post no. 20 -- Stairs

I wish we had stairs in our house. 

post no. 19 -- Dear Dreads

Last night I had a bunch of weird dreams. The dream that stuck out the most to me when I woke up this morning was that my dreads came out, like my hair just got wavy and straight again. This morning on my way to work they were talking about dreams on the local radio station and so I called in the get my dream analyzed. After waiting "on hold" for what felt like 20 songs (an hour) I finally got through. According to the Dream Doctor, my dream meant that I feel like if I lose my dreads I will lose apart of who I am, and a part of my identity. I guess I had never really thought about them as a piece of my identity before, but having it put like that really got me thinking about how much I am actually (literally and metaphorically) attached to them. 17 months ago, it was just a hairstyle. But today, I feel like my dreads have actually helped me figure out who I am. They have helped me to realize that I am unique, not just because I have dreads but because of who I am as a person. When I was still deciding on dreadlocks, I used to read the FAQs etc. about the "transformation" they went through by getting dreadlocks. I thought they were all crazy. Cuckoo tree hugging hippies that thought staring at their belly buttons would bring them closer to inner peace. Well the belly buttons were right. Shucks.

post no. 18 -- Mixtape 1/20/11

post no. 17 -- Marisol Spoon

Marisol Spoon is a husband and wife artist team that creates lovely paintings, prints, and wearables. I first came across them before I began blogging when I was looking at decor for San Diego. I rediscovered them a week or so ago and was enamored by all of the new pieces they had created since.

The couple predominantly works with portraits, but will dabble with natural envirmonments as well. I definitely recommend checking them out at their Etsy shoppe or you can read about upcoming projects on their blog. 

Enjoy!

post no. 16 -- College Bound

Last night Kris and I deep cleaned our house. It actually felt great! We didn't start until almost 9PM, so by the time we were finished we were ready to fall into bed. Waking up to a spotless house is wonderful. I hope it's still in that condition once I get home this afternoon...

So more college decisions are at hand. Last time we left this discussion, I was torn between a traditional 4-year university (UH Manoa) and an online art program that allowed me to work at my own pace, relatively speaking (Academy of Art University). Well, I did some poking around online, because I really hated the idea of going to school without ever stepping foot in a classroom, and I found out that Honolulu Community College offers a Communication Arts Program for your AA Degree that emphasizes in Design. I'm amped. 64 credits, and I will be able to graduate with a piece of paper that says good job!

But wait, it gets better. UH Manoa, offers guaranteed acceptance for transfer students with a 2.8 GPA or higher who have completed 24 college credits. Even more exciting, eh? I'm still torn in both directions but at least I have been able to eliminate online college out of my vocab. Either way, I'd start at HCC and finish up at Manoa, and either way I'm excited to get this ball rolling this fall.

On a side, note my Architect father, has decided that no career other than Architecture will be a suitable choice. He's been grilling me since I landed on the island about getting back into school. Yet, when I finally find a major that makes me happy and that I could see myself pursuing in the future, he sends me this. Observe #18; noting that "If you'd rather end up with one of the best-paying college degrees, you'll have to major in something that requires a lot of math classes". Well maybe when I'm designing his new website, logo, and letterhead, he'll reevaluate his judgments on my career choice. Then again, maybe not.

post no. 15 -- What Inspires Me Wednesdays

These first two are from CherryBam.

I just love the quotes. 

Big cities: I love the city. Which is partially why I love this photo. I can't wait until Kris and I are able to get back home to California and find some loft in San Diego or Los Angeles (most likely SD). How I miss it so.

 

One piece bathing suits. Love. Kris will most likely tease me for forever on out for my lack of pigment on my stomach, but I don't care. They are cute, and I want one. 

 

Last but not least: My sister. Last night I got a call from my sister after she got out of class, just to check up on me and see how everything is going on my side of the world. Random phone calls like these are what reminds me of how much I love her. Like any family, we've all had our fair share of ups and downs. Being ten years apart, we never really got along growing up, as she was more of a parent than a sibling. Around the time I started to hit my teens, she started to progress in her modeling career booking gigs for Playboy and other agencies. Things blew up for her once she debuted on VH1, and despite challenges from the past, our family has remained a solid unit. She has and always will inspire me to be better and give my all.

post no. 14 -- Recap

So 19 days into the new year I'm already starting to skimp on my resolutions. Missing one day of blogging is just not acceptable. Yesterday was crazy busy at work, building our new blog out to make it informative and grand. Getting paid to listen to webinars is pretty cool, I'm not going to lie, but now I think it's time to spend some TLC time on my own. Today was the first time ever I've had bare arms at work, considering I didn't want my super conservative boss to gawk at my rather large tattoo, but it went well. By well, I mean he didn't stare, and said nothing about it. I'm glad, mainly because sans air conditioning our little office gets pretty uncomfy, and it's nice to be able to let my arms be free. Enough ramblings, let's get to the feature blog post for today: What Inspires Me Wednesdays!!