Blog Break

Well, I sure did not mean to take a week long break from GFK. However, I was incredibly busy and distracted. First, my mom came into town over the weekend and we had a blast! Walking, hanging, watching Roku, crafting, shopping, and of course eating. Second, work has been kicking my butt. I start a new assignment and to say that I’m taking to it like a fish to water would be a lie. I’m struggling. I know things get better with practice and time, but it’s difficult at the moment. I’m mentally really tired. I haven’t been able to craft as much lately simply because my brain is overloaded. Third, GMAT prep is just crap. Wow the positive vibes are radiating out of me here – but – spending 15+ hours a week on something and seeing no improvement is just shitty. There I said it. I stand by my claim that I’ll pray to God I’ll pull a great score out of my ass on test day, but realistically it looks like I’ll need a formal ($$$$) class this fall. Le sigh.

Things getting me through the weather, life, work, and stress of May 2014: Long walks during lunch, epic BBQ sessions at my house at night, Yoga – handstands, Runs/Gym time, Candy/Sweets/Chocolate, T-we Tea, Roku 3, and the ugly tribe.

me and katy puggy

5-2013 vs 5-2014

Onward. zzzzz.
GFK

M.I.A. – What do little girls dream about?

I often think about what little girls are influenced by. I ponder this, because I remark on how my upbringing and my experiences as a small child helped to form and establish how I feel, react, and process all the things that happen to me as an adult lady. Is it because I spent the majority of my childhood with senior citizens playing cards, doing crafts, and ‘gossiping’ that has shaped me into someone who can shoot the breeze with just about anyone, adapt to most craft styles, and facilitate a desire to have a social life and relationships that go beyond taking shots and fighting over boys? What kind of influence was it on my personality because I was overweight for most of my childhood? I know, as people often remark, that I’m overly kind, pretty attune to my sensitivity, and a fierce observer. Not fitting in (literally) as a child has made me more interesting as an adult, because the status-quo never suited me. In my opinion, I always had to think outside the box and dream up my spin on things, because simply most things didn’t agree with my height/bodyshape/personality etc. I don’t wait for something to become trendy to fall head first into it (come on crochet tissue box covers!), I don’t care if something is ‘cool’ (see any post on this blog haha 😉 ), and most of all I seek out and spend time with the things that bring me joy. Especially in my journey as a sober woman, I have never been more confident and in love with the identity I have.

do you think this young women knew she was going to inspire the person behind this blog?
the young GFK.
‘adult’ GFK.

Now, that seems like a statement of I’M THE BEST ADULT EVER, which is most certainly is not. Depending on who you ask my status an ‘adult’ is still pending most days. However, I had to reflect upon the morals, integrity, and respect that I posses and credit my own personal code after attending the M.I.A. concert last night at the Riviera Theatre in Chicago.

M.I.A.

Now, do not get me wrong, when I looked around the venue there was a vast breadth of individuals – many with unique/interesting styles, all races, sexual orientations, and shapes/sizes. But, there was something wrong. As I looked at the younger women of the audience (~18-30), I saw nothing impressive. I saw giggly girls following each other around, dressed in ways that made me sad and embarrassed for them. They were mere clones of each other, wandering clones. I overheard empty conversations about Vine videos, if a boy was sexting another girl, gendered/physical name calling for concert maladies like bumping into each other, and worst – apathetic nothings. I’m not meaning this as a judgement, but more rather, as a concern. What is going on with these young women? What are their aspirations? Is it to be a size 0 and have boys sext them whilst they stand in a lycra leotard waiting for a political fugazi to perform at the same time having no individual opinion about the world? I surely hope not.

Is it purely a ‘growing up’ thing? A slow-to-mature issue? I’m hoping, because I am concerned. Where are the young girls who are fighting to be heard and pissed as hell they aren’t being heard properly? I didn’t see any young women like this last night, I only saw giggly girls. The more I am exposed to ‘youth culture’ and to what young women respond to and are expected to live up to the more I am sickened. Role models or not, the objectives of most young women these days revolve around gross self-confidence issues, in my opinion. When I see most young women, especially at bars/clubs, I can only feel disturbed. Where has the self-respect and confidence gone? Will it ever even form? Who will these giggly girls grow up to be? How will they benefit not only the female gender collectively, but the world?

I work with BRILLIANT women in my job – we joke about silly things and I teach them to knit and crochet on lunch breaks – but they are never missing that look of confidence. I know they have desires and dreams that inspire and make me want to be a better woman for this world too. What is missing outside academics? Why are little girls not dreaming up their educations or executive positions at fortune 500 companies? Why are little girls growing up to be giggly girls that hurl vicious words at each other over such shallow and vapid concerns?

Has it always been this way? I can’t say it enough. I’m worried about our world. Our social structures and compassion seem to be breaking down with each new app that is launched. I want women to be inspired to live to their potential. I want to see that brilliant confidence shine in every single little girl’s eyes.

Things need to change – they must. Where can we go and what can we do to begin?

INSPIRE2C

Amy Poehler’s Smart Girls

Feminist.com

Big Sisters

But the basic starting point is to tell any little girls in your life that they matter. That they are brilliant. That they are worthy of everything.

Redefine the meaning of the traditional princess dreams for little girls. Make their dreams inspired by inspiring them to do great and awesome things.

XXX
GFK

A Typical Day for GFK

The challenge was a day in the life – this is a typical work day. Sometimes I do these things sometimes not. Creep on my day…..

First my alarm goes off followed by the shrill mews of Boris.
First my alarm goes off followed by the shrill mews of Boris.
Then I turn on Spotify to get hyphy for the day.
Then I turn on Spotify to get hyphy for the day.
Then I check the homies in Springfield - also Instagram is checked extensively.
Then I check the homies in Springfield – also Instagram is checked extensively.
After I get ready and feed the keeks/pug I walk to the Bus.
After I get ready and feed the keeks/pug I walk to the Bus.
I take the bus to the train like a big girl in my Hello Kitty hat.
I take the bus to the train like a big girl in my Hello Kitty hat.
I arrive at work.
I arrive at work.
And do werk.
And do werk.
At lunch I usually walk around - look Macy's already decorated.
At lunch I usually walk around – look Macy’s already decorated.
After work I sometimes run errands - look Target is ready for Xmas too.
After work I sometimes run errands – look Target is ready for Xmas too.
Sometimes I make my DH4L homie eat froyo with me.
Sometimes I make my DH4L homie eat froyo with me.
And I always knit - look here is the ribbing of my sweater done.
And I always knit – look here is the ribbing of my sweater done.

The Baby Moc-Socs aka GFK Stands with Fists.

The Finished Moc-Soc.
The Finished Moc-Soc.

So I’ll start by saying this pattern was NOT hard or difficult or confusing. It was simple and clean and fun. I, GFK, however had a case of the butter fingers, dumb-dumbs, and tireds while trying to finish this project for the past three weeks! (THREE WEEKS? gaaaaaaawhhh!) I started the second moc-soc over and on the third time I got it right! I kept dropping stitches in the front so re-picking them up was just not a blendable option. Further, the yarn I chose, although soft and baby bootie perfect, was not very forgiving in terms of splitting. A more together fiber would make the process go way faster and smoother, especially with all those M1L in the pattern.

Knitting at lunch. Public knitting is awkward sometimes. "What are you doing? - I'm reading palms....."
Knitting at lunch. Public knitting is awkward sometimes. “What are you doing? – I’m reading palms…..”
Knitting at home is awkward too with a small kitten.
Knitting at home is awkward too with a small kitten.

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I’ll be knitting way more of these so friends and family keep popping those babies out and I’ll keep making sure they have moc-soc footwear.

Also don’t forget to enter for the COWL KNIT GIVEAWAY HERE! It ends tomorrow people!
xxxx
GFK