Friday, June 4
Thursday, June 3
Family
Tomorrow is my last day in town before I leave for camp for 5 weeks. In addition to missing Daniel I will miss these yahoos and their little faces at the back door begging to be let back inside.
When away from home I often find myself forgetting that the pups aren't there with me. For example sometimes I'm eating a meal and if something drops to the floor I assume they'll be there to eat it/clean it up. What will it be like to have a bed to myself without the tugging, pulling, and fighting for covers? Lonely that's what. And where will I be without receiving a walk-by-lick while working at the computer? Sad that's where.
PS- Penny is very difficult to photograph. She often appears as a white blur like a little furry ghost. Par exemple:
When away from home I often find myself forgetting that the pups aren't there with me. For example sometimes I'm eating a meal and if something drops to the floor I assume they'll be there to eat it/clean it up. What will it be like to have a bed to myself without the tugging, pulling, and fighting for covers? Lonely that's what. And where will I be without receiving a walk-by-lick while working at the computer? Sad that's where.
PS- Penny is very difficult to photograph. She often appears as a white blur like a little furry ghost. Par exemple:
Wednesday, June 2
Would you have a drink with yourself?
This commercial may appear a little random as I am not a Hefner fan nor a vodka fan, but the concept is intriguing. Would I want to have a drink with myself? It's like a take on the age old question, "If you could have dinner with anyone dead or alive who would it be?" If I could choose to do the same with myself would I want to? On one hand I immediately think yes, of course I would. We would understand each other in a way no one else could. But on the other hand I wonder if I am interesting enough, fun enough. Would I have chemistry with myself? If I doubt my appeal to myself, this makes me question my appeal to others. Am I someone I would want to hang out with? Very interesting.
Tuesday, June 1
Quote of the Day
While at the mall today we were approached by a saleswoman posted at one of the kiosks. As we briskly walked past her staring in the other direction trying to avoid her pitch she interjected, "How much do you pay for oil changes?" Daniel quietly replied, "We don't have cars" and never broke stride. We both giggled for the remainder of our walk through the mall. He still makes me laugh.
Monday, May 31
Is It Bad?
Is it bad that there are so many bugs in my house that it feels like I'm camping indoors?
During the party last night I propped up small speakers in our windows to project the music outside. One of those windows doesn't have a screen. Over the course of the night every bug that wasn't already busy biting us in the yard was making its way into the house. I swatted repeatedly today against walls, chairs, legs. The clapping together of hands as I attempted to kill one creature at a time kept startling the dogs all day long. And now the itching. My mosquito bites have turned to welts and I'm reminded as I am every summer how hard it is to fall asleep when you're itchy. I might as well pitch a tent and roast some marshmallows. If I already have the biggest negative of camping occurring in my own living room, why not at least enjoy the good parts.
During the party last night I propped up small speakers in our windows to project the music outside. One of those windows doesn't have a screen. Over the course of the night every bug that wasn't already busy biting us in the yard was making its way into the house. I swatted repeatedly today against walls, chairs, legs. The clapping together of hands as I attempted to kill one creature at a time kept startling the dogs all day long. And now the itching. My mosquito bites have turned to welts and I'm reminded as I am every summer how hard it is to fall asleep when you're itchy. I might as well pitch a tent and roast some marshmallows. If I already have the biggest negative of camping occurring in my own living room, why not at least enjoy the good parts.
Sunday, May 30
Krystal in Wonderland
Tonight was the baby shower I threw for my sweet friend Krystal. Daniel had the pleasure of being the officiant of their wedding this past October, so I was excited to get to host her baby shower. Baby Ignatius will arrive in August to a great couple. I'll post pictures from the shower later, but below is the invitation. Since Tim Burton released his remake of Alice in Wonderland, I've been waiting to throw an Alice themed party. The color palette, scenes from the story, and overall theme were so fun to play with.
Saturday, May 29
"I'm Your Pusha"
Don't worry that's me in those pictures. I would never "X" out another person as part of my online niceness promise. I took some clothes to Plato's Closet today in hopes of cashing in on my fashion mistakes from years past. I can't believe some of the things I was wearing 2 years ago, let alone last year. I submit for your consideration the examples below.
1. First we have a fake leather biker vest. Some faux leather is able to maintain a good texture and look. This vest did no such thing. It looks like plastic, it feels like plastic, it sounds like plastic when it moves. Then there's the fact that it's a biker vest. I don't need to expound on that; it speaks for itself. The story behind this particular faux pas was that my friend was wearing one (real leather, less biker-y tailoring, she's hot) and I thought I could pull one off as well. Wrong. In fact I had already spent that month's clothing allowance and was able to still get the vest after winning a bet with Daniel. Though I won the bet I think I'm somehow really the loser if this was my reward. PS-Never wore it. Not.Even.Once.
2. Second item: Stiches jeans. These were awesome when I first got them! Flare leg, white stitching, distressed pocket. The skinny jean has been a wonderful trend for me as this old flare fit makes me look shorter and wider and other negative adjectives.
3. Outfit number 2, item number 3: Let's stick with the denim discussion and observe these glorious True Religions. Fergie sang about them, Blonde-goers were all wearing them (if you don't know what Blonde is that's because it's hay day ended back in '08, thus the dated-ness of the jeans), they were the hotness. Teenagers and apparently other people are still into them because Plato's Closet will buy them from you every time. True's in the closet = cash on the spot. They've just been sitting on the shelf begging to be cashed in like a winning lottery ticket.
4. Item 4: Fake BAPE hoodie. Where does one get a hoodie like this perfect for hip hop dancing? The answer is Bannister Mall. What's that Bannister Mall was torn down a year ago...again just proving my argument. If the establishment that you purchased your clothing from doesn't exist anymore (and it's not vintage) then you probably shouldn't be wearing it. I didn't even pay the sticker price for it because apparently at all the shops at Bannister Mall you barter. I felt like I was in Jamaica at the market negotiating over the price. Weird.
I have very mixed feelings about Plato's Closet because so much rejection is involved. You take in bags worth of clothing, some items are designer that retail in the $100 range, all my jeans retailed for over $200, and suddenly the power lies in the hand of the salesgirl yielding a calculator wearing a pair of used denim. I do not mean to mock employees of Plato's Closet, I'm just trying to paint the picture of the villain or adversary in the story to demonstrate what it feels like when you're the one putting your clothes, fashion sense, style, and overall worth up on the chopping block for Susie salesgirl to deem cool or uncool. Almost every time I've been sent home with designer items like J Brand jeans (worn by celebrities) while my Hollister and American Eagle tops get swiped up immediately. I've come to expect that they will want the tackiest stuff in the pile. One time we took in a paisley polo that Daniel used to wear for YL's event Tacky Prom. He didn't want to because it can be embarrassing to submit such hideous items, but of course they bought it, while turning down much more classic articles of clothing I might add. They know what sells. I can't knock their hustle. It's not their fault but rather the people consuming the product.
I left with $53.10 today. A big day. I have walked away with only $7 before. Did you know rejection has a numerical value? It's $7. That's like pity money, "We didn't want to just return all of your clothes to you, so here's $7...loser." That's what it feels like when someone goes through a pile of your clothes and says, "Thanks, but no thanks." It's like you're offering your hand me downs to a kid sister or friend and she doesn't even want them. "So what when you said I looked cute that one time you were lying? Cause now I'm offering you the outfit and you don't want it?"
Plato's Closet and I have a better relationship these days. We understand the dynamic better. We would never be girlfriends. We wouldn't go the same places, hang out with the same people, wear the same things. But we have a mutual respect for each other. I know how to play the game. I won't be embarrassed about showing you the pink satin baby doll dress I used to wear because I know that you'll buy it from me. And I won't feel so wounded when you turn down my DVF skirt because I realize that you don't even know that's a designer label. Who's the more fashionable one now PC? Sure we'll talk bad about each other behind backs, we'll sneer at each other from afar, but at the end of the day it'll go down just like a drug deal. I'll supply you with clothing that is hazardous to one's health, feeding an addiction for the cheap and tacky, and I'll get paid. It may be dirty money earned by peddling my fashion mistakes thereby enabling others to commit fashion crimes of their own, but it's still spends the same. (I literally hear Clipse in my head right now rapping, "dirty money, dirty money". Maybe I need to pull out that hip hop hoodie and start rocking it again.)
1. First we have a fake leather biker vest. Some faux leather is able to maintain a good texture and look. This vest did no such thing. It looks like plastic, it feels like plastic, it sounds like plastic when it moves. Then there's the fact that it's a biker vest. I don't need to expound on that; it speaks for itself. The story behind this particular faux pas was that my friend was wearing one (real leather, less biker-y tailoring, she's hot) and I thought I could pull one off as well. Wrong. In fact I had already spent that month's clothing allowance and was able to still get the vest after winning a bet with Daniel. Though I won the bet I think I'm somehow really the loser if this was my reward. PS-Never wore it. Not.Even.Once.
2. Second item: Stiches jeans. These were awesome when I first got them! Flare leg, white stitching, distressed pocket. The skinny jean has been a wonderful trend for me as this old flare fit makes me look shorter and wider and other negative adjectives.
3. Outfit number 2, item number 3: Let's stick with the denim discussion and observe these glorious True Religions. Fergie sang about them, Blonde-goers were all wearing them (if you don't know what Blonde is that's because it's hay day ended back in '08, thus the dated-ness of the jeans), they were the hotness. Teenagers and apparently other people are still into them because Plato's Closet will buy them from you every time. True's in the closet = cash on the spot. They've just been sitting on the shelf begging to be cashed in like a winning lottery ticket.4. Item 4: Fake BAPE hoodie. Where does one get a hoodie like this perfect for hip hop dancing? The answer is Bannister Mall. What's that Bannister Mall was torn down a year ago...again just proving my argument. If the establishment that you purchased your clothing from doesn't exist anymore (and it's not vintage) then you probably shouldn't be wearing it. I didn't even pay the sticker price for it because apparently at all the shops at Bannister Mall you barter. I felt like I was in Jamaica at the market negotiating over the price. Weird.
I have very mixed feelings about Plato's Closet because so much rejection is involved. You take in bags worth of clothing, some items are designer that retail in the $100 range, all my jeans retailed for over $200, and suddenly the power lies in the hand of the salesgirl yielding a calculator wearing a pair of used denim. I do not mean to mock employees of Plato's Closet, I'm just trying to paint the picture of the villain or adversary in the story to demonstrate what it feels like when you're the one putting your clothes, fashion sense, style, and overall worth up on the chopping block for Susie salesgirl to deem cool or uncool. Almost every time I've been sent home with designer items like J Brand jeans (worn by celebrities) while my Hollister and American Eagle tops get swiped up immediately. I've come to expect that they will want the tackiest stuff in the pile. One time we took in a paisley polo that Daniel used to wear for YL's event Tacky Prom. He didn't want to because it can be embarrassing to submit such hideous items, but of course they bought it, while turning down much more classic articles of clothing I might add. They know what sells. I can't knock their hustle. It's not their fault but rather the people consuming the product.
I left with $53.10 today. A big day. I have walked away with only $7 before. Did you know rejection has a numerical value? It's $7. That's like pity money, "We didn't want to just return all of your clothes to you, so here's $7...loser." That's what it feels like when someone goes through a pile of your clothes and says, "Thanks, but no thanks." It's like you're offering your hand me downs to a kid sister or friend and she doesn't even want them. "So what when you said I looked cute that one time you were lying? Cause now I'm offering you the outfit and you don't want it?"
Plato's Closet and I have a better relationship these days. We understand the dynamic better. We would never be girlfriends. We wouldn't go the same places, hang out with the same people, wear the same things. But we have a mutual respect for each other. I know how to play the game. I won't be embarrassed about showing you the pink satin baby doll dress I used to wear because I know that you'll buy it from me. And I won't feel so wounded when you turn down my DVF skirt because I realize that you don't even know that's a designer label. Who's the more fashionable one now PC? Sure we'll talk bad about each other behind backs, we'll sneer at each other from afar, but at the end of the day it'll go down just like a drug deal. I'll supply you with clothing that is hazardous to one's health, feeding an addiction for the cheap and tacky, and I'll get paid. It may be dirty money earned by peddling my fashion mistakes thereby enabling others to commit fashion crimes of their own, but it's still spends the same. (I literally hear Clipse in my head right now rapping, "dirty money, dirty money". Maybe I need to pull out that hip hop hoodie and start rocking it again.)
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