Sleepy Hollow

The other day something terrible donned upon me- We don't have the Tim Burton rendition of "Sleepy Hollow" in our DVD collection. Sometimes things get lost in translation when moving (and we've moved a lot) but still, why we don't have this movie has baffled me. I'm a Burton fan, have been since I was a kid and first saw "The Nightmare Before Christmas"*. I was hooked on his characters as any black sheep searching for the "yes, I understand" would be. From Batman Returns to Beetlejuice, Big Fish to Edward Scissorhands, Frankenweenie and Ed Wood, I loved them all but something about Sleepy Hollow bewitched me and it's not just Johnny Depp looking incredibly dapper either. I still can't exactly put my finger on it to this day but here's some pictures I found that may explain it more than I could. Given the time of the year and Halloween's impending arrival I figured it was only appropriate-











Kinda makes me appreciate my tattoo more





*Contrary to popular belief given the fact that I am a Burton fan, I DID NOT name my son after Jack Skellington.

For any mother-to-be...

It seems as if every other blog I come across the author is expecting. Some of them ask for suggestions about products and nursery room colors, but my favorite is "the baby book". More often than not "What To Expect When You're Expecting" is the first thing suggested. No offense to "WTEWYE" (it is helpful, but I felt it caused me more anxiety) but I had to share my favorite-



I flipped through a few other books while trying to find "the one." A book to help guide me while keeping in mind that holy-shit-I'm-19-and-having-an-unplanned-baby! It has wonderful advice, words from other mothers, it is honest and progressive and I was very happy to read it until the pages literally fell out of it's binding (I carried it with me EVERYWHERE in my tote). Now if only they had another book about toddlers...

Anyway, that's my two cents on the whole baby book suggestion.

I'll be posting a weekend wrap-up of "Fall Fashion Weekend Warrior" tonight. The weekend was pretty filled up between visiting family (no complaints there!) and running errands. Needless to say, I left the old blogstead to fend for itself. In the meantime, here's some songs I've had bouncing back and forth in my head and in the car all weekend.-

Day Four (kinda sorta)

Not a big fan of these pictures but I was too disenchanted to try and make more. Some days you feel "it" and some times you don't. I'm going to continue with these into the weekend. I haven't pulled out a dress once and this bothers me. There shall be a dress by Sunday, mark my words! Also, Jack has been pretty keen on bogarting recent photo sesh's. I kind of like it as it usually keeps the heat off of me- LOOK AT THE BABY! LOOK AT THE BABY!

Outfit Details-

Shirt- unlabeled, Buffalo Exchange
Tank- Hanes HIS way, but made it mine.
Shorts- Forever 21
Tights- Simply Vera by Vera Wang, Kohls (and I can't recommend these tights enough! I snatched up a few pairs when I discovered them on sale one day.)
Boots- Buffalo Exchange (as seen in previous post)

On Jack-
Henley (under shirt)- Old Navy
Batman Shirt- Target
Shorts- Target
Deer In Headlights Face- Mom

If I Had My Own High School...

Siouxsie Sioux and Robert Smith would be the "Class Couple."

Day Three (for me anyway)

Anyone for a round of soccer?

Outfit Details
Tunic- Nolita, thrifted- Buffalo Exchange
Slip (underneath)-Rampage, Ross
Tights- Simply Vera by Vera Wang, Khol's
Shoes- Wanted, Buffalo Exchange

Day Two-ish

This was taken pretty much fresh out of the shower. I suppose a smile couldn't have hurt...grumble grumble.

Outfit Details-
Beret- Target
Vest- Ross
Frilly Blouse- Old Navy, thrifted
Tank (underneath)- Hanes, stolen from husbands side of the closet
Jeans- Rampage, thrifted
Shoes- Steve Madden, Buffalo Exchange

About 90% of my wardrobe comes from Buffalo Exchange so the outfit details may be monotonous. And yes, my bedroom wall really is THAT red. It was there when we moved in.

Procrasinator

I'm currently in the midst of doing laundry, organizing my clothes (found all of my tights again!), and I just discovered about $20 in change around the house. I texted my husband saying that we should really put it in a jar for a "Date Night Fund", "Sin Spending Fund", or "Romance My Wife So She Doesn't Turn Into The Creature From the Black Lagoon Fund." My fashion posts will usually occur during the evening hours since that's the time I usually get around to uploading the pictures. In the meantime here's some insta-sexy...

Fashion Week Outfit Numero Uno

Outfit Details
Shirt- Urban Renewal by Urban Outfitters
Tank- Target
Shorts- Buffalo Exchange
Boots- Buffalo Exchange
Necklace- Thrifted

Pretty casual for a day at the park. Tucson has mild Falls and Winters so we're likely to keep rocking shorts and sundresses with a dash of a cardigan well into October, especially with a curious recent heatwave.

Fashion Week

I've decided to battle the "block" (of the writing persuasion) with a week in pictures. Joining up with Emery at Moms Are For Everyone! (http://emeryjo.blogspot.com/) and a list of other lovely lady bloggers (you can see the full list at Emery's site) I'll be documenting a week of what I wear for Fall!

Currently my AC has decided to cease living (on only the hottest couple days of the month, thanks Tucson!) which has left me in a sort of lackluster state (the only "luster" seems to be coming from sweat). So my first post will probably be delayed slightly until I spiffy up and out of shorts, a bra and a haphazard bun. Heat seems to sap the creativity and general will to wear "real" clothes out of me.

To be continued...

How To Fight Lonliness...

Greg is heading up to Phoenix for a night of guy stuff with his brother, and Jack is in the care of my uber awesome in-laws. We agreed that we all need time to get our own respective freaks on. Something I've needed for a long time. About two years or so long. Or so I thought.

I have plans tonight, I keep reminding myself, because if I don't remind myself the crushing feeling of being alone in this apartment will bring me down. Have I become co-dependent on my family?

I used to be independent to a fault. Always ready to fly off on my own. Take the bus downtown and walk around aimlessly, i-pod to my ears, carelessness to my heart. I hated answering to anyone (and in fact avoided a cell phone for years because of this). I reveled in anonymity. I slept in and ate dinner when I wanted. I shopped by myself and watched movies alone. I loved it all. Fast-forward (very fast) and now I've grown accustomed to always being surrounded by people, by chores, by responsibility, life, motherhood and spousehood. I've catered to so many needs for so long that I've forgotten what it's like to have my own. It's strange, sad and true.

I am not a nomad
I am not a rocket man
I was born a housecat
By the sleight of my mother's hand

Today I'll answer again to nobody but myself. I'll watch movies and eat dinner without being interrupted or pulled at. I'll move at my pace and invent my own time. If only I can stop counting down the hours until little hands and wedding rings come knocking on my door.

When the levee breaks...

Guess who has writers block?!

I'm waiting for "it" to come back. I've tried to force myself into writing before and it never really works. In the meantime here's some music and pictures and a promise that when that flood comes, I'll be here.

Could be a "Totally Looks Like"...

My husband totally looks like Conor Oberst-




Granted, the likeness would be greater if Greg actually donned some brownish black hair, grew up downtown, survived off of gigs at Congress and beans y tortillas. He's much more a hunk of man-meat. I ain't complainin'.