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When I was young, I shaved my legs every day; EVERY day. Spring, Summer, Autumn, AND Winter; every day. The media told me that having smooth, moisturized, soft legs was an important part of being pretty – and as a teenager and young person I bought into it. I believed the myth of beauty society fed me.
As I came into adulthood, I still shaved – though not with the same frequency. I spent a great deal of my time as a young adult sick and in pain… pretty just wasn’t as important when you hurt so bad that you can’t get up and down stairs without dissolving into tears. But I still shaved and moisturized. It was part of being a girl. We couldn’t have people thinking I actually grew hair on my legs.
Then I became a Mom. And yes, even then I shaved my legs. By then it was just one of those chores you do. Going swimming? Better shave. Wearing shorts or a skirt? Better shave. Just part of the self-grooming routine. Something I didn’t think about. Something I did in a rather robotic fashion, another member of the trained masses.
I want my daughter to grow up knowing these things are choices – even if we don’t always feel they are. Not all Women shave. In some parts of the world it would seem odd to do so. My daughter believed this until she was three. Then one day she laughed, astonished, at the ridiculous notion that a Woman could choose not to shave. That was the day I stopped shaving my legs.
Lily-Ann has other Women in her life who are non-shavers, my sister for one. But clearly this was something she needed to see with more frequency. It may seem like a small thing, but I needed her to know that we have a choice. We don’t have to shave. We don’t have to buy into the view of beauty that the media is selling, we can choose something different.
I may be the odd Woman out here in North America, sporting hairy legs all year long – without shame and, quite frankly, with a little pride. And yes, it may seem like a strange thing to take a stand on… but I couldn’t let my daughter grow up thinking she has no choice, that she has to go along with whatever ideals society sets before her.
She has options and choices. We all do.
Sure, I could have kept on shaving – but she shocked me out of it. Sometimes, that’s what we need. Something to shock us out of that robotic state we get lulled into. Something to bring us back into personhood. A sudden splash of cold water, a bucketfull dumped on us while we lay half asleep, lounging in the sun. Something to remind us we’re alive, and we have the right to make these seemingly small, seemingly insignificant, choices for ourselves. And sometimes, those small choices end up being some of the biggest.
Tonight I have to direct you towards another url. As I’ve already chronicled this particular misadventure on my photography website. I do promise though, the many photographs of our frosty day are well worth the visit. I know you’ll laugh as much as we did as we battled the environment to get these important shots.
And a big thank you to Jamie for not only volunteering as my assistant today, but for capturing the entire thing with her iPhone. LMAO
Well, we’re here! The sixteenth annual Breaking the Silence conference at the University of Saskatchewan is tomorrow! There is still time to register – though not much. So if you haven’t done so, get’r done! There really is no time left. Get your registration done tonight! All the details are here: http://www.usask.ca/education/breaking-the-silence/index.php
And because you asked for it, I’ll be doing my session on understanding sex, gender, and orientation TWICE. That means you’ve got an extra opportunity to get in on this discussion if you missed it last year. And even if you did get in last year, because I conduct it as a discussion, it will never be the same as where we go is truly directed by YOU.
Okay… now for a few fun pictures.
It was 80′s day at Kid kid’s school today. Normally I’m all for spirit days and getting dressed up. But an 80′s day? Two thirds of everything that the cool kids are wearing these days are totally 80′s inspired – which means every day is 80′s day. Seriously, every item the girl wore was out of her usual wardrobe.
That said… the 80′s were about excess… so we loaded on the bangles, we loaded on the belts, we loaded on the hair spray… and we added slouch socks – because that’s one style that didn’t make it back. And because it’s Thursday, that meant that I had to get dressed up too, after all I couldn’t spend the afternoon at school and NOT take part in 80′s day. LOL So I found the perfect jacket (and stuffed socks under my bra straps to mimic shoulder pads), pulled on some black leggings, a gold lamé skirt, and again with the slouch socks. Then we did our hair and make-up… everything in excess! It was great.
This is the last photo for the January photo a day challenge. Me again. Here’s the girl and I as we headed out to Disney’s Magic Kingdom. I should have posted it last night but it had been a LONG day. LOL
A couple quick tips for anyone going to magic kingdom: avoid Stitch’s Great Escape. It’s a terrible “ride”. And if you feel you must do it, sit in the back row. Ten minutes of smoke blown directly into your face is more than anyone should be strapped in and forced to endure. It’s a special kind of torture. Tip two: bring tissue. Seriously. I cried through the first half of the fireworks show. LMAO
Another long exhausting day… But this one completely wonderful. We’re all sore, and the girls are both asleep, no doubt dreaming about all our adventures.
For the January challenge today I had to take a photo of what’s in our fridge. So I did, yummy resort food and drinks:
And now for something a lot more fun. Here are a few iPhone shots from yesterday and today… Just some little highlights from our trip this far:
The challenge for the 25th was “something you made” and for the 26th it’s “colour”. Again hitting two birds with one stone, here’s a photograph that covers both topics:
For my fellow DIYers out there, I know you’ve seen the “play kitchens” made from old TV cabinets. Well, we created kid kid’s art center from a corner TV stand. We pulled out the dvd storage, added storage for her art supplies (they are bamboo kitchen utensil caddies), put up some of her finished art projects, and in a few hours we went from an unused, unwanted, fast-becoming-archaic piece of furniture into a desk/hutch that gets used daily.
Lots of colour, and lots of things we’ve made.
I had a hard time coming up with a guilty pleasure to photograph. I live so wide open, and I don’t guilt myself over life’s little pleasures. If there’s something that makes me happy, even if it’s something that other people may not really understand, I’m totally okay with that. So I went to Damon, and he gave me this ‘you really have to ask’ look, and said “Your ponies!” LOL
So here are a few members of my Applejack collection:
Applejack was my most loved pony when I was a little girl. I thought she was the loveliest of all the My Little Ponies. And while she was portrayed as a bit of a klutz on My Little Pony and Friends (the 80′s tv show), she was always “Princess Applejack” to me – she ruled over all my herd with a sweet and gentle hoof. So it’s with relish that I continue collecting Applejack, and even though she’s not my favourite of the new G4, Friendship is Magic, ponies she’ll always have a special place in my heart.
Well, we are almost through January, and I’ll admit… the last few photos may pose an additional challenge – seeing as how we leave for Disney World before dawn on Monday. But I’ll get’r done (as Applejack would say).
Having one senior dog is tough, having three? It really is a lot to deal with… but I wouldn’t part with even one of our oldies. Today’s challenge was to photograph something old. I jokingly asked my husband to pose for me after telling him what my challenge for today was, obviously he turned me down. I thought about snagging a snapshot of one of our antiques… in the end though, Lily-Ann’s idea won out. Sweets wanted his supper, Brandibuck wouldn’t sit still, so Thora it was. I’ll admit, I don’t like photographing her with my iPhone. It just doesn’t do her justice. She really is a gorgeous, gorgeous dog. I have a hard time believing she’s twelve. I remember the first time I saw her in person – after her trek with the underground railroad (traveling to us relay style driven bit by bit by volunteers like ourselves) – I broke down in tears. She really was the most beautiful puppy I’d ever seen, and to this day I’ve never met her equal… not in brains, drive, beauty, or spirit. She is a dog who is unmatched in every way, and I have been so blessed to have her as part of my life.
The light seems crazily yellow here… but that’s a camera phone for you.
Ready for a more-than-you-needed-to-know reveal? If not, you may want to skip this next part because we’re gonna talk FEET.
When I was a kid, I was obsessed with heels… mostly because beautiful, sophisticated women wore heels. So by the time I was twelve I was a perfectionist on the matter. I, very honestly, spent HOURS walking empty hallways perfecting the click click click of the heels as they touched the hard surface. Not too heavy, not too light, just the right rhythm. Hours. Upon. Hours. Every week. Remember the word obsessed? I wasn’t exaggerating.
Fast forward to my 29th year and pregnancy. My feet didn’t just swell a little, they BALLOONED! And by the time my thirtieth birthday hit I couldn’t even wear flip flops. The only shoes my feet could fit into were dawgs – and we’re talking the old school original dawgs, the butt ugly ones. And even those, by the end of the day would leave imprints on my feet. It was ridiculous.
Before that, I had vowed never to wear anything so nasty on my feet… but had little choice in the matter. We’re not a barefoot society, and it was either dawgs or nothing. So I sucked up what little pride I had left and got used to the idea.
I’ll admit it, I’ll never be without a pair of original dawgs again. They may be ugly as sin, but jeeze. There is no footwear out there that is more comfortable – and they are made right here in Saskatoon. Thankfully, the company has expanded and is now producing a whole line up of much better looking shoes. From sandals to boots to ballet flats to golf cleats and even reinforced work boots with firestone treads. Yep. We’ve become a dawgs family. Even Damon owns two pairs. Of course, the girl and I each own five or six different styles. LMAO But there is still nothing that can compare to a pretty pair of pumps.
I went years without owning a decent pair of fabulous heels. My feet never did quite recover from pregnancy, and while I still wear a 5/6, I now need a 5/6 W (for wide). It’s not too often you can find a pair of pumps that will fit my feet. But last month? I stumbled across the cutest pair while Mom, Jewles, Lily-Ann, and I were out thriftstore shopping. I was shocked. They are just sooo stinking cute. And while my feet are sooo not accustomed to four inch heels, I couldn’t resist them. Chances are they’ll only ever be worn outdoors once or twice a year… but I’ll admit to having worn them around the house on a few occasions already. They really do make me feel fabulous (even if they make me work in ways I’m not willing to admit to).
So here they are, my very favourite pair of shoes:
Now that was a fun challenge. Who’d a’thunk “your shoes” would be such a gooder.
We are now one week away from our trip to WDW. Time to get all the detail work done in preparation for TEN DAYS away. Time to pack, and see if there’s anything else we need to pick up before going. Time to write up info sheets on each member of our animal family for Riki and Kate (who will be staying here, and watching over them all). Time to buy food and meds, enough to last all the dogs/cat/parrot. Time to prepare games, and activities, and toys for two days of sitting around in airports. Time to decide on our budget, and to get some American money. Time to decide what things will have priority and what will be an “if we can work it out” thing. Time to get everything in order. Time to finish sewing, time to put away other projects, time to admit I didn’t get everything done that I’d hoped to… time to start getting excited as our trip is really just around the corner.
I’ve never been to Disney World, but I did go to Disneyland when I was nine – with Gramma, Grampa Bear, and Devan. And I’ll be honest, with my memory issues I don’t remember hardly any of it. I wish I did. I was old enough that I should remember it… but there really are so few moments that made it into my emotional memory that it’s barely a blip. That makes me sad. This trip though? Even with my terrible memory, I’m sure will be one I keep with me for the rest of my days.
While the girl was at school this afternoon, Damon and I headed out to visit with Karla – our travel agent. We talked over a few things. And she put my mind at ease over a couple things I was unsure of. After hanging out in her office for about an hour and a half I really do feel set to go. Now it’s just a matter of getting all the little details arranged, then we’ll be off.
So, with that on my mind, here’s my challenge shot for today:
With the challenge being “reflection” I could have gone a few different directions… I thought about taking another snapshot of Kid Kid – and talking about how our children reflect what we put into them. But then I thought about the huge number of photos I already have on this blog of her. LOL So it occurred to me (after changing into my pjs) that I could go completely literal. So I grabbed the mirror that belonged to my paternal Grandmother, who passed when I was too young to really know her, and photographed the reflection of it’s reflection. I love this little mirror. It feels like I’ve always had it, and I always feel beautiful when I look into it – even with pjs, chipped nail polish, and damp hair.