We’re Not Afraid to Emoji

Dedicated to all of our courageous sisters on #sistersday

When my sister Lizanne texted me her “WE GOT THIS!” Bitmoji response after she nailed a critical business need (in her typical, cool, take-it-on-effortlessly fashion… while mild panic likely ensued elsewhere), I had two thoughts (and one feeling):

She is a modern day superhero
She is a genius for figuring out how to dress her Bitmoji in a fitting Boston Terrier shirt
And,
I LOVE HER. Sisters, there is a reason so many women’s empowered movements have been successful: because when we get the chance, when we feel empowered, we can bring awareness, support and an unstoppable energy to the things that matter most to us. We are a fierce bunch.

We typically work hard for the benefit of others. It is what women do (most, at least… we are learning every day). It is what my sister does. And as sisters, our efforts are somehow amplified. There is just an unbreakable connection, and I know from my own working relationship with my sister, the WE is stronger than the ME.

My sister (each of them, I am blessed with two…, and all my other “sisters” – you know who you are!):
Does she not have my back?
Does she not care more than anyone?
Does she not put up with any of my bull$@*t?

Yes, yes and yes. Lizanne and I take this job of leading our Poetic family very seriously, and as we expand our own behaviors and beliefs into a value system that positively impacts so many people through our work, our care, concern and sometimes tough love matter even more.

Our relationship has transformed how we do business, and the lessons learned throughout our lifelong relationship are now being alchemized into a much bigger purpose. Other-mindedness. Really “seeing” each other. Cooperation over competition. Encouragement and support when we (and others) need it most. Not walking away when it is easier, but working through things. Always love and a mutually respect for each’s divinity, and our collective path.

The funny thing with sisters is that we know each other intimately enough to call out each other’s flaws, but usually, we help each other through those blind spots to a greater understanding that we have been given this bond for a reason. Showing up as each other’s keepers, mirrors, coaches, shrinks, best friends, sisters.

Passing along one more text exchange with my sister now:
She, understanding and encouraging me to have my bath and chill,
And me, all prayer hands and love.So grateful for her.

There is much madness in the world, but don’t you feel it… the “we got this?” The world turns in thanks and praise for all the sisters who have ever spoken those words to one another.

Now, go draw yourself a bath Sis (and all Sisters). Re-charge and be blessed in your sacredness to all of us. We’ll text later <3

Dream Big

This is a kind of PSA, Waxing Poetic style.

DREAMING
IS
NECESSARY
FOR LIFE
& JOY IN GENERAL.

DO MORE OF IT.

Here’s an order/some advice: dream more. Start now. Reserve some time, every day, for big-dreaming.

Darlings, your daydreams matter.
So do your nightdreams.
So do your afternoon walk dreams.
So do your so-seemingly-impossible-but-also-weirdly-possible-wonderful-what-if dreams. Those especially.

American poet e.e. cummings is famous for his refusal to capitalize his name, for some of the most heartfelt and adventurous free verse poems of the 20th century, and for this very important quote:

DEEDS CANNOT DREAM WHAT DREAMS CAN DO.

It’s true. It’s always true. And in context, as we discovered when we realized that we ought to search out the original poem from which those seven words came, it’s even more true:

Behold, the final four lines in e.e. cummings’ poem [freedom is a breakfastfood]:

deeds cannot dream what dreams can do
—time is a tree(this life one leaf)
but love is the sky and i am for you
just so long and long enough

Boom.
Those four lines, so true.
Time is a tree (this life one leaf), love is the SKY…

We weren’t pulling from this poem when we designed the DREAM BIG charm, but probably somewhere in the back of our consciousness, it was there, like a little beacon, a remember-me flash of feeling and form, mixed up with the melody of Blondie’s new wave ambient anthem ‘Dreaming,’ some fragments of Mama Cass singing “Dream a Little Dream of Me,” the semi-recent re-appreciation of “Once Upon a Dream” from Sleeping Beauty (having daughters brings all the good songs back), and so many other dreamy-centric songs, other poems, pieces of prose and...we had to make something to remind us to hold space for this under-celebrated practice. Because unless you are a child, or remarkably lucky to have not had your dreaming impulse ever go dormant, dreaming is...something we sometimes let ourselves forget to do. It can slip away slowly, like a second language you rarely speak, or it can vanish with haste, often because other circumstances make the practice of dreaming seem...less important than other matters. This is a mistake, and an almost tragic one -- almost, because unlike some things, dreaming is something you can always pick back up.Dreaming is paramount. Dreaming generates wishes and wonder and will. Dreaming is the fuel of doing because, as per e.e., dreams do infinitely more than deeds -- they make us brave. Dreams set us free, they give us scope to hope and shape our futures and beautiful nows. There is no one ideal dream, no one version anyone needs to hold onto (precious, like a magical orb)

Dreaming is indulgent and empowering. Dreaming is liberation. Dreaming is vital. Dreaming is something that requires little other than giving yourself permission to consider...more and welcome abundant possibilities, maybe shyly, maybe rapturously, maybe awkward, maybe quiet, but always inviting and making room for wonder.

We made our DREAM BIG charm as a reminder of this -- something to wear, something to give, but most importantly something to delightfully affirm every wearer’s fundamental right to DO IT AND OFTEN.

And this month, should you find yourself selecting treasures and keepsakes for your friends or family or favorite person, keep in mind that if your shopping basket crosses the $125 total threshhold… DREAM BIG can come home with you. With our cheering. For free. Use code: DREAMBIG

MEET MY DAD, THE AUTHOR OF HIS LIFE

Constantly surprising us kids, never shunning hard work, constantly “going for it,” and upping the game of life.  Growing up with Joe Pagliei as my Dad, life with this “man from nothing” was really “something.”

“Me, I’m just the son of an Italian Immigrant from Clairton who got the opportunity to get out of a dusty steel town because I scored a few touchdowns for Clairton High.” - from Joe Pagliei: The Roastmaster

He let me puff his cigar at 8 years old after I begged him to try (yes, it was horrifying… but that didn’t keep me from taking up smoking a number of years later… but he got me out of that soon enough by having his doctor scare the bejezzuz out of me. Big thanks for this Dad!).

Then there was the goat incident.  Dad brought one home from the racetrack in the middle of the night (don’t ask).  We called him “Elmer” and gave him old shoes to gnaw on in the backyard. Soon, Elmer was on the shed. Surprise, this one didn’t last long (the neighbors were the thankful ones this time).

Dad was always destined for one thing: whatever it was that he wanted to do.

My Dad during Atlantic City’s Casino “Golden Age,” with the sports legends he calls friends: Tommy Lasorda, Joe DiMaggio and Joe Torre - from Joe Pagliei: The Roastmaster

Larger than life, my smartly dressed high-school hall-of-famer, NFL championship team member, much smarter-than-he-looks papa (known as “Big Joe” to the neighborhood kids) also made an excellent fried-egg-n-grits breakfast, taught me to jitterbug, and dressed in drag as “The Godmother” for Halloween (his Italian Mafioso mother version of Brando, with knee-high stockings, hairnet, and an automatic in her grandmotherly purse, was spot on).  And a million other hilarious, awesome, embarrassing, and brave things.

He was always on to great things, with each and every little thing, creating his remarkable story the whole time.

It took 3 years, but really a lifetime.   I can’t say it was a total surprise, Dad writing his autobiography, because he has been telling these sometimes outrageous stories for YEARS and people have been urging him for YEARS to write and share them.  But when he actually put it out there, when he said “I’m writing my book” we were all sort of like “wow, is Dad really writing a book?”

Yes, he was and he did.  And it is GREAT. And I am so proud of him.

As I said earlier, I always knew what he was capable of, because if he had the passion and discipline to become great at fatherhood, football and the casino business, he could become great at other things, like being an author.

But it isn’t just passion and discipline.  His real secret? He has always just been great at being himself.

“Fighting off the negativity that others are trying to introduce into your life. These are the people who quietly steer you away from clearheaded thinking. You are not always going to be right, but make the decision that fits your personality and beliefs. If you do that, and you are willing to put in the work to support your decision, in most cases you will reap the rewards.”
- from Joe Pagliei: The Roastmaster

Dad can say, do, be anything he wants, always (despite a humble upbringing and starting with very little, and many other obstacles) because he is a believer in instinct, the voice inside, his “gut.”  He doesn’t look outside of himself for answers.  He makes his own. He is, truly, self-made and self-reliant.

My dad understands, and taught me, the secret of being unapologetically oneself.  He took this secret and created a colorful life, multiple careers, a family, amazing friends (both celebrity and non-celebrity) and now a book.

Dad, the world needs that special thing that only you have- thank you for being YOU.  You have roasted, hobnobbed, rallied, danced, competed with, loved, cared for and blessed all of us who know you in one way or another.

Oh yes, and about that “nudge” from his dad.  Big Joe says, “ If I were making my own decisions at the time, I would have stayed behind as a Clairton Bad Boy and not taken advantage of the ticket out that football was offering.  I had this girlfriend at the time, and even with 105 colleges vying for my services, I had no interest in college. It was my good fortune that my father, Alberto, who arrived in this country 30 years earlier with no job or language skills, had the good sense to tell me, ‘You no go to-a-college; you no-a my son.’
Pop, thank you, and I’m glad I listened. I would have missed out on all of these memories if it weren’t for you.”

About Dad’s Book:
Philadelphia Eagle alumnus Joe Pagliei has released his debut book, titled Joe Pagliei: The Roast Master.

A real-life Zelig, Joe's story starts in during the Depression Era, in a humble a steel-mining town in Western Pennsylvania, where he lived under the same roof as the local neighborhood numbers runner, and from there he never stopped surrounding himself with colorful characters. Going on to a professional football career, he has taken his natural-born ability for being everyone's buddy and woven it into a narrative that covers much of the "back nine" of the 20th century.

As one of the top casino hosts during the Golden Era of Atlantic City, Joe entertains with how he was personally recruited by Donald Trump as the first employee hired by the future president when he decide to get into the gaming business. While working at the casinos, Joe found himself moving with an A-list crowd from sports and entertainment, including Sammy Davis, Jr., Rich Little, Don Rickles, Bobby Rydell, Charo, Chuck Norris, Joe Dimaggio, Mickey Mantle, Joe Namath, Billy Martin, Lawrence Taylor, Sugar Ray Leonard, Joe Torre, Joe Frazier, Larry Holmes, Pete Rose, Julius Irving, Willie Mays, and Tommy Lasorda, along with other NFL hall-of-famers, and an assorted cast of high-roller types.

Friends, you can find it here!
At the end of the book, Dad says, “Being truthful with yourself and those around you makes it possible to go through the day with a winning attitude. I think I’ve been successful at relating this, because no man can be more blessed with a positive family than I am.”

Thank you for instilling your positivity in me, and for your many gifts Dad, this book being such a special one.  When they make the movie, I will be buying the first ticket!  I love you!

With these hearts, we thee love:

VIVA AMORTo Have And To Hold All The Wonder Yet Received (and to make room for more, because it’s coming)

Wedding Season is upon us all, particularly if you’re the bride/mother of the bride/sister of the bride/best friend of the bride/father of the bride/groom of the bride/bride of the bride/best man of the bride…

This is a season for grand adventures, for starting out, for starting over, for starting something transcendent and transforming, for going forward without reservations with love, hope, heart, bravery, and will.

With this heart, I thee wed.

This is a season to celebrate unions, to reaffirm commitments, to surround and be surrounded in love, to pay particular attention to this most important adventure -- the one you begin when you both say I do. With those words -- you both embark on everything else, together, thereafter and onward.

Waxing Poetic emphatically believes there is no one right way to do a wedding, just as much as we believe there is no right way to tell (or write) a story, to make a poem, to make an adventure, or to be -- just as long as you are true to yourself, true to your beloved, and you grant yourself permission to  MAKE THIS MOMENTOUS MOMENT YOURS (however it makes sense to you), because it is.

We love weddings. All the weddings. All the love. All the varieties.

In fact, we encourage and celebrate making the event a celebration of YOU and your wondrous intended -- whether that means a rustic-meets-luxe barn wedding or a grand catered affair or a portable disco party or something very sweet and quiet in a small chapel or a rolicking adventure with mariachis or costumes or something dreamy and simple and perfectly apt for the two most important people there...all of it is wonderful, so long as it is wonderfully yours.

Big? Splendid!

Small? Darling.

Elopement more your speed? Yesssss….We swoon for a good story. Tell us yours?

Courthouse? Yes.

Medium sized, traditional, with a cello player? Of course!

Micro-sized with a hot air balloon, two betrothed beloveds, and someone to make it official? YES YES.

On a subway en route to see the Yankees? Why not?

Vegas? Yes!

Beachside? Always yes.

Vineyard? Delicious yes.

Destination? Yes.

Destination as in your own backyard, your parents’ house, a favorite pergola in the botanical garden where your grandmother was a docent and where you first learned about and to love peonies? YES YES YES.

Wedding disguised as someone else’s party in a beautiful location where guests are invited under the pretext of said party but is in fact a surprise wedding? OH DEFINITELY YES (one of us did this, in fact, and it remains one of the best decisions we ever made...and perhaps someday you’ll read about it here, but today, just know that...it was glorious.).

Wedding as yet undescribed in our list but involving you, your beloved, and whomever you deem necessary with whatever method of celebration and ceremony you both choose and whatever manner of attire/scene/theme/adventure/duration/color palette/music/dancing/no dancing/endless mexican street food or exquisite amuse bouches or your favorite barbeque or perhaps something very classical and/or...it could go on but really; ANYTHING else that you wish to include and request the honor of and your friends/family/chosen family’s company for? YES YES YES.

You found each other. You’re celebrating the intersection of one another’s journeys and wending a new way together, and we...are just starry-eyed and cheering for all of it. You are in love and you are declaring that to all and we are...joystruck.

And now, because we love it, some Latin:

Amor Vincit Omnia (you know this one: “love conquers all”)

Amor Magicae est Realis. (you should know this one: “love is real magic”)

Commencement!

A Time to Confer Degrees and to Confer Delight.

Located usually somewhere between late Spring and midsummer is a season unrecognized by meteorologists but deeply felt by those it touches (who are many): Graduation Season, a brief but seriously significant span of time in which we celebrate the completion of hard-earned goals and the literal commencement of new adventures.

To the class of 2018 -- whether it’s preschool (adorable cuties in colorful mortarboards walking a short distance to receive cheerful diplomas sending them onward to kindergarten), kindergarten, elementary school, middle school, high school, college, university, a professional degree, trade school, professional certifications, returning students or first time adult graduates -- we are cheering and cheering and cheering some more.

You did it! Let’s celebrate!

While graduation celebrations usually revolve around the recent conferee (and with entirely deserved and joyful reason), we’ve been equally enchanted by recent phenomena in which graduates choose to share the spirit of triumph/completion/achievement with those that got them there -- a move beyond ‘hi mom/thanks friends’ that can include (but are in no way limited to) recent grads throwing follow-up gratitude gatherings in honor of supportive families, or coteries of former roommates, housemates, and dormmates celebrating their interconnected adventures of all nighters/midterm struggles/highs and lows and all manner of stories.

Whether this is your first or fifteenth Graduation Season, make it meaningful, make it joyous, but most importantly, make it yours.

And for those of you who will be cheering cheering from the audience/grandstands/sidelines/backstage/top of a crowded knoll, may we suggest some celebratory swag for your graduates?

FOR THE LADS

Genesis Band Ring: Encourage your triumphant graduate this commencement season to commence his own new adventure with our Genesis Band Ring, engraved with a series of encouraging maxims to help him shape his new beginnings (along with your love and and support).

FOR THE LASSES

Write Your Own Way: Brave girls still need reminding and encouragement, even after accolades. Our WRITE YOUR OWN WAY necklace celebrates your favorite graduate’s independent spirit and applauds her determination both in school and beyond.

FOR EVERYONE

Compass Necklace: Your graduate needs to be reminded that wherever they go next, they have your love and support and faith in their ability to direct their own course. 

Father's Day

We’re very outspoken regarding our love for our mothers and mothering at Waxing Poetic, but if you have any doubts about our equal appreciation of fathers, don’t. We

Are

Very

Grateful

And

We

Want

It

Known.

To that end, here is a tumbly heartfelt poem-slash-letter-slash-list-slash-effusive-string-of-gratitude-and-noticing -- this will never be enough, the words will never be enough, but *you* are always enough, so we’ll try.

Dear Dads --

WE LOVE YOU.

We love proud papas.

We love dear daddies.

We love fearless fathers.

We love pas, pops, and padres.

We love grandpas, granddads, and great greatfathers.

We love the wonderful men who raised us, who help raise our children, who help raise our best friends, who helped raise you dear reader, and who are, in whatever way make the most sense, the very finest men we know.

You are our first heroes, our favorite audience members, our most heard member of the cheering section, our kind protectors, our faithful supporters, our best men.

We love out nontraditional father names, we love our adoptive dads, our stepdads, our foster fathers, our second dads, our fathering influences, our favorite best men. All of them, fathers, precious and brave, steadfast and true.

Thank you for laughing with us (and sometimes, deserevedly but never unkindly, at us).

Thank you for showing up. Thank you for staying. Thank you for holding our hands.

Thank you for silly songs. Thank you for sharing your stories.

Thank you for teaching us how to swim, how to sail, how to skateboard, how to surf,

how to swing a bat, how to stand up on a skateboard (or carve downhill on a Trikke), how to draw, how to listen carefully, and well, how to make people feel important by making room for their eccentricities as you did with ours, how to encourage the parts of us that have come to make us who we are -- even when or if you didn’t quite understand the deep meaning of our 9th grade art project, or just why we needed to go that maybe unbearable for you concert but you took us and we went and we’ve never stopped bragging about it...

Thank you warrior dads, thank you peacemaking fathers, thank you brave heroes, thank you whimsical wonderful sillies, thank you for letting us sneak in late with you knowing about it, thank you for showing us how to (            ), thank you for campfires, for detailed explanations when asked about nearly anything, thank you for celebrating our eccentricities even when they didn’t make sense to you, thank you for loving us, thank you for being present.

Fatherhood is as ongoing action as much as it is anything else, and so instead of waxing expected over playing baseball/football/fixing cars/golfing (though, full disclosure, we love all of those things and will shortly address them too), let’s give some room for the unexpected, or the undersung, or perhaps, space for yours (or you):

[insert your favorite father memory] : WE SALUTE [his name].

 Dearest dads, far and wide, near and distant, living and heavenward,

thank you with all our hearts for loving us.

Find a Father's Day gift in our POET collection.

#iampoetic - Featured Friend Hannah

 FEATURED FRIENDS OF WAXING POETIC

 HANNAH CHILDS SHINES HER BEAUTIFUL LIGHT

Hi! I'm Hannah. I'm a 27 year old fashion designer in Santa Barbara with my own equestrian accessories and clothing line called Style Stock. I started riding horses when I was five years old, and have had my horse (Harry Potter) since I was 12. I took to art and design as a child, but decided I wanted to be a fashion designer with an equestrian line at age 16 when I saw Project Runway for the first time. I'm inspired by classic, feminine, and timeless designs. I started Style Stock as a creative outlet and hobby while I was designing for UGG, and decided to pursue it full time 2 1/2 years ago. I am currently renovating a fixer upper in SB with my fiancé, who I will be marrying this fall in Tuscany, Italy. In my free time, I'm most often outside and active, whether it be riding, running at the beach, or doing yoga, or doing something creative like drawing, sewing, or designing new projects for our house.

I first heard about Waxing Poetic when I was 16 when my mom told Patti that I wanted to be a fashion designer. She hired me to work a few days each week after school to get my feet wet in the business. I did everything from helping as her design assistant, to customer service, order processing, and even went to a trade show in New York. Working for Patti for three years and seeing how brilliant of a designer and business woman she is, confirmed my dreams of having my own design company. WP served as an amazing foundation for me to follow my dreams as an entrepreneur, and Patti continues to be a close friend and incredible mentor to me.

On dreaming big and changing the world
My dream is to build a brand that inspires women to be strong, independent, bold, passionate, and original and to create style that makes them feel naturally beautiful. I hope that as women we can lift each other up and support each other's dreams, struggles and accomplishments. I believe that when we are kind, encouraging and genuinely excited for one another's successes, we can change the world.

What matters most?
 Living a life that is filled with passion and purpose. For me that means having a career that not only inspires me, but brings beauty, confidence and expression to others. It means spending quality time with my family and closest friends. It means doing things I love; that fuel, ground, and excite me.
And being “poetic?”
Being poetic means leading with love, being authentic to myself in speech and actions, and sharing that with the world.

We love guiding principles.  What is yours?

"Shine your beautiful light

To raise the vibration of consciousness

And come at everything from a place of love

So we may celebrate together the oneness of all for peace in our sacred world"

Favorite Waxing Poetic pieces? I love my "In Time" pendant. It is a symbol for me to follow my heart, but to also be patient and let the universe guide me in the direction of my dreams. I love the roman numerals on the front, signifying the time on a clock, and the script writing on the back. I recently wore it on my first solo international trip to Europe. In moments of solitude, temporary loneliness or unsureness it served as a reminder that I am right where I am supposed to be. My other favorite piece is the "Be the Light" pendant (I wear it on the Breidon Charm Choker so the pendant sits right at my heart ). I love it because it signifies leading with light, kindness, and compassion. I love the image of the sunburst in mixed metals with the black Kristal- it really is a showstopper! I have a bit of an affinity for the sun (I have a sunburst tattooed on my wrist) so when I saw this piece I immediately knew I needed to wear it.

I've found that Waxing Poetic customers are a devoted bunch. When people see me wearing the jewelry they are excited and most often enthusiastic to share the story of how they picked their own pieces and their experience with WP. 
There is such meaning and intention behind the designs. The pieces all signify different parts of our lives and serve as amulets for people to wear, give and cherish. I love that they are carved by hand out of wax, and cast in the different metals. WP is one of my favorite things to gift because whether it is serving as a celebration, memento, life milestone, totem or amulet for guidance, I can find something for anyone.

The first important job. Ever. Forever.

Leading with my mother’s love lessons, my own daughter Lulu:
future grownup, leader, caregiver, mom, who knows?

When you think about it, being a mother is the most significant job there is.  My own mom, Rita, clearly understands this… and all amazing moms do. So much so, that my mom’s profession on her Facebook profile is simply “Mother.”  She knows that the job of “Mother” is far more important than the many other things she did and does with her life.

It takes courage and sacrifice to become a mother.  Mine has four kids… and six grandchildren… and she loves and nurtures each one of us. Not so easy if you want to find time for yourself.

In my decisions as a mom each day, I am reminded of how I was mothered.  When I am not sure what to do, I trust my inner voice… the one my mom taught me how to tune into. I also trust mom’s guidance. My mom is so present in my daughter’s life, giving her a sense of belonging. The love and attention just never ceases. Mom teaches me still how to see Lulu for who she is right now, and also for her potential as she grows.

Back to her Facebook profile page: it reads retired under “Mother,” and we joke about this, because my mom is actively mothering, always (even if she holds back comment… there is always a reason).

There is no retiring, no quitting this most important of all jobs.  I don’t think my mom would have it any other way… and I’ll be bold enough to speak for all my mom friends: they wouldn’t either.

I have unending admiration for my mom, and all the moms out there (however you became one, through whomever you are mothering… and the “mothers of mothers” and midwives too). The world relies on you to show up to this job every day, with love… and you do.  It is hard, unappreciated and heartbreaking at times, yet the most rewarding job on the planet.

You are our creator on Earth. You must be, you are, full of grace. You are our life force, our origin, the one we return to, our Only One. The one with deep powers, intuition and the ability to advance our human-ness through love. Without this love, we have no chance, so thank you Mom and blessings to all the moms, and to all of us… the children, the future, held in you.

REVERENT EARTH

Are we really going to let our Earth continue to suffer?

Every one of us, EACH ONE OF US, can do our part to ensure that we have an Earth that will continue to support our breath, thirst, hunger, wanderlust, dreams…LIFE.  We owe it to our Mother, our Creator, our Earth and our own SPIRIT to respect her..Mother Earth, we dedicate this Reverent Earth charm to you: without your love, without your precious stillness, sustaining substances, without your sure ground to walk on, your disasters to remind us to let your wild life awe us, your expansiveness to humble us, and your mysteries to thrill us, no life exists, no song, no sail, no care… no heaven.

“Wilderness is not a luxury but a necessity of the human spirit, and as vital to our lives as water and good bread."

 - Edward Abbey

Join us, as we join others in the mission to honor and protect the earth and her resources.  A portion of sales proceeds will be donated to @waterkeeperalliance in an effort to defend our watersheds and waters ources.