The stairs have fallen
This time yesterday I had attended an awesome talk, met awesome women, had inspiration coursing through my blood... Today I spent 5 minutes trying to take this picture of my cat in sunglasses...
In case you were worried that my silence meant I'd got my shit together... it doesn't. Today I am celebrating IWD by having a shower, flapping a goo covered thing on my face that claims it will reverse the effect winter has had on my poor skin (and makes me look like Hannibal), drinking too much coffee, not wearing a bra, listening to Joni Mitchell and probably having toast for dinner. Also I didn't wash any of my clothes so I may be wearing this exact towel ensemble to the breakfast for WE tomorrow. Snazzy.
I thought you would all be pleased to know that in the saga of "Rose Refuses to take the tree down" we have transitioned from Mardi Gras tree to Womens History Month tree by adding awesome women. Hillary Clinton keeps faceplanting on Frida Kahlo but I think she's just trying to go see Eleanor Roosevelt.
You’re supposed to leave your Christmas tree up, @crossedbeams! You simply change the decorations, and it becomes a Mardi Gras tree!
(My coworkers from Louisiana assure me that this is, in fact, a Thing that is Done, though I had never heard of it before this year.)
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This. This right here is what #WeWomen is about.
I tried… but I lack purple and green ornaments/any beads or masks. May or may not stop at a card shop and purchase some tat… gonna see if I can keep this sucker going all year - I’m a dab hand at painted eggs…
In which I talk about baths and breathing and bad shampoo and being hated and getting on with life anyway,
In which the week has gone by too fast, I take myself on a lady date, see a play, forget what I was talking about, ramble aimlessly whilst wearing a random collection of clothes I found on the floor.
This week on My Life is a Mess - I vaguely make it through a week and achieve my very simple goals. Also I model paperdolls, my inability to not buy sweaters, experience my first true fandom drama (not fun) and still don’t take down my Christmas tree...
(this was supposed to post last night but my internet was so bad it took all night to upload :| )
This week on My Life is a Mess - I have a meltdown over nothing, the world has a meltdown over a lot, I ramble in search of meaning and make some (theoretically) simple resolutions to improve what I can.
This week on My Life is a Mess, I talk about yesterday’s women’s march, realising that I’ve been much more ‘feminist-ish’ and ‘political’ than actually feminist or politically active, acknowledging that I am a privileged, white, lazy-ass who has no idea what activism really takes, and determining to do something about it.
I guess the summary should read “In which Rose determines that Women’s March 2017 needs to be the beginning of a different approach to abso-fucking-lutely everything, (otherwise it’s just me making a point and not backing it up) and also pleads with people who are further down the road of being useful women in pursuit of change to please help me so I don’t fall into the trap of speaking for people rather than standing alongside them and why isn’t there a manual for all this?”
But that’s not really catchy so...
Happy Sunday!