seattle (a very large, and very fashionable city). Why you ask? Because I've been getting my hair cut by the same stylist for five years. We have a hair bond, and I trust no one with sheers to get anywhere close to my mop in less it's her. </span></div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">My Parent's house is smack-dab in the heart of the suburbs, something I always hated when I was growing up. Going back I can't say I like it any more, but I do like the ease of taking photos. It's a lot less awkward taking pictures in my quite neighborhood than trying to find somewhere semi-private in the city. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Before I went to my parent's house yesterday, I had my first day of classes. I'm taking Intro to Poetry, Astrobiology, and Intro to Afram Studies. The campus glowed all day in an early fall haze and the crunch of autumn leaves met the soles of my boots with every step. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Thankfully, my last class got out earlier than expected and as I waited for the bus to my parents house I was able to lounge in the grass, enjoying a wonderful diet coke and a delicious treat from Cupcake Royale.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>Janelle Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09639241374670723114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662813422187232.post-40039082611459675272010-09-30T10:09:00.000-07:002010-09-30T22:15:27.642-07:00Mountains Beyond Mountains<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">For being the start of fall, Seattle hasn't started showing its true colors yet. Yesterday was a gorgeous blue sky day full of warmth and sunshine. It was the perfect day for sitting in line with friends and waiting to see some lovely music. I scrambled to the bus stop after work to meet up with my roommates (who had been waiting since 1:30). Their patience paid off, and we ended up nearly front row after the chaos that is entering such a large venue.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The show was breathtakingly beautiful. It was a mix of large screen images, bright lights, stunning music, and an immeasurable amount of stage presence. I had never seen a concert so powerful and life changing. The large screens flashed between shots of the band members and various film footage, both old and new. </span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Win Butler was all kinds of gorgeous, and I know more than one girl in the audience wished they could have <span style="color: black;">Régine Chassagne's grace. I was so tickled pink to have been able to experience it. And so very grateful that when I told my boyfriend I didn't really want to go, he didn't listen to me and bought me a ticket anyways. The entire band had an abundance of enthusiasm that overflowed from the stage into the crowd. And if that wasn't enough, Arcade Fire was polite, engaging, and charming to watch dance around on stage. If Arcade Fire is coming anywhere close to you, it's a show not to be missed. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Here is a taste of the magic:</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><object height="340" width="560"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0L6ZFhZVOx0?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0L6ZFhZVOx0?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object></div>Janelle Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09639241374670723114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662813422187232.post-10530096885310121602010-09-30T09:04:00.000-07:002010-09-30T09:04:22.840-07:00School Daze<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div>For my first outfit post, these photos are a little sparse. I spent yesterday afternoon in line for Arcade Fire (more about that in the next post). Once I was in line, I couldn't really go exploring too far, so I had to be creative in my photography skills. That basically translates to me having my best friend snap a few photos of me as I ran to the bathroom, and then capturing the little details of my outfit on my own in a few awkward shots.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">*a few key pieces to this outfit belong to my best friend and roommate. We share a room which also means we share a closet.</span></div>Janelle Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09639241374670723114noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662813422187232.post-60442587541711676342010-09-29T12:25:00.000-07:002010-09-30T22:16:39.327-07:00Down by the Schoolyard<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>I know the greater part of the U.S. has been in school for coming on a month, but for me and 40,000 other students at the University of Washington, today is our first day (if we're getting hung-up on technicalities, I actually don't start until tomorrow as I don't have class Wednesdays). But regardless, it's time to buckle down for fall academia, and being on campus with other students has me nostalgic for first days of school that meant a little bit more than they do in college.<br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">1. <strong>Go to a large party of a close friend, where you'll know more than one person, but no more than five.</strong> Wear a completely new outfit, and make sure to mingle with both new friends and old. The adrenaline of meeting new people is a lot like the first day jitters we experienced in grade school, the addition of close friends add the comfort level we had in knowing we just had to get to third period to see a familiar face.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">2. <strong>Make plans to go to lunch with a friend you haven't seen in months.</strong> First day of school lunch periods are always a frenzy of catching up with friends didn't get the chance to see often or at all over summer break. Going to lunch and catching up with a friend you may have briefly lost contact with allows you to reconnect in the same way, just in a less noisy setting and over sushi instead of pb&j.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">3. <strong>Take a "first day/school photo".</strong> Every first day of school, even throughout high school, my mom insisted my brother and I pose for a first day photo at the front door, backpacks strapped on, bright smiles on our faces. Sometimes, she'd even make us pretend like we were going out the door to school. A few days later, we'd be forced to smile once again in the school gymnasium for our yearbook photos. The night before these school photos would be agonizing as I tried to select the perfect out fit to convey the "transformation" I'd had over the summer. But the pride in feeling like I looked my best as I posed for the camera was unbeatable. Wake up one morning, put on an outfit that makes you feel stellar, and take a photo of yourself (or have a family member or friend take one). Put it in one of those cheeky first day of school frames and give it to your mom. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">4. <strong>Pick one song, or several and hit play on your iPod as soon as you wake up.</strong> When I was younger I used to select the perfect wake-up song to get ready to on my first day of school. Select one song, or compile a playlist of tunes that inspire you to have a great day full of lots of great dancing. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">5. <strong>Give yourself a personal project to be completed the following Monday. </strong>School, high school especially, was all about quick approaching deadlines for me. If there's a project you've been meaning to finish, make your deadline the following Monday (that way you have the weekend). If there isn't something you've been meaning to work on, write a personal journal entry, or create something artistic by the following Monday. The best part of deadlines is the satisfaction you feel after completing something.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Really, the first day of school is like any other day, just with a little more excitement, and a little more stress.</div>Janelle Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09639241374670723114noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662813422187232.post-76664508867261018632010-09-28T09:45:00.000-07:002010-09-28T09:45:18.399-07:00Magic Monday..errr, sort of.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLolZ6YldppWOSKSAGUyb1hF2h8XcHZ5ZIth8MZat0b-xdcl2VgAr989RsqDp9tGSDfwOnr0qZ2mcu11uraaNIBLjq_0YYDHVFzfFBkpNB0OudSpGKDlzL7ZmkOb23da7Q_xASnXkgh20/s1600/gasworks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLolZ6YldppWOSKSAGUyb1hF2h8XcHZ5ZIth8MZat0b-xdcl2VgAr989RsqDp9tGSDfwOnr0qZ2mcu11uraaNIBLjq_0YYDHVFzfFBkpNB0OudSpGKDlzL7ZmkOb23da7Q_xASnXkgh20/s320/gasworks.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><br />
It is not Monday. But for the sake of this post, I am going to pretend it is. Mostly because I would like Mondays to always be magical, also, because I would like Magic Mondays to be a weekly forum for myself, and other bloggers to showcase an image they find magical, inspiring, and/or special.<br />
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Since this blog is in it's fledgling state, I am the first Magic Monday.<br />
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This image was taken this past February at Gas Works Park in Seattle. The feet in the brown booties are mine, the black booties are a dear friend (my other friend and roommate is not pictured). It was one of those lovely Sundays, where I had papers and reading, but we went on a picnic instead. We ate tuna fish on a plaid blanket in the grass, drank store brand soda pop, and munched on a tin of cookies my mom had given me for Christmas. The perfect, blissful spontaneity of it all opened my eyes. I don't know if I realized this then, but I realize it now; magic is wonderful in its simplicity. And if you don't feel that magic enough, you need to revise your lifestyle. Shortly after this photo was taken, I transitioned out of a long term relationship, decided I never wanted to live with another boy I thought I loved until I was engaged, and grew up a little. Magic isn't a fairy tale, magic is finding one pair of the perfect shoes in the clearance section and they're in you're size. Magic is an inside joke between good friends. Magic is tuna fish in the park.<br />
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Today, I constantly look around and feel a warm, comforting sense of magic in my life. That's how I know I'm in a good place.Janelle Lenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09639241374670723114noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4153662813422187232.post-60263329875554654172010-09-26T09:42:00.000-07:002010-09-28T09:46:09.410-07:00Silver Screen Sunday: Funny Face<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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