**UPDATE** NO #ANNSFACE on The Talk tomorrow. I repeat NO #ANNSFACE. Turns out CBS WAS kidding and new exec prod decided no more follow friday segment. Perhaps new exec prod caught a glimpse of #ANNSBANGS!
ITEM: OH THE HUBRIS!! I started a Chicos twitter/facebook feud and lost.
It started like this:
“Do you ever have one of those days when you look down and realize you’re UNINTENTIONALLY CHICOS?”
When the inevitable Chicos Backlash came I tried contrition:
Dear Chicos and lovers of Chicos and @mollydcampbell I am sorry I used your name in vain. Again. Flow on with your gauzy selves! FLOW ON.
The feud ended with one of my fashion icons/dear friend Maria (she teaches at FIT in NYC) schooling me with the fact that SHE sometimes thrifts things with the label de CHICOS.
ITEM: I met Suzy Soro in LA. She drove me around and gave me gifts and told me to take my leggings off from under that dress, for God’s sakes they look like pajamas. AND I DID. Suzy is powerful and wields a huge crucifix and a cane in her car, so you listen to Suzy.
ITEM: I’ve started 4 different essays, all of which go nowhere. Unlike these poignant ITEMS.
ITEM: I wrapped a national show and struggle to say sufficient thank yous when thank you isn’t sufficient. By “wrapped” I mean the shows have ended but the work of LTYM keeps pulling me along at a frantic pace. I’ve had to say no to things and cut back on things and disappointed at least one friend in the process. I still don’t feel like I have available headspace to blog or write, but I still manage a rigorous snacking schedule. I’ve watched the LTYM Austin videos and suddenly realized that HOLY.SHMOLY.ON-A-POLEY! This happened. You can watch them too. They are really really good and moving and even brilliant thanks to Wendi and Jennifer and the cast. See? Insufficient thank you.
ITEM: I had the pleasure of being interviewed by journalist Jennifer Mendelsohn for this story that ran in The New York Times. It’s not about blogging or writing or LTYM. It’s about the Happy Pancakes Witch movie, which of course you remember. You remember? ANYONE??
Still from Winter of The Witch |
ITEM: I created an LTYM photo montage promo thingee that turned out pretty well even though Suzy Soro asked me what the hell I was thinking with my choice of music and if I’m 100 years old and maybe hearing impaired. Maybe I am because I didn’t listen to Suzy and I still LOVE Hot Club of Cowtown for letting me use their charming song “Secret of Mine.”
ITEM: If CBS is not fooling you will see #ANNSFACE for a few minutes on The Talk‘s Follow Friday video feature tomorrow May 27th. Depending on how much they edit, #ANNSFACE will even say a thing or two.
ITEM: How I’ve struggled. With my bangs. But I’m not ready to talk about that yet.
ITEM: I’ve felt inspired by 3 of my girlfriends running their first half-marathon in honor of one of their Mamas, Judy, in her second bout with Cancer. I’ve ridden a swell of fear and dejection seeing images and reading about the Tornadoes in Joplin and elsewhere. I’ve felt humbled over the life I get to lead. I tried not to punish myself during first-grade reading time when the book mentioned eating too much food and I asked the kids about their favorite food and if they ever eat too much of it. The moment it came out of my mouth, my brain screamed DUH ANN HALF THESE KIDS DON’T HAVE ENOUGH TO EAT EVER YOU DUMMYSNACKHO.
ITEM: I’ve tried to slow down and make room in my brain and my soul and for the enormous squash-eating LTYM baby, and enjoy my kids and remember people I love and acknowledge them on their birthdays and important crap like that. My brother turns 40 soon and how did that happen and my beloved mommy just sent me another one of those “I’m making a few tweaks to my end of life plan!” emails. Life is not slowing down.
ITEM: I’ve begun to feel writer’s block-y and afraid of my blog so I made myself sit down and write this and stop forcing the other four making-no-sense essays. Because that is the only way through—HIT PUBLISH. I also changed the context, so instead of writing in my home office I’m at the coffee shop and LOOK AT THE BRILLIANCE. But if you’re stuck on something, changing the context helps **
ITEM: I’ve been reading about servant-leadership and synchronicity and thinking about the kind of leader I’d like to be as LTYM grows. I specifically never wanted to lead an organization, or be a “leader.” Except a snack line-leader, because of first-dibs on choice snacks. My life’s work has finally found me and it thrills me and sometimes terrifies me. I’m making a vow right now to never be the friend that makes other friends wear company-embroidered polo shirts, or God Forbid give company embossed leather goods as gifts. But while I’m on the topic of shirts, you should go buy one of Suzy Soro’s t-shirts on her sidebar. And Molly Campbell’s. I own both shirts and they are soft and cozy! Whistle some Cow Town at Suzy, and slap Molly a GO CHICOs high-five.
ONE LAST ITEM: I tried to craft yesterday. Bye!
**Free nugget for you
I love being first at this sanctuary.
Did Chicos write you on Twitter? I made an Omaha Steaks crack yesterday and the brand manager issued this mea culpa and wanted to send me free beef. But I’m a vegetarian…
I love that I actually knew these items instead of reading them for the first time, which means my plan to only read blogs that I can stay current with and actually invest in is working.
You’re a hot ticket, Ann.
Ann, Ann. 🙂 Fear not the blog. Ya still got it, baby.
And congratulations on LYTM. You truly are doing wonderful things.
Pearl
And to think: the blog is where it all started!
Just sitting here reading this and smiling. Proud of and admiring you.
And don’t worry about the bangs. Your bangs are fine. They actually looked quite cute on the Chicos day.
ITEM: you rule!
What a fascinatingly clever way to break down all the seemingly disparate events of your current life.
Right now we have these things in common: I, too, am afraid of my blog. (mostly since i haven’t updated it in lightyears)
also, my bangs. I bet you didn’t know I had bangs, but I do. I’ve been trying to trim them myself and it’s pretty awful.
What?
A cliffhanger?
“I tried to craft yesterday. Bye”
BYE???
I think we needs pictures of the crafts!
Afraid of your blog? Have you tried picturing it naked? I’ve heard that works.
DO NOT piss off the Chico’s mafia. That’s how I got the scar above my left eyebrow.
Chico’s chicks scare me. Don’t piss them off: they’ve got clunky jewelry that could do some serious damage to your pretty face. (In my house, I have a “I’ll divorce you and kick your MFing ass if any of my xmas gifts are from Coldwater Creek).
You are rocking and rolling, my friend. And by rocking I mean RAWKING. Get down with your bad self.
And: I totally get the moment during 1st grade reading time. Heart in throat. But you da bomb for going to read with the kids, and for having the wherewithal to reflect on yourself. xoxo
Oh, the Chicos….those women in the ads haunt me the later into my 40’s I get. Like I’m supposed to want to be them.
But I don’t.
Sorry I missed the Twitterfest, I would gladly have given up tweets for the cause!
I’m embarrassed to admit that I didn’t know what a Chico’s was so I had to run away to google it.
O. M. G. The models are all built like me: tall and boobless. I think I may start buying clothes again.
The rest of this piece? Icing on the cake. Now on to click on some of those links.
The enormous squash-eating LTYM baby is just going to eat you out of house and home, she’s going to get so big. Enjoy the ride, sister!
Yay Ann! See , you did it.
Joplin is one hour North of where I live. Denning, AR is just under 2 hours south. It’s the biggest thing in my head this week and I can’t blog about it because I just can’t. It’s too much.
Congrats on your squash eating baby. It’s beautiful (and a bruiser).
Good Lord I am DIZZY!! (And hiding anything I own that might bear the name Chico’s.)
And did someone mention pancakes? Cause I’m starving.
The Talk is dead to me now.
Oh Ann, you DummySnackHo, we love you. Congrats on all your wonderfulness. Seriously. You’ve worked so hard and you care so much. Don’t angst about the bangs, mine are like cumulus clouds where everyday we guess what shape they look like–today they resemble a bag of frozen corn. xxoo
I happen to LOVE the music you chose for the LTYM montage. Suck on that Soro. (KIDDING! Don’t hurt me Suzie!)
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, blogging is hard. (and apparently writing witty comments on blogs is too…)
Well, after hearing about your terrifying experience with the Chicos mafia, I am now considering killing my post about Coldwater Creek, lest the goddesses of middle-aged women who dress like elderly women trying to dress like middle-aged women should smite me and mine. Damn. And it was gonna be so frickin’ funny! (And sad. Because yes — I have actually purchased items there. Kill. Me. Now. So really, my post was going to be like a suicide note, because apparently I’ve hit my low-point).
The bangs will grow, and you will learn to love them. I think they’re cute as is. Buy some clips made for 2 yr olds and wear them proudly in your bangs and you’ll look like a total hipster.
Love the idea of changing context for writing. I’ve definitely found it helps.
Writer’s block, as you know, comes with the territory, except we should name it — writer’s constipation. Or Writers Gestation. Because that’s what it is. Stuff forming and brewing and kicking around our subconscious, not quite ready to make itself known yet as it finds its own shape and form. Doesn’t that almost sound zen? Except for the fact that I am somewhat experiencing it too and I want to slit my wrists… or cut my own bangs.. both of which are very hazardous indeed.
You rock. Even if you just dash off snippets of shit percolating in your brain, we will come and be happy. Don’t feel the need to pour out enormous posts that are entrees. Give us snack posts, oh queen of snacks! It’ll be easier on you, and we’ll still find them delicious.
I’m with Marinka. If The Talk doesn’t appreciate the awesomeness of #ANNSFACE and #ANNSBANGS, then they can talk to the booty (because the hand’s off duty).*
XO
A.
* I ripped that off from my daughter, btw.
I must leave comments in invisible ink because I thought I already left one here.
I bought stock in Chicos and eventually they tanked so bad my stock broker laughed in my face over the phone.
I first spelled Stockbroker like this: Stockborker. That way fits better, I assure you.
Congratulations on your recent recognition… and your bangs.
Um, I have no idea what a Chico is, except a city about an hour from my house that is known for their party college ranking in Playboy and for being the home of the Sierra Nevada brewery.
My son just got a job as the saucier chef at Sierra Nevada Brewery’s restaurant. This is a very big deal and I am very proud of him.
My daughter just got a job less than a week after graduating from Chico State as a legal secretary. I am very proud of her as well.
See how you’re not thinking about your problems anymore?
Cheers,
Casey
I’ve never worn anything Chico’s. Or even chic.
And also. I just love you. SO MANY TONS.
You are hilarious! You knew that. I am going to watch those videos from the Austin show now. I’ve been wondering what it would be like to be at one of your shows. One of these days I’ll make it to one!
Listen, when you conquer your bangs would you help me with mine? Oh, Ann, so many exciting things going on in your life. Must look at the NYT thingy. And also, you should read my Chico’s post. You would appreciate it. XOXO
PS – Just saw you nominated me for Voices of the Year! I am beyond flattered and am now wearing a t-shirt that says Nominated by Ann’s Bangs For Voices of the Year. THANK YOU!!!!
I’m sure that the Chico’s thing and the Talk thing are completely unrelated…in case you were worried.
Chico’s is one of those stores associated with “women of a certain age”. So I know what you mean. I’m sure I could go in and find several items to buy…but so could my mom. So there you have it.
I’m also feeling rather stalled when it comes to writing. Nothing stays with me long enough to become post material. And I really try to keep precious anecdotes to a minimum.
I attribute this apathy to my current focus on the decor site I’m working on for my parents’ shop. You know – since it’s a paying job… I should be networking in the design blog community, but it’s daunting since I’m not 30 with a cute new house to decorate, a pre-motherhood bank account, a budding interior design business and a handy husband to offer free labor for home projects. Isn’t there a design niche for almost 40 year old stay at home moms with tiny houses, no expendable cash for home decorating and a husband whose last do-it-yourself project put him in the ER with a broken foot? Sigh.
I’m afraid of my blog too or is it that I’m sick to death of it?
I loved this post. It reads like what is in my head. Not exactly what you’ve written, of course, but the tone of it – it matches what’s in my head.