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To Hell With It, A Nun’s Prayer…

This isnt about being religious, read the words, I re-discovered it at my 93 grandmother’s house last weekend and it really struck me, it is universal… I read it often enough to remind me of some hard truths in life, mainly, it’s not about me (but, oh how I think it is!). Italicized some of my favorite parts… Unique for everyone of course.
 17th Century Nun’s Prayer “KEEP me from the fatal habit of thinking I must say something on every subject and on every occasion. Release me from craving to straighten out everybody’s affairs. Make me thoughtful but not moody; helpful but not bossy. With my vast store of wisdom, it seems a pity not to use it all, but Thou knowest Lord that I want a few friends at the end.
 
KEEP my mind free from the recital of endless details; give me wings to get to the point. Seal my lips on my aches and pains. They are increasing, and love of rehearsing them is becoming sweeter as the years go by. I dare not ask for grace enough to enjoy the tales of others’ pains, but help me to endure them with patience.
 
I dare not ask for improved memory, but for a growing humility and a lessing cocksureness when my memory seems to clash with the memories of others. Teach me the glorious lesson that occasionally I may be mistaken. Keep me reasonably sweet; I do not want to be a Saint - some of them are so hard to live with - but a sour old person is one of the crowning works of the devil. Give me the ability to see good things in unexpected places, and talents in unexpected people. 
 
AND, give me, O Lord, the grace to tell them so.”

To Hell With It, A Nun’s Prayer…

This isnt about being religious, read the words, I re-discovered it at my 93 grandmother’s house last weekend and it really struck me, it is universal… I read it often enough to remind me of some hard truths in life, mainly, it’s not about me (but, oh how I think it is!). Italicized some of my favorite parts… Unique for everyone of course.


17th Century Nun’s Prayer

KEEP me from the fatal habit of thinking I must say something on every subject and on every occasion. Release me from craving to straighten out everybody’s affairs. Make me thoughtful but not moody; helpful but not bossy. With my vast store of wisdom, it seems a pity not to use it all, but Thou knowest Lord that I want a few friends at the end.

 

KEEP my mind free from the recital of endless details; give me wings to get to the point. Seal my lips on my aches and pains. They are increasing, and love of rehearsing them is becoming sweeter as the years go by. I dare not ask for grace enough to enjoy the tales of others’ pains, but help me to endure them with patience.

 

I dare not ask for improved memory, but for a growing humility and a lessing cocksureness when my memory seems to clash with the memories of others. Teach me the glorious lesson that occasionally I may be mistaken. Keep me reasonably sweet; I do not want to be a Saint - some of them are so hard to live with - but a sour old person is one of the crowning works of the devil. Give me the ability to see good things in unexpected places, and talents in unexpected people.

 

AND, give me, O Lord, the grace to tell them so.”

I didn't think it was possible for a LV bag to look any tackier.

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That is not very nice, why would you take the time to write something to intentionally upset someone else you don’t even know? Especially when you know nothing about the significance of the initials as they relate to where I am in my life right now (not that that should even matter). Plus, if you cannot simply ignore something you dislike, and insist on hurling insults at least don’t send them anonymously… Perhaps its you that couldn’t look any tackier? Either way, Shame On You.

be nice

Well, it’s no secret that I love monograms.  I think it adds that extra touch that makes it so …well, personal. And pink, it’s my “signature color!”

Yet, picking out my monogram color, style, font, width, where it was positioned, etc., for this new bag was no small feat! Check out the slideshow of images of all the choices. I did it in person (I highly suggest since colors online look nothing like they do in real life) but I added a grab from the LV website to show you how it works online too. It took about 4 weeks to be custom painted in Paris and I worried I might think it was too cutesy, but I love it. 

Plus, at the end of the day I have a bag that’s just for me, and pink + monograms prevail!

http://youtu.be/oR6okRuOLc8

Click the link and belt it out with me… and yes, I took the photo of the rose :)



“Some say love, it is a river that drowns the tender reed. Some say love, it is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed. Some say love, it is a hunger, an endless aching need.I say love, it is a flower, and you, its only seed…
It’s the heart, afraid of breaking that never learns to dance. It’s the dream afraid of waking that never takes the chance. It’s the one who won’t be taken who cannot seem to give. And the soul, afraid of dying that never learns to live…
When the night has been too lonely, and the road has been too long, and you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong. Just remember, in the winter, far beneath the bitter snow lies the seed that with the sun’s love, in the spring Becomes The Rose…”

Click the link and belt it out with me… and yes, I took the photo of the rose :)
“Some say love, it is a river that drowns the tender reedimageSome say love, it is a razor that leaves your soul to bleedimageSome say love, it is a hunger, an endless aching needimage.I say love, it is a flower, and you, its only seed…
It’s the heart, afraid of breaking that never learns to danceimage. It’s the dream afraid of waking that never takes the chanceimageIt’s the one who won’t be taken who cannot seem to giveimage. And the soul, afraid of dying that never learns to liveimage
When the night has been too lonely, and the road has been too longimageand you think that love is only for the lucky and the strongimageJust remember, in the winter, far beneath the bitter snowimage lies the seed that with the sun’s love, in the springimage Becomes The Rose…”

In case you haven’t noticed yet, I have a very southern family, so an excuse to celebrate the Derby…. No Brainier. I have been around horses and race horses all my life, so some terms just seem normal to me. Going to the soiree with a newbie, one thing I found particularly interesting is how deeply horse racing dialogue has permeated the American lexicon. There are obvious phrases that come from horse racing like, winning by a nose or neck and neck, but there are several that most people didn’t know came from horse racing. Here are my top 8… enjoy!

1) Hands Down

When someone wins easily or a result is assured, this is a common phrase. The origin comes from a jockey’s hand position during a race. Generally a jockey would want to hold the reins tight to control the horse. A jockey will let his hands down and ease up on the reins when victory is assured.

2) Starting from Scratch 

This term was used in horse racing as an indicator that a horse’s front hooves were behind the line scratched out in the running surface.

3) Champing at the Bit 

A horse’s bridle has a bit that fits on the gum of the horse. When a horse is excited or nervous, it will tend to try to chew on the bit, causing a lot of salivating and head bobbing. This has evolved into a phrase meaning eager and ready to perform, but it also gives way to another phrase…

4) Bits and Pieces 

Connecting the bit to the bridle is something called a cheek piece or just piece. Bits and pieces are small and would often be piled up in a stable, developing a term for any group of small, varying objects.

5) Beating a Dead Horse 

This term is often misunderstood as someone beating a horse that has passed on to greener pastures. A dead horse is a horse on a track that doesn’t have any run left. Beating a dead horse refers to a jockey whipping the horse with a crop when the horse is obviously going nowhere. In the non-horse racing world, a good example would be lecturing a child about not cleaning his or her room.

6) Looking a Gift Horse in the Mouth/Right from the Horse’s Mouth

The condition of a horse’s incisors are a fairly good indicator of a horse’s age. You could insult a gift giver by looking a gift horse in the mouth or you could go right to the source of the information you want to know by getting it right from the horse’s mouth.

7) Heavyweight 

Before boxers used the weight class of heavyweight, it was a classification for horses.

8) Dark Horse 

This term has nothing to do with the color of a horse. It has to do with the betting public being in the dark about the horse.

…and I’m off.

Q: What to say when you see a zigzag you love?

A: Sigh, makes me want a Missoni.

Ottavio Missoni, who founded the iconic fashion brand along with his wife, passed away yesterday at the age of 92. Tai, as his friends called him, was also a track-and-field star and met his wife while competing in the London Olympics in 1948 and he still holds the national record for the 400-meter for a 16-year-old.

The “color genius” launched a cutting-edge brand and built a lasting family business that was the first to show us that zigzags and polka dots do go together.

He once named his favorite pastimes — sleeping and reading — and preferred to work in places “ideal for passing the weekend.” Yeah, we would have gotten along just fine…

So throw on your Missoni and have a Compari on Tai!

Images above in slideshow….

“Woke up, it was a Chelsea morning, and the first thing that I saw
Was the sun through yellow curtains, and a rainbow on the wall…”

Ok, maybe not the rainbows, but it is Friday so lets go with it..I do indeed live in Chelsea(NYC), right near where Joni penned this song in fact, and here is the first thing that I saw on an absolutely AVERAGE 3 block walk to the subway this morning (scroll through) 

1) A tres Chelsea dry-cleaning concept/branding scheme (parked directly outside my building)

2) The iconic Chelsea hotel (a whole separate post on that later)

3) Sidewalk street art directly across the street from the hotel that kinda looks famous to me, or should be…