Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Wednesday- Bathtub Gin

A bit late on this post, but I suppose it's better late than never...

Wednesday's inspiration was- FLAPPERS! I've long been a lover of the flapper. Or perhaps I should say, me love flappers long time. "Chicago" is coming to our little desert town and I was looking forward to seeing it until I looked up ticket prices. Ouch. I saw it in New York on Broadway though, so I suppose I can't really complain. I set my hopes too high on getting gussied up (this is actually not the first flapper inspired piece in my wardrobe, I have a full fringed one from my burlesque days waiting for a good time to get it's Charleston on) and introducing my friends to the splendor that is a live performance of "Chicago". Maybe next time, but in the meantime, here's me flapping it up.

Outfit Details-
Dress- Forever 21. It was the first thing I could fit in after having Jack. Hooray for the forgiving nature of flapper dresses.
Shoes- Famous Footwear
Hat- Gifted from my friend Colleen (the woman has taste in cats AND hats).
Necklace- My great-grandmother's who was, coincidently, a flapper. She used to call me "Butch" when I was a baby. I had to knot it as Jack got to it and tore it. I plan on remedying this soon.

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Tuesday- Needle In The Hay

My second outfit was inspired by Elliott Smith. I've been listening to him a lot lately after not really having listened since I was a disaffected youth. When I think of him and his music I couldn't help but pull out comfort clothing. As I result I feel I look kind of like a Seattle transplant, one in need of some serious coffee (I got up early so Greg could snap a few pictures which left me no time for makeup). Perhaps tights and a dress next time.

Outfit Deets-

Flannel shirt- Ross
Mustard shirt- Target
Tank- Husband
Jeans- Target
Shoes- Bought my Junior year of high school with money from my first minimum wage job. These shoes have been through a lot.
Beanie- Buffalo Exchange

Monday, March 29, 2010

Spring Fashion '10- Monday

As I mentioned in my last post I took Monday's outfit inspiration from "The Virgin Suicides". So here's my take on Cecilia Lisbon-

"Cecilia was wearing, as usual, the wedding dress with the shorn hem. The dress was vintage 1920's. It had sequins in the bust she didn't fill out, and someone, either Cecilia herself or the owner of the used clothing store, had cut off the bottom of the dress with a jagged stroke so that it ended above Cecilia's chafed knees. She sat on a barstool, staring into her punch glass, and the shapeless bag of a dress fell over her. She had colored her lips with red crayon, which gave her face a deranged harlot look, but she acted as though no one were there."

I took a lot of pleasure in today's outfit, as I happen to be wearing my own wedding dress. And how often does one get to wear their wedding dress again, in public?

Outfit Details-
Dress- A gift from my mother-in-law.
Sandals- Urban Outfitters (also worn at my wedding reception).
Bangles- A gift from Greg's grandmother from her travel to India.
Belt- Buffalo Exchange

Spring Fashion '10- Monday TBA

First there is good news and bad news. The good news is I'm super stoked to participate in another fashion week with all you lovely bloggers. Last Fall was fun and this time around I want to step it up and really explore where my mind and musings will take me. SO! I've decided to use things that I've either posted about or am listening to to inspire this weeks wardrobe.

Monday's Inspiration- The Virgin Suicides.
I read it in January and was completely besotted with the beautiful, almost lyrical, way it was written and I've loved the movie for some time now.

The bad news is- I won't be able to post the results until later. As I've mentioned before I suck at self photography so I'll have to wait until Greg gets home to help me get the shot I want.

I can't wait to see all of your posts!

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Where The Wild Things Are: A Movie Review (of sorts)...

I had planned on seeing Where The Wild Things Are (which we will now refer to WTWTA for the sake of time and my wrists) when it came out. I watched the trailer months before. I screamed at Greg from our room to "come and see what I found! Hang on to your balls mofo!" And I cried. Yes, I cried, or got "a little misty" as I like to call it. Because the music, the book, the beautiful cinematography, the monsters, the childhood memories and feelings came flooding in.
Well, life happens and we skipped seeing it in theaters but bought it as soon as it came out on DVD and about a week or so ago we finally watched it (we're late bloomers around here) and...
I loved it. I'm quite aware of many people's less than enthusiastic feelings about the movie. Some have said it was too dark (even Greg shared the same sentiments), some felt it didn't live up to the book, some felt James Gandolfini was a bad choice. But I felt a lot for this movie and here are my reasons-

1. I felt the movie lived up to the book perfectly fine (Sendak was one of the producers after all). The book wasn't all sunshine and smiles either, despite the fanciful illustrations. It dealt with a young boys anger. The monsters, as I see them, are manifestations of his feelings. Carol with his volatile appetite for destruction when upset, Judith with her pessimism, Alexander with his self-consciousness and The Bull (also known as Bernard from the book), a dark figure mysteriously looming around. The island was Max's refuge, a place where he could yell and smash and rumpus with all the ugly feelings (monsters) without being questioned, judged or scolded. It is an outlet, albeit one that you shouldn't indulge in too much or be consumed by them (something alluded to in the movie by the monsters when they told Max they had eaten all the previous kings). It showed Max coming to terms with his feelings as children his age everywhere, in real life are doing. It is through the monsters, the island that he begins to learn coping mechanisms and once he found them, he returned home.

Hmmm, kind of sounds like somebody I know. Or maybe everybody I know. Who hasn't wanted to release bad feelings be it by turning the music up louder, making the drink a little stiffer, shutting the door, leaving the room, punching a pillow, or sometimes through ways that aren't even very healthy. Emotions can run out of control sometimes, unable to be contained or contained too much until they implode. Just because Max is a child doesn't make his emotions less valid, only more confusing in his age and to watch him deal with that was beautiful and heartbreaking to me. We all want validation in our feelings, Max found his in an island surrounded by like minded creatures.

2. The characters really held up a mirror. I knew what Carol felt when he destroyed his handcrafted village. I knew the sharp tongue that Judith spoke with in all of her pessimism. I knew the desperate need to escape your world the way K.W. and Max felt it. The characters where not the mere pictures from the book. They were multi-dimensional and thus endearing. I'd like to know one person who hasn't had the feelings brought to life by these characters. Or rather, I don't want to know them. They're likely to not exist anyway.

I could go on and on about this movie but I'll cut this off here. The point is it was a movie about a child, not a children's movie. And while we read the book to our children, I can't help but feel that maybe Sendak had meant it to span all ages. To remind parents that children have raw emotions just the same as us adults and to not disregard them for the fact that they "are too young to feel that way". Keep in mind that you yourself, harbor your own wild things.

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue...

Something hit me this morning after reading a friends status update on Facebook. He had been listening to an old album that was hitting him with some nostalgia and "making him want to go through a break up. In the worst ways." At first I laughed until I fell silent with the realization that there are no more break ups for me. This may sound crazy, you may be thinking "aaaand, isn't that a good thing you moron?" But on the contrary, it kind of saddened me. I suppose you'll want emphasis...
Break ups are hard. But with the harsh realities of waking up alone, wincing at songs and drinking too much there is catharsis. There is a hope for a new beginning, reinvention. I crave catharsis on a regular basis. Often times I build up for weeks, months and finally explode in a cacophony of crying, curses and malaise. And in the end, my eyes swollen from overexposed tear ducts, I breathe. I sweep away the shell of cracked introspection. I hang up the cloak of bitterness and move on. I break up with an mentally abusive version of myself, if you will.
I'm saddened at my lack of break ups because I realize now, that I'm no longer breaking up with people, but perpetually with different ideas and versions of myself and an ever evolving world, and instead of moving on or packing up an ex's stuff in cardboard boxes I must wake up to myself everyday. A person so indelibly flawed she may cause harm to herself or others (emotionally).
A lot of the time there is little emotional turmoil in spousal arguments, a large part of it is anger. Miscommunication, annoyances, these I can handle. But there is no severance, you are forced to sit down and analyze, work it out. Solve your algebra. I've always hated working things out. Choosing instead to burn it up and burn out in fiery trail of hasty decisions. Cut and dry. And then maybe have a good cry, find some peace in vodka and then next week flourish as a newer, wiser person.
And now...Now when I hear old songs that bear the weight of past mistakes, lovers eyes, hopes and idealisms, bruised egos, I don't sigh anymore for the people they once represented, but for a time when mistakes didn't hold such a high premium, when "I just need my space" was reason enough, or for no reasons at all.

Friday, March 19, 2010

Spring Fashion '10

Emery at Moms Are For Everyone! is hosting a fashion week for all lady bloggers and I'm totally ready to play in my closet and mix some things up.

Are you in?

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Ain't got no real estate or jewelry or gold mines to hang me up...

This video* is 90% effective in cheering me up. Whether such cheering up is needed as a result of feeling inadequate, stressed, anxious about job hunting and studying, betraying your (almost) week long diet with Taco Bell and thus feeling (digestively) like ish, wanting skirts you can't afford, puppies you don't have space for, spousal disagreements, chipped nail polish that you've neglected for three weeks, roots coming in...

Yep. Sometimes you just need Jim Henson's puppet mastery to put things back into the light.

*"Labyrinth" is probably one of my most beloved movies. I watched it until I wore out the tape (VHS! What what!) when I was but a wee lass and even now I can't help but sigh listening to "As The World Falls Down". But maybe that's another post entirely.

Desperately Seeking Sheepdogs

My baby want hasn't exactly died down since writing it down last week. However, I've thought of more constructive ways to deal with it- looking at baby animals. Pets are generally easier to rear than babies (although I have had experiences contrary to that last statement) so the appeal is greater on the furrier mammal's side. Lately I've been dreaming about sheepdogs specifically. Because who the hell wouldn't want visions of this guy in their head?

Get a load of that mofo!

I've grown up with animals. Starting with hamsters and iguanas, guinea pigs, parrots, chinchillas, and eventually cats and dogs. I loved them so much my list of things I wanted to be when I grew up were as follows-
1. Veterinarian
2. Princess Jasmine
Yes, I wanted to cater to animals more than live a lavish life of princesshood and genies.

I can't recall NOT having a pet of some sort in my entire existence, so when I'm without one I feel a bit off. I must be loving a fur baby in some way or another. I've been getting little fixes here and there from my friend Colleen's broad of felines, mostly Stella because she is a feline of Amanda caliber, meaning she can roll with my cuckoo.

If you've never nuzzled the voluptuous belly of this creature you haven't seen Nirvana.
But even though Stella can satiate me at times and even though Jack has no problem keeping me busy, I feel the internal pullings of pet ownership. Right now we're leaning towards a cat in the future and eventually if house ownership is under our belts, one of these brain meltingly cute specimens-

"Come play with us. Forever...and ever...and ever..."

Oy vey...those perky little ears and wise eyes.

Also an expectable form of dog.

Sunday, March 14, 2010

What's the Muse Du Jour?

It's the Muse of the Day.

And that is Karen O my friends! With her talents ranging from perfectly composed dance tracks to hauntingly beautiful solo work, she's a rock star for women who have been thirsting for somebody different since Debra Harry.

with Muse of the Day alum Zooey Deschanel.

And one of my favorite tracks off of the Where The Wild Things Are (which is a whole 'notha post...) soundtrack which she produced-

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Picks Of The Day: Episode-14...ish...?

Last night Greg asked me if "we have everything ready for Ixtapa". I took this as an opportunity and ran with it like any women desperate for a new pair of shoes would.
"What do you mean by everything?"
"Well, like clothes and...."
He had caught himself in the fatal mistake. NEVER ask me if we have "proper clothes" for any event. I'm such a clothes and shoes hound that as soon as a sentence like "do we have all the clothes we need" is dropped, you'll feel as though you were teleported smack dab in the middle of Target. I work THAT fast. Well, at least I used to. I'm trying to spiff up the spending habits, which I've been very good at for awhile, but the inclination is still there. This is a hard trait to banish in one year. Nevertheless, I feel we're prepared except for my needing a bathing suit. BUT, just for funsies, if I had a never ending budget here's some things I rather fancy-

Bit of a teensy picture, but you may get the idea.

And of course some music magic-

This was probably the most optimistic album I owned my senior year.

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Blast From The Past

My uncle sent me a picture on Facebook that I felt needed to be shared...

Yep, that is yours truly as a very boyish looking baby! Get a load of my mom's bangs! The girls with me are two of my beloved cousins Jennifer and Jessica, who are pretty much the sisters I never had. We all grew up together and still hang out frequently. I love this picture.

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Bridget Jones-ing for some change

The woman of this posts title (if you haven't seen it before let me recap) wants to take a step up in her life and transform herself from a "spinster who will eventually be alone and eaten by dogs" into a woman with a quality boyfriend, good outlook and body sans 20 lbs. She documented all of this in her trusty diary. Well, I've decided to sort of use her idea. I'm not in need of a man, so the only part I can really feel Bridget on is the weight loss. And keeping track of it...on here.

I plan on shaping this shit up. I've been very negligent on my body's behalf. I've been eating far to much crap, exercising far too little, and becoming increasingly irritable and touchy at the fact that I'm avoiding jeans like the plague due to the dreaded "muffin top". So I've decided to nip this in the bud and shape up in time for our upcoming trip to Ixtapa Mexico, and maintain that into the horizon. I don't want to crash diet or swallow a tapeworm. I'm not into gimmicks or starvation. I'm going to do this the old fashioned way- eat less, exercise more.

So welcome to the newest segment of this blog- Operation Get My Skinny Jeans Back.

Starting off-

Height- 5'7''
Starting Weight- 140 lbs. (this is an estimate of the last time I weighed myself which may have been a couple weeks ago, I don't keep a scale in my house, all weighing will come in after visits to the in-laws as they have a scale).
Goal Weight- 130-120 lbs.
Targets- Arms (tone up), abs, ass, thighs.
Weaknesses- Chipotle, Wendy's, baked goods, soda (specifically of the Pepsi variety), salty food, food in general.
Strengths- I'm a good swimmer (I swam competitively for four years in high school) so I'll likely jump back into that as the heat rises. Supportive people around me. I've recently got into drinking lots of water (21 years to get to, but hey...they didn't build Rome in a day).
Exercise Plans- Pilates, tons of ab targeted exercises, more cardio, less carbs (this will be tough since I'm a self proclaimed carb junkie, I could eat mountains of spaghetti a day if you let me), promote a more vegetarian lifestyle in myself, cook more vegetarian friendly meals.

This isn't turning into a weight loss blog. This is merely another aspect of my life which I plan on documenting so I can see change and have it motivate me. I'll be posting progression pictures when I get to them (hopefully starting tonight when the husband gets home as I suck at self photography). That is all!

Monday, March 8, 2010


Dear Jack,
Today you are two. That is 720 days of waking me up, pulling my hair, asking for more milk, blowing raspberries to taunt me, laughing at everything and nothing, crying over everything and nothing, screaming at everything and everything, surprising me, pissing me off and pissing on me, giving me ambition, inspiration, hope. You grow up quickly little sir. Two years ago I held you in my arms and thought "what a tiny little world". That world is expanding. That world is quick now, running, keeping me on my toes, keeping my eyes open. That world is more expressive than I can capture in any picture, write down in any sentence.
They say "wait for the terrible two's!" But today you woke up sweet as can be. You even allowed me to cuddle you for a couple minutes as you played with my hair. This is not a common occurrence (and perhaps I have DJ Lance to thank for captivating you for long enough to let me enjoy it). You didn't whine or scream at anything trivial. Maybe this is the calm before the storm. But they say a lot of things.
You are more than a lot of things. You are Jack. And I couldn't imagine any other world I'd rather be around.

We love you,

Right now you seem to really love this song. I think it's very appropriate. So here you go my raspberry blower, my moon watcher, song singer, panda kisser.

Also, Happy Birthday to my little brother Mitchell, who two years ago turned 14 and all he got was a lousy nephew ;). I couldn't think of anybody better to share a birthday with Jack. You are the best brother and uncle anybody could ask for!

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

I Heart My Mother-In-Law

Sunday we headed on over to the in-law's for a dinner and cake. My mother-in-law wanted us to open one of Jack's birthday presents early-

It was a kick in the nostalgia pants as I had a little set like this when I was Jack's age (only mine were plastic, I believe). I couldn't be more tickled with this little dinner set and am looking forward to keeping them as a little heirloom for future kids (?) or grandkids (???).