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charlie chaplin lives

Thursday, April 19th, 2012

…and he rides the Hollywood Metro line (tough times…)

Yesterday was a magical day.  It wasn’t particularly a good mood sort of day, but at least I can boast that I kept myself open to the little amazing pleasures the day can bring around here.

As it turned out, my 20th century history professor had surgery  a few of days ago and decided to come teach anyway.  It could fall under the category of “Amazing.”  Let’s just say there were a lot of F bombs dropped, eye rolls and words invented.

It was amazing.

I had on one of my (current) very favorite sun dresses on…even if the “boho” trend dies, let’s just say I’ll wear it anyway. It has one of those flowy layered skirts that catches the wind and make me look more ethereal than I actually am (*note, actually means not really ethereal at all). Plus, it has a hugging plunging neckline that only works on the smaller chested ladies and reminds me why I’m A-okay with the “classy ‘nice collarbone’ neckline.”  If you don’t know what I’m talking about, you’re either (A) a guy or (B) one of those women with huge breasts (either purchased or real and you think it’s your only positive attribute so you display them to to an …unnecessary degree…)  It gives the gift of: even on your frumpiest feeling day you put it on and feel …pretty.  That’s a pretty amazing dress (watch me step on the end in the midst of a gratuitous twirl and tear it …or something way more positive than that …but let’s face it, I tear and/or stain most textiles I own).

So the “twirly” dress made the day better (or at least my outlook), as did my eccentric history lesson …then I see what you see above: Charlie Chaplin (ish) on my red line.  I couldn’t stop smiling at the sight.  Yes, I know he was probably on his way home from a day of working the tourists outside of the Chinese Theater (nothing wrong with that …that has to be a hard day’s work). He didn’t say anything, but he did tip hit little hat at his stop and walked off along his way.

That was amazing.

Okay, maybe not as amazing as seeing the real deal …but since that’s not an option, this was just great.  It’s not something I’d see living in most other places.  Whenever I get stir crazy, it’s nice to be reminded of the little wonders in my current back yard.

back on “the horse” …again

Friday, April 6th, 2012

if only we could all show such vigor & focus in our respective saddles…

I will not be diluted enough to make any grand promises of even keeping up daily, but I have told myself I should at least make some effort posting here.  Simply because I enjoy it.  I’m sure it’s apparent that my life has been consumed by school.  Oh has it.  I’ve ruled pretty much everything else out because this semester seems to have presented an especially large challenge in simply grasping and retaining the material.  It scares me not to “get it” because I’ve FINALLY chosen a path I WANT to pursue with the vigor shown above …so to have such a hard time understanding all that I need to know is consuming me to a very “all work, no play makes Ariel…”

…well, you know how the saying goes.  The other thing completely eating up my time and energy is self-inflicted.  I rescued another dog.  A baby that requires constant attention.  I swear, no more “casually perusing” the dog rescue sites ever again.  Hell, I could make a whole blog just posting adorable photos of my dogs, but my intuition says that’s filed under “Sad Crazy Lady” …so I’ll just speckle that stuff in.  Her name is Samus (Sam for short).  She is currently a bit over 4 months old, we’ve had her since she was just about 3 months old. She’s half Queensland Heeler and part mutt. The word you’re looking for is ENERGY (and very intelligent, in that scary way the raptors in Jurassic Park were …she’ll sort out the door knobs any day now).  But I love her already.  She’s work and has stolen some of my marbles in the process, but I’m glad she’s here.  Bowser went through a much expected spoiled “only child” phase …he still dips into it.   But, he is learning to appreciate her.  I suspect when she gets a little more mature he’ll adore her.  She worships him.  She has from day one and is unwilling to take rejection from him.

So that’s it.  Mainly two things monopolizing absolutely all of my time and energy.  Dogs and school. I am grateful for both but also dreamily think about the day when life opens up a little more for other things.  I have all these great clothes that need to be worn places, things to be seen that doesn’t involve dog barf or Netflix (my only current escape …Netflix, not the dog barf), conversations to be had that aren’t school-related, meals to be eaten that aren’t in my house, books to be read  that aren’t text books/flash cards/Google… I’m just impatient.  I’m honestly pretty happy as a homebody.  I’m just ready to absorb the knowledge (and REALLY GET IT so I can start getting BETTER at it) and for the pups to fully adjust and be okay on their own for some period of time longer than an hour.

The phrase “This is your life, right now, you’re living it” or any variation of that annoys me.  I mean, it’s true, yes.  But it’s annoying.  Stop pressuring me.  It makes me feel like I’m going to look up from all this and wonder what happened.  I’m already sort of beating myself up for how I spent my 20s.  However, what are you going to do?! We all figure things out at our own rate.  That whole “youth is wasted on the young” ….another worthwhile expression.  Heh, says the 31 year old, “shut up 31 year old” says the even older me.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I should head back to my school work.  Yes, this is technically considered my “Spring Break” but as I have been struggling along to get things that seem to come a lot easier to others, I am spending mine working on a massive project others have since turned in.  It’s not due until coming back from the “break.” But some don’t have to worry about it because BAM BAM BAM, DONE! was how it went for them…while others …are still working on the first BAM.

But I’m here, I’m alive and trucking along doing the best I can, determined to be awesome even when the awesome doesn’t come naturally (gasp).  Thought I’d put that out there for anyone wondering, or if nothing else, it’s a good reminder to myself.

it’s moments like this I wish I had long skinny legs

Friday, January 27th, 2012

“Oh …hey …just hanging out looking fabulous in my pirate knee socks …pants-free is the way for me!”

I’m fine with my short strong legs.  I generally don’t have super model envy.  Short is adorable (and highly underestimated in a scrappy fight …I could head butt this lady in the stomach because that’s where my eye line would be …she literally wouldn’t see me coming: SURPRISE!).  But sometimes I see outfits that I know for a fact can only be pulled off with long lanky stems.  I’m not saying I’d strut around in the outfit above (or how about I totally would), but it would be nice to know the option is on the table.

It’d also be nice to be able to reach things in the kitchen cabinets without having to climb on the counters like a child trying to reach the cookies.  I’m a grownup (or so the numbers dictate) cookies should be easily accessible to me by now!  Sigh.

DIY Chanel laptop sleeve

Thursday, January 26th, 2012

Truly a personalized laptop case

When I got the pretty new Macbook Pro, the first thing I wanted to do was find something to protect it.  Turns out all the cute ones (because it has to be cute) are really expensive!  Go figure.  So I took things into my own hands.  Karl Lagerfeld (Chanel/Fendi bigwig to those who aren’t into that sort of thing) designed a print that went something like this:

I’ve always liked it and thought about making my own t-shirt.  The laptop dilemma seemed like the right opportunity to use the idea.  I went on Amazon and looked up the cheapest sleeves with the best rating.  I came across a cool one that was black faux leather (not fancy, but I prefer to refer to it as “cruelty free”) and it’s made to look like a document folder (complete with red cable tie for a little bit of “pop” but has a Velcro closure if you are too lazy to use the cord).  It had a 4.5 rating and was $9.99.  Sold!  It has turned out to be perfect.  It’s sturdy, fits just right and has a felt interior to snuggle my computer as it deserves.  BUT, the sleeve is kinda boring if left as is.

I spent some time figuring out what would adhere to pleather (it hurts me to say the word) …turns out nothing really does, not completely.  It was better than my other option though.  See, most laptop sleeves are made of real leather (which I wouldn’t want to risk fucking up this early in my design endeavors) or most commonly: Neoprene.  Think wetsuit material.  It’s so porous, it doesn’t respond to anything!  So I went with the fake leather and got myself a large, white, OIL BASED paint Sharpie (you can grab one of those for under five bucks).  The fact that I didn’t know how the sleeve material would respond is why I decided this was the perfect project to use this design for.  It only requires one paint pen, nothing complex, and if it does get a bit messed up …it makes sense with the “punk” style of it.  Also, if it got too “punk” it seemed the easiest to touch up.

The final result is at top.  Not too bad if I do say so myself.  The bonus for me is how much ol’ Uncle Karl would crap his pants in a rage over how someone dared to copy the all-mighty Chanel.  Needless to say he’s very protective of the “brand” …even if his design is meant to be tongue and cheek grunge.  Heh!  Mine is REAL grunge.  I win!  How has it been holding up?  Pleasingly well.  The texture of the sleeve is coming through a lot (you need to go over the lettering at least twice …don’t forget to let the coats dry) and there is some cracking.  But like I said, it works with the design.  I’m glad I went with this and didn’t actually draw something.  It would not have held up.  My other advice would be to not try to replicate the original font exactly.  You’ll spend too much time worrying about being exact and it will turn out badly and rehearsed looking.  That defeats the purpose.  I know this from trying some test runs in my sketch book.  As you can see, an approximation is just fine.

As someone who changes up the bag I carry, sometimes I don’t carry one large enough to put the sleeve in.  Not that I take the beast out much, I couldn’t deal with it being stolen and I don’t feel the need to look oh-so important at a coffee shop (my home has great coffee …and it’s just better).  But for school purposes and having a place to keep the charger, etc. having a laptop bag is necessary.  That part was simply left to Betsey Johnson.  It’s interesting to look at and gets the job done (and, of course, it’s made out of Neoprene …so it should be safe if someone started a water balloon fight …because it happens, all the time).  Another tip? (since I’m at it) …always check Ross before anywhere else (even eBay …that’s just people who went to Ross and are now making a huge profit off the people who are too cool or dumb to go there themselves).  Mine? $19.99.  Most other places? $30-80. Yeeeeah. It’s not that great.

My MacBook is the safest MacBook there ever was …and the most snappily dressed.

a new take on “breakfast at tiffany’s”

Wednesday, January 25th, 2012

THIS is what is hanging over my stove (har har …breakfast …kitchen …har)

And THIS is what I’m going to replace it with when the day comes.  Yesss!

Hanging something over your stove or sink …well, you have to do it with the understanding that its shelf life may be shorter than other parts of your home.  I don’t mind replacing my Breakfast at Tiffany’s poster knowing this is out in the world waiting to be hung up!  Perhaps I’ve shown too much of my dark sense of humor?  Nah.  I love Holly Golightly.  The movie version more so than the book (don’t hear that very often) …too much literal hookerdom …I found it harder to want to emulate.  I don’t actually want to see Cat attack her …but yeah, it’s pretty funny.

Most people find Banksy on the over-exposed side.  I think he’s successful for a reason.  It does sort of contradict the principles of street artists in certain ways, but whatever, I love most of what the man does.  Just assume you’ll be seeing more of his work here (and in my home …prints not originals …obviously, I’m not Daddy Warbucks, geez guys).

No, seriously, I love Holly Golightly …I own a replica of the sleep mask …and I’d be sad if a cat mauled it.