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nothing snappy to say today.
last night i dreamt a hurricane sucked me out to sea. which makes no sense; shouldn't it have blown me further back to land?
huh.
separated at birth?
ugh. sarah palin ought to be so ashamed of herself and her 17 year old unwed pregnant daughter. what the fuck is this country coming to when the REPUBLICANS can support a vice president wannabe with an illegitimate grandchild? seriously. if this were 50 years ago, the daughter would've been shipped off to a convent to have that baby in secret where it would've immediately been whisked away to an adoptive MARRIED couple to raise. THIS IS NOT OKAY, PEOPLE. DON'T YOU SEE? THIS IS JUST THE BEGINNING OF THE END OF THE WORLD. THIS IS ANARCHY.
society as we know it is showing signs of crumbling. i hope you are prepared. i hope you have your solar power, your rainwater collection system, geothermal heating and cooling systems, your own land to grow grow crops and the guns and ammunition to protect it from a blood-thirsty over-bearing government that intends on someday claiming YOUR PROPERTY as their own. you think i'm kidding? i'm not. i'm just telling you to BE PREPARED.
"And everything's good
and everything's fine
and everything's bitter like sweet things should be"
so the fashion show went off without a hitch. it was lovely, it really was. very professional (of course!) and so many pretty dresses.
BUT, ladies....let's have a little talk, shall we? well, by "ladies" i mean ladies i saw in the audience and at the after party, obviously the models were impeccable........pretty much, but we'll get to that later.
IF YOU ARE WEARING a strappy dress, a dress with a low-cut back, or a dress with criss-crossed details in the back...WEAR A STRAPLESS BRASSIER!
later, my mom and i would sit down and lose count of all the lovely outfits we saw that were unfortunately marred by ugly out-of-place undergarments. when did it become acceptable to have your bra straps hanging out of formal and semi-formal apparel? NEVER. it's beyond tacky! even the other day...i was at the grocery store and in line in front of me was a girl wearing one of those stretchy STRAPLESS tube-top type shirts WITH A STRAPPY BRA! what's even worse is when you see these girls [and their bras] and their white or beige bra straps are dingy, pilled, and obviously worn out. GROSS. it doesn't look good and you should be embarrased! get a cardigan for cripes sake.
the models were tall and lovely, the way most of them are...my only complaint was having to ask so many of them to please take their jewelry off so i could put mine on. models: when you go to a fashion show or photo shoot, DON'T wear any jewelry. it's industry standard. or at least it was when i went to modeling school.
okay, now you're laughing. stop it. yeah, i went to barbizon modeling school and although i never became a runway model or an actress, it gave me poise and confidence when everywhere else i was feeling belittled and freakish for being, like, 4 feet taller than all the other kids my age. anyway, i digress.
so all this model business got me thinking about how i'm not as slender as i used to be, which i suppose is somewhat normal for reaching the 3 decade mark and sitting behind a desk making jewelry or sewing all day instead of running around doing something more active...anyway, i was telling lee the other night that i was really wanting to get in shape again and he jokingly suggested that i take ballet lessons again ["again" meaning since the last time i took ballet 16 years ago]. i rolled my eyes.
but then today i decided i did want to take ballet. i mean, it can be a very simple way to burn a few extra calories and tone your muscles. there's no heavy lifting as with weight training and nothing as strenuous or jarring as with running. alot of what makes it a good workout is the muscle resistance you use to hold stretched positions and to remain graceful and agile in sharp, quick movements.
so this afternoon i went and signed up for an adult ballet class. i'm VERY excited! what delights me even moreso is the accoutrement...i'd forgotten how much i loved the heavy pink tights and old-skool black leotards. i decided to run over to the outlet malls (bleh) because when i was little my mom would take me there to the capezio outlet store and we would stock up on tights, leotards, ballet shoes, leg warmers and maybe a little wrap skirt or two. alas! there is no capezio store there anymore! so i've been doing some shopping at discount dance supply and once again i'm smitten with ballet and all the pretty, pretty things that come with it.
so far, i've chosen the 3/4 sleeve leotard [in black] and the full body tight [in ballet pink]
i'm very excited about the body tight because A) there won't be any waistband to bind, dig, or eventually slide down past my butt because my legs are too long, and B) they have convertible feet, so you can wear them like stockings or footless tights.
but dear god in heaven, i had forgotten all about TUTUS!
not that i will be wearing a tutu to my class, but i always remember wanting an old-skool style tutu like these when i was a kid. sure, we had recitals and performances with sparkly tulle confections, but they were garish and modern. you know what? now, if i want a tutu...I WILL BUY MYSELF A TUTU. of course, if you don't want to spend $300+ for the above, there's always the little tutu-ette:
if only it came in pink!
off to peruse dance costume catalogs......
i have no fancy song to list for you today...no lyrics to ponder. last week was absolute insanity (the good kind). i hit the big 1-0-0-0 on etsy:
had a run of orders on friday after that killer migraine on thursday....and then a wholesale order from RUSSIA of all places on sunday. it never ceases to amaze me the number or orders i receive from all over the world. i always have to say a little prayer to myself for the wonders of etsy....how else would my little goodies be seen at the far ends of the earth?
the 'angels on the runway' jewelry line is complete...and for which i wipe the sweat from my brow and say, "whew." of course there will be tweaking until the day before the show, i'm sure....but for now i can sit down and think of absolutely nothing for approximately 3 minutes and not feel guilty.
and yes, the show is quickly approaching....i'm getting my hair 'did' this thursday. i really want to grow my hair out, but for now, something of a 'victoria beckham' will have to do. *smirks* not that i'm particularly a fan of her or her husband....bitch looks like she really oughta eat a damn sandwich. but her hair is nice.
that is all for now. it seems like everything is a whirlwind...as soon as the hearthouse show is done, applications for the cherrywood art fair will be accepted and i've been counting down the days to that since last year's show. schmeeps! that means it's already time to start thinking about HEXMAS! well....hobby lobby started putting their holiday junk out in JULY so perhaps i'm behind the times already!
"Crest fallen sidekick in an old cafe
never slept with a dream before he had to go away
there's a bell in the tower
Uncle Ray bought a round
don't worry about the army
in the cold cold ground
now don't be a cry baby
when there's wood in the shed
there's a bird in the chimmney
and a stone in my bed
when the road's washed out
they pass the bottle around
and wait in the arms
of the cold cold ground
cold cold ground
there's a ribbon in the willow
and a tire swing rope
and a briar patch of berries
takin over the slope
the cat'll sleep in the mailbox
and we'll never go to town
til we bury every dream in
the cold cold ground
cold cold ground
gimme a Winchester rifle and a whole box of shells
blow the roof off the goat barn
let it roll down the hill
the piano is firewood
times square is a dream
I find we'll lay down together in the cold cold ground
cold cold ground
cold cold ground
call the cops on the Breedloves
bring a bible and a rope
and a whole box of rebel
and a bar of soap
make a pile of trunk tires
and burn 'em all down
bring a dollar with you baby
in the cold cold ground
cold cold ground
take a weathervane rooster
throw rocks at his head
stop talking to the neighbors
til we all go dead
beware of my temper
and the dog that I've found
break all the windows in the
cold cold ground
cold cold ground"
whenever you're feeling down, there's nothing like commiserating with good ole tom waits.
yesterday started off good enough, i drove to austin to drop off some goodies for consignment at women and their work gallery. i felt pretty good about that and was feeling good about all the work i've been doing on jewelry for the hearthouse show...i wore a new dress that i was pretty jazzed about and i thought i'd come home and blog about the crappiness of public schools and how i used to get beat up and made fun of and called names and how, somehow, i guess it made me a bigger person. i guess. but then i got a migraine. a migraine so bad i thought i was having an aneurysm. it lasted for 8 hours. i haven't had one that bad in a long time. well, i imagine the spark for it's short fuse came from this fool:
meet jessica. my brother's 19 year old pregnant girlfriend. now i know...i know...i'm being a total bitch. totally inappropriate. totally unprofessional.
but. i. don't. care. anymore.
everytime i hear about her, it's only about her throwing things at my brother or screaming at him, or most recently, draining their joint bank account (WHY?) to overdraft status and screwing up my brother's financial situation seriously.
time and time again she is screwing things up for him, and in turn screwing things up for me. because i can't sit around and watch my bro flush his life down the toilet with her. she is trash in the truest sense of the word. i could go on and on about all the stupid and horrible things she's done, but it's just a waste of time. my greatest fear now is that she is going to murder my brother in his sleep one night. seriously. i sent him an email begging him to leave, to get away from her. let her parents come to her rescue and take her in instead of my parents bailing my brother out with money. i'm sick of this! you're thinking, "how bad can it be?" well, if speaking loudly about vulgarities and things of a sexual nature at the thanksgiving dinner table is your style, then YOU take her in. if deciding to have a baby out of wedlock at 19 with no financial stability is your idea of cool, then you deal with her. if you like people that scream and cry and spend all of your money on crap (instead of items that they might NEED like a crib, diapers, baby food, etc) then you be her friend. PLEASE, we begged her, PLEASE give the baby up for adoption...please give it to a family that has a stable home and income and can provide it with the best life possible...with love and comforts and happiness. but to no avail.
somebody tell me what to do. somebody help me fix this situation. i can't watch my brother squander his life away with someone that abuses him and will do all they can to make his life as miserable as possible. i just absolutely can't take it any longer. please someone tell me how to help that baby that's on the way. i just don't know what to do.
....if you can call 11:44am morning.
this is how i roll, y'all. this is the luxe life when you're self-employed. sitting at a messy desk piled with papers and patterns and bobby pins, still in robe at almost noon and only on the 2nd cup of coffee for the day. GLAMOROUS, i tell you!
and making a grocery list, to boot.
for your perusal, i present you with my daily reads:
enjoy.
other than that, i have nothing smart or helpful to offer today. off to get my third cuppa...
...or anything
except you and me
Okay?"
i have such a headache today. bleh. let's see....i keep thinking of helpful tips for successful living. i think one might be, like, vinegar can clean mineral deposits out of anything. showerheads, commodes, coffee makers, you name it. white vinegar is a miracle liquid.
also, i fully endorse seventh generation cleaning products...their laundry liquid (i prefer the lavender-eucalyptus) rocks my socks, for sure. it's cheaper than alot of other liquid detergents, it's earth-friendly, and it's super concentrated so you get like 354 loads out of one bottle.
i like the method brand products, too. they have a toilet cleanser called 'lil bowl blue' and while i cannot stand the use of the world 'lil', for a toilet cleanser, it's a good product. it comes in a fabulously squat little powder blue bottle and it smells clean, kind of like real pine needles and eucalyptus or something....the kind of thing you might really like to smell in a place like your bathroom...because it's stupid to make crappy fake-lemon smelling products for your toilet. i mean, what, like why would your toilet smell like lemons? you wouldn't flush lemons down the crapper, would you? well i wouldn't. sounds like a waste of good produce to me. anywhoodles, i digress. also, it's weird when people put, like, food-smelling candles in their bathroom....like, i don't want to associate cinnamon pound cake or vanilla ice cream with my daily hygiene practices, okay?
also, line-drying. if i can convince my mom to do it, and she has indeed kept it up, anyone can do it. the first time i dried my bed sheets on the line i was AMAZED at how much faster they dried than in the electric dryer! you know, in the dryer it seems like stuff gets all wadded up and takes about an hour or more to get dry....but i hang my stuff outside and it's dry in, like, 20 minutes! and i totally just saved a TON of electricity. and dryer sheets. but if you are going to use the dryer, may i suggest meyer's brand lemon verbena dryer sheets? they smell delicious! this reminds me...it's really weird to me when i walk past someone and i catch a whiff of their laundry detergent or fabric softener...okay, more than a whiff, like, it practically knocks me over! people! do you think that's healthy...to use so much detergent and fabric softener that you REEK of it?! i mean, it's in your clothes, it's got to be absorbed by your skin at some point. NOT GOOD. i like clothes and such to smell fresh, but not like a boiling pot of plastic spring meadow flowers. geesh!
my last tip for the day (if you can even consider any of this tips moreso than just inane babbling): baking soda makes a good scrub alternative to comet and it won't burn your eyes, skin, and lungs. that's all...i'm off to take an asprin and drink a gallon of my old faithful standby, dr pepper.
we signed a contract on 11 acres in staples, texas yesterday. though the land is quite bare currently, i think the view looks a bit like tuscany or some such place. not that i've been to tuscany per se, but i have traveled the western coast of italy via motorcoach, so i feel i can call it italian-esque at the very least. the plan is to grow our jujube orchard and other edibles here...and maybe, many years down the road, build a house. but right now my head hurts and it's like 121 degrees outside so i leave you with "skull in sedums" as i have found that when clearing out odd items from the house, sometimes the garden is the best place for them:
first off:
GORGEOUS gemstones arrived in the mail. that center strand is a whopping 515 carats of nearly-flawless lemon topaz.
the july issue of 'country living' magazine came in today's mail, as well.
i went to the eye doctor and got new glasses-FABULOUS:
oh, and yes, that is a baby skunk i'm holding....a "surprise" from the husband.
skunk 'stache'.
meeting mitty boo.
feeding time.
so the story with the skunk is this: lee went to the nursery where he is temporarily keeping his jujube trees (all 120 of them) and finds these behbeh skunkies just clambering all over the place...in the office, around the plants....and they wanted to be picked up and loved and hugged and nurmed george (an inside joke). so what does he do, but smuggle one home in his shirt and "surprise" me with a new "pet". of course it's darling and sweet, and as lee said to me this morning, "it's really great having a baby in the house again," (in all seriousness!). i'm quite wary of it...though cute and able to be domesticated and have it's scent glands removed, i convinced him that with all our other animals (cats, dogs, bunnies, finches, doves, and chickens) there is no way we can provide this little stinker with all the attention it needs. this morning he moped off to the nursery, pink cat skunk carrier in hand, and took the little one back home to it's brothers and sisters...leaving strict instructions with management to please call us if anything happens (i. e. the baby is rejected by momma). as soon as he set stinky down with it's siblings, it ran off humming and squeaking, took one look back at lee, and went right back to playing with the other skunks like it had never left.
in other news, the living room progresses:
we are currently re-milling the original woodwork so it has yet to be re-installed...new oak floors are coming soon, too!
even though the room is still a ways from being complete, i couldn't help hanging my 'new' vintage lace curtains:
i'm overcome with the overwhelming urge to move away. i thought about brooklyn, but i'm not a snowy-winter-colder-than-cold type person. i could go to san fran, but i can't afford the houses there. new orleans is always a possibility, but there's lots of trouble to get into there. i've thought about nashville or memphis, but i haven't even visited there yet. often, my thoughts wander back to savannah...
i used to live here:
(photo from chatham county tax records)
for awhile i lived here, too:
(again, photo from tax records)
yesterday we drove out to to a tiny town in the middle of nowhere where abandoned victorian farmhouses can be found in abundance; however, not near each other, as each one sits on several acres of farmland. one house caught my eye in particular and even though 'no trespassing' signs were posted all around it, i made lee stop the car so i could make my way across the lot to peek in through the dusty windows.
it was so quiet out there....a million miles from any heavily trafficked road; pecan trees shading the front yard, where, even though the temperature was close to 100, it seemed cool and pleasant.
nothing around for miles. i peered in through a broken window and smelled old plaster and dust, nothing seemingly had been changed or touched in the house for years; abandoned and left to wither into the texas dirt. i know this house doesn't belong to me; i know it's not even up on the auction block yet...but i want it so terribly. to move out to the middle of nowhere, where there's no other people so you don't even need a fence, your garage is a musty old barn where someone probably used to park a carriage, and when you sit on your porch in the evening, you don't see anything but rows of wheat and corn.
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