I’m Moving!

It’s official, I have my own website!

Please go visit www.simplygretaa.comΒ yep, I didn’t stray far from my original name.

all of my posts will be moved to there and I will be posting more written works and photos!

new site, same Greta.

I hope to see you there


The Start

I’ve just reached a major goal, I’m pretty proud, and i’d like to share it with you all.

If you happen to live in southern California, especially in the San Diego area you may or may not know about the bilingual newspaper La Prensa. I originally contacted them because I wanted to intern little did I know i’d be featured πŸ™‚


I covered an event celebrating El Dia De Los Muertos in the Escondido area, although small, It’s a start.


Point is, i’m very excited.
One step at a time, one day at a time. With patients and some work anything really is possible.

Happy Days,

Creative writing exercises

Today I wanted to do something a bit different. I’m taking a writing class at my university and my professor mentioned some creative writing exercises that I’d like to try out. The premise is that I have to write two separate paragraphs where I describe the same thing from two different points of view. So today I’ll be describing a lake from the perspective of someone who is in love and someone who just had their computer crash on them, and they didn’t back up all their stuff.

Try to see which is which, I’m not titling them with any specifics so here we go, one run, I’m writing this minutes before I publish let’s see how it works (one might be a total fail)

1) As I looked out into the lines shaping the clear waters of lake Omaha, I could feel my stomach turning and twisting. The shallow waves crashed at the shore, forming small bubbles where the water skid the damp sand. The smell was that of moss, dark and humid. The skies are dark and menacing, reming me of the hard work I have coming for me the weeks to come. “resting” is not possible, although I’m surrounded by calm, I can feel my restlessness, growing inside me, anger bubbling, foaming. As I look out into the lines shaping the clear waters of lake Omaha, I can feel my stomach turning and twisting, my ming grinding, and hope slipping.

2) The lake was calm and at peace. The sun’s warm rays ran up my arm filling me with warmth and comfort, this moment I shall never forget. The breeze blew through me, slowly moving the small waves crashing by my feet, bubbles dancing upward as the water kissed the moistened sand. Reflecting over my past week, I looked up, the clouds dances. Cotton balls above me, glistening a silver shimmer as the sunlight dimmed behind them. A harmonious duo they were. The sweet smell of the lake filled to the brim with feelings of comfort and peace. The breeze blew past me, causing the flowers to dance beside me as I watched the world move past me. Right here, right now, nothing mattered.

Alright, no editing will be done to these, scouts honor they are 100% raw.

Advise, comments, suggestions?
All are welcomed, hope you enjoyed this little exercise and decide to try it out yourself, again sorry i’ve been away but I will make it a point to post at least twice a week, I already have some ideas in mind.

I do plan on doing a review of the items in the Vox Box and those will be up by this weekend.

Happy Days,
Greta k

Luna Bear

Hello friends!
Luna wanted me to to you all that she now has an Instagram, where she posts about her daily life, the good the bark and the ugly so you should go check it out, search “LunaaBear” and her image should come up.

So Luna now knows that poop means pee pee pad, but pee means every stop In the house, we still have a long way to go ! πŸΆπŸŽ€πŸ’•


And I’m starting to play tennis like my uncle !


Happy days,
– Greta K.

The Art of Mixing and Matching: Part 1

Let me start off by prefacing that I’m no grad student, fashion designer or social and financial expert at that, I am just a person living a very human life.

Ever since we were born we are put in clothing, whether it be a pink or blue hat right after we “pop!”. We aren’t given a choice, I mean, it’s not like we can talk or anything but what’s wrong with white, or black?

Clothing, what we wear and how we wear it says a lot about us, even if we don’t think it does. We are sending a message to the world saying “Hey! This is who I am, this is how I represent myself, I couldn’t choose my face or body, but this is how I am wrapping it all up.”

There is a reason we have uniforms and different types or clothing, there is a rhyme as to why the retail industry is booming.

In short, these posts will convey: clothing, fashion and what it says about us, what it says about others, and everything that goes along with it, so if you’re interested in my research (yes research, for science!) stay up to date with the posts titled “The Art of Mixing and Matching”.

Happy days,
– Greta