Entries from October 2013

29 Weeks | Whoa Belly!

October 31, 2013



At 29 weeks pregnant (that’s just a little over 7 months along) the belly is really beginning to steal the show. In fact, strangers are starting to acknowledge the pregnancy with congrats or simple smiles. I’ve only had two people I didn’t already know come up and touch my belly – and they were wildly different experiences that I’d like to share:

I was socializing with friends and sipping on water in the bar side of one of my favorite restaurants when a woman (my age-ish) came up to me and poked (yes, poked) my belly. “Awwww, you’re pregnant! Is it a boy or a girl?” I politely smiled and said “boy”. She responds “Okay! Let’s hear the name!” I told her that we didn’t know yet, so she went on to ask me and Jeremy what our cultural backgrounds were. After uncomfortably giving her the run down of the mutts we are (me: Norwegian & Native American, Jeremy: Italian & Lithuanian) she went on to tell us her future baby name which is “Ronan” because of how much she fell in love with Ireland the last time she was there.

So I was feeling equal parts annoyed and challenging. So I decided to tell this woman one of our more unpopular baby names in the running. “I’m thinking his name will be Spike.” Now dear readers, you should know that I really actually love the name Spike. It’s probably not “the one” but it’s on the table. She quickly rebuts “That’s what you name a dog, not a baby. What other names do you have?” I told her I was done with the conversation and she started back pedaling, putting her feet in her mouth, and digging her own grave all at once. “Nooo, nooo, I mean Spike could be cool. I mean… you’re funky,” she says while grabbing my hair (!!!) “What’s the significance of Spike?” So I respond with just a hint of detectable sarcasm, “I just really love Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

This is when things really take a turn for the worst. “OMG, I loooooovvvveee Buffy!” She responds. “But who’s Spike?”

That’s when I turned to Jeremy and told him we had to go. It’s one thing to poke my belly, grab my hair, and tell me that my baby name sounds like a dog – but it’s another to claim to be a Buffy fan and not know who Spike is.

I was in line for the bathroom at an after party for a small conference I spoke at when a young waitress working the bar joined the queue. She looked at me, got a huge smile on her face and sparkle in her eye, and placed both hands on my belly. She asked me when I was due and if it was a boy or girl. She told me that she was baby crazy and proceeded to pull out her phone to show me photos of her cat.

If you’re going to touch a stranger’s belly THAT, my friends, is exactly how you do it. With open palms, warmth, kindness, and cat photos.

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Field Notes & Other Observations:
• The baby seems to have really active days and quieter days. Some days he kicking and flopping around like a ninja on a slip ‘n’ slide. Other days he’s a little more chill.
• It’s most bizarre when I can feel him kick / punch my right hip bone.
• I woke up in the middle of the night and couldn’t get back to sleep with anxiety over the labor and delivery part of this whole thing. I want to be confident and fearless about the whole thing but it’s a little scary to imagine. Especially in the middle of the night.
• Someone on my Instagram commented that I’m carrying high – and that this little boy might be a girl. And come to think of it, I never saw physical proof that we are in fact having a boy.
• I’m becoming a bit more breathless as my huge uterus and growing baby take up real estate in my core.
• With that my stomach has been shoved right up under my heart – which is beginning to make vurping a dangerous reality.
• Long walks are becoming increasingly difficult. Probably because I’m getting winded easier and round ligament pain is no joke (ligaments along the sides of my belly are stretching out – which feel like stitches in my side when walking).

Anatomy of an Outfit: 
• Denim jacket – Ralph Lauren (I got this maybe 10 years ago off Ebay)
• “It’s In The Bag” t-shirt – A Pea in the Pod (maternity)
• Leggings – American Apparel (not maternity)
• Shoes – Adidas

Can’t Stop / Won’t Stop

October 30, 2013


Living a creative life by your own design is pretty badass – but it’s not always easy. Even when things are consistently good, just sustaining a certain level of non-stop go, go, go! can be exhausting and overwhelming. Show up. Be seen. Do the work. Create and launch. Learn and lean in. Over and over and over again.

If you’re not ready to go home
Can I get a “Hell, no!”? 
‘Cause we’re gonna go all night
‘Til we see the sunlight, alright

Then there’s The Fear. After consulting and coaching hundreds of creative entrepreneurs I can promise you that every single one of us is on the verge of peeing-our-pants, puking, or crying-int0-pillows. Because being your own boss demands courage – and courage is born from fear. The idea of going down the wrong path and seeing no return on investment is probably the biggest fear. Then there is the overwhelming fear of being unhappy and imbalanced. Then there is the fear of being unimportant and overlooked. But get this: these fears are nothing more than a wish for what you don’t want to happen.

And everyone in line in the bathroom
Trying to get a line in the bathroom
We all so turned up here
Getting turned up, yeah, yeah

Recently my sister, who fights a chronic battle with procrastination, shared with me that her new mantra is “Don’t pause.” For her it’s about downloading notes right after a meeting. Or delegating direction sooner. Or choosing not to make the bed and bust out the laptop instead. It’s about not getting bogged down in weighing decisions that lead to fatigue. I’ve decided to adopt this mantra as my own – but for me it’s more of a command to keep going in the grand scheme of things. It’s about refusing to hang out with The Fear. “Don’t pause” doesn’t mean I can’t slow my roll every once in a while – but it reminds me to stay on the bus. To show up. Be seen. Do the work. Create. Launch. Learn. Over and over and over again.

And we can’t stop
And we won’t stop
We run things, things don’t run we
Don’t take nothing from nobody
Yeah, yeah

And then of course, there are the wise words of the scandalous child-star-turned-twerker Miley Cyrus that penetrate my heart. Sure, she’s talking less about being a creative entrepreneur with purpose and rather is sharing the good word of self-indulgent booty shakin’ – but the message rings true. Do what you want. Make your own rules. Live life and have a good time. It’s a nice reminder, right?


P.S. I spotted these “Can’t Stop / Won’t Stop” designs on Design Love Fest and immediately purchased these 20″ x 28″ posters to hang in my home as a daily reminder to keep living what I love. And I’m not going to lie – I’ve been totally rocking out to Miley in the MINI this summer.

I’d Rather Be Short

October 29, 2013



I started reading Becky Murphy‘s blog Chipper Things a year or two ago when she started a whimsy illustration series called “I’d Rather Be Short.” 

Now, I wasn’t attracted to these posts because I’m short and I could commiserate. No, no. I was reading because I’d actually rather be short. When I meet online friends offline they often comment or are surprised by how tall I am. I’m 5’9″ – when I’m wearing a heel I can vary between 5’10” and 6’0″. Add in the height of my hair and I’m almost as tall as an NBA player.

Growing up I wasn’t necessarily the tallest girl in class but I was awkward. I had a big nose and bad bangs and was surrounded by girls who were bred to be teeny tiny cheerleaders with good teeth and silky smooth hair. So my height (and inherent awkwardness) made me feel like a big dumb, ungraceful, dog that knew not my own strength. I felt like if only I was short life would have been easier. Then I grew up and realized life is awkward and hard for 99% of all teenaged girls – regardless of popularity or height.

These days, as a grown-ass woman, I’m not stressed or uncomfortable with my height. But I’m not going to lie – I love it when I’m barefoot and Jeremy (who is 5’10”) is wearing shoes. The 1.5″ difference makes me feel small in his arms. And it may make be a bad feminist to say … but I like it. 

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I met Becky at DesignerVACA this past September and my girl crush on her was solidified. Becky is hilarious, witty, and talented – her book reflects that too. And it’s beyond impressive that she was able to take a blog series and launch it into a published book. I’d Rather Be Short hits the stands TODAY!

But I’ve got a copy to giveaway! Here are the rules to enter:
• Tweet or Instagram a reason why it’s great being short using the hashtag #idratherbeshort
NOTE: You can be short OR tall to enter and win! 
• Then comment here with your reason and a valid email so I can contact you for shipping details if you win
• I’ll pick a winner based on my favorite reason. That’s right. No random drawing here, which may or may not be internet illegal.
• You have through Friday, November 1st, 2013 to enter. I’ll pick a winner when I wake up Saturday morning.

28 Weeks | Are We There Yet?

October 25, 2013



I’m like a little kid who is 16 hours into a 24-hour road trip and has started asking “are we there yet” every 5 minutes. And about every 10 minutes this kid is asking to pull over to pee. Oh, and this impatient kid is going to Disneyworld but has been informed that the first day will be spent in the hotel bathroom taking the biggest, most painful poop of their life before they can move on to enjoy The Tower of Terror and Haunted Mansion, which are rides said kid has never been on and is kind of terrified of.

That’s pretty much how I’m feeling at 28 weeks pregnant.

My growing belly elicits the questions “how are you feeling!?” and “do you love being pregnant?” I’m feeling like a kid with mild car sickness with 8 hours left on a roadtrip to take the biggest poo of her life translates to “feeling good!” And I’m not sure I’ll know how to answer if I love being pregnant or not until I have hindsight on the experience. I mean, who knows – maybe this sights along the way will actually be my favorite part of the whole thing. But today… the transition is leaving me feeling somewhat claustrophobic and uncertain.

Field Notes & Other Observations:
• The physicality of pregnancy is starting to set in. My belly is getting bigger leaving less space for things like my stomach, bladder, ribs, and lungs.
• I’m becoming increasingly uncomfortable at night which has been a disturbance to my sleep.  I’m starting to get why people invest in those seemingly ridiculous pregnancy pillows. I think I want one.
• Discomfort and awkwardness aside, I’m incredibly grateful for this experience.
• Baby boy is still moving and jumping around like crazy. Now I can feel him moving from my ribs all the way down to my pubic bone – which makes sense since at this point he’s 17″ long.
• I felt him hiccup!
• We still don’t have a name but our list has been narrowed down to about 10 options.
• I’m tired. But that may not be baby related.

Anatomy of an Outfit
Plaid shirt – JCP
Tank – Gap (maternity)
Leggings – Pea in the Pod (maternity)
Boots – Fiorentini + Baker


Being Your Brand

October 24, 2013


Just popping in to say that on Saturday, October 26th I will be speaking at the Confluence Conference in Oklahoma City on personal branding. I’m going to be sharing a bit of my story of how I went from blogger to creative entrepreneur and tips on how to build and be your own brand. You can learn more and register for the Confluence Conference here. I hope to some friendly faces there! (After my talk I plan on celebrating at The Mule with the rare indulgence of a grilled cheese and french fries).

In the meantime, today I posted 4 ideas for sharing your stories (online & off) over at the Braid Blog. 

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