According to Urban Dictionary:
Functionista: Someone who consistently wears situationally appropriate clothing.
Anyone who dresses purely according to the dictates of function, in response to actual weather conditions and in pursuit of personal comfort.
The opposite of fashionista.
In other words: me.
At least, that’s the way I dressed for most of my life. Deep inside, there was a fashionista waiting to add shiny baubles and leather boots. But for many (many) years, I resisted.
Not because I wanted to dress like I did in college well into my thirties. Not because I couldn’t pick out nice pieces of clothing (in fact, I’ve always had a knack for dressing up when a fancy occasion came along… it was the everyday clothes that befuddled me).
No, I dressed functionally cute for most of my adult life because it was easy. Easy to blend in. Easy to hide out. Easy to not be judged (as showy or heaven forbid I draw any attention).
I’ve been thinking about you. How are you? I’m good!
You ready for 2012? I AM!!! I’m excited. I think it is going to be a great year. I have lots going on… I’m taking an acting class (for fun), I’m finishing up a leadership program that I started in the fall, I’ll be working on getting certified as a life coach, and generally just doing some awesome stuff.
As for Brownies for Dinner… I’ve got ideas. I feel like it’s time for a facelift. So I’m redesigning and I’m not sure how long it will take me to finish re-arranging the furniture. So please be patient with me.
Photo: Me and Dan finishing the San Jose Muddy Buddy
I was out for a run yesterday when I had an idea for a series of blog pots that would focus on those things that maybe I’ve been keeping to myself… afraid of saying out loud (on line) for fear that you would think I’m weird.
Well, the fact is: I am weird.
Did you watch last night’s Top Chef? You know, the new one in Texas. I recorded it then watched it this afternoon. And while I usually love Top Chef, this episode left me feeling… well, a little annoyed.
I get that they wanted to make it bigger being in Texas and all that. But shouldn’t we be starting the real competition in episode 2? I mean, come on. Instead we get 2 hours of qualifying rounds. It feels like filler to me. Maybe I’m just annoyed because I didn’t get to see who all of the finalists will be.
Maybe I’m spoiled?
Photo: Pumpkin Spice Cupcakes with Maple Cream Cheese Frosting
I hate when bloggers disappear for months then come back saying “Sorry I haven’t written in a while” and “Hey, I’m still here”. It just seems… silly. I mean, we all get busy. And blogs are like friendships: sometimes we are in constant contact and other times… well, not so much.
Sorry I haven’t written in a while…
Hey, I’m still here…
Anyway, how the heck are you? It really has been too long.
A couple of months ago, I went to my friend Christine’s baby shower. The food theme was “babyQ”, so they had baby back ribs and baby-sized burgers. And I contributed some baby-sized ‘hostess’ cupcakes.
Sitting on the back patio, I watched as her brother pulled rack after rack of saucy ribs off of the grill and my mind went blank. All I could think was “Mmm…ribs” which can be loosely translated as “Holy mother of all things delicious, I gotta eat those now!”
After the shower, I asked Christine to share the recipe for the ribs because they were some of the best I’ve eaten. Not only did she share it with me, she graciously gave me permission to share it with you all saying: “these ribs should be shared!”
So here you go: Ribs a la Christine. Easy and does not require a smoker or a grill. Perfect for a party or just cause you’re in the mood for bbq love.
Last month I was back in Georgia visiting family and ventured out to Metter to visit my Aunt Helen for lunch. She is a vivacious Southern lady, always good for a story and a tasty bite or three. For lunch she served a Greek-inspired salad to keep things light so that we could indulge in dessert: ice cream pie.