First, the Firsts

First, the Firsts

Since it’s the first of January, the first day of a whole new year, I was thinking today about all the things I did for the first time in 2015. I suspect some less dramatic firsts are slipping my mind, but here’s a short list, at least:

  • I started sewing my own lingerie (which led to a new blog, among other things);

    The second bra and panty set I made— this bra is still my favorite!
  • I made my first Hollandaise sauce (is that supposed to be capitalized? I’m never sure);
  • I traveled south of the US border/into the southern hemisphere/to South America/to Buenos Aires, Argentina for the first time;
  • I taught my first sewing workshop;
  • I planned, prepped, cooked, and served my first authentic Argentinian dinner for friends;
  • I combined Knittique, The Bratelier, and Photo/Graphic Design into one color-oriented website for the first time;
  • I sewed a very British-looking houndstooth-checked wool cushion cover for a friend’s Aston Martin— first time I’ve made an accessory for a luxury car;
  • I danced at my first New Year’s Eve milonga (Argentine tango social dance)! I also designed the promotional flyers for this galaxy-themed event— another first.
One of the flyers I designed for this special tango event. (Click on the flyer to see the color palette it inspired!)

I’m sure there must be many more, so here’s my Resolution #1 for 2016: Record all firsts when they happen, then do a round-up at the end of the year. I want to remember everything this year— it’s going to be the best year ever!

Happy New Year, everyone! Here’s to many more firsts in 2016!

Reality: Are we there yet?

Reality: Are we there yet?

This morning, someone posted the following on Facebook, after returning from several days in Europe: “Back to reality.”

I’ve heard the exact same phrase, so many times, from so many people. Heck, I’ve said it myself— but I’m pretty sure I wasn’t thinking about the implication inherent in those three little words.

Now that I am thinking about it, I’d say, right off the bat, that we say “back to reality”, usually accompanied by heavy sighs and eye-rolling, without being aware of what we’re actually saying, body language and all: we’re implying that, when returning from a trip, our reality is not something we want to get back to, aren’t we? (I’m pretty sure I’ve never seen anyone jump for joy as they say, “Oh good! Finally! Back to reality!” Nope, don’t think so.)

For me, traveling is not so much about being temporarily in a different reality, as it is about altering my current reality. Think about it: when you go away, even to a place you’ve never been before, you take your self with you; you may be a different self while you’re away, experiencing new things, but you’re still yourself. And when you come home, what? You somehow go back to who you were before your trip? I don’t think that’s even possible; traveling always transforms us, whether or not we’re aware of it. So how can we ever really go “back” to anything? Read more