Champagne Bubble About Town

TRUE LOVE

heather-in-heels — Wed, 19 Jun 2013 19:05:11 -0700

TRUE LOVE

Soooooo… Baked Crunchy Taco Casserole is a thing. That I...

heather-in-heels — Wed, 19 Jun 2013 12:05:55 -0700

Soooooo… Baked Crunchy Taco Casserole is a thing. That I need to be eating. Right now.

I’m on a huge crunchy and cold grape kick right now.

heather-in-heels — Wed, 19 Jun 2013 07:59:40 -0700

I’m on a huge crunchy and cold grape kick right now.

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heather-in-heels — Wed, 19 Jun 2013 00:30:16 -0700

Writer Thoughts

heather-in-heels — Tue, 18 Jun 2013 20:31:00 -0700

Our world may be simplifying itself and compacting information and products and technology into smaller and smaller doses to handle, but that doesn’t mean that the work involved gets any easier or lesser in itself.

For everything you do, and that’s to presume you do it well, it will still take time. A stamp of care, research, and the creation of a voice to lead the way. Oh, and some fun too. Enjoyment of the process, organic as it may (and will) be. And in no shape or form condemning it to be trivial or something that can be easily mechanized or spat out. Or make you feel like you need to prioritize it so heavily above your own personal life. Which does and always will matter and will definitely be what you use to work towards.

Today I saw a freelance writing position online that wanted the candidate to write 4-6 blog posts each day and have 3 ready by 10 AM EST with “the remainder produced throughout the day” and I looked at myself with my full time job and other side duties and I don’t know, life things too that you need to take into account for, and I immediately thought, “FUCK THAT” to myself. You can make busy be your new happy all you like, but doing too much too fast and too often, you’ll burn the fuck outta that really fast and worse, develop contempt and general dislike for something you once genuinely cared about doing, if you keep going 80 miles an hour in a 40 mile per hour zone for an undetermined amount of time.

Slow it down. Don’t hyperventilate if you don’t write or blog all the time and think because you aren’t doing something constantly, you aren’t relevant or don’t matter. Write to write something real and leave the dribble of an endless stream of jibber jabber behind. Write to write for you.

Because let’s face it if the damn position leaves you feeling so keyed up you can’t even drink, you don’t need that sort of nonsense in your life.

Okay so I kind of sort of definitely need this Jardim Lace Dress...

heather-in-heels — Tue, 18 Jun 2013 12:53:49 -0700

Okay so I kind of sort of definitely need this Jardim Lace Dress from Anthropologie.

Some girls plan a wedding or honeymoon or amass pictures of...

heather-in-heels — Tue, 18 Jun 2013 10:13:00 -0700

Some girls plan a wedding or honeymoon or amass pictures of teeny tiny clothing for teeny tiny children they have yet to have on Pinterest.

I made a board of various alcohols this morning.

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heather-in-heels — Tue, 18 Jun 2013 00:30:14 -0700

heather-in-heels: My favorite thing to do when I get home is...

heather-in-heels — Mon, 17 Jun 2013 21:21:34 -0700

heather-in-heels:

My favorite thing to do when I get home is toss my contact lenses for my glasses it’s pretty much my version of switching over to yoga pants or no pants but don’t worry I also do those things too.

Daisy Lowe, behind the scenes of Neighbor by Free People

heather-in-heels — Mon, 17 Jun 2013 19:59:34 -0700

Daisy Lowe, behind the scenes of Neighbor by Free People

50 Cent ft. Justin Timberlake Ayo Technology Sometimes I forget...

heather-in-heels — Mon, 17 Jun 2013 19:52:31 -0700

50 Cent ft. Justin Timberlake Ayo Technology

Sometimes I forget about this song and how much I like it.

Birthday, Birth(day)

heather-in-heels — Mon, 17 Jun 2013 13:17:25 -0700

This blog is officially two years old today and I got the cupcake email from Tumblr to prove it (though it is not pictured here because I much prefer some Zou Bisou Bisou instead).

I started this Tumblr two years ago because I had a former blog on Blogger that I primarily wrote in during college and the 9 months post-grad where I had that horrible job in advertising. I was a copywriter and while I didn’t detest the work I did necessarily, the management was terrible. There were a couple of mornings where I cried before I went into work. And a few when I cried in the bathroom during lunch. And a couple post-work too. Once I got hired into a new job that was a much better fit for me, I wanted to exit out of my former blogging life at Blogger and leave those memories from school and that first job behind. Closing a chapter there for a time to take on a slightly longer, more beneficial one.

This Tumblr only sees a portion of my life shown, despite being referred to as “my personal blog” - the irony of a personal blog being one where you take care to edit your personal side before presenting it to an audience. What you see is what I let you see and you do see a side of me, but it is not entirely all of me either and that it can’t be because to show my entire self would be too much. It’s awkward to do, even if you don’t think so. Some people will read it and think you’re brave for writing it up. Others will turn their heads and cough to the side and keep scrolling, wishing they hadn’t paused. Everyone’s a critic, it’s my blog, let’s discuss 10 ways xyz ruined my life, blah, blah, blah. What a time we live in where our private innermost thoughts now come accompanied with hashtags and “pls dont reblog this KAI THANKS” tags.

But it’s a time where the choice is ours, isn’t it? I chose Tumblr and in turn, I chose to share. Or not share. Sharing in bits and pieces and editing the thoughts too. You get it already.

Something I do like to share are the dreams I have. I had a dream last night where a friend was driving me down to Malibu because in the dream, I worked down there. The ocean has always made me happy and to see it in my dreams (despite the proximity of being near one already) was wonderful. I used to be heavy into dream interpretation when I was younger. I had a dream journal and wrote all of my dreams down and researched the themes in them. They changed over the years, the themes represented. I used to run and cry a lot in my dreams. Sometimes I go places in these dreams that I’ve never been to in real life and continue to go to these places over the span of several years. There’s a bar I go to sometimes in my dreams that I’ve been to vaguely over the course of my dreamscape years. Sometimes I’ll dream about the people I love in trouble. In the dreams, they are crying or look blurry and I wake up knowing something is wrong. The feeling just sets into your bones, the knowing. And very seldom am I off in this assumption. Other times I won’t remember my dreams from the night before, but the slightest object like a pen or a flower triggers an image that allows a few bits and pieces to come flooding through my mind again.

Once those images are there, I wonder how I couldn’t remember them in the first place.

Anyways, 2nd birthday. What comes next is anybody’s guess, but I do love me some Tumblr so I’m pretty sure I’ll be here for awhile longer to come. Alternate versions of me - older, younger, thoughtful, maybe more sharable - they’ll come along for the ride too. Maybe one day I’ll get to a place where including tags with a post doesn’t make me feel like projectile vomiting too. #personal #me #writing

Ugh, nevermind that day is not today. Tags blow.
HT

“I like NeNe Leakes.” -my mom on the phone with me this morning, breaking up the...

heather-in-heels — Mon, 17 Jun 2013 08:12:25 -0700

“I like NeNe Leakes.”
-my mom on the phone with me this morning, breaking up the conversation every now and then to tell me about the lululemon pants she was looking at

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heather-in-heels — Mon, 17 Jun 2013 00:30:11 -0700

I like them all, but the blue. It speaks my name.

heather-in-heels — Sun, 16 Jun 2013 19:01:17 -0700

I like them all, but the blue. It speaks my name.

Every year when Father’s Day rolls around, I’m...

heather-in-heels — Sun, 16 Jun 2013 15:13:25 -0700

Every year when Father’s Day rolls around, I’m filled with an inexpressible amount of love for my father. But this kind of love is very much all around on the other 364 days of the year too. My dad and I decided many years ago that our relationship had hit a level where we were not just father and daughter, but two friends. Two confidantes. He’s a self-proclaimed “man for all seasons” and I try to never let him forget that he refers to himself as such either. The sacrifices he made over the years for our family have been extraordinary and he has taught me how to laugh through a crisis, that there is a time and a place to be serious but when life gets heavy-heavy, there’s a pop culture reference that can usually be inserted in there somewhere to lighten it up a bit. I can’t wait to see him next month. We have so much catching up at the bookstores and loud music listening to do together!

Best friends and sneaking in all the cheap candy into the movie theater buddies for life!

Sky Ferreira Obsession

heather-in-heels — Sun, 16 Jun 2013 00:30:09 -0700

Sky Ferreira Obsession

There were like, four or five fairly lengthy moments in This is...

heather-in-heels — Sat, 15 Jun 2013 21:51:26 -0700

There were like, four or five fairly lengthy moments in This is the End that had me almost crying from laughing so hard and this one was definitely in that cluster. Also, can we discuss Michael Cera damn near stealing the movie at the beginning? With the Capri Sun bathroom scene? Because that was unexpected but delightful as shit.

“Hey god, it’s me Jonah Hill. From Moneyball.”

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heather-in-heels — Sat, 15 Jun 2013 12:52:10 -0700

soul sisters

heather-in-heels — Sat, 15 Jun 2013 00:30:16 -0700

soul sisters