Life Lately

I’ve been lacking in inspiration and pretty busy lately, so I haven’t blogged in awhile. I figured I’d get back into the swing of things by talking about life lately, which hasn’t been all that exciting.

Last weekend, we went garage sale-ing. It’s one of my sister’s and my favorite things to do in the summer. You never know what kind of underpriced gem you’re going to find laying on an old card table in someone’s driveway. We went for about four hours and all we found was a sweater for my sister’s lizard. It was originally a teddy bear sweater, but I think it looks pretty great on Mr. Zeus the lizard. We now have the most swaggin’ lizard in town.

My Sister with Zeus The Lizard In a Sweater

I’m now addicted to the local coffee shop here, Metro Coffee. I already loved it but recently I’ve become completely dependent on their Raspberry Bash, which is herbal tea with milk and raspberry and vanilla syrup. Until Starbucks can make this, I’ll never be 100% committed.

My job is going well so far. Getting to hang out and get excited about makeup with people all day is a dream job. The management is excellent and personable, and sometimes I even get to mop (I kind of secretly like cleaning). Also, I’ve gotten a TON of free stuff. So far, I’ve gotten:

* Benefit’s They’re Real mascara
* Benefit’s They’re Real Push-Up Liner
* BareMinerals’ Bare Skin and Perfection Face Brush
* BareMinerals’ Get Started Kit
* BareMinerals’ BB Cream Eyeshadow
* BareMinerals’ Marvelous Moxie Gloss in Hypnotist
* Smashbox Photo Finish Primer
* Smashbox Photo Finish Hydrating Under-Eye Primer
* Sample sizes of Juice Beauty skincare, Exuviance skincare
* Plus some stuff I can’t remember

Estimated cost of these things: > $300. It’s the best job ever.

I went fishing with the family and boyfriend (does it seem like I’m always fishing? awkward) and caught two fish. This is me looking adorable and super Wyoming-ey with Archibald IV. Yes, Archibald I, II, and III also exist. They have long since been eaten.

Me with Archibald IV The Fish

I’m now an aunt! No, my sister is not pregnant (this would be an awkward way to tell the family, wouldn’t it?). Brandon’s sister-in-law and brother just had twins, and I’m super excited to meet them. This means I’m totally not their aunt but I’m going to pretend because they won’t know the difference and also who doesn’t need another person to spoil/hold/hang out with their child? I’m worried they won’t like me though…I have an irrational fear of babies hating me. I’d totally put like ten baby photos below to keep you reading but I’m guessing it’s not socially acceptable to pull photos of people’s babies off of Facebook and put them on your blog.

A blog redesign is coming, as well as a complete name change and rebrand. I’m super excited for what’s ahead. I know I’ve been saying this for months, but it’s actually happening. I bought a new domain name. That’s how official this is. It’s getting real.

What’s going on in your life lately? Have you tried any of the products I got from my job? Also, is being an aunt hard? I’m not actually a real one yet so I can totally back out at any time.

Xoxo, Taylor





Update: Becky said I could put a picture of her, her husband, and her adorable twins on my blog. So here it is. Lesson learned: if you awkwardly post about how you want to steal someone’s photos from their Facebook, they will take pity on your awkwardness and let you use their photos from their Facebook anyway. Enjoy the baby goodness. Also, check out Becky’s blog if you haven’t already!

Becky Rosty and the Rosty Twins


8 Things I Will Never Do Again After Having Worked In Retail

This summer is my first time working in retail, and let me tell you, it is not a walk in the park. There are angry people, there are crazy people, and there are not enough hours in the day nor ounces of patience for me to please all of them. I’ve been a retail shopper since I could walk, and probably even before that, but being on the other side for the first time has taught me a couple things. There are some things I will never do again now that I’ve worked in retail, like:

1. Put something back on a random shelf. Yes, I know where the Benefit mascaras go. No, I do not appreciate having to put one back because you shoved it on a shelf with the OPI nail polishes.
2. Spray ALL THE PERFUMES. I used to be so bad about this. One time at Bath and Body Works, I sprayed so many on my own arm that I needed more smell space, so I sprayed like 20 on my sister’s arm and caused her to break out in hives. Now, I curse the people that cause me to suffocate every time I wander by the fragrance aisle. Karma smells like a huge cloud of Katy Perry’s newest fragrance.
3. Complain when people ask me if I need help twenty times. It turns out, retail people are told by their bosses to check up on people. It’s not our desire to take you out of your shopping zone every five minutes by asking if you need anything or stalk you so we can sell you things.
4. Complain when register service is slow. There is probably someone ahead of you in line that has asked to exchange five things, wants to use fifty coupons, and refuses to pay in anything but arcade tokens. Please be patient. We are actually trying as hard as we can.
5. Ignore those stupid receipt surveys. I get my name circled on our break room bulletin board with a smiley face every time I get good reviews, and I get super excited when that happens. Or at least I will when that happens (no one has written in to sing my praises yet). If we were awesome, please tell us. You will put a smile on a short blonde girl’s face for a whole hour, and that’s worth five minutes of your time.
6. Fail to appreciate small lengths of time. I look forward to my 15-minute breaks like I’d look forward to a vacation in Jamaica. Fifteen minutes seems like two hours of bliss when you have been on your feet all day. I’ll never look at the clock and say “I only have half an hour…” because half an hour is actually forever in retail time. In a half an hour I can drive to Subway, order the exact same sandwich I always order, eat said sandwich, and sprint back to work.
7. Buy any more black business casual clothes. Where I work, we’re only allowed to wear solid black or solid white tops, with no patterns allowed. Do you know how bored this makes me? My wardrobe cried when I found this out. I had to actually go buy solid black things. Nope, never again. I will be embracing bizcaj color in all future jobs. You don’t know what you have ’til it’s gone.
8. Bring my children into a store if they cannot behave. I haven’t actually done this yet, seeing as I don’t have any children, but I will never, ever do this. I get that you want to shop, but please do not bring your five-year-old to run through our store and knock things off of all of the shelves. I think the reason why that is totally unacceptable speaks for itself.

Have you worked in retail? What are some things you’ve learned?

Xoxo, Taylor

The Pursuit of Irrelevance

Do you ever feel like everything you do on a daily basis is to achieve a goal?

I do. From the time I wake up in the morning to the time I go to sleep during the academic year, I feel like everything I do has to be important. Free time? I should probably go to bed early (goal: stockpile sleep for future late nights), or maybe I should go through my old emails and delete some. Maybe I should clean my room or get ahead for next week’s reading.

It’s like I’ve forgotten how to do things for no reason at all. When I was a kid, I didn’t play with Barbies with a goal in mind. I didn’t make mud pies in my backyard to hone my culinary skills (my future husband should be thankful that’s not the case). I didn’t do things for any reason at all. Some things I did were completely irrelevant.

And I miss that.

For most of us, life is a pursuit of relevance. What’s the most relevant internship I need to get to get this job? What are the things I need to do that are most relevant to me achieving my goal of having financial stability/finding a SO/etc, etc, etc.? But I think the things that make life rich are those we find in our pursuit of irrelevance.

Many of the best things in life are irrelevant. A vacation to Hawaii is in no way relevant to any life goal you might have (especially not saving money). An afternoon spent reading a good book won’t gain you fame. But those things are the things that give life dimension: the moments which get us nowhere while taking our minds elsewhere. And we know this intuitively; there are times where we choose sandy beaches and trash TV over number-crunching and the hustle and bustle of daily life.

This blog, for me, is irrelevant. I’m not getting paid to write it. I’m not hoping to get a career in journalism. I’m not writing to please anyone. Blogging is completely irrelevant to my life, and that’s what I love about it. It’s my time where I can sit down and do something that doesn’t count toward anything or achieve any end. Outside of this blog, I want to continue pursuing irrelevance. I want to continue to find things that don’t matter to anything or anyone but me, and then to do them. Maybe I’ll find a good fiction read for my free time, or I’ll set aside Friday night for the sole purpose of watching “Friday, Bride Day” on TLC. Maybe I’ll online window-shop or take up Pinteresting.

The chores of life may take precedence for they determine our means, but they often speak little to what really makes us happy. In the words of Ovid, “In our leisure we reveal what kind of people we are.”

***Credit to Sounds Like Orange for the inspiration for this post.

“Passion Comes on Little Cat Feet”

The absolute worst question you can ask a college student is “What are you doing after college?” Seems like an innocent enough question, after all, you’d think we’d know, considering that we have to be going to school for something. While it’s a valid question, it reminds us of how absolutely terrified we are about our futures.

We’re going to school for four years or maybe more to do something we have no idea if we’ll actually like. I’ve chosen a major from a list like you might choose a dish from a menu at a restaurant you’ve never visited. We’ve all done our research as best we can about what we might like to do, but at the end of the day, I don’t know what it’s like to work in marketing all day, every day. I can try and glean that from an internship, but I’ll never really know until I’ve spent four years studying and plenty of money on my education. Right now I’m interested in marketing, but will I be in five years? Ten years?

Like most college students, when I get asked this simple question, in the back of my mind I question my academic decisions. Have I found my passion and career? Will I know it when I do?

The issue of passion is what separates a life calling from a dead-end job. It’s the thing that leads people to throw away their careers, and it’s the lack of it that leads people to throw away their lives at a job they don’t love. Passion, I think, is what we’re really terrified about when we’re asked about our futures. Even if I don’t get a million-dollar job, I’ll find something. With a college degree, most likely I won’t go jobless. I think the fear isn’t in not finding a job, but in getting what we want and realizing it’s not what we want at all.

This isn’t unique to college students. For adults, the fear is the same, only there’s often a lot more on the line. Choosing a job which one is not passionate about may mean making a decision that can’t easily be changed because of obligations to earn money for family and to pay off debts.

This fear, while understandable, is keeping us from living. As a wise woman I knew once said, “Passion comes on little cat feet.” Finding one’s true passion in life is like stumbling upon a four-leaf clover on a meadow. You’re going to have to look through a lot of three-leaf clovers first.

So for college students and adults alike, your education will never be useless. Even if I graduate and realize I hate marketing and decide to go to law school or something, I’ll still have something interesting to say at cocktail parties. I’ll have a greater expanse of knowledge about the world and with the work put into gaining that knowledge I’ll have built my character in the process.

The same goes for jobs. Finding one’s calling means trying a lot of things that aren’t your calling. Having a job which you are not passionate about not only helps you narrow things down but can teach you skills you’ll need for your passion later. Maybe you realize you hate accounting and want to go into owning a bike shop instead. It will sure be helpful to know how all your bikes are valued when you’re looking at your taxes. (Business examples abound here; sorry I’m a business nerd.)

It is never too late in life to find your passion or to change passions should you find yourself passionate about something else. Every life experience you’ve had can only enrich what you bring to the table, regardless of whether your passion is career-related or you decide to pursue something different entirely.

So for those of you who are second-semester seniors and biology majors sitting in your Intro to Philosophy class going, “Oh no, what if I really like this….” There’s hope. The knowledge you gain is always valuable, whether intrinsically or extrinsically in what it taught you about being a learner. And for those of you who are already in the workforce, if you haven’t been listening, start. You might not have heard passion meowing at your door, but that doesn’t mean it’s not there.