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?