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Day 35 – Thursday

Ena - Day 35

Ena: Further to yesterday’s post regarding the difficulty of posing for pictures, I would just like to reiterate that – unless you are a model – trying to look comfortable, natural, and happy in front of the camera is infinitely more challenging when you are surrounded by nosey strangers.  During the course of this project, Bina and I have had many hilarious and humiliating moments while out posing for and snapping the day’s pictures.  We have been “caught” by co-workers, ogled by construction workers, and offered advice by delivery people.  By far, the most mortifying moment to date involved our very bizarre mailman and a small blue truck, but that’s a story for another time.

Today it was particularly challenging to find a location free from curious passersby which made my self-imposed task of attempting to remain sunglasses and scowl free all the more difficult.  Needless to say, I am not happy with today’s pictures.  But, the blame does not lie entirely with our unsolicited audience or my loss of props; it is difficult to pose for and be happy with pictures when you hate what you’re wearing.

A funny thing about this project is that it has made me feel terrible about myself almost as many times as it has made me feel great about myself…almost.  Before I was trying, even if I showed up looking poorly put-together and schlumpy, I was usually comfortable in the clothes I wore to work both physically and emotionally.  But now, if I have one of those I-have-nothing-to-wear days and leave the house in one of those I-hate-what-I’m-wearing outfits (like today), chances are that I’ll spend most of my day in a bad mood.  I have learned that clothing can be a very powerful thing.

But, I have also learned that no matter how powerful clothing may be, yoga is always more powerful.  After leaving my yoga class this afternoon, I no longer cared what I was wearing, I felt like a million bucks; which is funny because later I’m sure I’ll feel like I was hit by a million trucks.  Oh well, physical pain is a small price to pay for coming to terms with my insecurities and learning that, even when I feel like I am moving in the wrong direction, every step I take brings me one step closer to becoming the person I want to be.

Bina - Day 35

Bina: Hi, I’m Crap Bag. If you need an easy way to remember it, just think of a bag of crap.  Okay, maybe I don’t look like a bag of poo but I don’t look all that great either.  My outfit’s just lazy.  I like the top, which was a Forever21 gift a few years ago, but I hate how my jeans are all bunchy (probably partly because of my weight loss).  And I also kinda look like the poor man’s version of Ena on Day 30.  I probably could have figured out a more fashion-forward way to wear this shirt if I took more time, but that’s okay. These days are bound to happen.   It’s only 4 work days into the new year, and already I feel exhausted.  I think my closet is kind of exhausted too.  If it warms up, I’ll have a few more options, but otherwise I’m gonna need to start getting really creative with layering.  On the fashion blogs, the models look all cute and bohemian and whimsical when they do it, and when I try to do it in real life, I fear I’ll just look like a homeless person who’s lost her mind.  If that is the case, then you can call me Princess Consuela Bananahammock.

But I gotta shake things up, cuz this week’s photos of me are kind of boring; I’ve been retreating back to my jeans a little too much.  I think Ena and I have both hit a humiliating little wall with the pictures and our outfits – and hopefully a $20 spree at the thrift store this weekend will help spice things up.  However, I will say I’m proud that I finally feel like I look nice, if not always stylish, when I leave the house; it definitely makes me feel more attractive and confident wherever I go.  And tonight I will be shaking things up at my second Tahitian dance class, and I’m happy to report that I woke up actually looking forward to it.


Day 33 – Tuesday

Ena - Day 33

Ena: Alright, blah!  Today is boring, or – to be more accurate – today I am boring.  Boring pants, boring top, boring accessories,…boring, boring, boring.  In particular on this boring day, I am so bored with my boring hair that I want to rip it right out of its boring roots.  That would definitely not be boring.  I should do it.  Maybe I will.

I suppose that today’s lone high note is my shiny patent leather mary-jane flats which, though I quite like them, I have not worn in quite a while (because I am boring) and which I am very excited to start wearing again.  We have been so busy at work for the past month that I have had very little time to peruse my favorite fashion blogs in search of inspiration – work can be terribly inconvenient sometimes – and my wardrobe is beginning to feel…well, more boring.

Bina and I have just made tentative plans for a thrift-shop outing this weekend and I do hope that we make it happen and that we are able to find some pieces to spice up our wardrobes as well as our attitudes.  One other thing that I hope to accomplish this week – which is why I am including it in this post  – is to place a call to the Los Angeles Public Library inquiring about their volunteer opportunities, something I have been meaning to do for a long time.  I am hoping that my fear of disappointing all five of our readers will help me complete my task and save myself from my boring life.

Bina - Day 33

Bina: The sweater I’m wearing today was a gift from one of my many cousins. I call her Didi which means “older sister” in Hindi.  I really like my new sweater, especially because it was given to me with such love.

I was on my way to my first Tahitian dance class today (more on that later) when I returned a call to Didi. She wanted to tell me about something her 9-yr old son, Abhi, said about me.  He calls me Masi which loosely translates to “Second Mother.”  I love this boy. He’s one of the biggest lights of my life, and he’s such a sweetheart!  I had called him over Christmas break in Texas to make plans, and when he hung up with me, he promptly turned to his Mom and announced, “I’ve got a date with Masi – better pick up some flowers!”  Too cute. I don’t know where he gets it, but he’s teaching my Dad a thing or two.  Upon learning about Abhi’s chivalry via Facebook – God bless the internet – he returned home from a shopping excursion with flowers for both me and my mother! This is very out of character; I had to check to see if he had a fever.  Needless to say, my mother was elated at the surprising little gesture.  Anyway, Didi wanted to share an anecdote with me about a conversation Abhi remembered from our “date.”  Abhi had asked me if I was older or younger than one of our relatives who just had an arranged marriage in India.  When I told him I was older, he seemed surprised and wanted to know why she got married before me.  I tried to explain that people are different and I haven’t met the right person yet and I’m not in a rush to get married.

I guess he took that conversation to heart because the next day he told his mom, “Masi said she’s not in a rush to get married.”  He had questions, and she tried to explain that most of our relatives had gotten arranged marriages, and that I wanted a “love marriage” which sometimes takes longer to find.  He was still perplexed and said “But Masi doesn’t need a love marriage because we already love her.”  Awwwww. (But I still don’t think I’ll be getting that arranged marriage.)

I had to hang up the phone to go into that Tahitian dance class I mentioned earlier.  Holy. Crap. What a workout.  It was like a freakin’ Shakira video up in there – nobody’s hips were lying about anything, they were just shaking and circling like crazy.  I needed some discipline in my life and this is how I’ve decided to get it – twice a week, busting my ass at Nonosina Polynesia.  I was inspired by my mother to sign up.  In the last couple of years, she finally found her passion – Hula and Tahitian dance – and I’ve never seen her happier.  It’s truly a beautiful, beautiful thing.  Though  I don’t know yet if Tahitian dance will be my new Passion, it’s definitely a step in the right direction.  It felt really good to dance again.  And I wasn’t too shabby for my first class.  I got the Bollywood hips down; I can do this.


Day 29 – Monday

Ena - Day 29

Ena: Well, it’s still raining here in Los Angeles.  It’s relentless, which is fitting since I am drowning in work.  I know, I know, I shouldn’t complain – none of us Angelenos should – but I’m gonna.  It’s terrible.  I hate it.  It makes me want to stay inside under a blanket.  It makes me want to wear pajamas and galoshes to work.  It makes me whine.

Perhaps worst of all, it makes me realize just how ill-equipped we – and our beautiful city – are for dealing with a little rain.  In all seriousness, it’s only been raining for four days (straight!), yet everything seems to be falling apart.  Our recently burned hillsides are sliding, our usually underworked gutters are spewing out water, and our streets have been plagued with an epidemic of potholes.

As for me, I have realized just how spoiled – and dry – I usually am.  My roof appears to have a leak (who knew?) and I am hoping that I do not return home tonight to find that my ceiling and my floor have become intimately acquainted.  My very cheap and very non-leather boots which I had considered great for wet weather also appear to have a leak (again, who knew?) and I have been walking around all day with soggy socks.  Also, I realized sometime this weekend that I do not have a raincoat – that is, a coat which is waterproof – and that I have become quite soft since leaving Seattle.

If this rain does not stop soon, I will be forced to get “creative” with my ensembles.  I plan to go home this evening and toss my closets looking for chic, stylish clothes which are well suited for work and bad weather.  I also plan to find nothing at all matching that description.  This is going to get interesting.

Bina - Day 29

Bina: Okay, I like the rain and all, but goodness, this is a lot of rain!  The torrential downpour has thwarted our best efforts to take pictures today, so this is what you get – photos of me and Ena toting umbrellas in our matching boots and knee-socks (apparently our fashion cycles have sync’d up) and with slightly frazzled looks on our faces.

Today’s outfit was inspired by my viewing of Black Swan this weekend.  (I was originally wearing ballet flats but had to switch to boots to maneuver puddles.)  Whoa.  I really do feel a doctor’s note should be required prior to seeing that movie.  Upon leaving the theatre, I felt deranged and a little nauseous.  (I felt even weirder about the fact that I got to my car and there was a pack of tissues from Jesus on my windshield.)  Being inside Natalie Portman’s head like that was viscerally upsetting, but of course, I thought it was very good.  And though I was nowhere near the caliber of dancer depicted in the movie, it reminded me that I used to love to dance.  In 2011, I plan to shake my booty again.  I will be trying out aerial dancing as well as Tahitian dance, and maybe some other forms as well.  I really think it would help raise my spirits to get my groove on, you know?

Black Swan reminded me about something else I used to possess: Ambition.  I don’t know where it went.  Hello?  It’s around here somewhere….I’ll find it – just as soon as I can look at myself in the mirror again…