If looks could kill [ & interest rates at 27.99% ]

Recently I returned an item I purchased online from Sephora.I rarely buy anything from this store and I have NO idea why I thought I could find the “perfect color red lipstick online”. Marketing. It was one of my fuzzy moments.

Hand on heart- I will never do that again.

As I stood online the young girl in front of me was asked by the Sephora employee if she wanted to apply for a credit card.

The young girl, the child really, looked at me. You could see the temptation in her eyes.

Then

I simply said “ Ask what the interest rate is on the card. How much will you really be paying if you put that bottle of lotion on a credit card”

And she got it!

If looks could kill…I got a look of HATE from the employee.

Sadly and with past regret I fell into that trap. Buy now, pay later. It was only when I sat down and calculated what I was really paying for a purchase made with a credit card that my lightbulb went on.

And

Fortunately I no longer live in that land of fairytales and plastic cards, a place of buy now and pay twice the amount you should. In part, this is how and why my lifestyle of less is more was born. There are other reasons but that is for another day.

It is sad that we, in the United States are not taught in school basic finances. Perhaps, just perhaps, if we were the way we view our world and what is really necessary would be different.

Less is MORE people, Less is MORE.

I am so inspired by this picture [ and saddened at the same time ].

carolyn chebaro less is more air travel and societyThe two dapperly dressed passengers, the woman boarding the airplane and the gentleman with the dashing hat are my grandparents. This picture was taken in the early 1950s, WBC [ Way Before Carolyn ].

Can you see the red rose corsage my grandmother is sporting? My grandfather was an accountant and was invited to Europe by one of his clients. Both my mother and grandmother accompanied him.

Imagine traveling across the cold waters of the Atlantic in a plane of this type. There were no jet engines at that time only the whirling of the propellers. They traveled north along the eastern coast and crossed the waters at the closest points between the old and new worlds.

This journey today takes six hours ; then it took over thirteen hours of flying time.

As the picture reveals how they traveled with style and grace. If you have followed my posts you will know I long for the times of yesteryear. Formalities. Elegance. Respect. Order.

Recently I had to collect a friend at the airport here in Fort Lauderdale. I was saddened by what I experienced and saw.

It was a nightmare and a reflection on how far we, as a society have fallen. It seems anything goes, all is acceptable, and in so many ways.

There was no order. People scrambling in all directions with little regard for others. Pushing and shoving to get to where they want to go.

No respect.

Confusion.

People with heads pointed downward, fingers tapping on smartphones, creating havoc as they traverse.

And the noise…

Voices screaming loudly into cell phones with absolutely no regard for others around them. Let me say, some things are best said in private. It is the dirty laundry effect.

And the dress…

Have I missed the memo? Is it suitable now to travel with ripped shorts and flip flops? Have we forgotten what appropriate actually is? I think so.

Our society today : Untidy, messy, careless.

There is not much more to say but as I come to a conclusion:

Do we want to live a life full of elegance, respect, and order .

Or

One of undignified chaos, confusion, and sloppiness.

For me, there is no contest.

What about you?

watching from under the kitchen cabinet

carolyn chebaro I will preface this blog post by confessing that I am somewhat of a space geek, and yes that is me in the picture above. I love anything to do with space travel. The real stuff, not the kind you see on television. No Doctor Spock. Real people, real adventure, in real time.

Did you know there is privately funded space travel? Rockets are launched, with and without humans on exploration to the worlds above us. These modern-day pioneers are conducting all sorts of tests, many are for medical purposes. Now I wonder if they are funded by the insurance companies… surely NOT!

And FYI, last year there were over 100 space launches. SpaceX Dragon launched yesterday.

“… on board is a series of investigations involving tissue chips, which are used to simulate human organs. Researchers are hopeful that the chips will help scientists better understand the effects of microgravity on the human body”’

“Microgravity”…. boggles my mind.

Back to my thoughts.

I started to watch another one of these launches today on my smartphone as I headed into the kitchen to prepare my dinner. The phone fit snuggling underneath the kitchen cabinet, right next to the carrots and kale.

The launch was breathtaking and the enthusiastic shouts of those in mission control were inspiring and brought tears in my eyes- [ refer to paragraph one ].

I remember when, as a child, I sat with my grandparents and watched Neil Armstrong put is the first step on the moon. I think I cried even then. As I imagine this incredible feat I am sure that the world stopped breathing as we all, from all over the planet watched in amazement. Fingers and toes crossed. Wonderment.

Yes indeed, life as I [we] know it is changing quickly and without hesitation. Gone are the days when we all huddled around the television to watch a monumental event. Gone on the days when broadcasting ended at midnight.

Pure genius. Imagine designing a vehicle that shoots straight up into the sky. Inside men are transported into the unknown.What about simple things like food, oxygen, and dare I say, toilet facilities on their journey?

Sadly these inventions are dwarfed when compared to the inventions of today. The computers that can be held in your hand, cars driven by themselves, the internet and all that comes with it. Endless.

For me, I never want to forget the sheer magnitude of that first walk on the moon.

Amazing.

Where you around then?

 

 

 

 

“Alexa” play Beethoven

Life as I [we] know is changing.

Daily.  

Sometimes it seems like minute by minute.

Another industrial revolution is taken place in front of our very own eyes.

Case in point this lady, girl, child called Alexa.

For those of us who have not “adopted this imaginary being” into your life Alexa is a device that can act as your personal  electronic/techy virtual assistant. Developed by Amazon, no surprise there.

Alexa can>>>

Order anything online. Control your smart home…
Read a good book to you
Pay bills
Answer mathematical questions for you and practically any other question posed to her.

Oh…

And play music by Beethoven.

She really is quite marvelous. She is quite and only speaks when she is spoken to. She is really really smart, up to date on all things new and old. She is petite and fits practically anywhere. She is easy to care for and is easily put to bed at night.

Did I mention she is easy to use? Just give her command and well, Bob’s your uncle… your answer is revealed. Amazing.

I recall as a younger person the whispers that robots will replace human beings in the future. It seems like the future is here.

Is this a good thing. Probably. I think so, maybe, who knows.

Will Alexa replace your best friend, well I hope not. But time will tell.

Do you have an Alexa in your life? I would love your thoughts.

flying time

Short and sweet this week with a burning question…

Why does time fly by so quickly?

I was making a purchase online and had to fill in the expiration date on my debit card.

2022.

And it really really hit me…we are now living in 2019. How did this happen?

Time just flies by and I would really love your thoughts on this topic.

Why do you think life just wizzes by as we “mature”? I can CLEARLY remember when we all anxiously awaited the new millennium, unsure what would happen in our computer run existence when the “1” changed into a “2”.

Heck>>>I remember when I was 14 years old and telling everyone, not this year, not next year but the next year I will get my driving license.

Could it be that we are so wound up in daily life we somehow forget to just live and appreciate each moment? Or is God playing a nasty trick on us [ I don’t think so ]?

I await your thoughts; maybe together we can understand this all.

fear

fear

This is going to be a longer post, fasten your seat belts, you have been warned.

I am going to write this blog post in two sections, let’s say episodes. I will tie the two together at the end, so please stick around.

Episode One.

It is said that fear is public enemy number one. Fear stops you from moving forward in life be it fear of a new job,fear of moving, fear of a relationship, fear of starting that diet or an exercising regime because you think you might fail. [ Heaven forbid ]

I get this concept and from my experiences on this planet this is true. Fear is nasty.

What about you?

I think it is so easy to disguise your fear, give it a different title or name.

“ I don’t have the time….the funds… people will laugh… I am too old… I tried “it” and it did not work..laa dee dah…”

Hogwash.

All excuses.

Now if you really don’t want to change your eating habits own up. There is nothing wrong in speaking the truth to yourself. Making excuses, to me does you more harm than good.

Episode Two

This past week I walked in front of a neighbor’s kitchen window.I live in a condo so there is a public walkway past the homes. I was telling someone that the kitchen had a window . I was unable to actually look inside as the blinds were drawn close. Nothing devious or illegal in doing in this action on my part.

The next morning I received a text

“Carolyn I am out of town and saw you were looking into my front window..is there something I can do for you?”

Nothing nasty really but well that is how I took the tone of the text.

And then it dawned on me [ slow learner ] that she obviously had a camera watching me. While on vacation this neighbor took the time to watch a recording of me walking down the corridor.

Amazing. I would not waste my time.

I guess this is something I would never do. It won’t even cross my mind.

And now>>>

In conclusion,

Now as I said last week I get the internet and all its value and I appreciate it. HOWEVER,
with it’s value comes the essence of fear.

Why would anyone, away on a holiday feel the need to monitor who comes to their front door?

Why waste your time, especially if you are far away?

Fear.

Fear that something, someone might break into their home. Fear that you might be robbed. Fear that your privacy might be invaded? I think If you are away from your home for any length of time by the time you get back the nasty deed is over.

Sadly, there are many companies that feed into that fear.

My question to you is has today’s environment, with the world wide web, increased our suspicion and our fear of each other? Has this mindset increased the negative activities in our society? Do you bring on the bad because you think about it?

Is dread,horror and anxiety marketed to us? Yes of course it is.

And

Do you draw the negativity to you? [ just like that new job you will never get because if you are honest with yourself, you never really wanted it ]

These are questions I put to you. I would love your thoughts on this topic.

Let me know below…

like a herd of cattle

Hey I am all into this internet, social media and smartphone thing.

I have made friends all over the world and have found old acquaintances from college and high school here on Facebook.[ I was not popular in high school but that is a topic for another post.]

I get the whole thing.

But here is something I don’t understand at all and it is best described in a scene that played out recently in front of my own eyes.

Recently I was at Mizner Park in Boca Raton. The “girl” and I just finished our lunch at one of the eateries and we took a seat on a bench to savor the afternoon sunshine and atmosphere.

From my right appeared four millennials – two couples walking two by two – women by women,in front of the two men by men. [ think herd of cattle ]

Heads down, all engaged with their smartphones.

No conversation.

At all.

Fast forward thirty minutes

And

Who appeared to my left…that herd of cattle.

Two couples walking the same pattern – walking two by two – women by women in front of the two men by men.

And

Not a single word spoken between them. Heads down.Tapping away.

If they were they “speaking “ with each other, I have no clue.

Now call me old fashioned [ please ] but I DO NOT GET IT.

Have we gone too far?
Has the art of simple conversation died?
Do we really no longer want to enjoy each others company?
How can a piece of machinery, a smartphone, be more interesting that a person? Hey>>>

Is eye contact a lost art?

I find this so sad, not only to the “cattle” but to society as a whole. You and I, all of us will not be around in fifty years but can you imagine what it is going to be like? It might be very quiet with the lack of decent conversation. Who knows, the human race might lose their ability to speak…

If you have read this post till the end, I would love to hear your thoughts…

a simple idea…

This past week I was shopping in a nearby big box store.  I observed something that interested me and thought I would pass this idea on to you.

As I stood in the line to make my  purchase [ turtle food for Hennrietta ] The woman in front of me was paying for several bags of bird seed.

She paid with a debit card. It is SO easy to spend with a debit/credit card… pull out the card…slide…spend…next….more.

However,

Before putting the card back in her wallet she made note in her check registry, the book that is issued when you pay with a check. YES, I know the rest of the world has probably done away with checks but we here in the USA seem to be lagging in this area.

Anyway.

I thought this was genius! A great way to be mindful of spending, time and energy used.

Now I am sure there are apps that one can use to daily track your spending but for me, having to write in a book or a registry of any kind is perfect. I have started to do this. It has caused me to be conscientious of the money I spend, in a way it slows me down and in a really strange way it is very satisfying.

Who would have known!!!

And

If you try this let me know.

less is MORE… always.

#lessismore

that “A” word

I am back.

If you follow me on Facebook you will know that I caught that darn ole flu.
“He” took me down for nearly two weeks [ I say ‘He” because I am convinced a “She” would never have made me so miserable and sick ].

During this time I discovered I have a fault. SHOCK- HORROR. Here it goes…

I tend to criticize myself far too often.

And

During this down time I learned something new I would like to share with you.

A part of my less is MORE lifestyle now includes Acceptance.

Let me explain>>>

It started out like this, the words in my head:

You have pushed yourself too hard.
This is the result.
You got sick.
You need to slow down.

New words of acceptance floating in my mind:

Carolyn,

Get over it. Get a grip.
Go with the flow.
Move on. 
This is not your fault.
You are doing and always do your best.

Now I know catching the flu is not life altering. I get it. But this lesson is HUGE for me. Don’t criticize yourself, Carolyn. It is alright. All will be fine.

Acceptance.

It is a good thing don’t you think?

the handbag

Recently I watched several episodes of “Leave it to Beaver”, the sitcom which first aired here in the USA in 1957 BC [ even Before Carolyn ].

I enjoy watching old television series because they take me back to a moment when time seemed to slow down and life was valued more. Everything seemed to be done with thought, the dress, the work, the homelife and family interaction.

Looking back, some might say those old television series were just corny. Not me.

Now trust me, I am not so naive as to believe that life was not always like this but well in my dreams and in my mind it must have been a wonderful time to live>>>

When the telephone rang someone took a message [ on paper ]
Family dinners included conversations
And Sundays were special.

A good example of this lifestyle, I believe, can be found in the role of the mother in this series, June Cleaver. The respect she was shown in the family hierarchy, manner in which she dressed, the way she prepared the evening meal with a dainty  pearl necklace … I love it.

And her
Handbag.

Today there are so many styles of handbags:

Over the body,
Hung over your back
The tote
Those wrist things

And the styles all seem to have motion in mind… run here, run there, they are utilitarian.

But in June’s wardrobe you found an elegant, graceful and charming handbag, that probably housed a handkerchief, mirror, lipstick and a few dollars. It hung delightfully on her wrist.

Ladylike.

And so when recently I cleared out a closet and found a handbag of my mother’s I immediately took possession of it.

This fits well into my less is MORE lifestyle.

Simplicity
Respect
Manners
Value.

A slower pace.

Get it? 

Do you have a memory or item that takes you back to this time? I would love to know in the comments box below.