Nota Bene: A few of the following links are affiliates! I will be compensated for any purchases made through clicking the links below. Thanks for your support, as always.
I needed a blog sabbatical. I can’t be bothered to offer an explanation. Suffice to say I was feeling a little weary and self-indulgent. But hello. Since my last post, I’ve been home to Vermont, spent some hours in Boston, planted some greenthings, and have had some really great beer. More on that forthcoming. Welcome back. This post has been in my drafts for ages, so I figured I’d polish it up and send it out into the world. Friends, it’s a start!
Dani and I are currently in the process of planning a baby shower for a co-worker who is pregnant with her first little kidlet. Since all of our gifting ideas seem to be rooted in rainbow fantasy hippy land, we’ve decided to go with an appropriately themed party. I’m honestly out of my element, here; I haven’t planned a party since college, and I have zero experience with baby showers (and babies). That doesn’t mean that brainstorming hasn’t been a total blast, though. Can we wear unicorn horns and fairy wings? I don’t know, but there will be glitter on the cupcakes.
Buying baby stuff is lots of fun, but I was feeling like poor mama was getting left out of the equation. Their registry is obviously focused on more practical items, so we’ve been trying to find balance, picking up little things here and there that will pamper mom and keep her spirit high when things are looking tough. After all, carrying this little human around has been (and will likely continue to be) a lot of hard work!
If you’re a mom, tell me what your favorite baby shower gifts were! Was there anything you received that was super thoughtful? We’ve also encouraged people to bring books to the shower instead of greeting cards, so feel free to leave some suggestions!
If you are from the seacoast area and these look familiar, please get in touch with me! I would love for them to get back to you. They were brought to our store around mid-September.
Considering my bookshelf is housed in another state, I should probably stop buying books. I can’t help it.
Even though browsing the shelves at my Goodwill can be daunting and sometimes take hours (and who wants to spend hours at work when you don’t have to?), I occasionally end up with some true treasures. I once found the entire Lone Wolf choose-your own-adventure series. Yes, I bought them. Obviously.
I also like to buy a few sale books I wouldn’t otherwise be particularly interested in. At 50% off, plus my employee discount, it’s an inexpensive way to stock up on some low-key reading material, those books for when I’m in between books. You know how it is. I’m currently reading Neal Stephenson’s Reamde, which is wonderful but a bit of a beast. It’s nice to have some non-committal reading material on hand to break it up. Sometimes I get a little bit too emotionally involved in books I love. It’s …stressful.
Here are a few of the books I’ve found over the last few months!
Persepolis and Sabrina Ward Harrison’s book were total steals. I am so happy to have found them. My most recent purchase was MASH, which I’m looking forward to sharing with Timothy. I decided to stop by the store to say hello to a friend on Sunday, and it ended up being one of my best thrift shopping days to date. Sometimes it pays to go into the store when I’m not working, as much as I loathe to make the extra trip. My finds are much better when my eyes and mind are fresh. It’s also nice to be a little bit incognito. Regular customers may recognize me on my days off, but generally leave me alone. As a fellow shopper, I mostly receive friendly smiles. It’s a strange dichotomy. I also have to stop myself from straightening the shelves.
I’m currently working my way through Stiff, but it’s a tough go. I can only read it during the day, since I have serious nighttime anxiety, specifically about dying. And, you know, it’s a book about corpses. So.
I haven’t even opened that book on exploring past lives. I bought it on the cheap because the previous owner had taken notes in the margins and flagged half the pages. I’m actually a bit more interested in that than in any of the actual content.
Goodwill is actually a great place to find reference and text books, but it takes some time. Our shelves are divided by fiction and non-fiction, but the non-fiction section is not sub-divided. Patience is, however, rewarding.
I have recently started using my phone to jot down thoughts while on my breaks at work. It’s part journal, part to do list, part something else entirely. It’s amazingly calming. Some of today’s notes were prompted by snippets of conversation overheard on the sales floor.
You are in no way obligated to start liking or being kind to hateful, harmful people just because they’ve been diagnosed with cancer or some other illness. In fact, a sudden change in your behavior towards this person (a coworker, perhaps, or a former partner you haven’t spoken to in five years) could be considered insulting. If you had no desire to interact with this person before the onset of illness, why do you feel the need to do so? If nothing positive is coming from engaging with this person, stop.
I don’t believe that illness or injury should alter any relationship, but I think it’s especially true in a hostile one.
Illness or disability doesn’t necessarily make someone deserving of your time and kindness. Of course I believe that everyone deserves kindness, but maybe some people don’t need your kindness or your friendship. We should act kindly and respectfully towards everyone, but we certainly don’t have to like everyone. This is not “two-faced;” politeness doesn’t need to be a lie, and we are allowed to be ambivalent.
A customer called one of my coworkers a retard. This word was used as an insult in a Goodwill store, and in front of a handicapped child. The child also happened to be this customer’s daughter.
How does this happen? How did we get to the point where this is even remotely acceptable?
BEST CASE SCENARIO
* look up Phantom Tollbooth on silence[s]
- buy bread
- penny jar
- yoga for neck pain?
- exp. film disposable, alter
- on making Art History accessible to children
Thanks for stopping by. My name is Naomi, and this space is made of girldust. This blog is a picture of my comfortably scattered life on the coast of Maine. I'm trying to be a slightly better version of myself every day. I like old houses, reading, the ocean, ghost stories, and museums. You can learn a little bit more about me here. Follow along elsewhere, or get in touch: