It basically means a small horse that someone rides because it's fun. Larking about the countryside and such.
Are you familiar with coloring books for adults?
You should be, because I do believe I've mentioned it here. ;)
I myself do puzzles. I admit: hobby. But I am very much a product of my demographics in that I always feel like I have to attach value to everything. So even my puzzle-doing, is justified by need; I need to do it because I need to not do something that has value attached to it; that is its value.
I'm an enormous enthusiast for cosmetics, contemporary and vintage and historical. So much so that I have been working on a novel about it for years - years. For the longest time, in many cultures, female cosmetic adornment was "frowned upon", so of course, instead of being abstained from, it was done in secret. And no one was worse for the wear (except when the white face paint included lead, of course).
If I'm being polemical I take this and thing bring up how women don't need justification to put it on. Which I agree with.
But when I'm sitting at my vanity table, there are no polemics.
I just look over the things that I've collected and arranged, sometimes at the expense of other things (like books, or professional affiliations), and I am just glad to be a human. My own little version of it. Away from my immediate family, away from my intermediate family, not always able to do the celebratory things, the liturgical things, the processional and traditional things that I've come to realize are more important to me than not - I can sit at my vanity and still be of substance, seeing myself (as I often don't), putting on the day, with scent and texture and color. History and contemporary.
So it's not exactly a hobby.
But at the same time, it very much is.
Being is its own value. And it doesn't even care to say so.
Just some scenes from where I go when I just need to feel RADICAL.
...actually I just find it comforting and inspiring.
You've probably seen it before.
The "museum", as husband says. Above is where I do some writing sometimes. It faces a window, and is nice and bright and good.
Above is where I get ready, makeup-wise. This is a newer spot for me. I wish I had thought of it before. It actually makes me want to get ready. I will expound on this soon, but not today.
This professes my love of clear things, in case you didn't already know. I LOVE CLEAR.
This is me. In a little mirror. Biff is looking at you. Say hi.
I read here in the morning.
I work here, largely at night. Yes, I have two desks. And many places to sit. I'm a person who needs stations. And piles. And color, as you can see. In case perhaps you didn't notice. ;)
I don't do anything here, exactly. But it's a great spot for visiting kids. I was sitting here the other morning, lamenting that I got rid of a certain YA novel that I wanted to read ("The House With the Clock in Its Walls").
This is my makeup history emporium. It's a bit messy. It's the last thing left to organize.
Five writing projects that I'm diving into. So pumped. So pumped, also, that it's not hot out and I can hang out in the museum/womancave. And blog about it.
And classes to plan. Also so pumped. I like my life. A lot.
Hello, and welcome back to Dirt Chic. :) That is - I'm back. Yes, I posted in December. Like, once. (Or more. But not much.) Can I tell you how busy I was last semester? Here: I WAS SNOWED.
And it was great.
However, it's also nice to be in a different place. I have 5 instead of 6 classes, and I am proud of a massive project that is nearly complete (more on that later). It consumed much of my time this last year, along w/teaching. That is teaching consumed my time. My project did not consume my teaching. That just makes me think of Godzilla. No wide-scale destruction happened last semester.
However, a momentous event occurred:
I finished putting together my dining room.
I bought the table at SalArmy for $20 earlier in the summer. Then, in November, I trekked to IKEA (w/my dear friend Rachel, who gamely put up with my waffling over various items), and took the plunge and bought a set of clear-and-chrome chairs that I had been highly coveting and stalking for a few years.
I also bought a bunch of dishes and other stuff. The only other time I've bought dishes were when I bought Crate & Barrel bug dishes on clearance. Everything else I own are wedding gifts. From 2006.
This is a better view of the chairs.
They are actually highly comfortable.
I sit in them, and wonder what I did to become an adult and be able to sit in such chairs. And eat food. Like a normal person.
Now for some dinner parties! And Cards Against Humanity... It matches the decor. ;)