Showing posts from June, 2013

Meet Nao of By Nao on Etsy

My Name is Nao, I am 35 years old and presently living in Belgium with my husband and our eight year old son.

Oh, my professional life is a bit complicated or should I say complex. :0 I studied philosophy, and worked as a journalist(radio). I will never forget those magical moments "on air," but I was always a creative person, so at age 24, after philosophy and radio, it was time to grow up and follow what I really loved; what really made me happy and that was creating things, anything.

During my journalist years I developed a practical sense and found the need for a career where I could be both creative and pragmatic. I sought this balance in interior design. I studied interior design in the UK. I started with an Italian designer, it was the hardest period of my career, but I learned so much from her. I think she is a key factor in my design and fashion development. She was born in Africa and had a rich multicultural point of view regarding interior design and fashion. I think…

Opinion: To Believe or Not to Believe

Sundays equalled church. That was all I knew growing up. I was told there is God, and that he didn't like naughty little children. In a sense I saw God as a humorless sod, always trying to rain down on little children's parade. In high school, I wasn't sure anymore and so didn't go to church that often. By college, I was telling everyone who would listen to me that there just couldn't be God. It makes absolutely no sense for there to be a god.

Funny thing is, I found myself talking to this girl right before I graduated college. I wanted to know why she believed in God. Honestly, I don't remember what she said, but as I listened to her it appeared to me that to believe in God has very little to do with logic, it is a choice. The decision to believe must be made based on whatever your convictions are, and must  be supported by faith, then whatever follows...I don't know what follows. When the logic card goes up into the air, everyone wants to talk about how …

Opinion: The Wealth/Fame Dilemma

Why would you want to be human if you could be God? This question reminds me of one of those final episodes in Fringe where Bishop was worried that he will lose his humanity and, therefore, lose everyone and everything that he ever loved. Wealth and fame seems to rob us of our humanity, too.  They make us feel as if we are above and beyond all. But we are not. Or at least I don't think we are.

Once I told a friend that I never wish to be rich or famous. That it comes with too many responsibilities and a need of such discipline that I don't believe I have enough strength to muster.  My friend who couldn't believe that I was serious said, "don't think if you keep saying that you will become famous and rich." I didn't prolong the topic because I was not sure I could explain myself.

There was not a lot of money when I was growing up. There is still not a lot of money today. But it has always been good. There has always been enough love. When I really needed …

Personal Style: Puce Baggy Pants

And a Garfield Sweater! This pair of pants is my ALLLLLLL time favorite. It has some turmeric stains on it, a few holes in the most ridiculous places, and it is soft, comfortable, pink, fun, and perfect! I change it a tiny bit after I got it. I added some colorful buttons that you can't see because of the sweater,  and removed the straps that came with it. I love to wear it with the bottoms rolled up--because I am short, but sometimes I don't because it changes the look, and I love that look too.

Sweater - H&M (many seasons past) Puce Cargo Pants - Daffy's (I know, I know) Tennis Shoes - H&M (last summer) Purse - Forever 21 (got this about four years ago)  Bracelets - Mawusi :P
Happy Sunday and Happy Father's Day! -J P.S As I was setting up to shoot this, a man with the cutest baby came up to me and asked what I was up to. I just now realized that I didn't think to wish him a happy Father's Day. Happy Father's Day sir! I hope the baby did sleep.

Summer Doings: From the Diaries of Pussy-Cake

Remember last week when I was writing about my cravings for a Gary Shteyngart novel?! Also, remember how I was going to reread Jane Eyre?! Well, I am actually reading The Book of Snobs by William Makepeace Thackeray. It is through the preface of Jane Eyre that I discovered Thackeray.  He is so witty and so funny. I MIGHT will review the book when I am done. Certain weird and unexpected emotions have slowed down my reading progress.

Finally to the topic! I found Shteyngart's memoir "From the Diaries of Pussy-Cake" via The New Yorker (incidentally my home page, though I always manage to never read anything there!) It felt like a nice breeze on a hot day when I recognized the author's name, then I was happily hooked from the very first paragraph:  I love Pamela.  She is what I've been waiting for all my life.  A chance to lower myself into complete abasement, a chance to beg for someone's love over and over again, knowing I will never get it.  After our first da…

The Things That Stuck

Father's day being around the corner, I can't help but think of mine. My father is partly the reason I have certain habits today. I call them survival skills. Because of him I picked up a  couple of things very early in life. Things like:
1.  Nothing is given, hence expect nothing from everybody, and when someone shows you kindness, show gratitude, also, do not forget.
2. Stand up for the things that matter to you, stand up for yourself. No one will do it for you, but they might support you if they care about you.
3. You are responsible for the way you let others make you feel.
4. When one keeps disappointing you, it is okay to pack and leave.  Chances are they will never change, and you do not know how much time you have.
5. Your happiness is in your own two hands, and if you believe in God, then it is also between you and your God.
6. In time, all hurtful experiences can be laughed about.
7. The best antidote in life is laughter. Laugh even when you feel like crying, and la…

All the Magic

What will happen today? It is only 8:11am right now in New York. Will I workout or will the laziness win? Will I have oats or will it be a cup of tea, some eggs and  a toast or two for breakfast? If I do have tea I hope I do not put milk in it -- the taste of milk in my tea is delightful, but the pimples it produce are distasteful.

Later this afternoon, I am hoping to see a friend. We haven't seen each other for a while. How will it go? Will we be good or will we quarrel? Will it be interesting or a complete bore? My nails need cutting...will I do that today? What will I wear? There was a little bird singing a few moments ago, perhaps it shall be back.

What about what I am doing right now? Writing this. I did not know a few moments ago that I would be writing this. I still don't know what I will be writing next after this sentence...There goes a fire truck. I don't see it but I hear it. I like the sound of the fire truck, perhaps because I don't think of what it signi…

Grad School Diary: Until Fall

The past semester was something which is now over. The grades came and that for my Comedy class fell into my acceptable category. My Mysticism class fell short by 1.5, hence, if I had gotten a point and a half more, I would have gotten a grade that would not be making me so unhappy. I have been trying not to think about it, hopefully in time I can better accept it. The only reason why I worry about grades is because I feel I  might need the best GPA possible to get into a doctorate program. Schools seem to suffer the branding sickness; hence a 4.0 GPA from Brooklyn college might not hold the same weight as a 4.0 from the University of Iowa. It, therefore, feels important to get the best grades possible, and hence my obsession.

Enough of that. Obviously, there won't be any more school for a while, my Thursdays here will hence reflect what I am doing this summer. The hope is to do more rather than dream about doing more. It will start with a reread of Jane Eyre. I have actually bee…

A Good Poem

I'm sharing one of my favorite poems with you. It was hard to pick as I have a couple competing for number one.

The Listeners
by Walter de la Mare
"Is there anybody there?" Said the Traveller, Knocking on the moonlit door; And his horse in the silence champed the grass Of the forest's ferny floor; And a bird flew up out of the turret, Above the Traveller's head: And he smote upon the door again a second time; "Is there anybody there?" He said. But no one descended to the Traveller; No head from the leaf-fringed sill Leaned over and looked in his gray eyes, Where he stood perplexed and still. But only a host of phantom listeners That dwelt in the lone house then Stood thronging the faint moonbeams on the dark stair, That goes down to the empty hall, Hearkening in an air stirred and shaken By the lonely Traveller's call. And he felt in his heart their strangeness, Their stillness answering his cry, While his horse moved, cropping the dark turf, '…

Meet Nasozi of OSxN on Etsy

I first met Nasozi through Etsy, then run into her at Hester Street fair and we've been cool since. As a big fan of her work, I thought you might like them too! You should know that one of her pillows was recently featured on Apartment Therapy! How cool is that?! Also, if you are in NY, you can meet her in person and get her beautiful work at Hester Street Fair this Saturday or at the Renegade Craft Fair later in June. My name is Nasozi Kakembo, a twenty-something year old mother of a most adorable little boy (he is four!). We live in Brooklyn, New York. I was raised in a middle class family in the suburbs of Washington, DC. My mother is American and my father is Ugandan, so growing up,I visited Uganda during my summer vacations.
A few weeks after my college graduation, I moved to NY from Maryland to pursue a career in architecture. A year later, I decided to go to graduate school for Urban Planning. I discovered there, the world of international development. After school, I worked …