Author: sumpat

Jamie and the Jones

It’s here! Nothing like a good mail day.

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On my mission for a more conscious closet, my purchase from Jamie and the Jones arrived this afternoon! They are a small design house in Nashville with a set, sophisticated collection of raw silk tops in a palette of neutrals.

I’m so excited to begin adding these two tops in my regular rotation. Clean, ethical (as far as silk can go… I know, a debatable topic for the silk worms. But the fiber is eco friendly), and hardy.

Next purchase from J&J will be a piece in black once I’ve saved up enough (including some extra for Elizabeth Suzanne’s Clyde Work Pants in cotton twill).

Staying the Path… Is Tough

Transitioning into clean green beauty took about 3 years of trial and error. Testing products was a big part of it. But I adhered to one rule – one in, one out. For every time I finished a “toxic” shampoo or face moisturizer, I replaced it with its green equivalent (or better). Sometimes, I’d splurge and get another clean green face moisturizer just to test out. At least I never looked back to my toxic old beauty/grooming routine.

2017 has inspired a new transition to tackle – that of slow fashion. I’m pretty frugal so saving up and budgeting isn’t too much of a problem. The main problem is my guilt about spending over a certain amount for a pair of pants or shirt. I’m so used to fast fashion’s insanely low costs that I forget to look at the real cost. The human lives living below wage and in danger to sew up trendy looks that will fall apart in a year. I’m proud to say my first few purchases of 2017 were clean and ethical! Slowly transitioning my wardrobe. I need to stick to the “one in, one out” rule. I bought two tops from Jamie and the Jones, a pair of pants from 1.61, and two sweaters from Everlane. I’ve already almost ruined one of the sweaters by snipping a snagged yarn. Lesson learned.

Speaking of bad moves, I bought a new leather bag. I am racked with guilt. As a pescatarian (a pseudo vegetarian who eats fish) slowly weening herself of seafood and vowing never to hurt an animal again, I fell hard for a beautiful bag by 324 New York. When offered a discount, I pounced. Without a second thought I bought the bag. The realization of what I’d done only hit me when I was holding the bag in my hands. Sculptural, sleek, impractical, and made of leather.

What animal had to suffer for this? I feel so terrible. I was going strong! I usually buy my purses from vegan brand, Matt & Nat. But this one bag with a very chic Instagram account made me abandon all of my ethics. I’m ashamed. I’ve considered selling it on Ebay or giving it away as a gift. But I’ve decided to keep it. It will serve as a daily reminder of why I aim for a cruelty-free lifestyle. There’s a sense of guilt every time I look at it. I promise never again.

This will be the beginning of thoughtful living and mindfulness. Ethical, cruelty-free, and clean.

Journey

“The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.” ―Marcel Proust

Ticket in hand,

Soaring through clouds about to burst.

Bloodshot eyes and an appetite for adventure.

Chatter of crowds engulf you,

Rickshaws and cars whizzing by at dizzying speed.

Intoxicating colors. Chaos and beauty-

This is what you live for.

Red dirt roads kicked up in the wind

Carry you away

Past purveyors of gourmet, goods, and gold.

Taste the world and savor the moment,

Tongue burnt from spices and fingers sticky with sweets.

You are a pioneer with every step you take.

A cosmic clash of curiosity

For virgin territories and deep oceans.

Romance and pleasure, solitude and suffering.

Stand at the edge of the precipice and shout –

The vast world consumes you.

Bullet trains and paper planes

Face pressed up against the glass

Eyes wide open. Full speed ahead.

Open roads trace your sweaty palms.

You carve out new paths with your feet

And new memories with your mind.

This journey takes you round and through.

The more you explore, the bigger your universe.

The more you explore, the more you become.

Come back to your familiar home

To dream of places unseen.

Stay curious.

What Makes Us Girls

What girl doesn’t like to be looked at in that certain way?

Taken or not, it secures her worth in men’s eyes.

Come here, speak with me, sit a while, and stay.

 

What girl, in her bleakest hours, doesn’t dream of her white-wedded day,

Yet enjoy the way a man dotes on her and hopes to pry?

You can dream of me, you can love me, but you’ll never have me play.

 

Being wanted and the allure of wanting to play

The mating game when it is most forbidden, when it becomes a lie.

Come here, speak with me, sit a while, and stay.

 

What could be better; the lifelong friendship of a diamond that never fades

Or the allure of longing gazes and the heavy sounds of men’s cries?

You can dream of me, you can love me, but you’ll never have me play.

 

Toy with them by night and tear their hearts out by day,

There’s nothing more satisfying than knowing that you’re mine,

Come here, speak with me, sit a while, and stay.

 

Playing an unacknowledged game, we’ll never pay,

This is what makes us girls and this is what makes us fine.

Come here, speak with me, sit a while, and stay.

What girl doesn’t like to be looked at in that certain way?

Older Girls

I grow up and I go down thirty stories,

Growing up in the 212

Everyone so proper,

Watching what the older girls do.

 

Growing up in the 212,

Dresses and pearls, I play dress up with the pretty girls

Watching what the older girls do,

Charming their way through life.

 

Dresses and pearls, I play dress up with the pretty girls

They primp, they curl, they drink, they smoke,

Charming their way through life,

I’ll learn the ropes cuz I’m a big girl, too.

 

They primp, they curl, they drink, they smoke,

Momma doesn’t have to know that I’m in the big league now,

I’ll learn the ropes cuz I’m a big girl, too

I grow up and I go down.

 

Momma doesn’t have to know that I’m in the big league now,

Walking these perfect streets all mean,

I grow up and I go down

On those boys’ hearts.

 

Walking these perfect streets all mean,

I’ll charm ‘em and lure ‘em,

Oh those boy’s hearts,

Getting the big fish now.

 

I’ll charm ‘em and lure ‘em

Like the older girls do with the sway of their hips,

Getting the big fish now,

There’s nothing Momma can do to stop me.

 

Like the older girls do with the sway of their hips

I’ll do to those boys with the sight of my lips,

There’s nothing Momma can do to stop me,

I’ll pretend to know what the older girls know.

 

I’ll do to those boys with the sight of my lips,

What no one else in the 212 can do,

I’ll pretend to know what the older girls know

And the boys will be begging for more.

 

What no one else in the 212 can do,

I’ll do it real good,

And the boys will be begging for more,

And the boys will never leave me alone.

 

I’ll do it real good,

I never want to be alone,

And the boys will never leave me alone

And I’ll never die alone.

 

I never want to be alone,

Everyone’s so proper,

And I’ll never die alone

Growing up and going down thirty stories in the 212.

Throwback Thursday

On the Pursuit of Knowledge

There are two things that truly embodied my childhood; frequent visits to The American Museum of Natural History and monthly issues of National Geographic. I was constantly inspired to try new feats and see new sights. I went through several career aspirations; mad scientist (i.e. little Suman’s idea of a chemist), marine biologist, archaeologist, Egyptologist, writer, musician, English teacher abroad, architect, just to name a few. The first time I visited the AMNH was in first grade of elementary school. Went with my parents almost every year after that. I also went there on a school field trip in second grade. We learned about rocks and minerals and came away with goody bags full of inspiration. I coveted my clear rock-filled pencil, geology coloring book, and collection of rocks. That day has a special place in my memories. It epitomizes everything I love about learning; the thrill of discovery (and shopping at gift stores). The Hayden Planetarium was also a favorite every time I went with my dad. Not too long thereafter, my dad subscribed to the National Geographic print magazine (funny how I have to mention print, versus digital nowadays). National Geographic was my first taste of armchair travelling. The brightly colored photographs and eloquent writings opened the world to me. I learned new words and explored new lands with every turn of the page. AMNH and National Geographic supplemented my education in a way nothing else could.

On the Definition of Heaven
As young as age 8, I dreamed of college. I’m not sure where I picked up the word or the idea of it. But I was obsessed. I knew of no Ivy names or personas in academia. At the age of 8, my oldest friend was a sixth grader. She was mature and intelligent. I imagined her gearing up for college after sixth grade graduation. Nobody told me the journey was a little more complicated than that. Anyway, picture a pristine campus full of white marble buildings in Gothic architecture and patches of lush green grass, beams of sunlight trickling magically through clouds with angels serenading me in the background. That was the heaven inside my head.

Prima Donna

I once dreamt of everything that glittered like gold. Now I

Swim in pungent perfumes and flush furs and what must they think,

Those onlookers? My Louboutins commanding attention as they stab concrete, it

Feels so fabulously light, to view the world from Versace rose-colored glasses, those outsiders must

Be green. And my world is green; filled with green and silk Hermes. What a world to be

Living in where you sparkle under Swarovski chandeliers and float on marble, so lonely;

Crisp Benjamin’s are my army; Battles to

Be won; a prima donna reigns with glitter, gold, diamonds, and cake and must simply be

Fabulous; nothing else is better than living like a God.