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  • July29th

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    Few girls can resist the coveted teal blue box box and white satin ribbon.

    Maybe that’s one reason I gravitated to this month’s Book of the Month sitting there on the shelf at Target, or maybe it was the vintage photograph in the background. Whatever led me to reach out for Summer at Tiffany knew I was looking for the perfect balance of light-hearted laughter, girlish Summer fun, unforgettable history, and a series of life altering events.

    In Summer at Tiffany - A Memoir by Marjorie Hart, the reader is taken back to the summer of 1945 and follows the journey of two college girls from Iowa in their first summer in New York City.  With the approval and contributions of key players from that summer, Marjorie tells the story of her and her best friend, Marty, as they board the train from Iowa for a summer neither of them will ever forget.

    “I’d never even worn earrings in my whole life.” – Marjorie

    As the first female pages to ever work at the exclusive Tiffany & Co., Marjorie and Marty spend their summer at the greatest jewelry store to ever grace this fine Earth.

    Midshipmen and Judy Garland, bourbon sniffing and a vodka daiquiri with a twist, Old Man Tiffany and Mr. Byoir, the Empire State Building and the End of WWII, a first love and a near heart attack, the Four Hundred and the Russian Tea Room, the Cafe Society and the nurse.

    “The choices were staggering when you worked at Fifth Avenue and Fifty-seventh Street, the luxury corner of the world.” – Summer at Tiffany

    In a truly entertaining and heart warming story, take a step back in time and see through the eyes of a young girl during one of the most pivotal summers in American History. Even after the summer tale is over, read through to the end of the book to catch up with Marjorie, Marty, Jim and the gang to see what’s happened in their lives since that summer nearly 60 years ago.

    I laughed and I nearly cried, I got chill bumps and I gasped a time a two but more so I smiled as the tag line of the book never left my mind …

    Do you remember the best summer of your life?


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    {Pick up :: Summer at Tiffany – A Memoir by Marjorie Hart:: here at The Sassy Steel Magnolia eStore}

    For the rest of the summer you can find me {Between the Sheets} *…. look at the new button over to the right….  as I’m a member of A Little Summer Reading List put together by Rachel over at Little Girl, Shiny World. The first book – The Mystic Arts of Erasing All Signs of Death by Charlie Huston – is … interesting … to say the least, but the author indeed has an incredible way of telling a story and creating imagery with his words. I’m definitely learning a lot (which I often do from reading other author’s works) and not just about different styles and techniques to add to my writer’s bag. I’m pushing through to try and stay caught up with the group, so I’ll let you know my over all review sometime soon.

    Thanks, Rachel for putting the group and list together & for all of you readers out there, cruise on over to her site to check out the full list of madame bloggers participating in the Summer Reading List – you can find us on the right!

    *photo credit: Tiffany & Co. , Harper Collins
  • July26th

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    Take the time to relax.
    Take the time to breathe.
    Take the time to work.
    Take the time to play.
    Take the time to work.
    Take the time to think.
    Take the time to dance.
    Take the time to plan.
    Take the time to prepare.
    Take the time for family.
    Take the time for yourself.

    So many things to remember. Time is split between them all. But how about this one:

    Take the time to get sidetracked.

    It happens for a reason. The email your friend just sent while you were working on a big work proposal. The charming road side store on your way out of town. The urge to suddenly stop what you’re doing and run to the coffee shop. The site link you happened to notice. The phone call just as you settle into bed for the night. The curiosity about the crowd across the way. It happens for a reason.

    Don’t fight it. Not everything need be planned to fit perfectly in time allotted. It’s not the enemy unless you insist it be. If you let it, it can actually be quite the opposite. Rather glorious.

    Take the time to get sidetracked.

    Do it now. Do it tomorrow. Do it at least 2 times a day. If you insist on putting some sort of constraint on it, allow yourself 13 minutes to get sidetracked up to 2 times a day if the urge strikes. (It’s ok – I think the other 1,414 minutes of your day won’t mind.)

    Don’t search for a reason to be sidetracked. Doesn’t work that way. Just make sure you don’t block it when it appears. Remember, it happens for a reason. And besides, that’s when the good stuff happens.

    That stuff called Serendipity.

    [ photo credit: etsy ]
  • June22nd

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    People tend to think that because I am a {blogger} and I have two twitter accounts that I’m a bare all, tell all kind of gal. That I revel in putting anything and everything out for the universe to read. That I have a chip on my shoulders and think everyone should agree with me.

    Quite the contrary.

    I am in fact a very, very private person. An introvert to the core, I often over-think about what I write, share and put out to the electronic world. Although you may catch glimpses here and there, certain things you will never hear me discuss in mixed company. That’s how I was raised. To maintain a certain sense of…. modesty at all times. Granted I do and will push the line and occasionally cross it (sorry Momma), but I try to keep it always in a realm of reason. *And I’m fortunate enough to have people who let me know when I’ve stepped outside of that realm.

    I say all of this because last week I was sent something to read that brought all of these feelings to the fore-front. I understand that the world of social media is a very personal world and if you don’t like it, don’t read it-hence why I started a huge de-friend / unfollow purging last week-but is this an inclination of how the world will forever work? Not one bit of anyone’s life is left to be kept private and sacred? There is no over-sharing because over-sharing is what happens all day, every day.

    I am to a degree guilty of these offences as I do indeed share my life every day through tweets and posts and updates {oh my!}, but there are some things that just aren’t meant for the rest of the world to read or see.

    I think it’s wonderful if you proclaim you do not care what anyone else thinks of you, although I must admit I find you to be spitting out a little white lie. To a certain degree, I believe we all do – just a bit. It could be your boss, your parents, your Aunts / Uncles, future ex’s, future loves, nieces, nephews, ANYONE could be reading right now…..or find it 10 years from now.  Your personal views shouted from your facebook status can have a greater impact on your professional appearance than you even realize. That blog post you thought was absolutely hillarious and just had to share even though it was more than an over-share, what happens when it gets read by your boyfriend’s mother who’s quite the opposite of you? Even breast feeding is not a sacred act anymore, with pictures being posted on facebook-shot from above, mind you, it was a little too clear what was taking place in the picture.

    Am I alone in this race? Am I becoming an internet prude because of my hankerings for privacy? Am I bundle of contradictions here because I’m caught up in the middle of it yet don’t use it to the extent of which it seems to be going? Is anyone else missing the mystery?

    Now I don’t want you to misunderstand me on this one, I love love love having you here….I just don’t want you in my head all the time and trust me, you don’t want to be there either. I really enjoy not having everyone know every minute detail of my life. The mystery of other people (which seems to be quickly fading) is what intrigues me about them and I take great strides to maintain my own. But…

    oh well – c’est la vie & to each his own..

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    photo credit: lock & key / sand

  • June16th

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    I woke up late and on the wrong side of the bed this morning. (Even though I never really understood how that was possible…but if it is, I’m pretty sure I did it this morning.) At this moment I am the definition of grumpy and tired.

    I’ve decided to take a quick trip to the carnival to jump start my un-grumpy-ness. A big thanks to Lovely Clusters for her post on Monday. It made this trip a lot easier than it normally would’ve been.

    Here’s Hopin that worked to help turn my grumpy into un-grumpy.

    What do you do when you wake up on the wrong side of the bed?

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    photo credit: Bal93 via Lovely Clusters post
  • June8th

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    In the words of Katy Perry on her proactive commercial

    “You would think that I’m the most confident person, but even the most confident person has their moments.”

    She’s right – we all have our moments, because we all have those little insecurities that creep up every now and then. I came face to face with one of those moments early in the morning just this past week at work. I’ll set up the scene for you:

    I was busy getting my morning started when one of my agents happened to pop his head in and uttered the words that I dread to hear: “Hey..why are you so white??” Completely caught off guard, I felt myself shrink back into my chair a bit. “I’m sorry??“White, you’re so white, how come? You don’t go lay out on the beach or anything?” “Well,” I said “I have to be really careful because I tend to burn easily. I love being outside and going to the beach, but it tends to be a process trying to make sure I don’t get too burned or damaged.” “Oh I see, yea I get that, you gotta be safe and healthy, but I mean, you want to look good, right?” I did what I always do, especially when I feel uncomfortable, I laughingly said “Oh yea, I know — I can give Casper a run for his money sometimes — ha ha.” And then he left. And I sat at my office, tears starting to trickle out slowly.  The insecurity button had been pressed and there was no amount of pretending that would change it.

    I know he wasn’t trying to intentionally be mean, he was new to the company and curious. (since I do live 10 minutes from the Atlantic Ocean) Regardless and unknowingly he had stumbled upon one of my biggest insecurity buttons. My skin color. It may sound silly to some, understandable to others, but it is what it is.

    The late, great Eleanor Roosevelt said

    “No one can make you feel inferior with out your consent.”

    I get that, I do, and no offense but you’re a fool if you think that even ol’ Eleanor didn’t have her moments or insecurities. I don’t know a single person on this Earth that doesn’t. And if the timing is right and the certain chords and plucked, the buttons can get pushed.

    And with anything that makes you feel uncomfortable, you aim to change it. You diet if you see yourself over weight, you use countless cleansers if you have acne, you make jokes about a deformity. In similar fashion, I’ve gone to extreme lengths to alter my skin color in the past decade. Unfortunately I practically lived in a tanning bed from the age 13 to 23 (dancing years). I’ve spray tanned and self tanned, layed out and lathered up, all trying to change my skin color to fit in with what I thought was normal. I never wanted to be pale, I hated my skin and would obsess if anyone mentioned I was too white. I would burn my poor skin to lobster red and go back outside and do it again as soon as I could. Sounds crazy, right? It was, believe me. Thank Heavens I’ve come a long ways since those days! My sister-in-law, Rebecca, said it best: You don’t want to end up looking like Magda, do you??!?

    I’ve really gotten much better at handling that particular insecurity button. I’m learning. It’s a growing process, slow and steady. And I do still take measurements to make myself at least look alive, but I don’t go to the extremes I used too.

    But there’s still moments that make me cringe, i.e. the story I mentioned earlier. I even had nightmares because I couldn’t get in to be spray tanned before going to a friend’s engagement party and I was worried the bride-to-be was going to yell at me. (Believe me, I’m already stressing over her wedding in late fall.) Sometimes when I see myself in pictures where I look extra pale I jokingly gag, and I still won’t buy clothes in certain colors because I worry they’ll blend too much and you won’t be able to see me at all! *Ok, maybe that is a little bit of an stretch, but you get my point.

    It seems to be near unanamous that tanned skin is much more pleasing to the eye than pale skin. Props to you ladies who have naturally bronzed skin or tan easily, I still envy you just a little bit. But for now, I am learning to appreciate and love the skin I’m in. (isn’t that a commercial?) And although I actually do like getting air brushed, $25 a pop adds up so I only do that for special occasions and a quick fix. Maybe one of these days pale will be the new tan… Ok, maybe not — but here’s hopin!

    So in conclusion — Katy Perry, rock on! Because only the confident can admit to their moments, open themselves to ridicule and inspire others to do the same. Thank you for that.

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    *Note in regards to Eleanor Roosevelt quote: This (along with any variation) shouldn’t necessarily be said to a person having one of those moments, it tends to have the opposite effect and could end up making that person feel even more ridiculous. Say it after – when things have calmed. I speak from experience. ;)