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Remember about a year and a half ago when I said I wanted to do a huge closet purge? Well, it took me forever to get around it because other things came up that distracted me and I’m the worst procrastinator when it comes to cleaning/organizing. But I finally did it! Or, well, at least I got close to finishing it anyway.

I got rid of a total of SIX garbage bags full of clothing that I no longer wear. Most things were very old, no longer fit, or had missing buttons, holes, or stains. My closet feels surprisingly empty now. In fact, I was able to clean out my entire hall closet and let my boyfriend have it to himself. Previously he was hanging some of his clothes in my closet, which was not the most efficient and there was barely any room in there any way. To do so I had to move all my jackets and coats into the back of my main closet but with all the extra room, I still have space! It’s so nice.

I’ve tackled most of the dresser, too. There’s still some things I need to go through, like the pile of clothes on top of my dresser, my lingerie chest (which has my underwear, bras, tights, and socks), my makeup, and my jewelry collection. The latter is kind of spread out all over the apartment right now in random places, so I also need to figure out how I want to store it and purchase whatever things I need for that solution. I am thinking of some clear stacking jewelry drawers for on top of my dresser for the items I wear the most, and then something for inside my closet for the things I don’t wear as often. For makeup, I’ve already cleaned off my vanity the other day but I still need to actually go through my makeup collection and purge things. I’m hoping I have enough things that I could sell to Glambot or something.

Speaking of selling things, I ended up not doing any of those online consignment things… I just had TOO MUCH STUFF to get rid of, and sadly the very easiest way to get rid of everything at once was to load it up into my boyfriend’s car and take it to Goodwill. C’est la vie.

After I’ve cleaned out all of the above, though, I know I will feel so much lighter. I already feel so from just doing the six bags of clothes! I’m not aiming to live any sort of minimalist lifestyle, but I do like the idea of downsizing to things I actually wear and use. There’s no point in keeping things that I no longer gravitate toward as I have grown and my style has evolved, but especially so if they are old (some things I’ve had since high school, why was I keeping it‽), worn out, and no longer fit.

With my hope to move to Europe within the next two years or so, downsizing in this manner is part of the process of preparing for such an endeavor. I don’t want to bring excess things with me!

Photography, San Francisco

View from Home

View from Home
This is the view from the top of the building I live in. I took the picture a while ago (last December) but recently came across it again while going through my camera roll, and I thought I’d share it. I have to say, I love high contrast black and white photos. I should take/edit more pictures like this.


Cat(s!) Update

If you follow me on Instagram at all, you’ve probably noticed I post a metric ton of cat photos. You’ve also probably noticed that I’ve adopted a second cat.

I posted back in March when I adopted Calluna, but I didn’t make a post for Gigi. It was partly because I hadn’t really settled on her name until later, but also because I wasn’t sure if I would be keeping her.

Back in April, after I returned from my Nicaragua trip, I was having some behavioral issues with Calluna. She had started to howl and cry in the middle of the night, and would continue to do so for hours until the morning when I get out of bed to feed her. Originally I thought it was because she was hungry, but if I fed her at 3 or 4 am (when she started the howling) she would only be quiet for about 15 minutes while she ate, and then she’d start up again.

After that, I thought it was probably revenge on me, for being out of town for a week and leaving her alone. However, I did have my neighbor (who has a cat of her own) come in and feed/play with Calluna every day for the express purpose to prevent her from being lonely. After two weeks with no improvements, I feared maybe there was an underlying medical issue and I took her to the vet. $300 in tests later, she checks out perfectly healthy. The vet said it sounded like she was acting as if she was in heat, but that that cause is impossible because she is spayed. He said it was very weird, but my options included putting her on some Prozac to calm her down or consider getting a second cat.

Needless to say, I did not want to put her on Prozac. As the vet put it, doing so would be like putting a nail in a wall with a sledgehammer—overkill. So I decided to consider a second cat. I talked with a few friends who have more than one cat and they reassured me that it’s not much more difficult than having one. My main concern was them getting along, as I did not want to have them hate each other, which I knew was a possibility if their personalities didn’t mesh. I opted to get a kitten, since a younger cat would be easier for Calluna to adjust to and Callie is still pretty young, herself. (She is about a year and a half old.)

So I went to a kitten rescue to meet some kittens. Gigi (who was called something different at the rescue) was a 4-month (now 6-months!) old tortoiseshell-colored kitten. She was following around an older male cat and was very playful, though timid when I approached her. The owner of the rescue assured me that she is skittish but warms up after some time. I decided to take her home and see how well she would do with Calluna, with the understanding that if they didn’t get along after a week or two that I could bring her back to the rescue.


Obviously, things worked out swimmingly. Calluna only hissed at Gigi for about a week before she got over it. Gigi was constantly approaching her, wanting to play. Now, they’re seriously inseparable and do everything together—they sleep together, lick/groom each other, play together, chase each other in circles around my apartment, etc. They also kind of eat together, but I have to keep them separated a bit because Gigi is still getting kitten food. They both sleep with me at night, too.

Callie & Gigi relaxing together

I’m pleasantly surprised at how well they’re getting on, and extremely pleased that it’s worked out so well. Calluna has completely stopped howling in the middle of the night, basically starting the day I brought Gigi home. The only one who “cries” now, funnily enough, is Gigi, at around 8 am right after I hit snooze on my alarm, because she really wants me to get up and feed her. But I can’t be mad about it, because she has the cutest, tiniest mew ever.


Meet My New Cat-Baby

I’d like to introduce you all to Calluna, my newly adopted cat-baby. She’s a black domestic short hair cat, just over a year old, and weighs in at a whopping 7 lbs.

My Cat, Calluna

She’s a rescue that I’ve adopted from a local shelter. They found her in someone’s backyard a month or two ago, but don’t think she’s feral at all. She must have been someone’s lost pet, sadly! Though no one had come to claim her, so she got put up for adoption. I brought her home last Friday night, the day after seeing her adoption page on Thursday evening! It was basically love at first sight. (When I saw her on the shelter’s website I was basically like “I MUST HAVE THIS CAT SHE’S PERFECT.”)

I’ve named her Calluna, after one of my favorite typefaces! (Which is used right here on this blog as the body text.)

I’m super, super happy. She’s adorable. Expect lots of impending cat photos on my Instagram. Continue Reading


What’s in a Name?

That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.

I’ve decided to change my blog’s name. I’ve had the name “Haecceity” (pronounced “heck-see-it-ee”) since 2006. At the time I purchased it I was just done with my freshman year of college and thought a Latin-derived term from medieval philosophy not only looked cool but I loved the meaning of it.

Don’t get me wrong—I still love the meaning of the word. Haecceity is the aspect of a person, place, or thing that makes it a specific and unique person, place, or thing. Problem is, it makes a terrible blog name. No one can figure out how to pronounce it, let alone spell it, and then I also had to buy a non-standard TLD (.nu!) so that added to it’s URL complications. Honestly, when I started the site, even I didn’t pronounce it right. It wasn’t until later that I learned the actual pronunciation of the word, which is terrible considering I was forced to take two whole years of Latin in high school.

Anyway, I digress. The point is, however cool the name may be to me, it’s not very accessible to everyone else! So I’d like to introduce you to my blog’s new name: Little & Fierce. The inspiration for this name comes from a Shakespearean quote from Midsummer Night’s Dream: “Though she be but little, she is fierce!” It feels appropriate, since I am both petite (for those not in the know, I stand a shocking 5 feet tall) and, well, fierce!

Fierce has interesting connotations. It can mean powerful, aggressive, brave, and if you go back to it’s roots in Latin (Hah! There’s that damn language again) it means “untamed.” I’m a little wild, a little weird, definitely a little aggressive, so I like it. It fits.

Let’s hope it sticks!

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