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Happy New Soap Day

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Today is one of my favorite days: new soap day.  You can look for it on your calendar, but you won’t find it because new soap day isn’t planned.  It  begins with anticipation as the soap in the shower becomes a sliver and one day slips right down the drain: the soap fish swimming to freedom is the harbinger of new soap day!

Remember the last time I featured this bathtub in my blog?  Much scarier!

This time the tiny soap disappeared on a Wednesday morning which meant I got to look forward to new soap day for two full days- exercise and the start of soccer season means I don’t shower on Thursday.  It’s been a crazy week filled with moving everything out of our basement to allow for upgraded wiring, presentations at work, the aforementioned beginning of soccer, and the normal ebbs and flows of balancing work and life.  Having a little celebration was a gift at the end of a hectic week.

My sad, blurry, empty basement.

New soap day isn’t a holiday that everyone celebrates, in fact I may be the only participant.  The soap day festivities begin with opening the medicine cabinet and evaluating all of the odorous soap options, which I love, but may be overwhelming to the more casual soap user.  This morning I had handmade, Zum, and pre de Provence soaps to select from – options from Colorado, Missouri, and France.  I had hoped for a bar of Saje, but I must have used my last bar of my favorite Canadian soap this winter.  (I may further celebrate soap day by placing an order, but that would be an atypical deviation from the normal soap day.)  I sorted through my piles of soap sniffing and touching to find the bar that spoke to me.  I selected a round bar of mint Zum soap because of the shape, the minty ambiance and the festive bow left over from Christmas.

I hope that you have your own celebration this weekend, whether it’s wine day, latte day, moonlit walk night, or extra long shower morning.  Me, I’m going to scrub up and head out for my gold party tomorrow.  I think mint goes well with gold, don’t you?  That kind of foresight is key to the successful end of soap day!

Dress code rant

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It’s been a bit since I’ve ranted here on Afthead, but oh readers, the time has come. One of my biggest rant topics was kindled by an email I received about a work event which said,

I have had a few questions about dress.  As these are senior level professionals, we ask that you dress accordingly for the poster session.

Okay.  Raise your hand if you know what I’m supposed to wear.  Do I have to wear a suit?  It’s supposed to snow and my only suit that fits has a skirt –  with a really cute kick pleat  – that I wear with nice open-toed black pumps. Again though, it’s supposed to SNOW.  I only want to break out the suit if it’s required.  I have really nice dress slacks, a cardigan sweater and professional boots I could wear too.  Is that okay?  I have no idea.

This, dear readers, is what makes me crazy about dress codes today.  In my mind there are a six dress codes which are understandable by all, or at least consistent enough that you know what you are supposed to wear.  They are:

  • White Tie
  • Black Tie
  • Cocktail
  • Business
  • Business Casual
  • Casual

The end. There is no, “As these are senior level professionals, we ask that you dress accordingly” dress code.  There is also no cocktail casual or after-six attire, both of which have been suggested to me on recent invitations.

What’s wrong with these?

Cocktail casual:  I assume the host meant to convey that the attendee was to wear cocktail attire (sport coats for men, dresses for women) but that the dress is slightly less formal than that.  So…can the men skip the sport coat, or should they eschew socks?  Are jeans okay?  What about footwear?  Could nice sneakers and a sport coat suffice?  For the women, is this a little black dress, sundress, or a skirt and top function?  Is a traditional cocktail dress too fancy, or would that be okay if that’s what you have?  Should you wear pumps, or sandals, or are fancy flip flops okay?  And hey, let’s be fair.  I often enjoy a cocktail in the summer at the park after I go for a run.  So my own personal cocktail casual has included run shorts and a tank top.  Is that okay?  And really, who hasn’t enjoyed a cold beer on a beach in a bathing suit? That’s cocktail casual all the way…

So there might be a little confusion about a cocktail casual event, but probably you’d be okay unless you showed up in running shorts or a bathing suit.  Your dress might be too fancy and the men may grouse when someone doesn’t wear a sport coat, but chances are you will be close.  A few people will feel awkwardly under-dressed and a few awkwardly overdressed and hey, that’s okay, because the host got to say cocktail casual and he or she is wearing exactly what he or she intended everyone to wear.

Wait.  That’s not okay because the point of a dress code is to tell everyone what to wear, not for the host to come up with some new pithy dress phrase and freak their guests out before they even arrive, and then freak them out even more when they show up wearing the wrong thing.  Let’s try the other made-up dress code.

After-six attire:  Right now it is after-six.  I am wearing leggings and a big cozy bulky sweat shirt.  My feet have fuzzy socks on them and my hair is in a pony tail.  This is today’s after-six attire.  Later in the after-six time frame I will change into my pajamas and head to bed.  Some days we go grab dinner and I’ll change out of my work clothes and put on my jeans.  If it’s a date night, I might even put on a long skirt and some boots.  Oh the myriad of after-six outfits I might wear.  I wonder which incarnation my host wants me to have on my body when I show up at his/her event.  I’ve even been known to run, hike, swim, do yoga, and garden after six o’clock, and those all have different outfits.  Hey, hostess with the mostess, I’m so glad to see you in your cute peasant top, capri leggings and espadrilles, but next time can you at least be more specific?  Call it 1960s bohemian chic attire or something so I don’t show up thinking it’s a slumber party!

I know that the dress codes are restrictive, but without set rules clothing options run amok.  If your event has a clear and specific theme like BBQ, 1980s, ancient Egypt, or roller girl then let your guests know and enjoy the variety of interpretations that show up.  If by “as these are senior level professionals, we ask that you dress accordingly” you mean “wear a suit” then please say “business attire is required.”  There’s no wiggle room there. If I don’t own a suit at least I walk in knowing I’ll be under dressed and not surprised by my inaccurate interpretation of your suggestion.  Join with me.  Let’s end the dress suggestions and go back to the tried and true dress codes.

After tomorrow my next event has no dress code but the theme is “Go for the Gold.”  I’m thinking about going naked, but painting myself gold like an Oscar statue.  (Hopefully my hubby will help me get to those hard to reach places.)  Or maybe I’ll just dress in cocktail attire since it’s a fundraiser and I think that’s how people used to dress for such events before we abandoned the six established, well understood dress codes.

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Spring Break -Afthead style

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A few pictures of this weekend’s Afthead spring break in St. Paul, Minnesota.  (Because, you know, nothing says “Spring Break” like Minnesota in March.)

Saturday afternoon the Afthead family enjoyed watching their favorite hockey team, the DU Pioneers, beat Boston University.  Our seats were amazing and my kiddo was brave enough to reach her hand out and high five all the big college kids as they went on and off the ice.  Her growing bravery makes this momma’s heart proud.

 

 Sunday morning the little Afthead enjoyed a small hotel room Easter egg hunt, followed by a bonus egg hunt at our brunch restaurant.  Since she was the only kid in the entire restaurant she rocked that extra egg hunt!

 Next, the wee Afthead made friends with Linus and Sally, who had much larger aftheads than she.

 Off to the Science museum, which is a must visit if you are in St. Paul.  Here the kiddo Afthead controls a T-Rex forehead.  Chomp!

Then another forehead adventure as each of us had our faces displayed on the face mask of a three story tall astronaut. That’s one small step for Aftheads, and one giant leap for museum attendees!
 Finally another hockey game and another win for DU!  They are off to the NCAA Frozen Four.  Hopefully they’ll do okay in the next round without Afthead high fives.


Monday we enjoyed a trip to see Lake Harriet and the memorial bench my husband’s family bought for his aunt when she passed away six years ago.  She was one of my best friends, so the visit was sad, but I was glad for the opportunity to remember her with my daughter.

Happy Spring Break to those of you who get to enjoy such weeks!

AAA Battery Emergency – Adult Version

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Cynthia dropped her purse on the floor shedding her date clothes from one end of the apartment to the other, heading to the bathroom to wash off her makeup.  The care she had taken to look her best was just embarrassing now.  It was the third date, and she’d even put on an itchy lacy thong and matching itchy push up bra thinking tonight she and Sebastian were going to take things to the next level.  Well, she wasn’t wrong about that, but when the check came and Sebastian didn’t pick up the tab alarms started to go off, and built to a crescendo when he started the tired, “It’s not you, it’s me” let-her-down-easy soliloquy.

The worst was that she didn’t even like him, but she was lonely and was looking forward to feeling pretty and satisfied for a night.  In her secret heart she had even looked forward to ending it herself after a few nights together, but spiky haired Sebastian had beat her to the punch.

Reaching for a hand towel to pat dry her clean face Cynthia knocked a small box out of the linen closet.  She reached down to pick up the object and saw that it was the lipstick sized vibrator that she’d been given at a bachelorette party last summer.  She’d been so embarrassed by it that she’d shoved it behind the towels, but not before rolling her eyes at the “perfect for travel” splashed across the front of the package.  All she could imagine was some blue shirted TSA inspector finding it and turning it on in front of a pack of disheveled travelers.

Cynthia paused before putting the small box back in the linen closet.  She was lonely, and had been hoping for some…attention…tonight.  Maybe this was better than the Sebastian solution.  She couldn’t cuddle, but she could be satisfied.  With a flick of anticipation in her stomach she turned the lipstick base, and nothing happened.  She looked for a switch, or some other way to turn the device on, but nothing happened.  Suddenly the vibrator broke into two pieces and a single AAA battery fell to the floor.

Cynthia leaned over to pick up the battery, but the process of straightening back up reminded her that she had to get out of the damn thong.  She dressed in her favorite yoga pants and a soft well-loved tank top and turned on the TV.  A late night commercial blasted from the speakers.

AAA BATTERIES DELIVERED AND INSTALLED! NEED BATTERY HELP RIGHT NOW? CALL 1-800-555-5AAA!

Less than fifteen minutes later there was a strong knock at the door. Cynthia slipped her lipstick sized toy into the small pocket on her tank top and looked up to find Adonis on her doorstep. His thick dark hair curled around his ears and was just a little too long for a man, ending right above his name tag: which read “Adonis.”  His aquiline nose split two ice blue eyes and his full lips stretched into a smile revealing perfect white teeth. “AAA Battery Delivery and Installation at your service ma’am. May I come in?” His breath had an intoxicating minty cinnamon scent. Cynthia stood aside, speechless, and motioned him in. She glanced outside and saw his truck, proving that this man was from AAA Batteries.

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His perfect butt was somehow highlighted by his jumpsuit and a pair of what looked like gun belts crossed his hips. Instead of bullets his belt held rows of AAA batteries. Cynthia couldn’t stop staring as he slowly turned and asked, “Now, how can I help you?”

“I…I need an AAA battery.” Cynthia stammered.

Adonis said in a satiny voice, “AAA Batteries, Delivered and Installed is our motto, ma’am. I can’t just give you a battery, I’ve got to install it for you too.”

Cynthia flushed and reached into the pocket of her tank top, both afraid of this god-like man’s reaction and longing for him to respond to her needs. She held out the small device and he took it from her and professionally installed a single new AAA battery from his belt. When he was done he stared into her eyes and gently twisted the lipstick base and a quiet humming filled the air. He stepped toward her and asked, “Now, is there anything else I can do for you tonight?”

Cynthia said nothing but softly moaned….

 

The second, and more adult version of my AAA Battery Emergency series.  I’m vaguely obsessed with all the potential AAA Battery Emergencies, but when the idea of the gunslinger-like delivery man popped into my head I couldn’t help but write the story.  I leave it to your imagination how the evening ends.  Did the battery belts stay on, or come off?

 

 

AAA Battery Emergency

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Normally when I see these trucks I am driving and can’t snap a good picture – they have all turned out so blurry, especially on the highway – but today, gasp one parked!  I love the idea of emergencies that need AAA Batteries Delivered and Installed.

  • Help!  I’ve got friends and family over to watch the big game and we can’t get the volume to turn up using my remote control!
  • The incessant beeping of the smoke detector is driving me insane.  I thought all of these things took a 9-volt!
  • The ridiculously tiny flashlight I keep in my  medicine cabinet to look at sore throats is so dim, I can’t tell if we should go to the doctor!
  • The cats are destroying my furniture ever since the laser pointer stopped making the super-duper-fun red dot!
  • It’s Christmas morning, and guess what we forgot to buy?  None of the new toys work!

It makes me feel secure knowing that my AAA Battery emergencies can be solved with a simple phone call.  I’m so glad I’m a member.

Does this translate at all to international readers?  As this is my second hysterical battery post I worry that I am alienating all those readers from across the pond that use some other battery nomenclature.

 

The Death of a Matriarch

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In honor of what would have been my grandmother-in-law’s 97th birthday, I remember her again in this space, and thank her again for encouraging me to try my hand at writing. Emily, you are missed. Thank you for your wonderful stories and your open heart.

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I was looking through my closet tonight trying to decide what I’m going to wear to the funeral this weekend. l have a hard and fast rule that I only wear things to a funeral that I am willing to never wear again on the off-chance that it becomes “the dress/pants/sweater I wore to Emily’s funeral”.

Funerals make me sad, and that’s hard as part of my husband’s family.  They are quiet-solemn sad people.  I am a blubbering red-swollen-face sad person who blows her nose, a lot, and they tend to avoid me at funerals.  I do acknowledge that in this situation, my awkward fear of sobbing in front of them is nothing compared to their pain.  Emily was their matriarch:  mother of four, grandmother to seven, great-grandmother to my daughter and three others with three more great-grandchildren on the way.  Her 95 years on this planet were full of learning, creativity and love.

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Is pole-dancing or writing a more embarrassing hobby?

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The answer might surprise you.


Today my daughter, who wanted to be a doctor when she was three, announced that now she wanted to be a singer or an artist when she grew up: the singer part is new.  When she was out of earshot I asked my husband, “At what age do I tell her that under no circumstances will she be a singer or an artist?”

“When she’s a junior in high school and she still says that’s what she wants to be,” he replied.

I am a hypocrite.  I aspire to be a writer, but do not want my daughter to want to be an artist.  Somehow it’s okay that I want to be a writer in my spare time because I have a real job.  Since writing is just a hobby, it’s okay…except even then it’s not really.  When I was at a work meeting recently with 60 people we all had to go around the room and tell our “secret talent.”  One woman said she used to have a food blog with over 100,000 views.  One woman can herd goats.  A man explained his art – oil on hammered metal – and when my turn came I said, “I am a knitter.”  Others went on to reveal things like a competitive pole dancing talent and I wondered why I couldn’t bring myself to say that I am a writer or that I recently finished my first novel.  Why is writing more embarrassing than pole dancing or knitting?

One of my issues is that in all areas of life I am in a rut.  My real job isn’t going well and inevitably the place I spend 40 (+ or – 20) hours a week impacts the rest of my life.  When work goes down the toilet so does my general outlook on life, and as a result  work starts going even worse and the spiral continues downward.  Eventually I don’t want to work, parent, write or knit or do much of anything but sit in the parking lot at work and dread my day.

I’m bad at my job which means my whole outlook on me is a mess.  I’m obviously a crappy writer and mother and wife and child and knitter: you should see the mess I just made out of the blanket I am working on.  When things get like this nothing will convince me that I don’t suck and I’ll find endless examples to support my theory.  (My husband will tell you I am a joy to live with when I get in this place.) If I’m getting consistent external feedback that supports my crappiness vision then things go from bad to worse, and I’m getting that right now in vast quantities.  Ergo, I am not in a good place.

Then today I read this amazing article in the Washington Post that promises to fix my “negative self talk” problem.  I am supposed to write three things I liked about myself everyday before I go to bed and read the ever growing list when I wake up each morning.  I emailed the Washington Post article author to commit to the project, because I think accountability is important for me to stick with this.

So here I am at the end of the first rotten day and I need to start my list.  As much as I want to rant about my shortcomings I’ll do the assignment, mostly because I need a deadline to stop being miserable.  If things are not better in 30 days, either due to this exercise or some other reason, I can assess bigger changes.

My first list:

1. I like people even more for their quirkiness: for example my daughter’s friend who only eats ~6 foods.  It makes her parents crazy, but I just adore that uniqueness about her.

2. I said hello to my friend’s stepdaughter when I saw her at the garden store, even thought she was with her mom. It was a little awkward explaining the relationship to her mom, but worth it to see the joy in the girl’s eyes at being recognized by a grown up in an unexpected place.  I like that I think kids are people too.

3.  I asked a friend to recommend a recipe so I can make a dinner for a family friend whose dad died.  She is a very healthy eater, so my normal comfort food options are no good.  I like that when I comfort friends I try to do it in a way that is thoughtful.

Now I need to transcribe these into my notebook and read them tomorrow morning.  Hopefully in 30 days I’ll have a perspective that helps me realize my dreams, gets me out of my own way, and let’s me confidently claim my unique talents.

 

The hippest new blogging event

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Hello all my blogging buddies!  Here is your formal invitation to join me at the hippest new blogging event in town.  Marquessa is hosting the 5 à 7 Blogging Event next Wednesday (March 16th, 2016) and all the cool cats will be there.

Wait, what is a  5 à 7 you ask?  I had no idea either, but I learned that it’s how they say “happy hour” in Montreal.  Never again will I settle for a lame American happy hour, once I learn how to pronounce 5 à 7.  (Can you hear it in your head with a bit of Fonzie American twang “five aay seven”?)

Go check out the event, then prepare yourself.  You’ll have two hours to:

  • Visit Marquessas’s amazing blog, Simply Marquessa, at the appointed time (5:00 – 7:00 EST)
  • Introduce yourself and your blog
  • Leave a link to your best, favorite, most amazing blog post in the comments, mentioning if your link contains MATURE/18+ content
  • shamelessly tell the other party-goers what is awesome about the post
  • Visit three other links that pique your interest to keep the party going, and comment shamelessly about how amazing they are

All the details are on Simply Marquessa, so make sure you read the whole invite so you don’t accidentally wear the wrong thing.  (Wait, is cocktail attire required?)  Myself, I’m going to buy some new shoes tomorrow and find a frock to wear, even if Marquessa says only grannies wear frocks.  Pshaw.

Oh, and if you want to add this event to your calendar, use the button below.  It will only work for a Google calendar, but really, you should have a Google calendar…all the cool kids do.

Can’t wait to mix and mingle with you all!

 

Help me pick my yarn

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I’ve started a new knitting project and I am looking to the blogosphere to help me choose my yarn. The pattern is the Purl Soho stitch block cowl.  It’s a gorgeous cowl with three blocks of knitting:  one neutral section; one neutral and solid section; and one neutral, solid and variegated section.  the below image is from Purl Soho’s site.  Isn’t it beautiful?  The knitting is filled with techniques I’ve never used and amazing color, so there is so much fun to be had; I love this project.

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The neutral block is on the needles, and that color is a done deal, but I’m torn about the solid (equivalent of the yellow in the Purl Soho picture) and the variegated (the equivalent of the gold/maize in the Purl Soho picture).  I’ve got three choices and would love to hear your thoughts about the relative beauty or not-beauty of each one.  I love them all, but they are so different, and I really don’t want to make three cowls (because I’d have to buy six more skeins of the neutral color and that would be a lot of money and time and cowls.)

Option 1 – The Hobbit Cowl – Earthy and dark, reminiscent of little underground homes.

Color 1: Purl Soho’s Worsted9832 Twist in Sea Salt

Color 2: Madelinetosh Tosh Merino in Shire

Color 3: Purl Soho’s Worsted Twist in Moody Green

Option 2 – The Sunset Cowl – White puffy clouds set afire by the setting sun

Color 1: Purl Soho’s Worsted Twist in Sea Salt

Color 2: Madelinetosh Tosh Merino in Spicewood

Color 3: Purl Soho’s Worsted Twist in Clementine Orange

Option 3: The Scottish Cowl – The variety of Highland greens enjoyed with a cup of tea.

Color 1: Purl Soho’s Worsted Twist in Sea Salt

Color 2: Madelinetosh Tosh Vintage in Earl Grey

Color 3: Purl Soho’s Worsted Twist in Cardamom Green

Which option calls to you, my blogging friends?  Leave your thoughts in the comments.  I’ve probably got a week until I need the other solid, so vote soon, and vote often.  Thanks for your help!