I remember well how I felt at the end of previous week, I remember the plans for the week that lay ahead of me. I would be productive, at good last. I’d be home. I’d finally sleep.
Well. As it turned out, I the bit where I was productive didn’t really happen, but I did sleep. Instead of ticking off boxes on my to-do list I only managed to take care of myself. Somehow I could only bring myself to work on little projects that were not urgent in any sense. I guess I’m in a bit of a slow mood right now. But hey, didn’t we all feel a little bit like we’re on holiday this week? The weather was simply too nice to be able to work with full concentration. Or was it just me? Did I get distracted too easily?
One way or the other – I have plenty of blogposts and projects in the pipeline that I have already started but that I have not had the energy and muse to finish yet. And so I sit here, with loads of great photos, but too unfocused for proper write-ups. It’s just too easy to convince myself that inspiration will strike if only I go and get that ice cream. Well I had my ice cream, and then some. Where’s my inspiration?
I’m not sure if things will improve next week as far as blog posts are concerned. After all, I will pack my bags again and hit the road! I’m going to head to Italy for one night and a bunch of extremely important business meetings. And then I will hopefully meet my best friend Lina! I haven’t seen here for quite a while, and I missed her with all my heart, so I’m really looking forwardto catching up with her. How productive I will be with all that going on remains to be seen, but realistically I won’t be able to get much done. But who knows, maybe if Lina and I get an ice cream together inspiration for a great blog post will strike…
After our last podcast episode there was a bit of an uproar. Lots of people appeared a bit upset or annoyed that Lisa and I, of all people, complained about body problems. Well, first of all I’m not sure we even complained as such. I guess the summer just arrived so unexpectedly that most of us girls felt a bit self-conscious about one problem area or the other, be it small boobs or a sagging butt. But here’s my question: why can’t Lisa and I talk about these things just because we happen to fall into the 36-38 size bracket? Is that right reserved to girls and women with 42+?
I really think it’s counterproductive to think in terms of sizes in the first place, It’s just as possible to enjoy a great figure and tight skin as a curvaceous woman as it is to grapple with cellulite as a size 34 girl. All we did was gossip a bit about the issues we have with our own bodies, which does not mean that we are at war with ourselves. Simply stating that our butts are no longer as ‘juicy’ as they used to be doesn’t mean we negate our whole bodies. Neither Lisa nor I have eating disorders, and we don’t use anything like that to generate clicks on our blogs (I’m not having a poke at anyone here…), we just talk freely about what’s on our minds. The first week of summer is a time to discuss what bikini figure we’d like to have, that’s not much of a surprise and not particularly unusual, is it?
Be that as it may: bitching about bodies is a bit lame, but we all do it, and it’s everyone’s right. What’s not so great is to bitch about someone else’s body, which is completely contrary to the idea of #bodypositivity!
some Rock’n Roll!
I’m totally into bags at the moment, and I have plenty of bag updates, like this one by my fav 3.1 Phillip Lim, a dotted one by Carven, a summer bag by Tosca Blue and a funky Crossbody Bag by Anya Hindmarch.