Friday, August 7, 2009

Julie and Julia

I love cooking, but that wasn't always the case. My mom can kick my ass in the kitchen any day, and since she enjoyed cooking, I didn't feel much of a need to learn. One day, I saw a cooking course at the the nearby county college and jokingly mentioned it to my mom that maybe that will finally force me to learn. Before I knew it, I was signed up for the course, courtesy of my mom. I have to say, I am very thankful for that because that was the most fun I ever had in a class. My fear of knives and splattering oil were conquered in the first lesson alone. Now that I'm married, the skills I learned have proved to be very valuable. I still make the Tilapia with Remoulade I learned from that course. When the opportunity came up to see Julie & Julia for free the day before it opened, needless to say, I grabbed it.

Julie & Julia appealed to me because it combined some of my great loves: cooking, eating, and writing. Honestly, I did not have high expectations for the movie from the commercials depicting it to be a predictable chick flick. Yes, it is a predictable chick flick, but the ride to the anticipated end was so entertaining! Meryl Streep can do no wrong and was a singsong-y, larger than life Julia Child. Amy Adams was perfect in her role as well, as the whiny, meltdown-prone, hitting-30 dilemma'd Julie Powell. The gentlemen, Stanley Tucci and Chris Messina, play very supportive husband roles that makes you question if this is an alternate universe. The chemistry between Meryl and Stanley was palpable in their rather cheesy scenes, but I venture to say that I watched their love story with more eagerness than the younger couple's. I loved watching Julia's journey for kitchen success in Paris, and I could totally relate to Julie's crazy experiments in her own Queens kitchen. The food images are so delectable that you can almost smell them. All in all, it was very engaging and inspired me to attempt poaching some eggs (Quite successfully, I might add!) and to buy a dutch oven for my own stab at Beef Bourguignon. Bon Appetit!

**Pictured here next to their on-screen characters are Julie Powell (top right) and Julia Child (bottom left). (Columbia Pictures/AP Photo/Getty Images)
Source: ABC News

Thursday, August 6, 2009

Getting jewelry out of my system

I have spent all of my professional life in the jewelry trade; and that is, all of 8 years. I did not set out to become a part of it, but it was the first available job right after college. I stuck to the path, thinking I loved jewelry enough to keep me inspired. My favorite days were when I received new jewelry because that was when I saw the fruits of my labor. Even if I did not personally make it by hand, I was very much a part-creator. I was the one who sent in the sketch, priced items out with a hundred variations, exchanged various emails endlessly, re-sketched to show what I meant and approved models as far as I could tell from an image. These blissful moments did not last and would actually be quickly followed by a feeding frenzy. Eager beaver sales reps or art directors would grab the samples, never to be seen again until inventory time comes around. Guess who they will ask for it?

This vicious cycle overtook the pleasure of creating something and I found myself burnt out and wanting to get into something else. I was also disheartened by the knowledge of how jewelry was really being created overseas, and the sacrifices that people had to go through just to be able to make them. I felt like I was batting for the wrong team and my husband felt like I was becoming somebody else: I was a snarling animal if he called me in the middle of the day.

The funny thing is, I somehow found myself in jewelry making classes when I had all the opportunity to take on something else. And you know what, I loved it. My teachers always praised my work, but I felt like I was cheating because I knew a little more than other people in the class because of my job. I tried starting my own little jewelry design business, but quickly nixed that idea when I figured out my costs. I couldn't really compete with the sweatshops.

I still can't stop thinking about the beauty of creating. I look at Etsy everyday for inspiration, awed by what people are able to make and how cheap they can sell them, and green with envy of those "Quit my day job" success stories. I don't know, maybe I just need to find cheaper materials or maybe I should start creating something else?