Monday, October 27, 2014

Ceci quarante!

I turned 40 today.

I was feted with waffles.  Waffles!!! My colleagues brought in frozen waffles and toppings and we ate a nice breakfast together.  I also had a nice birthday card from them, featuring Justin Bieber.

Then lunch with Jim, who gave me some candy from a shop from his hometown - plus a beer mug with a Preds logo.

Then a long, long drive to Arkansas.  We had intended to stop in Memphis for ribs.  We didn't get ribs - Rendezvous is closed on Mondays.

Instead, we met one of our customers for sushi and football talk.

Now I'm in my room, coughing and blowing my nose.  I'm tired.

I was busy, I celebrated...

And now, I am sleepy.

I'll medicate and call it at a night.

This is 40.


Sunday, October 26, 2014

The final few hours...

So, I'll be in my 30s for another few hours.

I'm pretty ready for my 40s.  I'm going to head to Little Rock tomorrow for work.   And then I'm back Thursday night.

Halloween Friday and I party on Saturday.

My thirties were good to me - the best of times, the worst of times.

I'm ready for the new chapter.

This weekend was awesome.  We went to a reception for our friends, Ginny and Cara - who got married in Vermont, and partied in Georgia.

It was awesome.

Here's Matt with one of the lovely brides, and me looking astonished, with a touch of sinus headache:

It has mostly been the best of times.


Friday, October 24, 2014


So, I had a long flight yesterday, and to prepare for that, I went on and put a ton of free books on my Kindle.

The free stuff on Amazon is hilarious.  In addition to the classics you can get for free, there's a lot of romance novel grade material on there.  Some of it is old Harlequin material, but a lot of it is self-published.

Yesterday, I loaded a series about a BBW Werewolf and her quest to find and mate an alpha male, as she was the pack's alpha female.  It was hilarious, weird and a little hot. 

All three gorgeous men wanted her, and thought her weight was sexy.  And they were all also werewolves who lived in a mansion together. Obviously.

It was such a specific subgenre.  Big girls, handsome dominant wolf-men, high end living arrangements.

The main characters's names were Aspen, Rafe, Hawthorne and Lindon.  The villain's name was Fang.  Really?  Too easy.

Apparently, wolves mate for life... and there were lots of discussions of pheromones, scents and low growls.

I was hooked.

I read another one about a man who appraises vintage toys and games for a living, trying to woo a woman who is too busy for love.  It ended well.

I know I could do better than this.

Maybe I should try.

Or, maybe I should let my slug of NyQuil quiet my sinus drainage, the sore throat and the breathing issues resulting thereof, and go to bed.


Allison "BBW, but the W doesn't stand for Werewolf" Everett

Thursday, October 23, 2014


There's a quote that says, "Pain is inevitable, suffering is optional."

Is that true?

I don't know.

My sinuses hurt like a mother.  The kind of pain where you think you could pull out a few teeth and you'd be all set.

And it feels like the start of a cold, but probably isn't.  Or might be.

And I'm furious with some of the nonsense that's going down at work, and all anyone wants to do is talk about it.

Words, words, words - I'm so sick of words...


Saturday, October 18, 2014

New and unimproved

In advance of my 40th birthday in nine days, I did a little redesign on the blog.  It's cleaner, it's got some custom fonts and whatnot.

I'm not totally sold on it, but for now, it will work nicely. 

Basically, it was this or start my housework, and I'm stalling.

But since I have a party two weeks from today, I had better get to getting.

Seattle this week, Little Rock next.  After a tiring month on the road, I am READY to get back in the air, back in front of customers, and out of the office.

Here we go!


Sunday, October 12, 2014

Bleibet ihr und trinken

This weekend was Oktoberfest in Nashville.  I missed it last year because I was down in Atlanta, tending to Dad after his stroke.  And Mom, for that matter.

This year, I didn't know if I'd be able to go - because Work Day in the mountains would have kept me out of Nashville, even if the stroke hadn't.

But yesterday, at 1:30, Matt and I made the scene.  And it was a damn good scene.

And since my liver is in decent shape, I decided to partake of a half liter of Nashville's finest brew - Yazoo Brewery's Gerst.  It was SO GOOD.

I got a nice buzz going.

Even after the beer buzz, I had a buzz from being around lots of people I love:

I'm also wearing my father's hat.  It was purchased long enough ago that the label reads, "Made in W. Germany".

I am happy.  I think Dad would have been happy for me.


Thursday, October 9, 2014


You might remember from past blog posts that I am superstitious.

I also have a secret power that enables me to find four leaf clovers crazy easy.

Although, right after Dad died, I couldn't find any.

And that went on all Spring and Summer.

And then yesterday

Stella is getting her groove back, y'all.

And hockey starts tonight!


Tuesday, October 7, 2014

What's New, Yorker?

So, my letter got published in the New Yorker!!!!
I initially thought they edited it a little weird to make it sound like you can buy plus sized clothes at the brick and mortar Old Navy (you can't). But it turns out, I left out a very important "don't" in one sentence.  Oops.

But I got my dig in at Michael Kors, so...


Here's the letter as it appeared in the New Yorker:

I was delighted to read about people devoted to the business of making larger women fashionable. As for the chicken-and-egg problem of customers not wanting, buyers not ordering, and designers not creating, it seems clear that the trouble originates with designers and bleeds down to retailers. If Michael Kors does not advertise his own line, why would a department store be eager to provide those clothes to customers? If a plus-size magazine exists only online because it can’t find advertisers, then how can those designers cultivate the interest needed to get their clothes into stores? In the plus-size section of any department store, you will likely find a handful of women desperately looking for something that is missing. Whether it’s the Lane Bryant-designated “Ava” type, who needs something other than a peasant top and soft pants for a business trip, or a “Jennifer,” who wants to look as good as her straight-size friend when they meet for dinner on Friday, there aren’t many options. And, when bathing suits or winter coats come in, the overflow of additional stock typically encroaches on the already small area devoted to women of size. Online retail has helped better meet consumers’ needs, but it does not offer the same quality of service that one finds at stores that, like Old Navy, actually put out plus sizes where women can see them and, more important, try them on. Ultimately, I am hopeful that the ever-increasing demand will necessitate a bigger, better supply.
Allison Breyer Everett
Nashville, Tenn.

Here's the letter as it was sent to the New Yorker (with the addition of the missing "don't"):

As a curvy, or full-figured, or plus-size woman - whatever the buzz word is this season - I was delighted to read about people devoted to the business of making larger women fashionable.

As to the chicken and egg problem of customers not wanting/buyers not ordering/designers not creating, It originates with designers, and bleeds into retailers.  If Michael Kors can't endorse its line, why would a department store be excited to provide those clothes to their customer?  If a plus-sized magazine exists only online because it can't find advertisers, then how are those designers building the excitement needed to get their clothes in stores, let alone generate sales?

In any plus size department of any department store, you'll likely find a handful of women desperately looking for something that is missing.  Whether it's the (Lane Bryant designated) "Ava" type who needs something other than a peasant top and soft pants for a business trip, or a "Jennifer" who wants to look as good as her straight sized friend when they meet for dinner on Friday, there aren't many options.  And when summer bathing suits or winter coats come in, the overflow usual takes the already small area devoted to women of size, and shrinks and crowds it further.

Online retail has helped better meet consumers' needs, but it creates a crutch for brick-and-mortar clothiers like Old Navy who (DON'T) offer plus sizes, but don't actually put them in stores where women could eyeball them, or, more importantly, try them on.  

Ultimately, the ever increasing demand will necessitate a bigger, better supply. The past decade has shown progress, and events like these, along with the media coverage like this article help make a big, fat, curvy difference.

Best regards,

Allison Breyer Everett

Sunday, October 5, 2014

Atone deaf

Yesterday at sundown, Yom Kippur ended.  The Jewish day of atonement.  A day of prayers and fasting.

I spent my day clearing brush up at the cabin, then came down and ate a Jimmy's Special at Rhea's - the best fucking burger ever.

Above is a Jimmy's Special.  This one has bacon.  Mine didn't.  I did go for double meat.  It was amazing.

Note the use of both meat and cheese.  This is NOT kosher.  Even sans bacon.  And I ate it before sundown.  I ate lunch and breakfast before.  I did not fast.

I did not atone.

I think, to quote a song I kind like, "Under the circumstances, I've been shockingly nice" .

I'm sure I have plenty to atone for.  Being unkind, impatient, impulsive, greedy, angry, gluttinous.

But I'll do better next year.

I promise.


Thursday, October 2, 2014

The Last Time

This time last year, I was in Chicago.  I had a ball.  I shopped.  I had tea with one of my favorite colleagues (who left the company shortly after). 

We worked hard, then at night, went to dinner and played hard. 

The weather was perfect, the people were nice, and it was such a fun happy time.  I came home with a ton of happy memories, several deep dish pizzas in a cooler bag, one of my favorite dresses I've ever owned, and a lot of bath bombs from Lush.

It's sort of embedded now in my memory as "the last time before it went to hell".

And that's probably not fair or true but here's basically what went down after that:

One week later, Dad had his stroke and I went to Atlanta.  Then my sister got there.

Dad went into rehab #1. 

My sister and I went home.

I went to Texas

We found out my sister and her family would be moving to Japan.

I went to a Halloween party.

I went down to see him on my birthday.  Mom and I had breakfast together. 

Dad went into rehab #2.

I went to Illinois.

I went to Texas.

I went to Wisconsin.

I visited Atlanta.

I went to Texas.

I went to Louisiana

Thanksgiving with Mom, Dad and Matt.  Disasterous.

I got Mirena.  That actually turned out to be amazing.

I went to Alaska.

 Christmas with Mom, Dad and Matt.  Dad cried when he had to go back to rehab.  Disasterous.

I went to Texas.

I went to Texas.

Dad got out of rehab, and Mom became his full-time healthcare worker.  And I felt terrible.

I went to Nevada.

I visited Mom and Dad and realized Mom was in over her head.

I went to Texas.  And we went to the rodeo.  It was awesome and fun.

I went to Texas.  Again.

I went home to visit.   I decided to stay an extra day.

We took Dad to the doctor.  I decided to stay another day.  Our friend Bev suggested we get my sister to Atlanta, stat.

Dad went to the ER.  I decided I'd be in Atlanta for awhile.

Dad went into the hospital.

Dad went into ICU.

Dad left the hospital, and came home to hospice.

My sister arrived.

Dad died.  I found him.

Matt arrived.

My brother-in-law and nephew arrived.

We had a "celebration of life".

My sister and her family went home.

Matt went home.

I came home.

I went to Alaska.

I went to Wisconsin.

I went to California.

I went to New York.

I cried in the car in New York.

I went to East Tennessee.

I went to the doctor and found out my liver was jacked up.

I went to Colorado.  It sucked, even though it was supposed to be awesome.

I went to Pennsylvania.

I went to Washington.

I went to the cabin and had a meltdown.

I went to Arizona.

I went to North Carolina.

I went to the cabin for the 4th of July Weekend and we had a second memorial for Dad.  I was not re-elected to the board of directors.

My sister and her family moved to Japan.

I went to Oklahoma.

I went to Missouri.

I went to Kentucky.

I went to California.

I went to the doctor and found out my liver is not jacked up anymore.

I have spent the last four weeks in the office wishing I could be anywhere - even Texas sounds good.

My entire department got re-orged.

Jesus.  No wonder I'm tired.

Mostly of Texas, as it turns out.

Well, I have a few trips coming up, and a birthday and some other fun things.

Maybe it's time to have some new happy times.