There is Thunder in Our Pink Hearts
There’s this silly study I was reading, how your last name is affected by your shopping habits. My maiden name starts with a V, so of course, I thought it didn’t effect me. That same day I received a package from Fieldguided, care of Anabela. It included a love note I was the first one to purchase it, reminding I didn’t skip a beat to buy it, even if I already have the original tote. I remember thinking I needed to get it, in case it sold out. I hate to admit it, but that study doesn’t seem so silly after all. I don’t think there’s a negative connotation to the study; after all, I have a cute tote that taught me more of myself, right?
I really need to get one of those totes already.
Damn. My initials are Z.W. I'm dooooomed. Pretty tote xo
What an interesting article!! It's funny, though, they only mention A-I and R-Z… I wonder what kind of influence my last name has had on my shopping habits since I'm in the middle of the alphabet, with J!
Wow, that makes so much sense! I was a W growing up–and I really was "anxious and fearful of missing out." So crazy! And it's so me. lol.
it it gorgeous! I must say i got a 'Tote Obsession' haha xoxohttp://some-kind-of-style.blogspot.com/
What a very powerful bag!
yessssssssss.i am toting (hahah puns) mine around today.i have the black one. it's amazing. anabela is a babe!
That's such a cute tote bag!
Oh man, do I relate. my last name is S which isn't that far at the back of the line. But I always felt jipped in school because even when they would reverse the line from a-z to z-a, I would always feel stuck in the middle and never special. I would think about this phenomenon as I was standing in line in 3rd grade. Will these kids at the front of the line always get to be at the front of the line for the rest of their lives?I grew up in England and we never did the alphabetical listing when I lived there. and when I moved to the US, it was all alphabetical listing. I felt shocked that we as kids could be ranked and ordered in a way that had nothing to do with who we are but simply the luck of the draw of our name. Now as a 24 yr old, it seems a little intense that I was thinking about this all at age 8. I've always been a brooding worrier who spends too much time in her head. But I've also always been fascinated by how the small little patterns of our lives that seem insignificant at first can strangely shape the people we become.This was really fascinating to think about again! thanks for the link!xo Moorea
And you know, maybe because I was usually somewhere unnoticed in the line at school, and because my legal name is Ashley, perhaps the anonymity of who I felt to be because of my name drove me to make a name for myself, both literally which changing my name to Moorea when I was 9, and having the desire to be my own boss, be an artist, share my voice through art, and be an entrepreneur of sorts.I say, as long as you let yourself be aware of who you are and where society tries to place you, you will always have the opportunity and drive to fight against it to create your own category, your own future.God, I got a little too excited responding to this post I think. It triggered some good thinking, as usual!xo Moorea
Interesting theory.♥ séciawww.petiteinsanities.blogspot.com
I'm a "G" who spends like a "Z", but I think it's more because I was the youngest of 3 girls. My older sisters got everything and I always got their hand-me-downs. Now I don't wait for anyone to give me anything. If I want it I just buy it!
At this point, I will blame my shopping habits on ANYTHING. Is M far enough down in the alphabet for me to start blaming my dad?Nikki
oh dear. well, you know i had to comment about this. since we have the same last name and have the impulsiveness to match, what if i had taken my dad's last name, which starts with an A? i am so confused right now.
This sounds like a very interesting article I am going to have to go and check it out to see what it says about me. Which I am kind of scared to find out what it does say in fact
Much Love,Crystal
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