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<a href="http://bushkainthecity.com/">http://bushkainthecity.com</a> !! Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08214450439389180884noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153962635942042925.post-90958817668949430202015-05-09T17:45:00.000-07:002015-05-10T07:08:15.763-07:00On the trajectory of this blog after the Bushka leaves her City<div style="text-align: justify;">
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When it feels like the life chips are stacked against you and you have so many podcast episodes to catch up on, it’s time to blog.</div>
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I've wanted to talk for a while. But as just discussed with an old friend, my emotional spectrum in a typical week since roughly March of last year has left me feeling more inconsistent in thought and in practice than I've ever experienced before. It has felt like any sort of writing about my life has to be done sitting next to stop watch, playing beat the clock to the next major personal realization or mood shift or feelings about my life plan.</div>
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But today, I'm sitting up straight in a new purple sweater, this coffee shop couldn't be playing more perfect music, I've recently decided that 61 degrees is the perfect temperature and the words are finally coming.</div>
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I've spent the last few hours looking and the last few months thinking about past blog posts brushing up on-- no, studying-- the humor, the pictures, the spunky, staccato style of writing. A stream of consciousness from a girl who had most things figured out and had full confidence in the eventual a-okay-ness of things she knew she hadn't yet tackled. Ballsy as she was, the idea of posting her innermost thoughts on a blog where who knows who was reading about the self important struggle of a well liked, well loved, upper-middle class, white, fine arts student (Yowch) didn't scare her at all. Open with her anxieties, but always able to punch them in the gut with a joke about dessert or an episode of Felicity. I've thought a lot about those posts and how to find that same voice again. I've been trying to think of things to write about that would fit into the old Bushka world. That world of friends as family, long walks at night, spending $100 dollars on ingredients for paella (because paella), and four years without a door. But it hit me what a waste of time that would be. I can't replicate that voice because it's gone. And what is here is a new type of good.</div>
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In the past eight months, I could've written about my job, but I've had eight since I moved home. I could've posted pictures from my phone, but the last five pictures on my phone are of a glass of water, a bowl of soup, a screen shot of a translation of a sentence about lunch from English to Spanish, a beautiful group of sailboats (by far the best out of the bunch) and a selfie. I could've written about my boyfriend, but... oh, wait. Crap.</div>
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I can't say that the last five months of near radio silence have yielded no words to share. I think in sentences and phrasing and there have been stragglers of blog infused thoughts written down for this day that I knew would eventually come-- maybe subconsciously finding a way to document a time that I knew would be important to me even if it didn't feel like it in the moment. Self preservation on scraps of paper shoved into my purse or on a nonsensical note in my phone.</div>
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I'm going to do my best to take them from my phone and the security blanket that I've become so comfortable in, grab my proverbial can of spray paint and blast these feelings right onto the stone cold permanent wall of the internet. Here's to reopening that can of worms. Here's to writing posts that I stand behind now and cringe behind in two years! Here's to this Bushka and this City and the progression and the struggle. </div>
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I have confession to make. I've been seeing someone. For years. And to be honest, it hasn't just been one person... I've been maintaining multiple relationships with all sort of people for a long time and keeping them all separate from each other by having all different kinds of booty calls all over the country-- keeping them at bay so they never find out about it each other. It's just who I am, I guess... a down ass shorty who keeps all kinds of honeys on the side. </div>
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But really-- I am so lucky to live in a time where moving across the country didn't require a Covered Wagon, months of travel and or the potential of Scurvy. Whether I've been in Georgia or California or Philly or New York, the most important people to me are only a phone call or a FaceTime or Skype away. I've done my best to get a screenshot of every single one of those conversations through the years and these are my favorites. I have wanted to post these pictures for so long because the folder on my computer just gets bigger and bigger and bigger as life has taken me all over the country. </div>
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These are in no specific order and admittedly, the very first one was taken from Lindsay's phone because I loved it so much, but the rest are authentic and wonderful. Also, one more shocking catalogue of the insane amount of times I've changed my hair in the last 5 years. Homegirl needs to cool it. Another consistency being that it seems I either make these calls immediately after waking up or moments before falling asleep. Or maybe I'm saying that to justify the fact that I'm in my pajamas for 99% of these but in actuality I'm just a super crazy loner who never leaves the house. More likely. </div>
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The end of melancholy<br />
Ukulele lessons<br />
Moving out of my parents house<br />
Giving more time to others selflessly<br />
Visiting Savannah<br />
Seeing Grace and Ben get married<br />
Seeing Frances and Zach get married<br />
Seeing Sarah and Wesley get married<br />
Creeping on other people get married (thanks, wedding hashtags)<br />
Growing Julia Patton Dressmaker (more on this later)<br />
Starting new work<br />
Facing new challenges; the mental kind, the physical kind, the sewing kind, and, where would this blog be without the emotional kind?<br />
Taking more pictures?<br />
Going on more dates?<br />
Let's throw a road trip in there at least once, please<br />
Let's also throw some good parties<br />
Visting Almanor<br />
I want to be in New York at least once<br />
Saving all sorts of money<br />
Cooking more<br />
Buying less<br />
Blogging more<br />
Simplifying life<br />
Creating new<br />
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<b>Graduation to New Years Eve</b></div>
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Ok, so I didn't handle graduating very well. </div>
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Or saying goodbye. Looking at this picture actually kind of makes my stomach hurt. After three years, this was the last morning Frances, Oli and I lived together and four years for Spencer, Claire and me. Minutes before parents came ready to pack up rooms and disassemble furniture, we gathered in our little gray kitchen that I loved so much and with watery eyes, took this final picture together as roommates. This blog has been there for every step of our friendships and I am so grateful for that, but for the rest of my life, no amount of posts or videos or pictures will be able to explain how much these four girls mean to me. </div>
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Saying goodbye to Savannah proved to be just as difficult. </div>
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Mom and I driving to Philly by way of every milkshake drive through on the east coast. </div>
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Visitors to Philly on the 4th of July.</div>
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Summer 2014 was officially the summer of the selfie for me. With all of my instagram muses suddenly gone, looking back at photos now, it seems my coping mechanism was to take angsty photos of myself and my very blonde hair.<br />
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And then I dyed my hair back to it's natural color. Which apparently is this light shade of brown. Who knew? I'm not going to go to deep into this because it's just hair, but let's be honest, with me, it's never <i>just</i> hair. I'm sure I'll talk about this more later, but in the time since graduating, I've felt my life becoming more and more about simplification and realistic goals. Perhaps a bit too much, but I've been enjoying this time of overall quiet. </div>
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The one selfie I snuck at work. (Self timer, hidden on a shelf, covered in lace) Just because Anthropologie wasn't for me, doesn't mean that I don't deserve a photo in remembrance. </div>
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Goodbye, Upper East Side. </div>
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Goodbye, Brooklyn. </div>
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Goodbye, Savannah.</div>
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Hello, West of graduation. </div>
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Goodbye, 2014. You've been one stone cold bitch of a good time. A lot of good, a lot of bad. But I'm ready for what's next. 2015 could be the best year yet. </div>
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When I think about 2014, I think pictures. With iPhones and Instagrams and Instaxes, there are visual associations that are synonymous with moments and subjects; the yellow house, my running impala dress, Eckburg 202, selfies, New York City, graduation, Philly... </div>
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You guys. I pulled 153 pictures. I mean, there were only 365 days in this year, so let's talk about all of the brain smiling that went down last year. I paired that down to 76 and was going to keep slimming but then I was like... my blog, my rules. So 76 pictures (give or take) (I might have added a few more back in) there will be (in a few installments). What can I say? 2014 was big for me.<br />
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Deciding what it is that I like and don't like about being an associate adult. </div>
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Wondering if it's possible to look cool while scrambling eggs or if I just look like someone who's scrambling eggs. </div>
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Hoping that in the dark of my room, the large pile of clean laundry on the floor to my left is getting smaller with age like an old lady. </div>
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Thinking about each one of my friends in a roll call of daily reminiscence and motherly concern. </div>
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I can't believe that there were so many moments of total "over and done" in just one year. </div>
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I can't believe I'm 23 and still single and living at home and not getting to live life with my best friends. </div>
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Once every three minutes and three seconds, I remind myself that it is best that I have no control over what happens in my life. </div>
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And then those thoughts keep walking along and get put back in the box of weird life things and I start thinking about shaving my arm pit hair again. </div>
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I want 2014 to be closed out- for all different sorts of preservation. I can't say that I'm totally excited for 2015 yet. But that's only because excited isn't the right word. I'm ready for it. I want it to be good. </div>
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Ok, I feel like 2015 has the feeling of running into an ex boyfriend at Urban Outfitters. Not the love of your life ex boyfriend, but just a guy you dated for a few months that one summer. You seriously wish him all the best in the world, but if you had your way, you also would have just rather been at Urban Outfitters and not seen him at all. You were doing fine and now he's standing in front of you and you feel like you should laugh at the not very funny joke he just made. I don't like 2015 and I don't want to laugh at it's dumb jokes. </div>
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If Kaitlin's friends weren't in the living room sleeping, I'd take a bath. </div>
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2015 is going to be a big year for baths and me. </div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">A job that I want to think about after 5:00 pm</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">A road-trip to Seattle</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">Learn to use my camera</span></span><br />
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I'm trying to decide-- actually, it's less of a decision and more of a calling or an invitation. Anyway, I'm trying to figure out which chair in my parents living room is going to be my chair. The one that becomes my default, the one that I start to assign feelings to and start to think of more like a living thing in the same way I used to with my dolls as a kid, the one that when my parents move to a new house, I think back at this living room and picture myself sitting in that chair.<br />
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It's hard to deny the fact that this part of my life is an obvious shift from the past and let's just go ahead and embrace that cliche and call this a new chapter. Of my life. Of this blog. Of myself. So, I'm going to try and hit all of the major points, if not for you, for myself as a record of how things went:<br />
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Two weeks ago, I moved back to California and into one of my parents guest rooms from my summer in Philadelphia as an intern at Anthropologie. Earlier this summer, they offered me a job as an assistant designer. I turned it down. Philadelphia was nice and the chocolate chip cookies at the corporate cafe of the URBN headquarters were enough to make me rethink my entire life plans and all of my morals, but something in me felt strongly about coming back to California. For what? I didn't know. (Let's be clear: I <i>don't</i> know.) (Let's be clearer: The last few days I've wondered more often than I'd like to admit if I've made a huge mistake.)<br />
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I'd moved to Philadelphia from four years of college in Savannah, Georgia. But now I'm in Costa Mesa, and one of the walls in the guest room is covered in yellow floral wallpaper. For the last few days, I have been unpacking boxes of my life in college, which I suppose could also be considered the only adult life I've known, into the room with the wallpaper dividing everything into four piles: keep, give, store, toss. It was surprising and uncomfortable how many things that in Georgia were a given to make the effort to hold onto and ship across the country just don't make sense here and ended up in the toss pile. Then there are the things that are truly important to me. Pictures that I want to see every day. Sewing supplies that I use as often as I can. Where, in my parents home of bachelor pad style empty-nesterness does that all belong? Even my clothes feel different. I stood with my arms crossed, looking at all of them hanging in the closet and it threw me. Is that who I am? All of this color? And pattern? And dresses? My "all time favorites"? It doesn't feel like me. Or what I think of as me.<br />
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Today, I filled up my car with gas. I punched in my zip code. 31401. Savannah, Georgia. Which I guess is my way of saying that Georgia is where, as of this moment, I still find my default chair.<br />
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Money. It sucks to not have any. No matter where you live.<br />
Friends. I have them here, but it's different. They haven't spent the last four years with their lives on time-out waiting for me to come back, but this isn't Christmas break where we get to have dinner and talk all about life and gossip about people we used to be close with and then pay the bill and see each other the next year. I'm here to weasel my way in now. To establish myself as someone they call. And someone I call. And we go on walks where we can talk about life and not have to give months of back story because ideally, they'll know it already. Because we've lived it with together.<br />
Friends Part II. I have them there. On my old default chair in Savannah as well as in places where they are adjusting and meeting new friends and making new lives too. I miss them. These people know me. They really, really know me and who I am. And I know how they each like their coffee and they all know how I like to talk about myself a lot.<br />
Friends Part Ib. If you're my friend and you live in Orange County and you're reading this, please don't read too much into this and let this offend you, but I would say that I have about 5 good friends in Orange County and 4 of them have or are about to have children. I wonder what this says about me. (PS- all of your children are glorious and no, I did not mind holding her in the cry room, in fact, I really, really loved it.)<br />
Streets. Is everything in Orange County somehow off of Bristol? And why can't I ever remember the difference between Bristol, Bear, and Baker?<br />
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Tomorrow, I start an internship with a stylist in West Hollywood. Internship numero six. The future is about as blank as it possibly could be and with all of the adjustments, something about this time of life is already so sweet and so wonderful and challenging in the exact way I wanted it to be. I'm digging in. I'm excited. This is where I'm supposed to be. A time of learning and relearning.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08214450439389180884noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153962635942042925.post-20311008469400806332014-09-05T10:24:00.000-07:002014-09-05T10:24:01.195-07:00Lifespan of a Bushka<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Life, right now, feels a little bit like one of those machines on a game show that is a telephone booth full of money and wind. And I feel like I have 1:00 minute on the clock to grab all of the money. But instead of money, it's little slips of paper with different things that I'm sure of written on each piece. So the wind is blowing and my face is red because I know the whole audience is watching and I'm grabbing grabbing grabbing at what-- I'm not sure exactly, but I want to grab as many as possible before the wind dies down and I find myself leaving the telephone booth only to realize that all I'm holding is a bunch of handfuls of slips of paper. </div>
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To truly kick off my time in Philly, somehow over the course of the 4 days that I lived in the city, I contracted a deliciously contagious case of Hand, Foot and Mouth disease. How? I will never know. Especially since the virus is so rare among adults that about 90% of the websites I looked up for information didn't even speak directly to the reader, but instead, immediately assumed that the patient was typically under 6 years old and are written mostly in the form of "If your child is..." or "You might notice that your son or daughter..." No, no, no, Internet. Not a six year old here. Just a 22 year old college graduate slash intern, looking at 6 days of doctor prescribed quarantine with an empty fridge and a hopeful future. </div>
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My feet are healing quite nicely, thank you for asking and I am no longer contagious so, right now, you might say, life is pretty ahsa-weeet. </div>
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*More tears in the month of June 2014 than from January 17, 2012 (the day after the Gilmore Girl's finale) through May 2014 combined. Someone diagnose me with something.</div>
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(long story)<br />
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There is a lot to talk about right now, but I'm just going to throw this out there for now.<br />
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I fell asleep on my couch watching<br />
old romance movies<br />
with my glasses still on and my book<br />
in my hands.<br />
I woke up and ate a spoon-full of<br />
frosting<br />
and debated whether I should set the<br />
coffee maker for the morning.<br />
I have a king size bed with a blanket<br />
on the end I never unfold.<br />
I always sleep on the left side, the<br />
right side kept perfectly made.<br />
some nights my room is so quiet I<br />
can hear my heartbeat.<br />
quiet is something I've had to get<br />
used to.<br />
I bought a glass bottle of root beer<br />
today and couldn't get the cap off.<br />
This man gently took it out of my<br />
hands,<br />
opened it, smiled and walked away.<br />
I was talking to my friends about<br />
how I want to find love,<br />
honestly, I'm not sure that I really do.<br />
Unless it's someone who would close<br />
my book<br />
and take off my glasses when I fall<br />
asleep on the couch.<br />
Unless it's someone that will kiss<br />
frosting off my lips<br />
and make me excited to set the coffee maker<br />
(because I'll know that in the<br />
morning I'll take two cups<br />
out of the cabinet and smile as I<br />
pour hazelnut creamer)<br />
Unless it's someone who will mess up<br />
my sheets<br />
and perfectly made bed,<br />
making this room a little less quiet.<br />
Unless it's someone that will laugh as<br />
I struggle to open a glass bottle of<br />
root beer and instead of opening it<br />
for me. he says,<br />
you can do it, I know you can<br />
I don't want to find love<br />
I guess I just want it to find me<br />
while I'm busy living my simple little<br />
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-D.A.H.<br />
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There are two things I've hated my entire life: math and the beach. </div>
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Both of them I view as complete time sucks, and both of them I look at as something that can be avoided 99% of the time. But! When that 1% rolls around, there is absolutely no getting out of it. </div>
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My disdain for the beach, is not one of those situations of unreasonable and unfounded cynicism. Coming from Southern California, this abnormality in personality is something that I have, on numerous occasions, had to defend and explain and I do, in fact, have in my back pocket a short list of topical complaints to spout off when the dreaded words "beach day" are suggested as an option of time spent. </div>
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And if these very logical and hardly arguable reasons don't do the trick in convincing whatever second or third party that a day spent doing practically anything else is a better option, there's always the hard, cold, avoidance tactic of plainly refusing to go. My friends love that. </div>
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What I rarely ever admit, though I'm sure is glaringly obvious to most, is the real reason that I've hated the beach since I can remember: Bathing Suits. </div>
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I have a very distinct memory as first grader, going to the beach with a friend my same age, and her telling me that I looked fat in my bathing suit. Looking back now, to think that the word "fat" was in the vocabulary of two girls that young when referring to body shapes and self image makes me sick and says much more about my little friend than it did me, but nevertheless, as ridiculous as it sounds, I just don't think I was ever really able to shake that label: Fat in a Bathing Suit. </div>
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At every stage of my youth, the insecurities with my body remained and despite small steps and chapters of acceptance and understanding of my shape and it's place next to the word beautiful, I've never been able to face down the bikini. It's just there. All skimpy and tight. Squeezing the tops of my thighs into submission and being a totally lame and unsupportive friend to my bits and bobs that are typically on maj lockdown (translation: boobs errywherr). And I don't like it. And it ruins my time at the beach. And I sit there, probably burning, wondering what my friends think, or what our complete stranger beach neighbors think, or heavens to Betsy-- what if I run into someone, probably a boy I like, at the beach who isn't quite my friend, but I know well enough to say hi, but they're like, shocked at my shape-- what will that hypothetical half friend/ half acquaintance/ probably a boy person think?! </div>
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I've been able to get off scot free for years now. I think the last time was at the beach was maybe freshman year of college and I haven't missed it at all. Come to think of it, I can't even begin to count how many events I've passed up throughout my entire life to avoid being in a bathing suit. But last Friday, like a snake in a bush, I heard those words: </div>
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There it was. Hanging. Like a noose. And this time there was no getting out. This Friday had already been reserved for days as "the last real weekend of college"-- the one we'd agreed to all block off and spend together. So, I agreed to go. Begrudgingly. I figured, why not, Julia-- this can be your one punch on the timecard for the next five years. But, I've spent the last week nervous and dreading today. Until something kind of funny happened. This past week, I've happened to read two separate and totally random pieces that are challenging me to truly, once and for all, rid myself of this body guilt and hiding and comparison and self-criticism that isn't worth all of the effort. The first was an excerpt from Anne Lammott: </div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">There's a whole chapter on perfectionism in <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0385480016/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=0385480016&linkCode=as2&tag=acoj-20&linkId=55VVNACC656H6J63" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">Bird by Bird</a>, because it is the great enemy of the writer, and of life, our sweet messy beautiful screwed up human lives. It is the voice of the oppressor. It will keep you very scared and restless your entire life if you do not awaken, and fight back, and if you're an artist, it will destroy you....<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />...Oh my God, what if you wake up some day, and you're 65, or 75, and you never got your memoir or novel written; or you didn't go swimming in warm pools and oceans all those years because your thighs were jiggly and you had a nice big comfortable tummy; or you were just so strung out on perfectionism and people-pleasing that you forgot to have a big juicy creative life, of imagination and radical silliness and staring off into space like when you were a kid? It's going to break your heart. Don't let this happen. Repent just means to change direction—and NOT to be said by someone who is waggling their forefinger at you. Repentance is a blessing. Pick a new direction, one you wouldn't mind ending up at, and aim for that. Shoot the moon.</span></blockquote>
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The whole excerpt is gorgeous to me, but when I read that one line about the pools and jiggly tummy's, I had to read it four more times before I truly let myself believe that she was right. About bathing suits, but also about a million other things that are so worth doing, but require a potential of imperfectionism at some point. </div>
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The second was a short and sweet, but funny little article on Hello Giggles called <a href="http://hellogiggles.com/internets-best-response-bikini-bod-articles" target="_blank">"The Best Advice Ever for Surviving Bikini Season."</a> And do you want to know what that best advice ever for surviving bikini season is?</div>
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Ah-hah! Now there's a trick! So simple, it's almost like I could've been doing it the whole time. Oh wait-- I <i>could've</i> been doing it the whole time! When I read that put in such simplistic and wonderfully obvious terms, I felt almost guilty for wasting so much time and energy on such a no brainer. Wear the freaking bathing suit. Just put it on your body. And then stop thinking about it!</div>
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For some reason, the combination of both of those articles just really stuck with me for the last few days. Unlike a lot of other advice on this topic this time of year, both of these added no pressure or a need to meet halfway with a justification for why I am the way I am or how I should just "accept my quirky body, but still find a way to look past it and enjoy my life." </div>
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All this to say that this year, I'm taking myself, my new, adorable J. Crew bikini (purchased on Tuesday at 11:00 at night and overnight shipped to get here by beach day), my two obnoxious boobs, love handles and white-out colored upper thighs and I'm going to the beach with my friends, dammit! And I'm not promising that I'm going to love it. I standby all of my previous complaints with conviction and and certitude. (Because the beach still kind of sucks...) But I will promise to do my best to embrace what I got. Like a freaking Dove commercial.</div>
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Mom and I had the. best. time. in New York even though it was real cold and I lost my beanie. I just really like that lady and I really like that city.</div>
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We bought all of the fabric I needed for my senior collection and ate just about everything I could think of. It was a death row, last meal ever, name your favorite foods kind of weekend and I'm still thinking about that duck. Oh, baby. That duck. Also, there was that moment when mom did a shot with Lindsay which was hilarious and wonderful.</div>
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Ok so then after the shot and the cold weather and the peanut butter chocolate chip cookies and the plates of cheese and the memories of the duck, I came back to Savannah in the middle of my spring break and jumped right into more work on my senior collection. Actually, instead of wasting time explaining in grueling detail the following weeks, let's just go with the fact that all of the weeks and all of the time after Spring Break have been a lot about-- no-- ALL about senior collection. And I'm trying to find a way to not make this sound like complaining because although I've been so constantly busy, it has also been some of my favorite weeks of college ever and definitely the best time I've had doing school work ever. Like ever. (Which says good things about my chosen career path, don't you think?) I know a lot of seniors who definitely do not feel that way, but I've had so much fun. Which is nice.</div>
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Alright. So that brings us to now. As much as I've wanted to post more in the last few weeks and keep everyone up on the progress of my work and my life, I found in the first two weeks of the quarter that this time was maybe best spent being completely consumed by it all. Shutting off my blogging brain, paying almost no attention to my other class (Business of Fashion) (a calculated risk), trying my best not to worry about the future or what comes after, committing to going to the fashion building every day and just living in the circus of senior collection, soaking up every minute of fun, stress, learning, laughter, and new, how-in-the-world-are-we-just-now-becoming-good-friends? kind of moments.</div>
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So I did. And it was wonderful. But now I want to re-cap the last few weeks of my life that have been so special and so honoring and so surprising that I want to honor them and cherish them before the memory of them fades.</div>
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Julia spends four years in Savannah, GA and discovers this wondrous part of the country</div>
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This whole year has been laid out in a series of critiques and deadlines that, as seniors, we were expected to meet. At the beginning of the month, we had our final critique with all six of our looks in front of our professors, the fashion faculty and the Dean of the school of fashion. On this day, we also narrow down which looks we would cut if we were selected to be in the show. This was the first time I had seen all of my models in all of my clothes all at once and it was such a special moment. This day marked the end of the actual construction of the clothes.</div>
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I've gained a bit of a reputation around the fashion department for being a bit of a grandma- always working in the early morning, never once pulling an all-nighter and barely ever going out on weekends with my classmates getting my drink on. But, after the jury show, there were celebrations. And there were drinks. And there were moments that resulted in amazing pictures like these.</div>
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After the jury show, we have to wait for TWO WHOLE DAYS to hear who had made the show. This is the part where I want to explain something super important. The list of students who get into the show and who do not get into the show is complete and utter bull. shit.</div>
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If you completed your collection to the best of your ability, you deserve to be in the show.</div>
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If the finished product of your collection reflects your inspiration and the design you wanted to achieve, you deserve to be in the show.</div>
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If you meet with the jurors and appropriately explain and support your collection with adequate branding, you deserve to be in the show.</div>
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Unfortunately, there are always a handful of extremely talented students who's beautiful and deserved collections are not chosen to participate in the fashion show for reasons that aren't explained, but in no way are the collections that are put into the show better constructed, better designed or more deserving than the students who don't.</div>
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I have been lucky to know and get to know a handful of designers this year who inspire me, push me and are better than me and who happened to not get into the show, but I am grateful for knowing them and can't wait to see where their careers take them.</div>
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With that being said, the list was released on Monday and I was surprised and very excited to find my name on it. I am proud of my work this year with or without the Fashion Show (something that was my main goal from the very beginning) but to be chosen and acknowledged like that was a cherry on the sundae of an awesome experience.</div>
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The next week was a bit of calm before the storm, being completely finished with my garments, and for the first time in nine months, not having them in my possession. My mom, dad, sister and my Uncle Brad were able to come into town for the show, which was so so so special. A lot of my roommates' and friends' parents also came in for the show and we hosted a big BBQ in our backyard where there were a lot of long overdue introductions between people who have been hearing about each other for years now. Such a special night.</div>
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The day of the fashion show, I was a total nervous wreck, which for me, translates to nearly no speaking and a very sensitive stomach. Super fun. Somehow, though, I was able to calm myself down while I was getting ready and by the time I made it over to the SCAD Museum, where the show was held for the very first time, I was so excited to just celebrate that moment. My mom asked me a few times how seeing my clothes walk down the runway felt- a lifelong dream and a year of hard work all culminating into a moment that you'd expect to be so emotionally overwhelming. It's hard for me to truly get excited about much. I maintain a fairly median range of emotion for just about everything. And even in a moment like that with so much behind it, I still remained relatively calm about it all. But, the fashion show was amazing, and seeing my clothes worn by beautiful women with the music playing was a moment that I'll never forget.</div>
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But truly, as cheesy as it sounds-- and believe me, we're talking a legendary amount of cheese, what has meant the most to me throughout this whole process is the encouragement that I've received from peers, friends of my family, classmates -- some who I know well and some of whom I've been grateful to get to know better, and professors. It's been the phone calls and the texts and the Facebook messages and the Instagram comments during the last year and especially the last few days since the show that have been so honoring and humbling and what has encouraged me to the point of writing this post today. Because if you are still reading this silly blog, I'm going to assume you are one of those people and I wanted to say thank you from the bottom of my heart. You have taken a year and a time in my life that can, has, and will continue to be challenging and difficultly transitional and made it a memory of gratitude and shown me the specialty of community and support.</div>
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And now, I am going to do the thing that you are never supposed to do, which is call out the specific people (some of whom have no idea that this blog even exists) that have meant so much to me during this process.</div>
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Susie and Lindsay- I have walked through almost the entirety of my fashion degree with you both, I am 100% certain that I would've dropped this Fashion Major like it was hot about three years ago if it weren't for you both. You both challenge me as a designer and as a person to aim for better and see things in a way I naturally wouldn't. Our morning meetings at Foxy got me pumped for the day and have meant so much to me. I am eternally glad we are friends.</div>
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Michael and Hannah- You are both way more talented than I will ever be. An actual fact. I knew you both at the beginning of the year, but I am finishing this year with two more friends in you both. Thanks for always working in 202 and being willing to let me play my music out loud.</div>
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Baille- I don't know what kind of calendar you keep up there in Brooklyn, but you somehow perfectly mapped out the entirety of my critique schedule and your texts on those days meant more to me than you know. Your genuine excitement for my collection helped me be excited when I couldn't see the light at the end of the tunnel.</div>
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Oli, Claire, Frances and Spencer- Here are just a few, fashion themed reasons why I love you all:</div>
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Pretending you didn't know what I was up to when I started to slowly take over the sun room with all of my mess of a fashion studio storage system.</div>
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Trying on my clothes after I brought them home and telling me they were cool.</div>
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Letting me monopolize conversation about every single detail of my collection for over a year.</div>
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Mom- Thank you for being ok with the fact that I wouldn't return your calls for weeks out of sheer exhaustion and continuing to send me money to live my life. Thank you for praying for me over the phone when I couldn't see the forest for the trees. Thank you for crying when my clothes came down the runway and then crying again when you explained the things you liked about my pieces.</div>
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Dad- Your texts and voicemails have meant so much to me this year. I know how much work they are for your technically challenged fingers to pull off, but I love every single one of them. You tell me you are proud of me and I believe it because you are a man of your word.</div>
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Kaitlin- I love being able to call you and talk about anything besides fashion. I appreciate your openness in conversation, a quality that I do not possess. </div>
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Other vital parts: Carole and Melissa, Casey, Ryan, Tracy Page, Auntie Anne, Gigi and Grandpa, Grandma Bunny, Tracy and Taryn, Doug and Carole, the Barnhardts......</div>
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Believe me. There are more. But I'll cap it at that or else we'll be here for a while.</div>
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Ok. Enough with that.</div>
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I have a business project the size of Texas that I have been avoiding for a week and a half. This sucker is the only thing that stands in the way of me and that polyester mess of a cap and gown next Saturday.</div>
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I'm going to blog more and that's a fact. This is the end of college. And that makes me sad. I have plans for the next couple of months that a lot of you probably already know and that I'll be sharing more about in the next couple of weeks, but it's important for me to process and go through this here with you all, the community and the people that have grown to mean so much to me. I've shared everything else with you for the last four years, so as hard as it is going to be for me to write about it, I'd love to share my thoughts on graduating here too.</div>
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PS-- a few awesome publications and websites have written about the myself and my senior class and our fashion show. Here are some links:</div>
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<a href="http://talesofendearment.com/songs-about-savannah/" target="_blank">Tales of Endearment</a></div>
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PPS-- if you weren't able to be at the show or watch it online yet, here is the whole shebang. Mine is the fourth collection. :)</div>
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Officially, the trip is for fabric shopping for my senior collection. Off the books though, this trip is a very convenient excuse for quality time with my favorite lady, getting to see some very missed friends, spending time in one of my favorite places and so. much. eating. </div>
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But seriously-- I feel like I have been counting down the minutes until this trip for the last 6 months and I still cannot wait for this quarter to end so I can get my Spring Break on already! </div>
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I'm not much of a networker. I don't even like the word networking. I prefer the less threatening, less mature, but more pop-culturally relevant self-coined term of net-twerking). I feel sleazy and opportunistic when I talk about myself and my work or the fact that I am in need of work. With that being said, I feel that since you are all reading this blog by choice and therefore might be interested, I will share my professional victories and failures with you as friends and comrades in the fight for my future. </div>
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So! Did you know that I've updated my website? Did you even know that I have a website? </div>
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Being the baby adult professional that I am, I have recently made a whole bunch of fancy net-twerking tools to have on hand like business cards and printed resumes on linen-y paper and a portfolio and leave behinds. It's quite surreal to be able to have a physical and visual representation of all of the work that you've spent the last four years working on and… if I'm being honest, I am proud of myself. </div>
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The link for my website has actually been on this blog for a while, but I felt that it might be necessary to call it out since it is now officially finished (for now) and has some new work on it. Anyway, if you would like to check it out the link is <a href="http://www.julia-patton.squarespace.com/">www.julia-patton.squarespace.com</a>. I hope you like it!<br />
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PS-- the beautiful and cool photos of my work that are on the website were either taken by <a href="http://karareichart.4ormat.com/" target="_blank">Kara Reichart</a> or Oli Latinovich. Who are both crazy talented. </div>
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The Fourth Annual Galentine's Day Celebration happened two weeks ago, but.. ok... So I have to humble myself and admit something that brings me much embarrassment. </div>
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In the past few years, completely unbeknownst to me, but entirely of my own volition, I have gone from absolutely loathing February 14th and going so far as to wearing all black in protest to organizing, hosting, and, worst of all, <i>enjoying</i>, my own annual all ladies Galentine's Day dinner party. I mean, I go all out. There are printed invites, menu deliberations, overly thoughtful inner-roomie valentine card exchanges, decorations and many a-conversation discussing one's excitement for the upcoming day. And I wear all pink and red. I can't get enough of it. I dive in like it's a vat of melted fudge. (Which is also a great activity idea for next years party…)</div>
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The guest list and the menu of the actual party has ebbed and flowed throughout the years, but my singleness seems to be forever. So, I find myself coming to terms with the for-now-boy-less-ness of this holiday and finding solace in a day to indulge in all of the pinky, glittery, girliness that Valentine's Day offers to a bunch of ladies living together with no local boyfriends to speak of.</div>
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Lindsay's Bruschetta</div>
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Claire's Shrimp and Grits</div>
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The Valentine's released romance movies from the last Galentine's Days have defied all odds and gotten increasingly worse with every passing year. We started sophomore year off with the tragic amnesia/ love driven plot line of Channing Tatum and Rachel McAdam's in "The Vow" followed up by last years murder/ domestic abuse/ love driven plot line of Josh Duhamel and Julianne Hough's "Safe Haven." Both completely terrible in their own way. </div>
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Olivia Latinovich brightens days and makes me wonder what could have been if I had ever been cool enough to be a cheerleader in high school. Never did have the ankle strength for that life though. </div>
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These are two snapshots from a Sunday evening in my living room with not much narrative and nothing much to explain, but it's just like… who knew that pajamas, a reluctant reading of prose, a tupperware full of un-refridgerated parmesan cheese and these two class acts just really sum up the tone of my life right now and I never want things to change ever.</div>
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