Purse Love

One of my besties asked me yesterday, 'why was the picture in Hosiery Hatred a shot of just your purse?'. To which I responded, 'because I came in and dumped my purse and purchase on my bed and then just took a picture of it'. It got me thinking....I actually take pictures of my purse fairly often. I LOVE purses! They can make life easy or frustrating. They go everywhere I go. Most times they garnish more compliments than my outfit.

I have had this favorite purse for a little over a year (it's the one I refer to as my Mary Poppins bag). I decided to retire the bag and only take it out for special occasions because it's starting to get a little worn. I replaced it with the purse in yesterdays photo.

Which leads me to my conclusion - I really just wanted you all to see my new purse!!!!

Here they are side by side. Let's give it up to red purses and all they hold! Hot pink peep toes, gold ballet flats, water bottles, make up, and head phones galore!

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Random Tidbits

Nautie Friends, as your comments rolled in yesterday I laughed and laughed and laughed!  I made it through the day with my ill-fitting nylons and today opted for pants!  

Today is my last day in the office.  I have very mixed feelings about leaving.  I'm excited to go back to sea.  I'm excited to get back to Maine and see some friends.  I'm looking forward to having a dresser and laundry facilities.  I'm even looking forward to some snow and cold (that will last for all of five minutes-scraping my windows will remind me a temperate climate isn't too bad).  BUT.  I'm sad to leave the office!  I'm sad that I won't be able to hang out with friends on weekends.  I'm sad that I will be eating ships food soon.  I'm sad that I won't be able to enjoy a glass of wine in the evenings.  C'est la vie.

 

There is a twelve hour drive in my not so distant future.  I'm busy making preparations for a car ride.  Healthy snacks, coffee canisters, comfortable outfit, good music, sunglasses, cell phone and ear bud all charged up.  My packing hasn't yet commenced so that is looming over my head.

 

If you don't hear from me in a few days it's because I'm scrambling around or driving :)  Hopefully, it's both!  (However, I think you'll hear from me...)

Hosiery Hatred

Do you want to know why I haven't had time to post? I'm too busy running to the pharmacy at 0530 to buy new panty hose. You heard me.

I've decided that tights and panty hose are my least favorite thing ever. Since I've been here I've ruined four pairs. These puppies aren't cheap!!!! A good pair of tights can easily go for eighteen bucks. Obscene, I tell you!

I don't think I've worn tights since I was visiting family in B.C. when I was FIVE!

I can almost guarantee that every woman reading this has had some sort of epic wardrobe failure where hosiery was to blame!

Ladies, don't you love it when you sit down and the top rolls down because of your belly. Or how about when you snag them and get a run before you leave the house - or better yet when you think the snag is tiny and you go to work anyways and soon you have a run the length of your leg? How about when the crotch doesn't actually reach your crotch and you have to coax all the extra material up your legs to make them long enough?!

Please tell me I'm not alone in hosiery hatred!

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Nautie Friends Ask :: 'What the hell are you up to?'

First, why are you in Maine and why did you take a different job than on the ship (and what exactly *is* your current job)? Will you be going back onto a ship in the future?

 

I went to Maine for a bit to see old friends and be a little more social than I had been in Hawaii.  Hawaii is really easy for me because it's my home town.  When I'm there, I hang out with my Mom a lot, I hang out with my Step Dad a lot, I putz around my house and every now and then I hang out with old friends.  When I'm in Maine, I hang out with friends a lot, I go see indie movies, I go have draft cider in cool basement bars, I go boating, I make pot roast, and I have bon fires.  Maine is just a little bit better of a place for me to be at age 28.  I still own my home in Hawaii.  I'm not officially living in Maine...I'm kind of just squatting.  The way I tell those who don't know me very well about my living arrangements is that I'm a snow bird who splits her year.

All that being said, I didn't really spend very much time in Maine!  This vacation has seen a week in Massachusetts, a few days in Connecticut, a week in New Hampshire, a week in Florida and now a month in Virginia!  So, I think it might be accurate enough to say that I'm actually a gypsy with a nice car.

I actually didn't take a different job than on the ship.  I consider this stint in the office professional development.  Basically, they were short handed in the office and I'm always up for new experiences that might give me an edge.  I'm currently working with the commercial chartering department for the tankers.  Which means that I'm working with those who actually find the cargo for the ship.  It's amazing how much a learn a day and how much what I've learned at sea has helped me in the office.  My seagoing experience helps me learn just a little bit quicker because I know the basic vocabulary and operational requirements of a tanker....specifically the tankers in question since I've sailed on two out of four.  I'm also assisting where needed with the technical organization.  These guys are the ones on the front lines in communication with the vessels to ensure that they have what they need to keep the ship moving and cargo flowing safely.  They order spare parts, arrange for servicing in port, trouble shoot mechanical issues, you name it they do it.

I've worked in the office before but, never for this long and never with this specific group.  I feel as if I have a fresh perspective that I was in dire need of.  I had been getting very cynical on the ship - wondering why things weren't being purchased in a timely fashion and why decisions weren't being made.  While the perspective hasn't been one hundred percent positive it is perspective non the less.  At the end of the day the ships are a business and dollar is the bottom line.  When I'm aboard the vessel it becomes my life.  I don't have anywhere to go, anyone to see or anything to do other than exactly what I'm doing at that moment.  Which means, that when decisions negatively impact me, it feels very personal.  As if, someone made the decision that my comfort or safety didn't matter.

In short, I'm having fun and learning in the office.  A very dangerous combination...I think realizing that shoreside work could be fun might motivate me to leave sea a little sooner than expected.  In the meantime...I go back to shipboard life in two weeks.  Gotta make that money!

Natie Friends Ask :: Do tankers ever go to beautiful places?

Do you ever ship things to the Maldives? The quick answer:  NO.

The less quick answer:  I did take a parcel of jet fuel and diesel to an island chain south of the Maldives.  Check out the Chagos Archipelago.  There is a tiny island there called Diego Garcia.  Sadly, I called on Diego Garcia pre blog.  I say sadly because this is hands down one of the most beautiful places I've ever been.  I created a powerpoint slideshow that I converted to an adobe pdf and emailed to friends and family just so I could show off my pictures.  The beaches were straight out of a movie.  Crystal clear aqua blue with perfectly soft white sand.  Beautiful beaches?  Sign me up!  In addition to the beaches Diego Garcia has a very unique history which made it a very fun place to hike around and explore.  The very, very, very cool thing for me about the voyage to Diego Garcia was that I crossed the equator.  This is a milestone in any sailors life - I had been sailing for five years before receiving my shellback!  (Sailors who haven't crossed the equator are pollywogs and sailors who have are shellbacks.)  My crew had a shellback ceremony for me and some of the other sailors (we had a 12 man navy team aboard and some of them didn't have it).  It was awesome!  I had to crawl through garbage and suck a cherry out of a belly button....yummy.

Wow!  Remembering that trip makes me slightly nostalgic and makes me think that I better write a post all of its own about visiting Diego Garcia...even though it was years ago!

(since this trip was pre blog....it was also pre big bertha, my trusty camera sidekick....the photo quality is a little low, sorry.)