Monday, December 20, 2004

sleepy antiqueness


My little sister is at a sleepover. I remember those days, except I only had a handful (less than) of friends whose houses to sleepover, but its all good. It's so weird to see her growing up and all. I feel really old and I want to protect her from all of the holes I fell into and the mistakes that I've made, but I realize that I probably wouldn't be who I am now if I hadn't gone there. To fix her life such that she has no experiences of her own would not be good for her at all. I guess that is the realization parents come to when they decide to loosen the reigns and let allow their children to grow up. I don't know. There's probably a lot more to it than I can understand right now. I really wish it was this time next year. I would hopefully be preparing for my final semester at Tech and preparing for my life to start. This is not life, this is college. I still want my own house, my husband, 2.5 children and little house dog. I guess I want a lot, but is that too much to ask in life though? I don't think so. I really can not wait until I graduate. I must ask myself though, do I really want to leave all of this behind? By this I mean, being able to come to my parents house and be treated like a princess. Somewhere in between adult and little girl I have the autonomy of a 20 year old, but my parents take care of me and do extra things for me...like sending my presents off to New Orleans instead of making me get off my butt and do it. Ya know? I mean once I move out of the house, I'm out and this little groove that has been formed by my life as as young daughter will soon be leveled and I will either be mostly out on my own or I will have the responsibilties of financial stability and motherhood and wifehood. Dad would be semi-replaced by a husband who takes care of me and does little nice things for me and protects me as best he can. All of that sounds lovely, but there has to be a bit of nostalgia associated with the transition. And pregnancy, that must be a trip. Having my OWN child, has got to be mind-blowing. This has to be one of the best times and simultaneously the most frustrating times of my life. In this moment I am suspended between young adulthood and "grownfolk"-hood. It's like here I am at the brink of a fantastic life journey and there is sooo much to think of and expect and look forward to, so much to imagine and be happy about and daydream about. It's great. At the same time, it's slightly frustrated because patience must come along with my current position in life. I must wait for fireworks. I must hold off on the life and family of my own thing. Now is not exactly the time. It would be something better enjoyed if I wait and I know that. That's why I'm not trippin over this stuff. I guess all of this is what my mind's been filled with recently. Anyways...

Man, I am such a antique jewelry buff, well actually I like Edwardian and art deco rings to be exact. Well, I found this really nice website www.circa1930s.com (doesn't exist anymore apparently). If I had money I'd buy a ring off of there. I wonder if some people actually do order engagement rings and things like that online. It doesn't sound very wise to order the entire ring online, but maybe the setting (to get the diamond) later), I dunno. But yeah Edwardian and art deco stuff is so cool. I like Kate Hudson's ring, definitely art deco. It's gorgeous. I don't know what it is that I like about that stuff. Maybe I'm just history chick. History is very important to me and maybe to have an actual antique ring or a ring characteristic of what someone may have worn when my grandparents were my age is just my "thing" or something. It's craziness. I guess everyone has things they would collect if they could. Mine would be antique/antique-styled rings, not too flashy, but unique with a story behind them...just like the house I want to live in when I am financially secure. Ok, blah blah blah enough. I'm going to bed now.

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