America, Culture, Family, Fashion, Funny

Name Dropping 

Sometimes I wonder if other people notice what a spaz I am, or if it’s just me? I feel like it’s pretty noticeable. I trip over things, spill stuff on myself, get my words confused, ask unnecessary questions, and the list could go on. I always hope that it comes off as endearing. If not, atleast my intentions are pure. That counts right? 

There are a few areas where I shine though. I make friends easily, so that’s a positive. And, I’m usually good with remembering names. Also very useful. I’m afraid my skills might be lagging a little bit lately, though. 

I don’t usually run deliveries for Skyline. There are a few reasons for this:

1) I’m bad with directions. And when I run deliveries, I have to string together a bunch of different places into one cohesive drive so that I’m not back-tracking. It’s a difficult task for me, to say the least. Which is to say that I back track a lot. 

2) I’m the one who sits behind a desk all day and answers emails for all of the customers that we make the deliveries to. So, it’s hard to get away at the time that the deliveries need to be made.

But, occasionally, I’m the one who has to go out. Which happened this week, twice. 
I had to go one day to meet with a teacher that saw us at the Teacher Expo. He’s a spry, little old man, with wire rimmed spectacles. I hope you’re getting a good picture of him. His name is Leroy. He’s sweet and called me to talk for 10 minutes about his robotics team that he needed to order polos for. We had a good chat and I told him I’d bring by some samples. 

Fast forward to me walking into the school. I walk up to the desk in the office and they ask me to sign in. The secretary informs me that they would usually scan my driver’s license, but the machine is broken. (Which was good for me, seeing as how I had forgotten my driver’s license at home that day and was driving around all day without my ID. What was that about being a spaz?) So, sign in. Check. 
Then, she asks me: who are you here to see? 

At this point, I remember his name is Leroy, but I can’t think of what his last name is. So, instead of just saying that, I say the first last name that pops in my head. 

Brown.

Leroy Brown. 

As in the baddest one in the whole town. The one who is meaner than a junkyard dog. 

(If you’re not following me, check out Jim Croce’s album: Photographs and Memories. One of my favorite albums, lots of classics.) 

The secretary looks at me and I’m not even sure she understood my accidental reference. Instead, she says his correct last name questioningly, to which I say, yes! and take off towards his classroom. Like a spaz. 

Next up: an elementary school to deliver 5 cases of shirts. This is a whole new level of obstacles for me. We have a little cart that folds up nicely and fits in my car. But, getting it out and unfolded to haul the boxes in? Not very easy. 

I get it out, stare at it for a few minutes in the parking lot, trying to decipher how all of these parts work together, finally get it unfolded and load 4 of the boxes on, and barely make it in the door without all the boxes spilling off in the entryway.

I bring them into the office, the secretary instructs me on where to put them and goes to take care of something else.

As I’m unloading them in the designated area, the principal (who I’ve never met before) walks by. He greets me and thanks me for delivering them as he’s walking into his office, right by my boxes. So, I respond conversationally, still moving boxes around. He had just walked into his office, when I heard him say: and your name is who?

So, I respond by saying my name. 

I hear him say again: your name is who? 
(I realize this isn’t exactly proper grammar, but we’re in Arkansas and it actually is a “what’s your name?” phrase that can be used.) 

So, I respond again, saying my name more loudly this time. 

He, then, comes out of his office, laughing. And he says, Brittney, I’ve got a student in my office. His name is Who.
 
Guys, I’m officially giving up the name game. If you need me, I’ll be at my desk. 

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Asia, Beauty, Culture, Fashion, Food, Travel

It Takes Two

I never wear lip color. But, Jake and Jordan were busy buying gold face lotion (yes, it actually has gold flecks in it and is apparently some of the best face lotion on the market in the world right now, as told by the girl selling it) so I used all the store testers to give myself a new look. Jake was less than impressed that I used the store tester lip gloss wand, but it looked pretty clean to me.

Pucker up

In other news, I’ve won Jordan over to the dark side. I was literally having a meltdown. I think I’m borderline hypoglycemic because sometimes it feels like my blood sugar just drops off the map. I was having a moment and all I wanted was street corn. As in cobs of corn that they cook and sell on a street. God heard my request fast because as soon as I said it, we walked right up to a stand.

 

Street corn stand

It’s maybe a little odd to some people, but I love it. And now Jordan does too. You get two street corns for two dollars. They only sell them in sets. You can’t buy one corn for one dollar. You have to buy two. I don’t really know why, except for the fact that everything here is made for couples. Even the street corns. I think it’s a conspiracy, ya’ll.

 

Subway hat shopping and corn eating, no shame in my game

Did I also mention that Jake, Jordan, and I are all currently single and all have no prospects of changing that anytime soon? So, we don’t exactly fit into the couple culture here. And, yes, it is very much a culture. You’re not somebody unless you have a somebody. And they go to extreme measures to let you know they go together.

 

Singles in Seoul

 

Couple clothing. It’s a phenomenon.

They literally buy matching things as a couple then wear them at the same time to let you know they’re taken. Here are a few examples:

Winter coats: to me, this could almost be construed as seasonal, so it wouldn’t be my first choice of couple clothing. I feel like it says, we’re together for the winter, but once spring hits, I’m out! However, the cost amount of a coat may indicate a more serious status in the couple clothing world. Also, it is an essential, so maybe if your guy wants matching coats, you should go for it.

Shoes: this one is the most popular (and the most difficult to get a picture of). We saw a ton of matching shoes. This is also a little more costly purchase, however, I think it indicates a medium amount of commitment. My thoughts are that it says: we’re officially established as a couple and we’re semi-serious, but we’re probably never getting married.


Hats and scarves: totally seasonal, not a costly purchase, not too much thought put into it, you’re definitely not marriage potential. But, you’re cute, so keep doing you.

That pretty much covers the main bases on attire. The options vary some in the summer: matching t-shirts, matching shorts, etc.But, I’m not really concerned about finding someone to share fashion with. What I’m really concerned with is finding someone to share delicious street corns with. Jake is no good because he hates corn, unless it comes in the form of a tortilla. But, me and Jordan make a perfect match.

My true Seoul-mate.

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Craft, Europe, Fashion, Travel, Uncategorized

No Worries 

I’m currently on hour #25 of no sleep.  

Cab ride selfie

 
When we exited the airport, Jake picked the first cab driver he came to. As we were loading in the car, he said, I’ve heard Italians drive kinda crazy. I think he just has a knack for picking the crazy ones (see Thailand taxi post for reference)

About two seconds into the drive, I found that he’d heard right. The speed limit was 110 km per hour. We were traveling at a hefty 155 km/hour. I didn’t do the math, but I knew it was fast. Faster than I was really comfortable with. And my comfort level for speed is probably higher than the average person. (For those of us in the mph world, 155 km/hr = about 96 mph). People always say have a safe flight, but what they should say is have a safe cab ride once you get there. 

  
After arriving at our hotel and dropping our bags, they informed us that we would need to wait to check in. So, we went in search of a restaurant. I’m pretty much a zombie at this point and as I was coming out of the subway station, a man from Senegal came up and proceeded to tie a bracelet on my wrist. 

  
This is a common market tactic. Their rule of thumb seems to be: if they can get it on you, you have to buy it. This bracelet was tied on before I knew it and the guy was wanting paid for it. Unfortunately for him, I always have no money. I don’t carry a bag or a wallet or anything with me. So, after explaining to him that I had nothing, he let me go with a handshake and a hakuna matata. A problem free philosophy that results in a free bracelet? I’ll take that any day. 

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Culture, Fashion, Garden

Tech-No.

It’s another rainy day and my embroidery machine is humming quietly from it’s little corner. So, essentially, my life hasn’t changed at all. I think it has rained 20 out of the last 24 days. The rain is kinda bleary but on the bright side, everything is growing and getting all green and lush. I ride my bike in the evenings when it is a little drier and it smells exactly like you would imagine Shangri-La smells. To be honest, I don’t really know what Shangri-La is, but that’s what came to mind when I smelled all the green lusciousness.

The first of a very pretty harvest

The first of a very pretty harvest

So, technology hates me. Have I ever mentioned that before? I don’t know if technology is something that can be grouped into a whole category or something that can be assigned emotions, like hate. But, nevertheless, we don’t have a good relationship. Currently, I have two laptops that are open (one that is supposedly downloading an update for the fifth time and this one that I am typing on). Did I also mention that my brother decided I needed two monitors at my work desk? He read something about how much more productive two monitors can make you and my aunt in Mississippi had two. So, he asked her about it and they were discussing the pros and complete lack of cons (she’s thinking about getting a third screen, apparently). I overheard part of this conversation and lo and behold, the very next week, I show up to see two screens on my desk. They communicate with each other and everything, as in I can slide a screen from one to the other. I wanted to give the whole thing a cold shoulder, but I must admit, it really does help with invoicing. I’m still getting used to it.

My new workspace

My new workspace

I have this thing where I don’t like reading what I write. I’m not sure if that is normal or not. I am a major proofreader, so I read anything I write excessively right after I write it. But, once it is written and has my seal of approval grammatically, I typically write it and never really go back to it again. I have been writing a news column for a local paper for our church association since I was 12. {Side note: who nominates (yes, I was nominated for this position at church) a 12 year old to write the news column? I have no idea what they were thinking, but at the time, everyone apparently thought it was a good idea.} And, I have been writing it ever since. So, going on 12 years now… I don’t really feel old enough to have been doing anything consistently for 12 years. However, I do miss a deadline every now and again so “consistent” is a loose term in this case. But, my point was, I don’t go back and read the news columns I write when I actually receive the paper in the mail. I guess it’s just a quirk. My point I originally started to make before I ventured off into my writing history was that I don’t go back and read my old blog posts. My point I was making before that was that I went back to check something in one of them the other day and noticed that the links to some of the pictures were inactive and weren’t properly displaying the content. So, I emailed and had to go back in and fix all the pictures. Which takes me back to my very original point that technology hates me. See, I knew I was going somewhere with all of this. Wow, it took me awhile to get all that said. So, if you’ve looked at any of the older posts lately and the pictures weren’t showing, they should be now!

My most recent color chart

Do ya’ll see that massive color chart? Another recent addition to my workspace. The other day a guy called me and told me he was coming out to order some shirts. We almost never have anyone come to the shop to order, but I told him if he could find it, he could come. So, about thirty minutes later (thanks to Apple maps), he arrived and asked me what colors he could choose from. So, I whipped out my handy, dandy color chart and promptly displayed all 96 colors in the style he wanted. Talk about overwhelmed. I guess I’m just used to it since I deal with the intricacies of all the different shades of blues and greens everyday. My friends think it’s a fun parlor trick to have me identify the different colors and style numbers of the shirts they wear. I thought everyone could identify a Gildan 5000 Galapagos Blue tee from a mile away? Apparently not. Speaking of shirts, remember those 865 specialty dyed shirts I mentioned in a previous post? We finally got around to printing those and on big runs like that, my presence is required in the shop to fold and stack as they come off the dryer. It can get a little monotonous, so I decided to challenge myself to see how large of a wall I could build.

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Here’s me with my creation. And, yes, it was about to topple over on me. I think next time, I’m gonna try for a pyramid…  Only 8 hours and 26 minutes left on this latest download. Did I mention my views on technology?

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Asia, Culture, Fashion, Religion, Travel

Fittings and Fitting In

We (as believers) are called to be not of this world. I don’t know how well I do with that calling. But, I can assure you that I am definitely not of this part of the world.

We don’t really fit in around here. We look different, we act different, we have different customs, we speak a different language. And, it goes on and on. I am used to fitting in, so not fitting in takes some getting used to. We get stared at pretty much everywhere we go. Jake literally doesn’t fit in around here.

Exhibit A

Exhibit A

Exhibit B

Exhibit B

On my to do list in Laos was to get a traditional Lao skirt made. They have a very specific style of skirt and all the women here wear one. I’m thinking even wearing the skirt won’t exactly make me blend, but it’s an effort. Fortunately for me, this was pre-arranged and when I got here, I was readied for a fitting. I had no idea these were custom tailored, to be honest. I thought you just went and bought one.

Our hostesses on the ends are both wearing Lao skirts

Our hostesses on the ends are both wearing Lao skirts

But, the fabric was already purchased and I was told we would be going to a Vietnamese woman’s house because she is the best seamstress in town. She’ll make you a skirt for about $5. Little did I know that she also ran a business of teaching Vietnamese to Lao children. We arrived to see a pile of little shoes outside (because it’s customary to take your shoes off before entering) and more kids being dropped off on motorbikes.

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After it was explained to her in broken Lao that I was there for a fitting, she invited me into the “classroom” and proceeded to take all my measurements in front of her class. Which they all found to be extremely funny. And quite a spectacle. So much for trying to fit in.

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