Alright, here’s another really easy and creative diy! These pom-pom doorknob garlands are the perfect diy to spice up your space! A bit trendy, chic and boho all in one door garland. Plus you get to use up that little bit of yarn that you had left from all of your other crochet/knit projects.
So, how do you make these babies? EASY! Follow the instructions from Lisa’s blog!
Winter I am tired of your cold ass. I am tired of your windchill and dry flaky air. I am tired of how you tease me with 60 degree weather then throw a blizzard into the mix just to taunt me. I am done with the layering and the covering of skin. I want to be free and wear the least amount of clothing possible. Winter my toes need some fresh air! My skin requires vitamin d to survive and to maintain a peaceful mind! And now that spring is supposed to be approaching, I can’t take anymore of this cold lifeless life! It’s far too dull and I am not accustomed to staying indoors for this many hours. Winter let spring arrive.
In the last year or so, I’ve been really trying to reconnected with my Hispanic roots. I’ve been trying to immerse myself in my language and culture as much as possible – especially now that I don’t live with my parents. And although I know I will always be Mexican, I am starting to feel disconnected from my culture – as if I’m losing it.
Since leaving the nest, my Spanish vocabulary has declined and I’ve forgotten completely how to say some words – which is just pathetic. There’s nothing here on the east coast that reminds me of my roots and to top it off I’m getting whiter which doesn’t help. And it’s not like I haven’t had this “white” skin issue before. It’s just gotten worse since moving here to Boston.
So, what have been doing to get me back to my roots? Aside from eating as many conchas as possible – I’ve been listening to a ton of Spanish music and even became addicted a novela. I’ve linked a playlist I curated in case anyone is interested! It’s mostly indie stuff, but overall still really great jams and jellies.
As for the novel I’ve been watching – its about the Cuban artist Celia Cruz and her journey to fame (availabile on Netflix). If anyone loves Cuban music and also Celia Cruz, then you have to watch this show. It’s historically accurate (or so I believe) and it’s like you get a mini concert with every forty minute episode. Here’s the first episode so you can get addicted.
Since publicly announcing that I have a blog I’ve really been struggling with trying to figure out how much personal information I’d like to share with you, the world. On one hand I could only write about trivial things like – what music I’ve been listening to, what I cooked, how the weather was like, etc.. Nothing political. Religious. Or philosophical. But, on the other hand I could be completely open and share personal life struggles, political views, or just things of that nature.
While both seem interesting – both have their benefits and downfalls, of course. Sharing more personal information means, you the reader, really get to know me and hopefully benefit from reading my blog. Whether that means learning something new about the world, or not feeling like you’re alone in some life dilemma, or just learning something new about me.
I guess what I’m trying to say is that I don’t want to post something thing personal and have it bite me in the butt later down the road. Because, as we know – posting things online means they’re online forever!
So maybe a middle not so personal, but not so trivial kinda blog? Yeah, I think I’ll go with that.
I’m turning 25 in less than two months and I am freaking the fuck out. Where the heck did my early twenties go? All of a sudden I went from going dancing with my girlfriends to double dating and adulting. Yes, adulting is a real word. Don’t get me wrong, I’m extremely glad to be growing up and adulting – it’s just that growing up just seems to happening way too fast! Soon enough I’ll be in my 30’s talking about how my ovaries are about to expire and won’t be able to have both a successful career and be the best mother possible. And don’t even get me started on wrinkles and gray hairs. That’s a struggle I’m not ready to tackle.
Does anyone else feel this way? Both happy to be getting older, but also freaked out by it?
After having my secret blog for three years, I’ve decided to finally make it public. So, here it is. I don’t know if anyone will be interested in seeing/reading/watching what I post, but here it is!