i'll admit it now, i have a bit of an etsy problem. it's not so much a problem as it is a habit. every so often (usually when someone mentions the word etsy and i happen to be in front of a computer) i navigate on over and do my secret vintage searches. some of my purchases have been complete gems, worth way more than i paid for (a low price is part of my secret), while others are one-hit wonders (things i love for about a week and then wonder why i bought). some however, are somewhere in between. this plaid tunic-like item is one of those things. it's clearly handmade (the stitching is far from perfect) and didn't take much consideration for bodyshape. in fact, the weirdest thing about it is that i can't tell which side is the front. and i'm not the only one, samshrew tried it on once and agreed (for the record, conservative samshrew looked so weird in it). and just so you don't think i'm totally crazy, here's a pic. as you can tell, there's the slightest of scoop on the front of the shirt, but that's about it. the arms, bust, and everything else about the shirt is exactly the same.
now if you don't mind me, i have a random polyester dress that i need to go find and purchase.
U2 if you're still a fan, you know exactly why they're on this list. if you're not, you've always known why.
going to shows you stand around for hours, your knees hurt, your ears ring and you end up going to bed way later than you normally would. plus 80% of the time the opener is just time spent waiting around.
children's picture books last time i checked, i was a grown ass adult. if my cheeks weren't so big, it might be downright creepy.
stripes i don't care what you say, stripes make you look wide.
america's next top model there are so many reasons i'm actually embarrassed to add this to the list.
my job when it comes down to it, everybody's working for the weekend.
this morning my inbox taunted me with the idea of minty green shamrock shakes, but like the responsible adult that i always am, i decided not to give in to the urge. that is until danny sent out an email saying that there would be a shamrock shake expedition at noon on the dot. now noon is generally too early for lunch (being that i usually eat breakfat around 10am), but i sort of couldn't say no. i mean, it was the holiday thing to do, right?
happy st. pat's! may your day be full of stouty irish beers and shamrock shakes! preferably not together, but do whatever ice cream floats your boat.
this weekend i washed my hair and let it air dry without really combing it or putting in any product. it flipped out on all the edges in a way that was not intended, and each time i passed by a mirror i couldn't help but think, "wow, it's like hipster carol brady." i threw the hipster part in there to make myself feel better about the whole thing. but come on, look at it, it's totally carol brady.
the first thing randall said when he saw my new haircut was, "you look like that melonhead cat." he's wrong. that cat is actually wearing a pomelo helmet, not a melon helmet. but i suppose I can see what he means. what do you think? is randall right?
so now what? now that it's been a year what should i do? i think it's going to evolve as it goes, but the first rule (i have to take the picture) is already down the drain. randall took today's photo (grudgingly i might add), and who knows who will take tomorrow's.
this is not what i had in mind for tonight's photo at all. and there were several opportunities to make an interesting photo (including when jared and jerusha hess were on an escalator behind us), but i blew them all. so instead i am going to tell you about a song i'm obsessed with. it's an old song from the 60s called 'In the Year 2525' and i can't get enough of it. I first heard it a few weeks ago and then tonight it was front and center in a movie. funny how the universe works that way.
also apologies for the shoddy photoshop execution, i was going for something more like an old book cover, but well stupid deadlines, and laziness has prevented me from making something awesome. you get mediocre instead.
to make up for it, i'm going to leave you with this ian brown cover of 2525 (the first version i heard a few weeks ago).
today randall and i helped avery celebrate her first birthday. i meant to take a pictograph with the birthday girl, but was too busy capturing photos of her smearing cake all over her face to think about it. during the ride home i was bummed by that fact, but then decided i'd just recreate her cake eating ways. then i remembered that tonight is the autumn moon holiday, and thought i could put the two ideas together. so here you have it.
happy autumn moon everyone!
ps. sadly this idea was not my own, thanks to the dudes at the mighty boosh for the genius idea.
today is effectively my friday, and so i nerded the evening by playing the latest professor layton game. i'm only a few puzzles in (i just started tonight), but i am going to get to the bottom of the mystery. when i get stuck, instead of reaching for my hint coins, i see if randall can help out. he's my very own apprentice luke.
in case you can't tell by the photo reference, i am a true blood fan. and even though it goes back and forth between totally campy and totally great drama (with a little bit of a soft core vignetted edges blur porn feel), i think it's a fun way to veg out.