Got a new phone, yay! And changed providers for something cheaper, double yay, but I cannot keep my old number with this new provider sooo let’s see how long I need to get used to a new one. I’ve had the same number for like 13 years, and this one has a new area code as well 😬
In other news, Viya is a daylight savings champion. She has been up very early this week BUT chose to sleep in this weekend, making it the perfect wake up time.
Rosa, well Rosa has no concept of time yet. She sleeps when she sleeps and eats when she eats 🤷♀️
I honestly suck at house keeping… I still have a lot of yard work to do, everything is always a mess, I barely keep up with the daily stuff, I don’t know how those clean and organised people do it. I’m not one of them. But my family is happy and healthy, the house is still functional and we have a big homecooked meal (almost) every night.
no lie i genuinely believe brands are so behind the pleather movement bc they can just buy cheap plastic sell it as expensive ‘vegan leather’ and be ready for you to return in a couple years to buy another 'vegan peeta approved™ leather jacket’ bc they last like 5 minutes compared to the way leather lasts decades all the while you can pat yourself and coorporate’s back for being sutainable all the while pvc (what some fake leather products are made of) has been labeled the single most environmentally damaging type of plastic and while there are non pvc fake leathers such as pu leather… its not like thats much better producing plastic pollutes and the second your pleather clothes start to breakdown (which happens much faster than you think) theyll wound up on landfills for at least a 100 years…
also they love love LOVE to try and sell you “plant-based leather” that you then look at the details and it’s “45% cactus” or whatever and there’s no mention of what the rest of it is
it’s plastic.
it’s always plastic.
ALT
Let me tell you a story.
50 years ago or so a cow died. It died in a slaughterhouse after a life on a cattle ranch. It was butchered in a meat packing plant, and it’s body was sent off to a grocery store where it then became an overdone steak or a dry hamburger or maybe dog food. It was the 70s and people had only recently realized that you could put food in things that were not jello. Cut them some slack.
But its skin went to a tannery. And that skin was processed in the hide and then leather. That leather was bought by a clothing company who made jackets out of it, long leather dusters for working men and ranchhands. Cowboy shit.
The dead cow that is now a leather jacket is not technically waterproof because if you stand out in the rain for 6 hours water will eventually work its way through the seams at the shoulders. But its pretty damn waterproof. It keeps off the rain and the snow and the dust and the mud and the brambles and it doesn’t melt if it catches a spark. So 50 years ago a man bought one and he wore it pretty much until he died and his wife shoved it in a closet. Decades of use, from the deserts in the southwest to the arctic, because it turns out that cowboys are wildly adaptable.
Anyway, I pulled grandad’s jacket out of the closet a while back and there is nothing wrong with that coat. It does have some distinctly non-modern vibes, but more importantly it is cool as hell and looks almost new. I have seen faux distressed leather that looks worse.
The cow is still dead. There will be another cow that dies tomorrow for the same reason. But there’s no market for leather these days. Its skin won’t be a garment that lasts 50 years. Its gonna rot in a pile with all the others. Someone will sell a “vintage” cowboycore Americana aesthetic dark academia plastic peice of shit that will be garbage in a year. And then they’ll sell another one.
So tonight at the gym, the guy who signed me up (who is also a personnal trainer there) and I were working out side by side in the free weight section.
Aaand as I was doing by dumbell chest press (not exactly beginner friendly) he interrupted me to correct my form because, quote, his eyes were bleeding. He was very nice and professional about it, of course, but it felt very…humbling.
The social anxiety ooze in my brain tells me to never go to the gym ever again buuut we’re not listening to it, its advice literally always suck.
And my shoulders and pecs are grateful.
My plan, based on thorough internet research (yikes) is to do mostly free weights because the goal isn’t to get BIG muscles but rather to develop a good core, stable joints and functional endurance to improve my day to day life. But yeah, I should get a consultation with a pro sometimes :3
ALT
