Simple, Spiritual, Outdated Living in a Vintage New England Home on the Southern Coast of Maine

Wednesday, July 27, 2016

A Peek at Peaks

Portland, Maine, in particular the Old Port is the place to be if you like the water! Wayne and I took a round-trip ferry ride to Peaks Island. Ready for the ride?

Looking out at South Portland as we head away from the terminal.

Wayne loves boats. He built yachts and designed yacht systems for almost two decades!

It was a hot day so the cool breeze felt great. The cute little lighthouse is Breakwater Lighthouse also known as "Bug Light."

Pretty sails!

Casco bay is filled with not just sailboats but yachts, paddlers and speed boats.

This sail boat is very impressive!

Oopsie. Someone needed a tow.

Approaching Peaks Island...

Close-up of a couple of kids having fun. They dove into the water as we passed them.

See that crowd waiting to get on the ferry back to Portland? To the left is a bar that has a "Reggae Sunday." It's popular with literally boatloads of college kids. We stayed on the ferry because we were just on it for the ride.

The other passengers seemed to enjoy the views and breeze on the way back.

Back on land, gulls were playing in a parking lot puddle even though there's an entire bay feet away. 

Speaking of gulls, when docking I witnessed a gull gulp down a large flopping fish! I wish I had caught it on camera but it happened so quickly.

After the ride we had the memories. And boat hair.

Sunday, July 24, 2016

Scarborough River Wildlife Sanctuary

This morning I walked the trail at the Scarborough River Wildlife Sanctuary.

I passed a cormorant that seemed to be watching the tide come in.

Usually there are many egrets but I didn't see any this morning.

It's going to be in the upper 80s today and somewhat hazy which you can see from the sky.

Low tide means you can see the rocks and formations.

There were very few people out this time of morning other than an occasional jogger or cyclist.

A cormorant faced the road, wings spread. They do it to dry their wings, but it looked like he was flashing the passing cars! 

Friday, July 15, 2016

Vintage Inspired Mexican Muslin Cotton Peasant Tops!

Hey all. I hope it's not too hot where you live. It's over 90 here in Maine!

I recently was on a quest to buy a colorful, embroidered Mexican peasant top made from a natural cotton, the kind that was very popular in the 1970s. I did a search on ebay, and this came up in the results:

A brand new made in China "vintage" 70s "Mexican" blouse. Right. Besides the yeahokwhatever factor, the tops weren't the look I was seeking. 

Then I came upon another seller offering new Mexican "100% cotton" tops. The model doesn't look happy about wearing them! I didn't like the look of the fabric which reminds me of nurse scrubs.

I noticed some other sellers offering very similar tops, also advertised as 100% cotton. In one such listing I spotted THIS:

So yeah, not 100% cotton and definitely not a natural ecru heavyweight fabric.

I do a lot of shopping on Amazon but I didn't have good luck for this particular quest there, either. The tops I saw were just like those on ebay. I read some reviews that confirmed that one vendor in particular was selling a cheap poly blend and not the advertised 100% cotton.

Then I got lucky. I found a vendor on ebay that is based in Mexico, and saw this beautiful top that I'm wearing in front of Tiny Tim's garden:

Unlike the other vendors that didn't picture the actual blouse you'd receive but instead included the disclaimer that what you get "will vary from what's shown," the seller showed a photo of the actual top. I could tell from looking at it that it was a true natural cotton, unbleached. It came with a hand woven belt, too. It was gorgeous and the price? Insanely low considering the artistry involved! Two weeks later (shipping can take awhile but worth the wait!) it arrived and I'm so happy with it that I ordered three more tops, all with different fits and embroidery. The seller combined shipping--normally $10 each piece--so I was able to save $20 on shipping all three. I'll update with pics when they arrive if there's any interest.

As for sizing, they provide the actual measurements when the garment is laying flat. No vanity sizing madness!

Here is a link to the seller's store. Let me know if you end up ordering from them and how it turns out! I'm in no way affiliated with them and don't earn any kickbacks. This is a legit review. : )

Tuesday, July 12, 2016

Hashtags aren't conversations; memes aren't activism.

"We must always take sides. Neutrality helps the oppressor, never the victim. Silence encourages the tormentor, never the tormented."

The above quote appeared in a meme in my Facebook feed as a passive aggressive way to suggest that anyone who wasn't speaking out on social media about the recent Dallas tragedies is either a part of the problem or doesn't care.

I don't think Elie Wiesel was referring to social media in his Nobel acceptance speech, especially since it didn't exist in 1986. I saw him speak in NYC in the 1980s, read the book Night in grade school and have a great deal of respect for him.

But to back up a minute, last month I deactivated my Facebook account for two weeks to detox from the vitriol, snark and angrier than thou sanctimony that was a common theme in my Facebook feed. As a friend of mine confided in me as to why he completely went nuclear and permanently deleted his account: "Facebook isn't good for my brain."

Over the past few years I watched my Facebook transform, generally speaking and certainly not applicable to everyone on my friends list, from a place to share personal photos, music videos and interesting links to a platform for "engaging" in a battle of witless snark, self-righteous rage and a mindless stream of memes in place of honest, respectful dialogue. 

Sometimes I'd bite the bait and it was never productive.

I decided to try to ignore it and simply post positive, personal things, but that was difficult. There were men in my feed who shamed women who wouldn't vote for Hillary Clinton by labeling them as "antifeminist," anti-women and setting the country back because of it (having nothing to do with Trump, this was when Bernie was still in the running). 

Other friends expected their friends to like and share the posts of whatever their cause was, or buy their daughter's multi-level marketing jewelry, essential oils, etc.

Some people would post endless images of abused animals as if simply posting them without taking constructive action and depressing people was helping the cause. (I'm a regular donor to my local animal shelters and volunteered full time for a summer at the ASPCA during college).

There's more to it but I knew I had to take a break. Ignoring things began to become an energy drain because really I couldn't. I knew I could simply hide people from my feed without unfriending them, but then they might post something like their cat died and I'd miss it, and then they'd think I didn't care. I was putting too much mental energy into the whole thing and for what? Was there any real connection and meaningful dialog happening for me on Facebook? Would I lose touch with people if I went off the social media grid and relied on phone calls to connect?

Those two weeks were wonderful! I spent more time paying attention to the here and now and my immediate surroundings. I revisited neglected hobbies and books. I smiled more. I felt centered and relaxed. I wondered if I needed new friends.

So why didn't I do a full delete after that point? I wanted to try a new approach. I wasn't ready to call it splitsville.

My new tactic after my two week detox was to unfollow most everyone in my feed except for those who were using Facebook in the old-school way: basically posting pics of their dinner, gardens and cats. I would let go of the worry of a Facebook friend thinking ill of me if I missed an important update. The price to stay "connected" was too high. Ultimately the people who I consider "real" friends, truly we shouldn't need Facebook to stay connected. 

It seemed to be working for me! My feed was relatively quiet! I still was able to follow local news stories and engage with "liked" businesses and organizations. A bit off topic, but a couple of years ago I was driving on a main drag and saw a stream of business signs asking (begging) people to "like" them on Facebook, as if they had succumbed to a juvenile popularity contest.

As for what I post, other than occasional pics of my dinner and Tiny Tim, I maintained my resolve to not post anything outside of that. I have a blog for a reason: I know that not everyone cares about retro dieting, for example, so I post it here. I never push it on anyone.

Those of you who follow my blog and read my first book know that I am not afraid of controversy, but that doesn't mean I court or enjoy it. I am passionate about many causes with which I am active in my local community and trying to be a part of positive changes. There are topics like my sobriety and weight loss that I share with the world because I believe I can be a part of the solution despite the inevitable misunderstandings and judgements sometimes made about me. I have a list of causes I have yet to address but I hope to get to them soon.

The problem is that I have more causes than energy and time. I can't address them all and my "Type A" personality has negatively affected my health. I have been addressing that by taking more time to just "be" and to unplug from technology.

So back to Facebook. The honeymoon period with my rekindled "let's keep this light this time" romance with Facebook ended when the  seemingly universal passive aggressive blanket assumption that anyone who does not make a formal statement on social media condemning tragic current events, Elie Wiesel's quote applies to them. 

Somehow Facebook and social media in general seems to have developed an over-reliance on memes, hashtags, snark and rage in place of people coming together, all of us broken in our own ways, no better than anyone else, to connect online and have awkward but authentic conversations. We seem more disconnected from each other than ever, and most importantly, disconnected from ourselves.

For two weeks I didn't check my phone while waiting in line at the grocery store, or while waiting for an estate sale to open, or sitting in my sunroom. I had forgotten how much I missed being truly present in the moment, and how nourishing it was! I resolved to keep that going.

Anyway, I apologize for this tl;dr post. I'll close with another tl;dr conclusion (sorry):

I know, like, what the heck? I took that pic yesterday while driving back from a walk. A man dressed as a monk carrying a large wooden cross on his back was walking along the road. What was that all about? Clearly he has a literal "cross to bear." But all of us do. Many many crosses. Racism may affect you personally. Maybe you are a cop or your have a family member who is. Perhaps you are struggling with an addiction, active or recovering from it one day at a time, depression, anxiety, or serious mental illness. Anti-Semitic sentiments are still alive and I shudder at some of the things I've read online. Locally a swastika was spray painted on someone's driveway. Domestic violence, childhood sexual abuse (of which I am a victim), environmental disasters, genocide, the list goes on! 

Imagine the man above trying to literally juggle multiple giant crosses in the air. He wouldn't be able to keep up. No one can. He'd collapse under the weight. 

Being enraged all the time and posting about it isn't a workable solution. Being "quiet" and taking time to recharge and be effective with the things you can change seems to be the way to go! 

I can't control what people think about me, my "silence" or the things I have communicated. A cross I will no longer bear, however, is the idea that I have to parade these crosses on social media to prove that I know they exist and am struggling with the solutions, too.

Sunday, July 10, 2016

Celebratory "Lobstah" for 22 years!

Yesterday Wayne took me out for lobster at our favorite five star lobster dive for the freshest lobster, crispiest fries, crunchiest slaw and dynamic waterside views to celebrate 22 years since my last drink.

As you can see it was a misty early evening but that only added some coastal charm. 

I don't celebrate milestones in my sobriety in the manner of: "Phew! I made it another year! How long can I keep this up?" It really is a happy day to think of how much my life has improved for the better since then. It's the same with when I started eating retro. I'm loving it! Counting calories, cooking wholesome foods from scratch and moving around more is not something I endure to maintain a healthy weight. I enjoy it! As you can see I still eat out and am not missing out on good times.

Self-care feels good!

Monday, July 4, 2016

July 4th Weekend in Pictures

Walking along the trail at Crescent Beach State Park, Cape Elizabeth

First pick from Tiny Tim's garden!

Three dories, Kennebunkport


 Happy days!