This pic was borrowed from myopera.com
Warning this may be hazardous to your zen!
Ready, set…..rant! I hope you’re up for this because I really need a moment to go on and on about a few things that have been really messing up my mojo.
Okay let me start out by saying, I love the age of technology and all the instant gratification it brings. I take full advantage of the convenience it offers but… yes, there is a but in there. I miss the human contact and sometimes need to ask questions or know that what has just transacted did the job or solved the problem.
It all started with all that automated crap which made me wonder- who is running the show? Then everything went digital and leapt into cyber space- the rest is history. I admit that I love the ability to work from home and never have to venture out my door to shop, pay bills, google the answer to almost anything or be entertained for hours but… there’s my but again. There are times when I need a human voice so I can ask questions, or a live person to just plain reassure me that everything is okay.
Just today I tried to pay my son’s college tuition bill and it was damn near impossible. They don’t except a debit card, they no longer take any credit cards except MasterCard and if you do use a MasterCard, a 5% processing charge will be added to the bill. The payment must be done on-line- there’s not a live person to process payments via the telephone.
I could drive over two hours one way to pay the bill in person with a personal check (they don’t take cash) but there is a window of five days to do it in before incurring a penalty which doesn’t exactly fit into my schedule. This institution prefers to take their payments electronically from financial institutions as in a Citibank student loan. Well, we did that and now that we’re many of thousands of dollars in debt we’re done with student loans, done, finished, no more. How badly do they want my money,anyway? Obviously not bad enough to hire someone to process my payment or to inconvenience their schedule just a little.
But wait, I have a beef on a totally different subject as well- here goes… Just a few hours ago I returned from a trip to Target, which by the way was one of my favorite stores until something happened to the shopping paradise where quality met with moderately low prices on almost everything you could ever need.
When I entered the store I was greeted by a plethora of dollar store items from no doubt China, then, as I ventured to the women’s department that used to offer halfway cute apparel, I was stopped dead in my tracks by drab colors with no style what-so-ever and what looked to be very low quality. As I manuevered my cart through messy displays and on to the back of the store, I noticed that it was bombarded with bulk items and off brands. Now I’m all for saving a buck but there’s a time and place for that kind of stock. Target, home of the shabby chic decor is now filled a lot of shabby that’s not so chic.
I do occasionally shop the dollar stores and pay a visit to the Big Lots chain but that doesn’t mean I want this kind of merchandise all the time, everywhere.
I’m willing to pay a little more for the items that call for quality. I want the choice to buy low, medium or high cost goods. I live in Michigan and yes I’ve been hit by the recession but that doesn’t mean I can’t or won’t pay a little more to get something a little nicer or a little more reliable from time to time.
I’m feeling as though technology just keeps getting more and more expensive but our goods are getting really cheap and disposable. While many of our goods are lacking quality, the service industry is in dire need of an overhaul. I think our world is getting a little too big and a lot too impersonal.
I want conveinence of speed with all the bells and whistles technology allows but why can’t it be delivered in a kinder, gentler manor with a personal touch. I still need a little quality from time to time in a clean well merchandised store.
Perhaps I’m asking too much and maybe my expectations are a little over the moon but I don’t really think so. Am I the only one who feels lost in a sea of automated machinery and cyber drones? Does anyone else long for a little quality while perusing the isles of their favorite store?
Tell me what you think. Do you feel it… or am I just a little too hypersensitive?
Thanks for listening to my rants. Breathe deep and just chill…..
I feel better after letting it fly, on-ward and up-ward we go. Sorry but I warned you 😉
This flag was hanging next a foreign car dealership.
I’m trying to embrace my free spirit and inner passions even it could get me into trouble. Flash back to Friday when I had to take my car in for service. I hate sitting around the dealership flipping through magazines or zoning out to whatever boring thing is left on the boob tube, so I decided to take a walk around the neighborhood with my music and trusty camera. Sounds like a good plan: good music, a little exercise and just maybe some great new images to play with. Although my plans quite often sound really terrific there is usually something that I have neglected to consider. This time it was the neighborhood.
I love real life people and the great textures and layers that shine through in some of the less than up-in-coming neighborhoods. I think I should have been concerned when I saw this warning sign that was supposed to deter criminals in the area. I will admit to being a little nervous especially after a man stopped me and said “Hey girl what the hell is so interesting in them bushes you keep taking pictures of?”
I tried to explain to him that it was the freshly washed clothes hanging on the line that I was interested in but he just stared at me like I wasn’t quite right in the head. So I moved on and continued to capture some interesting things like this….
I loved the way the leaves had grown up behind the screen of this window, the vines framed it beautifully and the blue paint peeling off the wood- well lets just say, it made my heart beat a little faster.
I love to photograph old windows and doors, chippy paint and vintage cars. The car pictured above was absolutely stunning. It was the color of softly faded pink rose petals with a creamy white interior. I so wanted to run my fingers over the shiny paint job and pristine leather interior but I refrained. It was a gem standing out among a neighborhood of empty businesses and foreclosed houses.
The occasional cuteness, like a little squirrel peeking at me from behind a tree usually makes it’s way into my camera as well and then there are those things that are just too yummy to resist, like the peony flower below. My walk was uneventful, no stalkers, no muggers. It was actually quite inspiring.
Some of the things I find irresistible may not strike a cord with everyone but that’s okay because I have my own individual style of living through my passions and it’s original. I’m working on a few new images for Etsy and I hope to get them listed soon, so stay tuned.
Before I say so long for the day, I need to rant just a little. The wordpress blog formats are not conducive to creativity or unconventional style. I love the clean lines and organized look but they are way too rigid and controlling. I can’t have a live music feed on this sight or a feed to my studio with pics of the current prints for sale and my flikr pics don’t show up. WordPress doesn’t play or cooperate with live feeds that are’nt considered trusted sites. What a bummer, how is a girl supposed to express herself here? I have considered moving my blog but I’m not sure if I would lose everything (like all of you) and starting a new blog is so much work. It is such a hassle trying to promote your site and get the link out there. I just don’t know if I’m up for that. Why can’t wordpress beef up security or have a little faith to get out there and live just a little? Jeezsh
Hope your Monday includes a little sunshine mine is quite rainy so far.
Caution…. There is going to be a little (maybe a lot of) ranting going on here.
Do you remember me saying that I was going to cut back on my spending ? Well I have cut back a little, okay a tiny bit. Then came yesterday; it was a rainy day and I got that nesting feeling. I decided to wash the sheets and in the process of unmaking the bed, I decided that I really hated my bed ensemble. It’s ugly scratchy and starting to wear out already. It was expensive and it’s not very old- I think I got taken on this one.
So what did I do? Yep, you guessed it I headed to the store to buy a new one. But wait a minute I went to one of those cheap big box stores, so it’s okay, right? Yeah right I didn’t find anything there, nothing, zip, nadda. I ended up at Target (my favorite compromise) and bought a mossy green bedspread and spring green peacock pillow. Oh yeah I had to have the striped sheets to go with it and then I came home and put a bid on a camera on ebay. I can’t be stopped!
Well, I’m in trouble because as I sit here ranting away I’m looking out at another rainy day. So here is my solution, now everybody please play along. I’m going on a virtual window shopping trip. Come on grab your cup of joe and lets go already (caffeine makes me impatient).
I have wanted this mirror for years but I can barely afford to take it’s picture, which I do every time I stop by. It is located in an shop on the west side minutes from the beach of Lake Michigan.
This mirror from Horchow.com would do nicely as well. I think I like the first one a little better. Yeah it’s bigger and of course more expensive.
Now that summer is almost here I need a few outdoor party essentials. Love the drink dispensers!
I could use these pillows from Anthropologie.com. They would fit right in with my living room.
Love this from Anthropologie. I wonder if doing my make up at this swanky little dressing table would make me look any better? Like that’s a good enough excuse to buy!
Well that’s enough shopping for now. Oh I better go check to see if I won the ebay auction. I’ll try to do better I promise… 😉
Ahhh, the rain has stopped I may be safe for the rest of the day. Ya think?
Have a great day!
Remember your first time… ? (oh yeah…) Hey, I’m talking about blogging here! You know when you first got this crazy idea to start a blog and you were so excited and maybe even a little nervous. Well maybe that was just me. I remember how naive I was. I thought, “okay I’m going to do this just for me and not tell anyone about it.” I will say whatever I want, tell all of my secrets, rant about anyone and everyone who may or may not have pissed me off that day and listen to everyone else tell their story. I thought the minute I put up a post there would be swarms of Internet junkies just waiting to comment because everyone is so interested in knowing what I have to say, right? I know, I know you’re shaking your head…. poor naive girl, where did she come from?
I learned very quickly that it takes work to get your name out there and just because someone visits doesn’t necessarily mean they will have something to say. Let alone share their secrets with you. Well things have changed a bit but not too much. I still tell you most (okay a lot) of my secrets, sometimes in a round about way and I do rant quite often. I do get an email with a story or comment from time to time. ( I also get emails asking for my bank account info and gentleman asking me to set them up with a lady friend for the night, where the hell did they get the crazy idea that I was running an escort service?) A few people read what I have to say and it’s fun to just let loose even if nobody is listening or reading.
So all of the above rambling brings me to this question- what were your expectations when you started to blog and have they been met? Do you do it as a release or are you trying to connect with people who have similar interests? Oh sorry that’s two questions.
For me blogging is all the above and more. It is definitely a release, even if no one is listening and a way to connect and exchange ideas but most of all it’s a form of entertainment (it sure beats what”s usually on TV) That’s how or why the “Sofa Diary” was born( if you’re new to this blog click here for info about the Sofa Diary) . I started the book first and then decided to let it spill over on to this blog. It certainly beats my childhood diary, with pictures and everything. So that’s it for today… I was just curious as to why you blog, I’m always curious!
Enjoy the weekend.
Get comfy-here we go into part 2 of the Pink Door. If you missed part one click here first.
The feel of weathered metal, the anticipation of the unknown and the sound of her breath hot and damp filled the space between her ears. Her hand began to tremble as the creaking door inched it’s way to an open stance. It took a few moments for her eyes to adjust to the dimly lit room. The smells were faint but somewhat familiar. A scratchy voice beckoned her to a back corner, softly bathed in a crystal glow.
One foot in front of the other, slowly making her way to a soft velvet chair. She looked into the face of deep character and darkened eyes. The gesture of a hand and the mumer in voice caused this woman to lend her palm for further examination. Words fell to a whisper as her eyes became fixated on the pale pink lips that had lost their supple shape. Her ears burned as the passionate tales of an old soul and her lover swirled round and round until her mind was full and half a day was spent. The essence of vanilla bean and dark cocoa lingered as insightful words trailed off and the light of day pierced her eyes. She squinted and took a deep breath of smug city air with a sigh of relief. This act of poor judgement and indulgence of curiosities had not caused her demise, in fact it was a pleasant way to pass the time. But now the light of day was falling and it was time for her daily transformation to commence. Just as she began to remove the pointy red shoes it happened. Her exit from the city was blocked. An unfortunate accident had closed off the freeway and forced her to detour from route.
With eyes like saucers and a heart beat that threatened to leap from her chest she noticed the similarities to the tales that were spun all afternoon. The afternoon’s images, so intricately described, began to unfold right before her. She passed the lemon tree which sat on a corner just past a white picket fence that contained a small child in blue cotton dress, chasing her tiger striped kitten. Just past the lemon tree was a familar old man walking his dog, the very same black and white dog described to her earlier that day. He was pointing to a drive just a few feet ahead. This drive led to a diner with a Moroccan blue door just like the shack that the mysterious old soul had described as the place where she met her “true love”.
The car swirved off the road and parked right up front. She entered the diner and took a seat on a stool at the counter. While enjoying her second cup of turkish coffee she noticed the essemce of vanilla and the bitter taste of dark chocolate lingering on her tongue. A chill rolled down her spine as the burn of a stare on the back of her neck quickly stole the moment. Slowly, very slowly, she turned to engage the eyes that remained so intently focused on her shape. Her chest tightened as her throat let out a tiny gasp. The dainty cup filled with her delightful brew fell to the floor and shattered the silence. Those eyes, those hauntingly beautiful eyes, that hair, that dark wavy hair…
Don’t miss the conclusion of this tasty little tale coming very soon. I think I’ll go grab myself a dainty cup of coffee. Cheers…
Junie’s turn on the sofa.
Okay time for a little rant about what’s happening in my life. Don’t roll your eyes it might be interesting- so listen up. There are weird people hanging out in my email again. I guess you might call them email stalkers. Some want to comment on how I look while others tell me they are visiting a certain city and in need of female companionship. eeehhhhhw!
Well here goes my rant…. I don’t care if you like or don’t like the way I look-I’m not sending pictures!!! sicko!! I am not a madame or a call girl, never have been and never will be!!! are you high? I don’t want to see your pictures- no matter what you look like!!! again eeehhhhw!
Okay now with that said…. I will admit I am a bit of a free spirit and a crazy girl but that doesn’t equal a psycho chic or desperate babe. This is an unusual blog (yes) but I like things outside the box- not strange- just a little outside the box.
So if you are weird, creepy, very strange or looking for a hooker for the night…Stay out of my email! If on the other hand, you have a confession to make, a secret to share, or a rant that you would like me to post… Then you are welcome! You can even stop by to say hi or leave me feedback on what you like or don’t like about the blog but no stalkers please!
Can you tell I have fully recovered and I’m back to my feisty old self? Now if I could just get my writing grove back and get this damn book finished… I would be a happy, free spirited, crazy girl, living just outside the box. I think I’m finnished rambling… Thanks for listening. Love you all…well most of you 😉
Please welcome Betty Lou to the sofa.
Do you know what its like to an original? I’m sure you don’t. Do have ideas or inspirations of your own? I think I know the answer to that. Get your own life and definitely stay in your own lane. I’m tired of you following my lead, hopping on whatever train I’m riding, trying to top my best game. I’m not your hero. It’s over I’m calling your bluff, so mind your own life and definitely get your own show. This life is already spoken for.
Junie: Very well put. This should be a song. Maybe it already is.
Please welcome Tanya to the sofa.
The bitch in my office is driving me crazy. I had to rant, let it out, scream at the top of my lungs- I hate my nosey co-worker. She keeps constant surveillance on me. Every time I leave my desk she follows, when I talk to someone she listens and watches. When I talk on the phone she goes to the copier, which is next to my cubicle, so she can eavesdrop. I am so sick of her personal questions-who was that on the phone, what did you do last night, you left the parking lot awfully fast yesterday, is everything all right, and so on. She comes over if anyone stops by my cubicle and asks them questions or stands and listens to our conversation. Her peering eyes are always on me and she has a perfect view from her desk. I reported it to human resources and asked to be moved but she is best friends with my manager and they made it look like it was just paranoia on my part. I’m wondering if she isn’t playing office snitch while trying to find dirt on me. She is always pushing her religious beliefs on me and putting down my religion. I don’t understand people who have no boundaries. She is a crazy bitch and she’s making my life miserable. Some days I feel like I am going to unleash my fury on her.
Junie: I really feel for you. I experienced a similar situation in my past employment. File a grievance for the harassment of your religious beliefs or get other employees to corroborate your story about the spying. Take your complaint and witness statements to someone over the bosses head. I wish you luck and remember to Keep your cool.