Easy Summer Craft: Gold Painted Seashells

To me, summer = beach, beach = seashells. I have quite a collection – Panama City, North Myrtle Beach, Cannon Beach, several beaches in California and a beach in Mexico are represented.

Most of them have sat in my craft drawer or a jar on the bathroom counter, just waiting to a creative way to be displayed. Thank you, Pinterest.

In my summer bucket list post, I mentioned painting seashells. This is such an easy craft, it doesn’t really need a tutorial, but since I put my own spin on the Pinterest versions, and the shells turned out so well, I really just wanted an excuse to post pictures.

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My Summer Bucket List

 
  1. Go to California. At the time I made this list, I was in the car, on the way to California. Check. Subpoints: 
    1. Disneyland – check! Just when you think it can’t get more magical, you discover Tom Sawyer’s Island.
    2. Angel’s Game – check!
    3. Beach! – Can’t ever have too much beach time. Except when you get sunburnt, and it’s super windy. It was still fun. 
  2. Read Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone. I took care of this one at the beach and on the drive home. Check.
  3. Curate my summer wardrobe and personal style. To this end, I finally signed up for Stitch Fix. My first fix was a disappointment to be honest. I just kept a necklace. But I left more specific notes, so I have hopes that the second one will be better.
  4. Learn a new hairstyle. I’ve been in a rut – bun, or straightened. Once in awhile I pull it into a pony-tail to mix it up. While in LA, I shopped in the Fashion District and bought a curling wand for $20. I burned myself on the first curl, but it’s been all uphill since. Check.
  5. Paint Seashells. I pinned this last summer, and I finally did it! I love the way they turned out.
  6. Catch up on my magazines. I have a giant stack of Real Simples, InStyles, and Better Homes and Gardens on the coffee table I haven’t had time for. 
  7. Try a new drink. So many options, but also while in California, I had a peach southern sweet tea with peach schnapps, and other goodness. Check. 
  8. Watch 500 Days of Summer. A movie with Zoey Deschanel and Joseph Gordan Levitt? How have I not seen this? 
  9. Have a bonfire. I was in a beachy mood when I made this list. But I realized that it will still be in the upper 90’s at night here in the valley, so this might not be such a good idea.
  10. Go swimming once a week. So far, so good. Planning to swim again this weekend. 
Reading at the beach
Santee Alley in the Fashion District
Of the 10 things on my list, I’ve already done all but four, and I don’t think I even want to do the bonfire anymore. I think I need to aim higher – I still have over a month left of summer! 
I’m at a loss – it’s hard when it’s 120 degrees outside. Any ideas? Let me know in the comments!

Nicknames and Being My True Self

For the first time ever, I have a nickname other than abbreviations of my name, like Em or Emi. My co-workers gave it to me. It’s Bossy Sauce. 

It’s completely ridiculous. Here’s how it happened: One of my female co-workers was telling about the Sheryl Sandburg initiative #banbossy, intended to empower girls by not calling them “bossy,” but instead “strong-willed,” “leaders,” etc. I pulled the website up on my computer, and at the same time, one of the IT guys remotely connected to it to fix an issue I’d been having. The #banbossy campaign had the opposite effect for me – because of it, people started calling me bossy. And “sauce,” well, I have no idea. You’d have to ask Kyle.

But the nickname has stuck. It stuck, because it fit. 

I feel like my job requires me to do impossible things on a regular basis. Not exactly “impossible,” but beyond my skill set and comfort level. In order to do what needs to be done, I’ve adopted a sort of confident persona. I don’t like taking charge, but things have to get done. Bossy Sauce makes things happen.

In May, we visited family in Iowa for a week, and while there, I realized how much I’d changed. I felt a tension between wanting to act and think like my high school self, quiet, being a wallflower in conversations, and in general, blending in. But I knew that wasn’t who I was any more. Or was I? 

Was the confident version of myself just a cover up, or was it always there, deep down?

Why is it that I can stand up for myself at work, but not in other contexts?

I really thought I finally knew myself well. And then I changed.

And that’s why I want to blog. Since I have a full time job, the pressure to grow a following and gain sponsors is off, and I can just blog for myself again. 

It’s just difficult, when you have a full time job, that lately has required working 70ish hours a week. 

Even though my work involves lots of writing, I need to blog here still. Because this is where my true voice is. Blogging here feels like being my true self.

It feels good to be back.