Sunday Nostalgia – Baby Powder

Hopefully, this post will be the start of a weekly trend. I’m hoping to begin what will from now on be dubbed ‘Sunday Nostalgia’ because I don’t know about you, but Sunday is a time where I tend to feel down and out. It’s not that I feel depressed per se, but I just feel a bit lost. My thoughts swell, and I tend to be the laziest on this day.

Memories are closest to the surface on the Sunday’s that are overcast. On Sunday’s, I will share with you small snippets of my past that feel like home to me. This pieces could come in story form, a simple memory, or an explanation. My plan is that since around this time next year I might be moved far away from home I won’t feel quite as lost thanks to these posts. It will be a way to stick close to the heart without there actually being that minimal distance.

You’ll just have to bear with me if it’s utterly ridiculous.


The scent of baby powder always seemed to cloak the air of my parents bathroom. It was like a perfumed cloud that rained down in tiny fluff-flakes of happiness. The blanket of powder allowed me to draw shapes on every surface. Leaving smiles and notes for my parents to find.

A giggle would escape as I worked. The silken coat of dust would cling to my skin and leave residue on every part of me: from hair to clothing. It was always obvious I’d been in there, so I didn’t bother to hide it. It was never mentioned though; both my parents and I kept our lips sealed. Like a game, I often whispered to myself.

I would sneak in when they were occupied somewhere else in the house, and they would find them later in the day.

Sometimes I would wonder if they ever even uncovered my little gifts. But my mother would smile softly at me after exiting the bathroom before running her fingers through the white fluff that still clung to my hair, and I knew. Without anything ever being said, I knew.

To this day the sight of baby powder all over the bathroom doesn’t make me mad. I’m a notorious clean freak about many things, but when my roommate leaves that powder lingering on the counter and floor I can’t bring myself to clean it up. There will always be a place in my heart that warms at the sloppy spillage. I still draw pictures, and, even though my parents no longer see them, I still feel like it’s our little secret.

Maybe when I’m home next time I’ll sneak into the bathroom and leave them a little smile. Just to let them know the memory still stands strong.

A reminder of the past, without any words.

~J. Spade

 

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One Lovely Blog Award

There are so many posts that I have in mind, and I have to remember that I can only take them one day at a time. I always tend to bite off way more than I can chew, and my online persona has also seemed to acquire that trait.

Oh well, not much I can do about it now. I will just have to keep checking off the posts one at a time and hope that I do not lose my creative steam in the process.

I am continuously amazed by the blogging community the more that I spend time here. The people I have met here are so creative and nice, I just cannot help but to remain in awe over everyone. That being said, I get a pleasant little bubble of warmth once someone informs me that my blog makes them feel the same way that his/her blog does to me.

Unintentionally, I have been putting off making this post for no other reason than every time I sit down to write it, I am overwhelmed by this incurable warm-and-fuzzy feeling that makes my brain melt. I love it, of course, but it’s not very productive. Anyway, I was finally able to overpower that brain fuzziness and make this post. Yet, I still cannot comprehend the fact that I have received not one but two nominations for the One Lovely Blog Award.

If I’ve ever had a prouder moment, I cannot recall.

I just want to give the biggest of thank you’s to both Apricotowl and GuyDreaming for the nominations. They mean more to me than you can imagine, and I am so pleased that you both thought of me. Both of these amazing people deserve incredible viewership, so if you have not yet checked either of them out I urge you to do so. Apricotowl does some amazing spreads on makeup, and has incredible humor. Guydreaming has a strong voice that makes you want to stop and read, and his matters stem from the heart. Thank you both again, you are incredible people!


Okay, What is the One Lovely Blog Award and what are the rules?

The One Lovely Blog Award nominations are chosen by fellow bloggers for those newer and up-and-coming bloggers. The goal is to help give recognition and also to help the new blogger to reach more viewers. It also recognises blogs that are considered to be “lovely” by the fellow bloggers who choose them. This award recognises bloggers who share their story or thoughts in a beautiful manner to connect with viewers and followers. In order to “accept” the award the nominated blogger must follow several guidelines:

  • Thank the person who nominated you for the award.
  • Add the One Lovely Blog logo to your post.
  • Share 7 facts/or things about yourself.
  • Nominate 15 bloggers you admire and inform the nominees by commenting on their blog.

Seven facts about me:

  1. I have three tattoos, and I plan to get a few more. I keep joking around and telling people I’m going to get a tattoo for every year of my twenties, we’ll see.
  2. I’m the youngest girl of 11 cousins. Sometimes that can be tough shoes to fill, because everyone feels the need to have a say in my life.
  3. Sometimes I feel like I have no idea what I want to do in my life. Not a good feeling when you’re in the midst of a Bachelors degree.
  4. Over the course of my life I have learned over eight different instruments. Not sure I can still play them all, but they’re in there somewhere.
  5. There has only been one city that I have lived in. So far.
  6. I love tea. Not a big coffee drinker, but sometimes I like it.
  7. I craft words to inspire. I can only hope one day that they make the impact I’ve always hoped they would.

Nominations:

As always, there are so many people that I would love to nominate, but a lot of them have already received the award/do not wish to receive an award. My nominations are for anyone out there (named or unnamed) who has a pure voice and great humor. Continue to be you, because you are all lovely people. Just as your blog’s are lovely.

~J. Spade

Life Stressors

The weekend is here, and I am certainly not ready for it. Most people probably just squinted their eyes at that sentence, because who isn’t ready for the weekend?

I’d like to say that I have my reasons to feel like this. While, of course that’s true, I do have reasons; my reasons aren’t quite sound. That tends to happen when I bring this feeling on myself.

My stress levels come from the fact that I’ve put off my homework for far too long. In my online schooling I have assignments due practically every day, with my tests happening on Monday’s. That means that my weekend is usually reserved for finishing up assignments and studying. Well, this weekend I not only have to “finish up” assignments, but I have to start them as well. Talk about stressful.

It also happens to be a scary movie night with a few friends. So I have to do my homework sometime before that. This post is really just another form of procrastination. Or maybe we can call it brain exercises; I’m working up to actually doing my homework.

Now that I’ve gone off on a tangent, I can get to the real point of this post.

Since my days recently have been filled with school, cleaning, networking, and job hunting I’ve been feeling a little run down. In order to spruce myself up, I’ve taken to devouring books and watching Halloween-esque movies. Writing is usually a great way for me to wind down, but lately I feel like a zombie every time I try. At this point I have so many ideas written down on paper, that they could probably make up a story in and of itself.

My question to anyone who reads this post is how do you unwind? When your days are long and your nights short, how do you keep your levels of stress manageable?

I’m not the best at stress management, so I’m genuinely curious. I tend to just push it to the side and hope it will disappear. The build up of stress is usually much worse than the small amount of stress it started as originally.

What do you do on your days off in order to rejuvenate yourself?

~J. Spade

Upturned Noses

Even the most laid back and egalitarian among us can be insufferable snobs when it comes to coffee, music, cars, beer, or any other pet obsession where things have to be just so. What are you snobbish about?


As much as it pains me to admit it, I can be snobbish about a lot of different things. Small things, of course, that don’t mean much to anyone else but mean a lot to me is the ground-level of my snobbery.

Tea, for instance, is something that I can be called a snob about. There are so many different types of teas out there, and I have tried them all. From green to white to black and every flavor in between, I love them all. The “snob” classification comes to head when brewing the different teas. Steep almost any tea as long as you would like, and I would love it. Except black tea. That’s a two to five minute steeping tops. Otherwise it turns bitter to my taste buds, and I don’t like the way it coats my tongue.

I’m probably also a bit of a snob when it comes to being asked questions like “what would you like to drink” because more likely than not my answer will be some form of tea. It’s something I inhale on a near daily basis.

Music is also something people have called me out on. Never using the term of “snob” per se, but I’ve become known in my group of friends as the person with the most eclectic taste of music. I’m the go to person for new music finds. It’s a lot of pressure, actually.

When asked my favorite band of the moment I have two answer. One is a very popular band that I throw out there when I don’t feel like going into a long explanation. The other, my actual favorite, is an indie band that not a lot of people have heard of. I say the name Marianas Trench and some might immediately jump to the conclusion that I’m referring to the deepest part of the ocean. In actuality, I’m referring to a Punk/Emo band that I absolutely adore.

See? Snob.

While I don’t often call myself a snob, I do know that I like what I like; and I’m never going to feel the need to apologize for that.

-J. Spade.

Transportation

Train stations, airport terminals, subway stops: soulless spaces full of distracted, stressed zombies, or magical sets for fleeting, interlocking human stories?


There are moments in time that allow us to either slip to the wayside or participate. Transit can provide us with those moments; you can either sit in your own bubble or converse with those around you.

Life is full of choices after all.

I don’t know about all of you, but every time I visit a big city (i.e. Portland, Oregon or Seattle, Washington) I am told the same thing before getting on any form of public transportation. Phrases like “keep your head down and don’t make eye contact” and “don’t engage with strangers” are constantly thrown at me. It’s logical advice, yes, one that I’ve heard many of times during the course of my life. Namely when I was well into my adolescent years and wanted to go to the mall on my own.

The fact that I still hear it now, in the midst of adulthood, makes me question if I’ve been put into a bubble for a reason. Am I fragile and I don’t realize it? Or maybe people think I can’t judge a situation well enough to make smart choices.

The fact of the matter is, I’ve had great conversations with people on city buses before. On those rare occasions when I felt the need to be outside of my shell. I’ve also been in situations where it would be safer not to bring attention to myself on public transportation.

Transit can be a place to make connections with people, but it is also a time where some feel it imperative to sit within their own thoughts and not engage with others. Neither option is more right or wrong than the other; it is simply a choice that the participant will have to make for his or herself.

Judging the situation can help you to decide which choice you will make if you’re feeling unsure.

There was one day on the bus when a man walked on and started yelling about his day; his words were not directed at any particular person, and he didn’t want to talk to anyone. It was his time to vent, and it was clear that if you interrupted you would become the source of his ire. Sometimes people don’t have an outlet to properly express themselves, and they choose to do so on the bus. That’s fine. Let them. If it’s not hurting anyone, or disturbing them then that person should be allowed to have a moment.

I’ve also spent hours on a train trading jokes with a complete stranger. She complimented my sketchbook and we bonded over that. Though I never got her name, I will always remember how she wholeheartedly laughed with me: a complete stranger.

While usually I prefer to sit in silence while in public transport, I do like to people watch. I blame the writer inside of me. Constantly, I am trying to make real life inspire my writing. Maybe the way a person gesticulates with her or his hands becomes a trait my character possesses. Perhaps the words someone speaks strikes the match of inspiration inside of my chest that. Real moments inspire.

It’s a writing exercise in a way, which is one of the reasons I will always enjoy public transportation. Since I plan to live in a big city at some point in my life, I can only be grateful that I am not scared of the transit system.

My mother, though, is a different story. I’m probably going to have to call her five times a day for the first year just to assure her that I am alright. My mom seems to constantly forget that I’m in my twenties; it’s one of the perks of being the youngest child and the only girl.

~J. Spade

 

To Be Or Not To Be

To be, to have, to think, to move — which of these verbs is the one you feel most connected to? Or is there another verb that characterizes you better?


There are so many verbs out there, and I feel I have a connection with all of them. Or maybe, I just need to have a connection with all of them.

I am an active mind, constantly in a state of want because there is so much that can be done, written, or thought. In one post, I mentioned how I was never bored; I believe this is the reason for that.

While I would love for my spirit verb to be any of the aforementioned, I know that it is probably something a little more basic.

In fact I’ve mentioned it in this post and in many others.

I want. Period.

I want for me. I want for my friends, family, and even mere acquaintances. It’s a selfish and selfless action all rolled into one. This is the verb that best describes me because it encompasses all others. I want to be, to have, to think, and to move.

I am best characterized with want because I know that I don’t always succeed in my endeavors. But I damn sure am going to try, regardless.

~J. Spade

Liebster Award

It’s always a sort of thrill to log in to WordPress and see the notification button lit up with its orange background. That means that someone, somewhere liked what I had to say, and it makes me happy to know that my words mean enough to someone that they wanted to let me know. I thought nothing could be better than that feeling.

I was wrong.

Today when I logged on, I had that same orange highlight around the symbol that tells of a comment. Immediately I clicked the button, because I couldn’t wait to see what someone had commented. That was when the shock set in, not only had I received a comment, but the wonderful Guy Dreaming nominated me for the Liebster Award. A simple thank you does not seem like enough, so I recommend checking out his blog; he has a wonderful way with words and his posts are very thought provoking. You won’t regret it!

The Liebster Award provides a wonderful outlet in finding new amazing bloggers by seeing other recommendations by we the bloggers. It’s wonderful, really, and I’m proud to be a part of it.


Rules:


  • Post the award on your blog
  • Thank the blogger who presented this award and link back to their blog.
  • Write 11 random facts about yourself.
  • Nominate 11 bloggers who you feel deserve this award and who have less than 200 followers.
  • Answer 11 questions posted by the presenter and ask your nominees 11 questions

Write 11 random facts about yourself.
[01] I can be somewhat of a neat-nut. Everything has its proper place in my room.
[02] I have unsuccessfully tried to start a blog at least two other times. Finally, I succeeded in my attempts with Day to Spade.
[03] I’m not a big fan of chocolate. I’ll eat it in moderation, meaning it has to be a light layer covering a cookie or peanut butter or something of the like.
[04] Procrastination is my way of life, I’m fairly surprised I’m getting this out so quickly.
[05] When I play sports, I do it to the extreme. It ends in a lot of fun and bruising. Sometimes there is blood.
[06] I love all animals, but I’m obsessed with cats.
[07] I own a lot of hair/makeup products. I’m usually too lazy to use them though.
[08] Really big fan of photography. I have a nice camera, I just don’t know what I’m doing.
[09] I have hobby rotations. I tend to focus on one at a time and then cycle back through.
[10] I’m pretty good at archery. I have a hay bale set up right outside my front door for practice.
[11] It’s rare for me to feel bored. I’ve got so many random thoughts that I don’t even have time for boredom.


Nominate bloggers:

I would love to nominate more, but I struggled with just these ones. Half the people I wanted to nominate had over 200 followers, and I’m not even sure how many followers some of these nominations have.


Questions from Guy:

What’s your favorite meal?

Anything with fries. No, just kidding, kind of. I really like grilled salmon and corn on the cobb as a meal.

How do you deal with stress?

I don’t. I literally do nothing about stress. It ends up boiling over and eventually I have a break down. It’s bad; I’m working on it.

What is your favorite book?

The Castings Trilogy by Pamela Freeman is amazing, and not a lot of people have heard of it. I definitely recommend it. If I had to pick one though, I’d have to say Full Circle wins.

Who has been the most influential person in your life this far?

There are so many authors I could pick who have influenced me, but the real answer would have to be my mother. She helps me more than she or I even realize, and as I get older I’m beginning to appreciate all that she has done more. I’ve had a lot of whims in my life time, and she has supported every single one of them. I don’t think she will ever realize how grateful I am to her.

A less sentimental answer would have to be Tina Fey. She’s my spirit animal.

What is your favorite game (board, card or recreational)?

Chrono Cross for Playstation. It’s old, and it’s my childhood summed up into one game. I will never stop loving or playing that game.

What is your all time favorite TV show?

This changes on a day to day I’m sure. I used to love NCIS; then Ziva left and it all changed. I’d probably have to say InuYasha for the same reason as Chrono Cross. Or Psych, because the Shawn and Gus bromance is something I idolize.

If you could have one super power, what would it be and why?

My super power would deal with time. Stop time, go back in time, fast forward time. I just want to be able to have control over time, because I don’t ever feel like I have enough of it. Plus, if I was able to pause time and write that would be amazing.

Other than your blog, what is your favorite form of Social Media?

Tumblr. I’m on it all the time.

Which family member are you most like?

My brother, it’s actually pretty creepy how similar we are.

If salary and skill set were not an issue, what would your dream job be?

Actress/Musician/Author. More leaning towards the latter two. I love writing, and anything that can act as a creative outlet for me. Which is how acting comes into play.

What’s your biggest vice?

Probably anger or envy.


My questions:

  • Other than your blog, what is your favorite form of Social Media?
  • Do you like any strange food combinations? If so, what are they? (i.e. hot dogs and marshmallows, or baked beans and potato salad)
  • DC or Marvel?
  • What is your favorite book?
  • What is the oddest thing that you own?
  • Do you have a go-to movie?
  • What is your most prized possession?
  • Do you prefer writing by hand or by keyboard? Why?
  • What is your favorite out door activity?
  • Which season do you prefer?
  • What is your guilty pleasure?

 

This Is Me

You’re about to enter a room full of strangers, where you will have exactly four minutes to tell a story that would convey who you really are. What’s your story?


 

I, like I am sure many of you, am the type of person who flounders when the conversation switches to anything along the lines of ‘tell me about yourself’. In brief, every exciting moment of my life seems to vanish the second someone questions me about it. Years could pass by since I last saw a person, and the instant the question ‘what’s new with you’ comes into the conversation I would still undoubtedly respond with ‘nothing’.

Throw me in a room full of strangers where I am forced to tell my story in four minutes, and you might as well have thrown me to the proverbial wolves. I will choke. It’s my nature.

If I’m given time to prepare, the results might be a bit different. After some prep, the story I would weave in my four minute time span would be one of growth.

“I have never been known as a positive person,” I would say to the masses. A deep breath would follow, as I amped myself up for the rest of my speech. “In fact, more often than not, people choose to comment on my dark soul or heart. Friends have even called me an ice queen, because I have a tendency to shut people out with what seems like little to no regard. That’s not really me.”

My eyes would be cast to the side, unwilling to face the people I am about to bare my soul to. “In fact, telling you about me isn’t something I’m prone to do. I may not cry as freely as those around me, but that doesn’t mean I don’t feel. Maybe I’ve avoided talking to a friend a time or two, but that has nothing to do with a disinterest in them. It’s all a mechanism of fear. Hiding how I feel is my mode of operation; it’s how I’ve learned to survive. The thick skin I’ve created is a wall, because only I can decide who is let in.”

As I continue, my story would include snippets of who I was and how far I’ve come. It would hold anecdotes about how I’m still growing and learning every day. The end would be a reflection of the beginning, as I state: “And it’s only when a person begins to see those little things about me, that they realize I’m not as dark as they once thought.”

~J. Spade