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***Fierce Female Link: Fatness, Femininity and the Media We Deserve


“As I saw more beauty in others’ uniqueness, I began to appreciate my own.”

   ~Sarah Winifred Searle


I’m so pleased to have been recommended to this wonderful woman by my talented friend Kat. Check out Sarah Winifred Searle’s pithy comic titled Fatness, Femininity, and the Media We Deserve.



“It did weird things to my subconscious to grow up fat…”




Autumn is Coming

Yay! It’s the Oneth of September and I’m happier than the average bear. September is the month that brings us the beautiful Autumnal Equinox which falls officially on September 22nd, my birthday.  Is it any wonder that I love Autumn? I was born for it.


Autumn signifies order and routine as the kidlens head off to school. Autumn leaves blow in the cool breeze, bringing sighs of relief from the summer’s icky heat. Rain tap-tap-tapping on the window panes always encourages me to slow down and take the time to cuddle up with a favorite book. Autumn brings thunderstorms that wash away the Old. And best of all, Halloween is almost here.

What are your favorite things about Autumn?


Today kicks off the Taboo Word Challenge created by Eric, author of the All In A Dad’s Work blog. Click the link for details and to participate!

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You’re a Daisy if You Do


For as long as I can remember, daisies have always been my favorite flowers. Symbols of love, purity, and innocence, they’re such sweet, homey, and cheerful flowers. Daisies always bring me sweet memories of my childhood. They remind me of the whimsical little effeuiller la marguerite [pluck the daisy] game that I used to play — only my translation was “He loves me, he loves me lots” so I would always have a happy outcome. Daisies also remind me of the song, “Daisy Bell” that my grandmother sang to me when I was a little girl.

daisy darling


When we were dating, my future spice was impressed and pleased to learn that Shasta daisies were my favorite because, as he said, “They’re cheap.” He’s such a romantic. Actually, he is … he surprised me with an arrangement of daisies on our wedding day to serve as my wedding bouquet.

wedding 1993

July 6, 1993

Of course, as a self-proclaimed cinephile, I’m always pleasantly surprised by daisy references in cinema, especially obscure ones. I only have a few references that I know of which I’ll share here.  If you know of any others, please share them with me in the comments below.

Movies with Daisy(ies) in the title:

Daisy Kenyon (1947)

Pull My Daisy (1959 short film)

Please Don’t Eat the Daisies (1960)

Daisies (Sedmikrásky original title, 1966)

Driving Miss Daisy (1989)

Daisy (Deiji, original title 2006)


Joan Crawford in Daisy Kenyon

Joan Crawford in Daisy Kenyon



Still from the Czech cult classic Sedmikrasky


Publicity still from Please Don’t Eat the Daisies

Bonus Daisy Trivia:


My favorite photo of early-Hollywood icon Buster Keaton.


Val Kilmer’s character Doc Holliday uses the line “You’re a daisy if you do” in the 1993 film Tombstone. Kilmer’s incredible performance, coupled with shrewd dialogue consisting mostly of witty one-liners, gave the archaic phrase a solid come-back for modern audiences.



Arthur C. Clarke, then visiting friend and colleague John Pierce at the Bell Labs Murray Hill facility, witnessed John L. Kelly’s vocoder synthesizer recreate the song “Daisy Bell: Bicycle Built for Two,” using an IBM 704 computer in 1962. Inspired by this spectacular event, Clarke later created a similar event in the climactic scene of his novel and screenplay for “2001: A Space Odyssey.” Clarke’s fictitious HAL9000 computer sings a haunting rendition of “Daisy Bell” as he is disassembled by astronaut Dave Bowman.


Drew Barrymore

Drew Barrymore is my favorite modern flower child. She has been quoted as confirming that she loves all kinds of flowers but that daisies are indeed her favorite.




When Someone Calls You *Beautiful*

What’s your immediate response when someone tells you that you’re beautiful? Do you scoff and shake your head? Do you assume that they’re just paying lip service or trying to butter you up?

Are they stupid or simply mistaken? Are they a liar?

We are compelled to love our neighbors. Encouraged to see the beauty in all things. You are a unique, living creation. So, when I tell you that you are beautiful…

Believe me.


Oh Life! I Have Much to Say!

Living in the midst of a truly craptastic period of our lives right now, my family holds together. Actually, the past two and a half years have been a wacky and wearisome roller coaster ride, but we continue to weather the storm with as much optimism as is humanly possible. Not long ago, I had a dear, dear friend accuse me of living my life as if it were a romantic comedy; when presumably, anyone else would think they were living in a horror flick. I like that notion. I really do. It’s what keeps me sane. Mostly sane. Well, mostly sane with a slight chance of a periodic mental break.


Lest, Dear Reader, you think I’m making light of mental illness; fear not! I come from a long and robust line of depression and anxiety garnished with a sprinkling of suicidal tendencies thrown into the mix. So … yeah. There’s that. Which means I’ll gleefully take the mania where I can.
Alas, Life has a way of kicking you in the ass. [Kindly note: I want this as my epitaph.] Somehow, some way, you drag your broken and bedraggled carcass through one quandary after another and finally, hoarsely, exclaim “Huzzah!” only to find your feet planted smack dab in the middle of an even bigger hornet’s nest. Hopefully, Life then takes pity and allows you a brief moment of respite. You exhale and think, Finally. I can breathe. To which Life replies, But wait! There’s more.
It won’t take long to find the Ugly in Life, be it terror, greed, or old fashioned stupidity. Everywhere you turn, there’s one Ugly after another. It’s universal. Heck. You’re likely dealing with your very own Ugly right now. But if your life is miraculously crap-proof, just watch the news. Does anyone do that anymore? Well, wherever you find your current events, tune in to that. Syria. Paris. Houston, Texas. Ugly is everywhere.
The funny thing [funny odd, not funny ha-ha] is that Life, while it never falls short in the Dread and Dismay departments, sprinkles itself with just enough Peace of Mind and Pleasure to keep it truly interesting. Now, if Life isn’t at the very least interesting to you, I daresay you aren’t paying attention. Or, as in my case, taking the right meds.
To clumsily misquote Uncle Walt and smoosh in a lil’ Uncle Billy, the Bard:
If Life’s such a shitstorm, what the hell is the point?  Answer? Because all the world’s a great big ol’ stage and everyone gets to play their very own part. 


In other words, Life’s worth living because it is. Life. The beauty of living in this world is that you get to choose your part. Whom will you be? Dashing Victor or Dastardly Villain?  Perhaps the Faithful Confidant or Humble Hero? A Cheerful Guardian? The Hapless Fool?  Personally, I tend to think of myself as the Wacky-go-Lucky Neighbor.

Of course, some people play their parts like a poorly rehearsed understudy with terrible stage fright on opening night. To quote the Dandy Quipster… [Let’s see how many of my favorite writers I can sneak into one article, shall we?]




Yeah, but I have a really crappy part, you say. If you don’t cotton to the part you’re playing, change it! There are no rule books that dictate which character you have to be. This cast list is not etched in Sharpie. In fact, as you grow older, and hopefully wiser, or say, the more accustomed to the stage you become, why not reinvent yourself?


beauty as challenge


Oh, I hear you naysayers balking, “But, you should always be yourself!” Trust me. I’ve met some pretty sick tickets and twisted bitches in this life. I’ve even been that character more than once myself. And, believe me. We undoubtedly all enjoy the show a lot more when they change.


worst advice


But I like me. Okay, if you don’t want to change the part, my Friend, just rewrite the scene. You can you know. It may not be easy peasy, in fact in might turn out to be achy-breaky, but it can be done. Again and again, if you need it to. Just keep in mind that you aren’t alone on this stage called Life. Even that someone who has only a small walk-on part in your scene, is also an important member of the play. And though you cannot see it on the surface, they have their own Ugly to fight.


Be Kind


Yes, sometimes the Ugly is just so damn loud, it’s downright taxing trying to find the Beauty in Life. But it’s there. Take my kids. No, really. Take at least one. I’ll still have six. Waka waka! But seriously, Folks, my kids … they break my heart. Oh yes. They do. But then the lil’ buggers also have a habit of crawling right into that crack that they’ve made and cuddling up inside of it, nestling in, and melting my heart from the inside. And that, Dear Reader, is Life.

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Here’s to Hedy, the Brilliant Bombshell

I adore Beauty. Beautiful pictures, beautiful people, beautiful films, beautiful stories, beautiful clothes, beautiful music, beautiful anything.

I admire Brilliance. Brains, nerds, geeks, shrewd people, you name it. I admire bright ideas, sage wisdom, anyone who speaks fluent math, and even those who are just quick witted.


I am in awe of Hedy Lamarr, actress, mathematician, and inventor. She was the entire package. She was the only actress to earn a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame and be inducted into America’s National Inventors Hall of Fame. 


Married six times throughout the course of her life, her autobiography suggests she was flattered, but also frustrated, by the attention she received from the opposite sex.  Never content to be just a beautiful face, Ms. Lamarr insisted on being treated with the respect she was entitled to, no easy feat for a woman born ahead of her time.

hedy on marriage

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