24 posts tagged “vox hunt”
Show us something that is standing in your way.
Me. I'm my own obstacle and enemy and defeater. But I'm working on that, I promise.
Show us something you're allegic to.
People who can't spell the word "allergic". Or just spelling errors in general. I'm also allergic to Tegretol, pineapple, pine pollen, and Matchbox 20. Not necessarily in that order.
Show us something you believe in.
Even when everything in my life feels like its swirling around and upside down... even when nothing make sense and all the answers just bring about more questions... even when I feel like a bit fat failure and want to just give up and crawl in a hole... even then, I know that he will love me and remind me of everything that is right with the world, and with me. I never thought I'd believe in it, but I now believe in love and it's power to make me maybe not a better person, but certainly a more complete one.
We've all had at least one horrible school photo taken. Dig up your worst one and show it to us.
Submitted by rachaface.
My mom cut my hair. I've still not quite forgiven her.
Show us peace.
This picture was taken the day Allie was born. This was the first moment after her birth that I wasn't worrying about visiting family, breastfeeding correctly, wondering where that headful of dark hair came from, or stressing about whether or not I was cut out for this whole "Mom" gig. This was the first time that we just checked each other out and decided we like each other just fine, and would go ahead and keep each other, thank you very much. She was so alert and observant right away, and it hasn't let up in the past 5 years.
Show us where you write most often.
Ok, first you'll have to go in through that left pupil. It's bigger than the right one, so you shouldn't have too much trouble. Take a left at the rattling closet door of compartmentalization, straight through past the doldrums of math knowledge, a right just after the favorite childhood memories (they're shiny and golden). You'll go for a long ways, past all the vocabulary words I don't use. Then there's a funny little windy part that follows my train of thought (though it's usually derailed) (watch for casualties) and then, just past there, that little gray corner with all the file boxes? Where the words are spilled everywhere and there's no where to even sit? The place that fills up everyday and looks like it's never been cleaned? Right there. That's where I write. Even while I eat, breathe, work, talk, sleep, laugh, cry, I'm in there writing. I can't always get it out (though I've heard maybe knitting needles would work), it's all in there....
Show us one of your photos that you’d like to print out and frame.
These are a couple of my sister's bridal pictures and I think they are possibly the prettiest pictures of any person ever. I probably biased because she's my sister, but it's really not that much of a stretch. Technically, my mom took these shots, but I styled and coached. I don't know why these are the first photos to come to mind. I probably wouldn't print and frame them because hi, that's kind of creepy. She doesn't even have them printed and framed, so I shouldn't either. I guess because I never got a "real" wedding with a ring and dress and ceremony, I probably live vicariously through her shots.
Whatever the reasons, the pics are beautiful and still don't capture her amazing natural beauty.
Show us a photo that captures the feeling of joy.
Just one????
Avery, about to go down the slide...
Avery picking flowers...
Avery's pretty much constantly my little ball of joy.
Show us a photo that makes something ordinary look extraordinary.
While trying to take a picture of my new haircut, I slipped and snapped this one of my right shoulder. It was marked for deletion, but instead became the inspiration for this piece, which I designed for the girls' scrapbook.
Show us your favorite photo of yourself.
Aww, man! Do I have to pick just one????
This is probably my favorite recent picture. I was attending a law firm Christmas party for which I had spend HOURS preparing. The lawyer I was dating gave me about 4 days notice that I'd be attending with him and I hadn't constructed an adequate fashion strategy for this. Given my limited time and resources, I came up with the 40's glamour look and executed it flawlessly. Seriously, I've never felt so pretty. I almost went a little overboard with it. I researched how to make pin curls and finger waves; I dug out some antique jewelry that my great-grandmother had worn in the 40's; I had authentic make-up and shoes and accessories. It was almost like Halloween for me and I LOVED it. I toiled and obsessed and fretted, but I felt that it was worth it.
About 5 minutes after boyfriend was due to pick me up, he called to say he had just woken up from a nap. He arrived about 2 hours later with a headache and a bad attitude. He parked his car as far away from the hotel as possible and ran ahead of me while I tried to quickly clomp through the 35 degree weather in 4" heels and a pencil skirt. Once we arrived at the party, we had nearly missed dinner. We sat at a table with some summer interns I'd never met and I realized during that conversation that our relationship was over. The other couples talked in "we". Boyfriend did not. If I didn't get the hint then, I surely did when I was ignored for the rest of the evening so that he could talk with his law school buddy and former roomate about Xbox and random YouTube videos.
I didn't want to cry in front of him. I stalked a long path to the bathroom, passing through 2 other office Christmas parties. At one of the tables along my path was a huge black man in an all red suit. He was the bass player for one of the bands playing at a party there and was taking a break. He stopped me with a basso profundo "Hello" and then asked if he could ask me a question. I gave him the go ahead and he proceeded to ask me "What's it like to be the prettiest woman here tonight?" Instead of a giggly "Aww thanks!" I was startled to hear myself responding "Honestly, it's exhausting." To which he responded with a hearty laugh and some words of encouragement.
Once I got in the bathroom, I realized that even if the boyfriend couldn't appreciate me for my inside and outside beauty, I didn't have to stress about it that very night. So I whipped out the phone, put on my game face, and snapped this pic. I called my sister to vent about being ignored. Then I went back to the party, drank like 6 vodka tonics, and had a ball talking to boyfriend's co-workers. We broke up 3 days later after dating for 18 months.
This picture isn't the best quality, it's not even the best picture of me. But it's a visual reminder to me that in the middle of miserable circumstances, no matter what the scope, it is completely possible to suck it up, fake a smile, and go out with a bang anyway.
