Wednesday, July 31, 2013

The Scarecrow


The day after my astrology reading, I went for a walk with my dear friend, Val. Val is just the one you want to walk with after any kind of metaphysical experience. She is great to process things with, and she is likely to have some nugget you are looking for, downloaded to her in the process. Case in point, we're walking and I'm telling her all about Wil's Cardinal Cross, and how the astrologer said his work in the future, both literally and figuratively, is in the church. Val spotted a crow feather on the ground, "The crows are talking," she said, "we need this."

We keep walking, her holding the crow feather, me prattling on and on. I tell her how I get all fired up when people dismiss those with disabilities, as not having something useful to "say." I tell her how the astrologer says my chart indicates I have lots of public speaking in my future around that topic, and how in a million years I never would have predicted I'd end up a public speaker (and still find it far-fetched).

We move back to Wil and his chart. "The astrologer said in the next two-and-a-half years Wil is going to be more in the 'intersection' than we had thought he would be, which is going to be very weird for us."

"I just had an image of the Scarecrow in 'The Wizard of Oz,' for Wil - standing in the intersection pointing the way for others that have lost direction," Val says.

"Oh, my God," I say, "the crow feather! The Scarecrow! And how about the Scarecrow being the symbol for those "without a brain," that really do have a brain, but they are dismissed as those that don't?"

We both get chills running up and down our spines.

I don't think Wil's work in the "intersection" is to scare anyone or anything away, but to re-direct those that are limited by their beliefs, their conditioning, and their limited thinking about people with brains that work differently.


TAKE 10 PROJECT - RAY-BAN SUNGLASSES





Rayban 2140 shades - c/o Shadestation. Dress - Urban Outfitters. Shoes - Topshop (old)


YIPEEEEE
How exciting, my first post with the lovely Take 10 girls. I was so chuffed when they asked me to come on board. If you don’t know much about Take 10… Heres a 38 word synopsis.
Essentially it’s 10 UK bloggers styling either an identical or similar item in their own individual way, this way you get to see 10 completely different ways one item can be styled. What a nifty little idea. 


Kicking things off with a bang and a personal favourite, Ray-Ban sunglasses. The perfect accessory for all this sunny weather we are getting.. well, did get. The storms are coming but this hasn't stopped me from wearing these lots. Especially to combat the glare from that rain/sun combo off the roads when driving.
You can see from all the other posts, not only do they go with any outfit, they really do suit any face shape too.
The black wayfarers always make me want to slide across the floor in a shirt and pants, a la Tom Cruise in Risky business but for now you can make do with this cute dress from Urban Outfitters. So many cute casual dresses in store at the minute... must. not. spend. money.

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Tuesday, July 30, 2013

True Success


I would post more often, but I'm very busy being truly successful by this definition. Leave it to ol' Toeless Terry to nail it!

Enjoy!

Thursday, July 25, 2013

Be the Altar


I had my about-once-a-year astrology reading on Wednesday. I've been going to this astrologer since 2006, which doesn't sound like a super long time, but nonetheless I feel like we've been through a lot together. It's quite an intimate relationship. I, at least, feel like "it's" all right there in front of her, no pretenses, no fancy footwork, no posing or re-framing. What she sees is what is there, written in the stars - things you know about yourself and things you don't, things you want to know about yourself, and things you don't, things you're trying to figure out about yourself and things you've got all figured out.

If you've never invested in a reading with a good astrologer, I encourage you to consider it. For me, it's intensified and accelerated therapy. Whatever it is you're pondering/struggling with/considering/moving towards or away from, after a reading you feel less cluttered, more affirmed, centered, pointed in the right direction. How can you put a price on that?

She reviewed with me my lifetime lunation cycle:


As we all know, we cycle through a darkness and light cycle each day, each month, and throughout our lifetime. It's not all in our head - there are periods where we are planting, and periods where we are harvesting, periods of ripeness and periods of being fallow. The trick is to move with the cycles, and not against them. I am two-and-a-half years away from my next summer solstice, and that's exactly what it feels like to me - there is something around the corner that is not quite ready to come up, but is just below the surface. We talked at great length about what that/those might be and what to do in preparation. We think it might have something to do with my preoccupation with the rampant intellectualism that is still mostly okay in our culture.

The other thing I wanted to look at was Wil's chart, and what is coming up for him. A year from turning 18, two years from being done with school, lots of ideas but no big plan, I was needing some astral direction. The astrologer has done Wil's chart before, and when she pulled it out this time she said, "Oh, there it is again - the Cardinal Cross  - the symbol for the oneness of all life. Is he very spiritual?"

"Very," I said.

"It's too bad he doesn't live in India - India would know what to do with a person like this. This is the chart of high spiritual teachers."

"Does he have an altar in his room? Could he be an altar server? You know what, never mind, he is the altar," she said.

I left an hour later with renewed mission in the holy work Wil has to do in this world, and my role in facilitating that.

Amen.


Tuesday, July 23, 2013

Taking Turns


Today was one of those days where I felt like I was in my car all day - haven't even read a single page of GONE GIRL. Every turn I tried to make was thwarted by traffic, detours, construction, bridge building, or faulty directions by Siri. So rattled, at one point I very nearly turned right onto a one-way street going the opposite way, and I would have, too, had it not been for the urgent and persistent honking of the car directly behind me, warning me of my almost-disaster. I did wave a thank you to her upon correction and redirection, then quickly turned at the next possible corner to avoid any sort of awkward eye contact from mirrors.

I tried to run into Safeway just to get a few things, and everything was moved, as in, every thing. Scratch that, the bread was where it supposed to be, likewise the produce, but everything else had moved since the last time I was there. Just like all the roads I'd so gratefully gotten off of to come into the store, there was nothing but one way streets and road blocks, detours, poor directions and inherent frustration.

A few hours and multi-errands later, I crossed the Sellwood bridge to take Wil to the doctor. The Sellwood bridge is not fun on a good day, and these days there ain't nothing but bad days, as the ancient bridge is being replaced right next to the existing/temporary one. I almost always go over the bridge and turn right/north but this time I went under the clover-leaf and drove south. I'd forgotten because of the massive construction project, the zone is now 25 MPH, down from 45 MPH. I got too close to the car in front of me and then realized she was not just trying to drive me crazy, she was indeed, following the speed limit. I slowed way down, put a respectful amount of distance between us, and thought we were done with the matter, but she rolled down her window and flashed her hands dramatically, first holding up two fingers, then five, then back to two, then back to five.

Got it.

Tried to find a nearby frozen yogurt shop after Wil finished at the doctor and Siri fervently insisted I turn left on a street where no left turn was allowed. Had to drive forever to get myself going in the right direction. Ate my yogurt grumpily outside on the beautiful day, as someone inconsiderately sat and smoked nearby.

Loaded back into the car and packed it full of my black mood, heading on the freeway near rush hour. We limped along, finally got off on our exit, hit more construction and traffic, before heading back over the Sellwood bridge. This time I was in the lane with the right-of-way, and the traffic coming from the other direction, trying also to get on the bridge, had a yield sign. Every time I cross that bridge from either direction I marvel that the city of Portland has created its own "rule" that you take turns at that point. Invariably, the car without the yield, lets one car with the yield go, then he/she goes, and on and on it continues, taking turns beautifully, systematically, without "having" to,  without signage, without monitoring, just because it's the right thing to do - take turns.

And just like that, my good mood got its turn.

Monday, July 22, 2013

Can't Talk Now

Very, very busy being the last person on the planet to read this:


While drinking this (decaf):


Sunday, July 21, 2013

OVER THE RAINBOW.




Dress - C/O Dahlia. Bag - Brit Stich and shoes - Office

Another glorious day and this time we took a little adventure around the old docks in Belfast. Spending most of the time gazing in amazement at the two HUGE Cranes aptly named Samson and Goliath, which can be visible from far and wide around the city.

Summer is the perfect time to be able to wear head to toe white. A colour I love to wear, it’s like a blank canvas that you can layer all the colours under the rainbow onto.
The newest white addition to my wardrobe from Dahlia, the 'Naomi Dress' and of course it’s is my favourite shape, smock. It’s perfectly floaty and simple for the warmer weather. Being more of a dressier style means that is perfect if I want to dress up for a night out.
Another perfect white piece I spied was this 
floral broderie top which couldn't be any cuter!

Worn with this amazing necklace I picked up in Accessorize; of course I went in to get a pashmenia for that wedding guest outfit and came out with a very expensive necklace instead. Epic fail. Does anyone else do this?

Hope everyone had a nice weekend. x


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Thursday, July 18, 2013

WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE.


Jumpsuit - Topshop. Crop top worn underneath - Topshop. Bag - Zara. Shoes - Topshop (old). Belt Topman

I know I know, I’ve posted this Topshop Leaf jumpsuit before but when it’s good its worth showing again. I adore this jumpsuit and surprisingly I have got a lot of wear out of it despite its rather in your face print.
It was my birthday at the start of the month, so with a night out planned I decided to put on some heels and give it my jumpsuit a night out on the town.
I didn’t however wear the white top out but thought I’d show it here, as this is how I have been wearing it during the day for a more casual look with flats. I also didn't wear that silly hair band that I always seem to have stuck to my wrist.
*must remember to remove when taking blog photos*
Paired with my bright Zara envelope bag that featured in my wedding quest outfit post. What a great bag that has definitely got its wear. I think they even went into Zara sale.
So glad we are having this tropical weather to match. Lets hope it sticks around so I can get wearing this more.

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Monday, July 15, 2013

HOWDY PARTNER.






Dress - c/o +MINKPINK. Shoes - Office. Watch - Casio +Urban Outfitters 

Well, what a hectic week. I’m back and ready to blog. For a quick update on what I’ve been up to this past week check out my instagram @kimlovescloth a lot of snaps of pimms, sunshine and iced loveliness. Oh to be off again.

First things first. THANK YOU again to everyone who voted for me in the cosmo blog awards wow wee. Cant believe I’m shotlisted, I have written a bit more here.

I hope everyone has been enjoying this amazing weather. Last weekend we went on a little wander around Shropshire which is a beautiful place. After almost getting stuck in a ditch however we found a little quiet lane in which I could pose like I thought I was in little house on the prairie.
Another amazing dress from Minkpink and not the usual tent shape I go for. Quite out of my comfort zone when it comes to dress shapes, but I couldn’t believe how much I liked the fit and it was perfect for prancing in the summer sun.

Now off to tackle my mountain of washing, on the bright side this means ALOT of blog posts to follow.


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 I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw a comment on instagram… “Did you see you’ve been nominated for a cosmo blog award”. Say whhhhaaaat?!!? *rushes to computer*... it wasn’t a horrible prank. I HAVE been nominated.
I can’t thank everyone enough for getting me shortlisted in the ”best new fashion blog” on the cosmo blog awards 2013. After just little over a year the hard work has paid off. Thank You Thank You Thank You.

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Prying

I've been mulling something over ever since my 4th of July family reunion, when not one, but two cousins both said nearly the exact same thing: "I was so glad to read your book. I'd always wondered about your life, but I didn't want to pry."

I don't know if this phenomenon is unique to my family or if it's more of a greater cultural thing, but I was definitely raised with the theory, "If they want me to know, they'll tell me."

I do not subscribe to that theory.

At the same reunion my cousin's 19-year-old daughter, having just finished her freshman year of college and considering a career as an OT, also read my book, and asked if she could ask me a few questions. "How can therapists be most helpful, and what is okay and not okay to ask parents?"

Aren't those good questions? I answered that it had way more to do with intent, than with word choice. The "wrong" question with the right intent, is still the right question. You can easily tell the difference between idle curiosity, and genuine interest, and all is forgiven when someone is on the same team. As far as what therapists can do to be most helpful, again, conveying their intent to be most helpful, is most helpful. Opening that door to being someone the parent and/or child can go to for support, ideas, strategies, problem-solving, guidance, a kick-in-the-%$#, whatever the case may be, that is most helpful.

Recently I saw an old friend. She and I are part of a foursome that gets together several times a year, and has for 24 years. We have been through a lot together, shared births, deaths, divorces, re-marriages,  new jobs, retirements, and all of life's ups and downs. Or at least I thought so. I just learned that some pretty big things have been omitted over the years, I am sure it's to protect the privacy of others, I am sure it's because those things are hard to talk about and are a buzz kill when you're getting together for drinks and some laughs. I am sure that the three of us also failed to "pry" enough. We took this friend at face value when she said things like, "Great!" "Fine!" "The same!"

Maybe it's true that she didn't want us to know, so she didn't tell us, and then when she did want us to know, she did tell us. Maybe the most helpful thing we could have done was held space for her all these years until the burden was too much to bear and the cost of not telling was greater than the cost of telling.

I hope so.


Sunday, July 14, 2013

Seventeen


Seventeen years ago today this holy boy came into the world. He came into my life exactly nine months prior to that, as his presence was known to me instantly, and of course, he was born not around his due date, but on  it. He has kept himself and everyone around him to a rigid schedule ever since.

This past year he has come into his own.

He is a long, long way from being able to live independently, but he is ever closer to being able to think independently. He knows his own mind; what he likes, what he doesn't like, what he wants, what he doesn't want, what behaviors he will accept from others and what behaviors he will not, what he will spend his free time doing and what he will not.

A couple of mornings ago I was flying around the kitchen trying to get his breakfast in front of him, cleaning up the kitchen, wiping up all the water Flicka dribbled from her bowl to her bed in some mad tail-chasing order that repeats itself each and every morning with frustrating regularity as I tried to get out the door to meet Kathleen for a 7:00 AM walk. Wil prattles, the microwave beeps, Flicka dribbles the just-wiped area, the toaster pops, I inhale one bite of my own breakfast, repeat. And the prattling isn't something you can just nod and tune out, he gets you on the hook, he's arranging things, putting his requests in, planning his life.

"We will go to Trader Joe's at 8:02 and I will get gluten-free Jojo's for dad. We will get blueberries and strawberries and watermelon and pineapple because we really need to have flavor-changing in action for our water. The water in our fridge is really old and we really need to have flavor-changing in action. We will have blueberry water on Wednesday, pineapple on Thursday, watermelon on Friday and on Saturday we will have strawberry. The water in the fridge is really old and we really need flavor-changing in action just like the frozen yogurt that gets flavor changed, we will need to do that every day so we will go to Trader Joe's at 8:02 and get all the flavor-changing things."

I buzz around the kitchen even more maniacally with each order he barks, check my watch to make sure I'm not late, grab the poop bags, a Kleenex, my shoes, the leash and set it all out by the door.

"Care," he says, "I am only sixteen for a few more days. It's really important that you remember that. Don't forget that I am only sixteen for a few more days. Time is going by. I am getting older. Just remember that I am only sixteen for a few more days."

When each day feels like the last in so many ways, times 365/year times seventeen years, it's hard to step back and see the growth, see the changes, see the distance you've travelled and see the future as one whose flavor will continue to be in action.


Sunday, July 7, 2013

IT'S A NICE DAY FOR A WHITE WEDDING.



Dress - YMC. Shoes - Office. Bag - Zara. Scarf - Jo Edwards
This weekend I attended the most gorgeous wedding in Shrewsbury and wow what a weekend to have a wedding. The sun was shinning and really complimented the picturesque setting, set in a huge marquee, surrounded by rolling hills. 
I always find myself in a dilemma when it comes to deciding what to wear at weddings. This time round I spied a cute dress from YMC and the dilemma arose when I didn’t know what to wear with it. With many a colour to choose from were to begin?

The first thing I picked up was the bright bag from Zara. I love this bag and have been using it a lot even before the wedding. I say this every time but Zara are the best for bags.
Next were the dreaded shoes. They need to be comfy to wear all day but not sensible enough that I won’t wear again ha I love these tan ones from Office and I made it through the whole day/night with them on.
The biggest dilemma of them all was trying to find a jacket. Thankfully after a few failed attempts the weather decided to do me a favor and a jacket wasn’t needed. So the perfect accompaniment was a large scarf/pashmina, just to cover up slightly when in the church and in the evening when it got cooler. Thanks mum for this one!
Well thats it from me, next stop London. Stay tuned on Instagram/twitter for all the goings on.

Hope everyone had a lovely sunny weekend.
 




Wednesday, July 3, 2013

BIKINI READY.


L-R: Urban - Topshop - ASOS - My Curves And Me - Urban 
Accessories L - R: Yayer - ASOS - Tophop

It's that time, when summer holidays are on the horizon and if your like me, it's time to buy lots of bikinis that you only get to wear for that one week are two.
Everyone can find it hard to get something that suits, no matter what shape or size. I’ve been a nerd and read up on a few tips and tricks … but I think the best thing to do is just try on and go with what you feel best in. I like the idea of the 'boyshape' and having a one piece for a change .. with a bold print and cut outs hopefully would give me the illusion of a hourglass figure. *dreams* 
On my travels I have found Topshop to have a great mix and match selection and Urban Outfitters seems to have an abundance of gorgeous prints. Asos of course is the one stop shop for everything from designer to basic and My Curves & me is perfect for D+ sizes.

The main question is.. where are you all going?