I’ve Moved! (My Blog)

I’ve moved!

Sure I moved cities a few months back, but just as importantly, I’ve moved my blog.

I was waiting until it was ready to invite you over. So, I chose a new theme, had some photos taken, wrote a few posts…but it just isn’t the same without you.

So, come on over!  I’m not even getting started until you get here.

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Less (Botox) Is More

If you’re angry and you know it, start a blog.

I don’t think it’s a secret that I started this blog, at least in part, because I was mad at Squirrel. Finding stash after stash, day after day, month after month, made me want to chew my leg off. You have no idea how much relief sharing that frustration has given me.

Yesterday, I had the misfortune of reading a blog post that purported to give advice to women on how to lead their lives. As I got deeper and deeper into it, once again, I felt tempted to put tooth to leg.

While I feel obligated not to share the advice publicly, suffice it to say that both getting botox and homeschooling are on the author’s must do checklist for female success – along with other useful tips like “start looking for a husband early” and “do a startup with a guy.”

I chewed on that advice all afternoon and all the way to school pick-up where I unloaded on my friend Abbie.

Abbie has a low tolerance for bullshit:

“I don’t know when you’d find the time to get Botox if you’re homeschooling,” she commented.

Yeah, she’s pretty cool.

I think it comes down to this: how do you define success? And, perhaps more subjectively, how do you define beauty?

If you ask me, one expression doesn’t fit all.

Who are your favourite “botox free” female success stories? Here are just a few of mine.

Juliette Binoche

Heidi Klum

Tina Fey

Julianne Moore

Awkward Paws

I was trying to find a way to segue way back into blogging without drawing attention to the white elephant in the room – the fact that I haven’t posted a single word to my blog in two whole months.

Voila!

Min-E the minimalist mouse

This is Min-E. I caught her in the garage of our Whistler town home last night. And something told me she’d be an excellent distraction from that awkward sixty day pause.

See, I bet you’re wondering what kind of rodent infested ski shack I’ve got myself into and not the least bit concerned anymore about my prolonged absence. Good!

As for Min-E, after I got over the shock of finding ricey little poops near the leftover moving boxes, I decided she was a minimalist omen. A poster child for the mantra: Nothing on the floor but the furniture!

Plus, she reminded me why it’s important to shop daily when possible and organize the pantry lest a relative of Min-E take up in the Cheerios box.

I guess you could say that Min-E gave me my minimalism mojo back.

My first goal (after I relocate Min-E of course), will be to get rid of the miscellany that hasn’t made it off the garage floor since the move.

My anxiety got the better of me in the days leading up to the big day and I started making little piles of “just in case” items which I packed up, loaded into the moving truck, unloaded, and left in the garage because there was no “in case.” Is there ever?

I admit, I struggled at first with the fully decorated part of our fully furnished new place:

Clutter-doodle-doo!

Likewise, the fully stocked (stuffed) aspect:

more laundry anyone?

Oh well, the silver lining is that we are a five-minute walk from school, mountain, shopping, skateboard park, swimming pool, and:

Bliss!

And, I’m not about  to let rodent or rooster take away from that.

I’m so glad to be back. Have you encountered any minimalist omens lately?

The Best Baked Plans…

This is why I shouldn’t have any bright ideas in the kitchen:

I was racing around preparing for a showing on Tuesday morning when I realized I’d forgotten breakfast. Seeing Squirrel left one store bought chocolate chip cookie in the cupboard – the light bulb went on over my head. Why not warm it up, killing two birds with one stone – snack for me, warm fuzzy scent for the potential buyer?

But this is me we’re talking about. No sooner had I got the cookie in the oven than I heard someone fire up a serious sounding power washer outside.

No!!! The neighbours are not getting their roof power washed (spraying gutter gunk all over my deck and backyard) today – of all days! I hurtled out the door and launched into interrogation mode:

Me: Are you just doing the driveway?

Power Washer Guy: Yep…oh, and the roof…and the gutters…

Me: Oh, well, we’re trying to sell the house (pointing to very obvious sign) and I have someone coming to see it at 1:15. I know it’s hard, but can you PLEASE try not to spray stuff all over my yard?

Power Washer Guy: No problem. I’ll have it cleaned up by 1pm.

Me: What’s that smell?

!@#$  %^&* !@#$  %^&* !!!

I darted inside to find half my breakfast smoking blackly at me from the bottom of the oven.

Really?

I switched the fan to high and opened all the doors as Power Washer Guy revved his engine sending a mist of debris swirling past my recently washed kitchen windows.

I ate the unburnt half of the cookie anyway, standing over the kitchen sink, feeling sorry for myself.

Just then my realtor called. She told me not to worry about things I can’t control. “If they can’t look past the minor things,” she said, “they’re probably not serious anyway.”

Wise words.

Because on Wednesday the burnt cookie showing had turned into an offer!!! and by Thursday night (after a few rounds of negotiation), we accepted it.

Yippee!!!

I woke up the next morning and looked out the window to see that Power Washer Guy actually did an excellent job of cleaning up after himself, but that a bear had walked right through our back fence knocking out five planks.

Sometimes the things we can’t control end well, sometimes not. I know one thing for sure, that fence repair can wait until I’ve celebrated.

How should I celebrate this untethering from the cleaning cloth? Any suggestions?

Ready To Show – Again!

52 days on the market, 4 open houses, 3 scheduled showings

I think it’s obvious by now that counting is my coping mechanism. Putting a number on the last few weeks has actually cheered me up. I mean, just writing “52 days on the market” presupposes a final day, right? Whether that’s day 53 or day 153 – there will be a final day, right?

As you can imagine, I’ve soured a little on the whole staging thing. My house just looks sterile to me now. I’m not saying that’s a bad thing – in my mind, sterile is a positive in a house you’re about to move into with your family – but not for one you’re actually living in with your family. And, I can’t help but notice how EVERY house I’ve seen on the market lately has had the life staged right out of it. More on that later.

First, let’s get to the business of this post – how I’m keeping my house ready to “show.” I’ve picked up a few little tricks in the past two months.

Meet my micro fibre cloth and lint free tea towel:

Yes, this is a love story. That micro fiber cloth and I are taming the black granite one square foot at a time. I’ve tried many other things, but hot water on that cloth followed by a dry tea towel is THE answer.  Wax on, wax off!

Moving along to my other nemesis – the glass shower stall.

Notice how you can see the reflection in the glass. The spray bottle is a solution of 3/4 water and 1/4 vinegar. After a thorough first clean (see below), I now spray and squeegee the glass after every shower to maintain it. I especially like the professional squeegee move I learned on youtube, though I suppose most professionals aren’t doing it in the nude wearing a towel turban. Mercy!

I try not to use commercial cleaning products when I don’t have to, but I needed some serious help with the tubs and shower stalls on the first go round, so I turned to Scrubbing Bubbles and this:

I can’t believe this wheel brush has been hiding in the garage all my life. It’s genius for cleaning shower walls and tub floors. The pitcher is for thoroughly rinsing the tub and shower and for storing the dripping brush when you’re done.

My final tip  is to hide the “show” towels. I don’t know about you, but piles of clean towels last about 24 hours in my house before they all turn up in a damp pile – whether or not anyone has actually bathed. Here’s the stack I’ve squirrelled away for showings to prevent last minute laundry.

Now, 52 days is a long time to be practicing showmanship. And yes, I’ve grown weary of artfully draping the throws, karate chopping the pillows and planting high brow magazines in not too obvious places. I can’t help but thinking of a comment a reader from Italy made on my last post about home staging.

Apparently, staging is not practiced routinely in Italy. Perhaps the Italians are too busy having a life to obsess over making a living like we do here in North America. I’m generalizing of course, but the goal of home staging is to squeeze every last penny from your abode. And it looks like just about everyone in Vancouver got the memo.

If you browse the real estate listings, one would suspect that no one is actually living in any of the houses for sale in my neighbourhood. We’ve literally staged the life out of them. And, with the number of houses on the market these days, that’s a lot of people forgoing finger painting and fried fish in the name of commerce.

But not so in Italy – these people are clearly off having an espresso unconcerned with their dishes or their parakeet.

And, I think they just might have the right idea. An espresso would taste pretty great right now.

Just for fun: What would turn you off, if it turned up on the counter at an open house?

Dealing With Difficult People

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Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about relationships, as in when is it OK to end a relationship that is no longer fulfilling.

And, does that change when it’s family?

The other night, my father-in-law told me my butt is flat.

Squirrel told me not to take it personally which struck me as funny because it hadn’t even occurred to me to take it personally. I was too busy trying to figure out how someone drops “your butt is flat” into casual conversation.

He said it so matter-of-factly – as though he was commenting on the weather or the football score.

I tried to remember a time when I gave his butt any thought, but nothing came to me.

I wondered whether there was a deeper message here. Was he reflecting back to me a part of myself I hadn’t completely accepted?

Then, I remembered a quote I once read – the only quote on dealing with difficult people that ever made sense to me:

I am thankful for the difficult people in my life.  They have shown me exactly who I don’t want to be.

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So, I’ve taken his comment as a sign of sorts, to let go of judgement and vanity and focus on creating a fuller, rounder, more pert inner life.

He probably won’t notice that at the next family gathering, but at least I’ll have something to be thankful for.

How do you deal with difficult relationships?

“Sext Up” and Set Up

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Here we go.

Remember when I said I was going to open my blog to new topics? Well, here’s something that has nothing at all to do with clutter.

I recently watched the Canadian documentary Sext Up Kids, at the recommendation of fellow Vancouver blogger Melissa Carr of the thirties grind.

It was shocking, but not surprising to any parent with even one eye on the landscape. It was painful listening to the teen girls in this documentary talk about the one dimensional way they’re experiencing sexuality in our culture. From that point of view, not much has changed since my youth, but the ante. And oh, how the ante has been upped in our culture of instant technological gratification.

The reality is that in a world where nine-year olds have phone plans and unlimited access to the internet, there’s nothing standing in between my nine-year old son and hard-core porn.

And the saddest thing of all is that it’s completely normal to be curious about bodies and sexuality in the pre teen years. But when the technology satisfies that curiosity with exploitive, manufactured, sometimes violent sexual images – it is definitely a case of curiosity killing the cat, or at least the cat’s ability to form meaningful relationships.

As the mother of boys (aged 5 and 9), I found myself wishing the film had more interviews with pre teen and teen boys. But, I get it – try getting a teen boy to talk about sex! However, I believe we really should get them talking and that the only way to do that is to initiate the conversation at a much younger age. Our boys need to know how hypersexualization hurts them and how it’s really a profit-making proposition. It’s been on my mind since Jaunty Dame posted the video Guys and Dolls many months ago – how can I prepare my sons for relationships with real women?

Sext Up Kids filmmaker, Maureen Palmer suggests getting the conversation started early:

Experts tell us it’s even more critical now, to begin  communication early and often with children about sexuality. Five  or six is not too early, especially speaking in age-appropriate terms.

Since, I’m a few years too late, I’ve got a lot of ground to cover. Here’s what I plan on saying to my nine year-old son. Please leave me your tips and suggestions in the comments. Like most parents, I’m just making this stuff as I go along and I’m open to the suggestions, experiences, and advice of others.

How To Talk To Your Kids About Hypersexualization

There’s something I want you to know about how big companies take advantage of kids and how you can stop it.

At your age, some kids wonder about their bodies and the bodies of other people. What do real bodies look like? How does my body compare to other kids my age. What will I look like when I’m older? Some kids start to compare their body parts to other kids and worry that there is something wrong with them if their body looks different. Often they don’t even know what they are comparing themselves to since we don’t all walk around naked, do we?

So where do you think kids your age get their ideas about what bodies should look like?

I have a couple of ideas.

When I’m walking with you in the mall I see pictures of bodies everywhere. But they’re not real live bodies, are they? They’re photographs of men and women wearing certain clothes, posed a certain way, taken from a certain angle with a special camera and then photoshopped to make them look even better than real. And, everywhere I look on the internet there are the same pictures – some of them even more unreal.  I think some of them look great and some of them look pretty weird.

What you probably didn’t know is that these pictures are carefully chosen to take advantage of what people are naturally attracted to. Scientists have shown us that people are actually measurably attracted to certain things like contrast and symmetry and energy. You probably like certain things about the way someone looks without even knowing why, but some big companies make a point of studying why. And they take all that information and use it to produce images that exaggerate the things we’re naturally drawn to.

The problem with that is that everyone ends up confused. Girls don’t know what real boys are supposed to look like and act like and boys don’t know what real girls are supposed to look like and act like. (Sometimes they even start thinking that they need to look and act like adults when they’re still kids.) That’s how big companies take advantage of kids. If we’re confused about how we’re supposed to look and act maybe we’ll believe that we need the clothes or shoes they’re selling to fit in.

But kids don’t need to be told what they should act like or look like or be attracted to, right? Everyone is born with something much more powerful inside themselves, something that big companies don’t want us to use. And that’s our instincts! If we use them by checking in with ourselves about whether something really looks or feels right to us, we can break the spell that big companies are trying to cast on us.

Let’s really look at the pictures we see the next time we’re in the mall or surfing the internet together. Maybe we can make a game of finding images that look like real kids and real adults. I don’t want you to start thinking that you or anyone else has to be better than real or that you or anyone else has to say or do things that don’t make them feel good.

The internet is full of that too – videos of people doing and saying all kinds of things that are made to look real, but are actually people acting for the camera. If you see something confusing like that you can turn it off, or look away, and/or ask me about it later. Chances are a lot of what you see isn’t the way people interact with each other in real life anyway.

I actually ran this by my son last night and while I got some blank looks, it opened a discussion about how some kids in his class “think they’re teenagers” and about how some kids are already worried about their bodies.

Is the hypersexualization of children affecting you or your family?