So, you already know that I don't work at that desk job anymore... well, that would be the reason for my not posting in almost a month.. and ya know? i really don't have anything to say right now in particular.. I just felt like i should post SOMETHING..
I guess I could tell you about how my life currently sucks.. Well i really don't feel like going into detail but basically neither my boyfriend nor I can legally drive right now. And we're both broke and being charged out of our assholes to regain the priviledge. We're trying to think positively though. It's only going to go up from here.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Life is GOOD
I've been a bad blogger because my boring job, the one I used to do most of my blogging at, is no more.. I'm on to bigger and better things! So, good for me, bad for my blog.. I suppose there are some updates: New job is good, boy is wonderful, music is moving along- we took pics this past weekend so STAY TUNED to see them! they are gonna be awesome.. cause our friends, Be Speshl Photography did an amazing job! -we also have a meeting tomorrow that could lead to some good things..
so yeah! life is good!
more to come!
xoxo
so yeah! life is good!
more to come!
xoxo
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
A Bob Lefsetz Letter
I was hoping he would respond to the Kanye thing. But at the same time, kinda hoping he wouldn't.. But he did. Here 'tis:
WINNERS
MTV
It happened on MTV. It burnishes the brand's image, that it still happens there. The fact that an artist was sacrificed in the process? WHO GIVES A FUCK! This is what MTV has been doing for eons. Like some "Twilight Zone" aliens with a book entitled "To Serve Acts", MTV has convinced "artists" that brief television exposure is good for them, when we all know it burns out careers, uses up performers even quicker than sitcoms.
Jay Leno
That's why you've got to stay in the game. You never know when serendipity will deal you a ratings bonanza on your most important date, in this case, the debut of your show. Everybody's making a big deal re Jay's question about what Kanye's mother would say. Who would ask such a question? I'd say who'd answer it, but Kanye didn't. Not that Kanye didn't ask for it... He's living his life in the media, he gets no time off, he fucks up, he apologizes, it's endless grist for the mill. As for it affecting his career... There's a dearth of hip-hop superstars, and no pop or rock stars to fill the void. So, expect Kanye to come back bigger and better than ever, Kanye 2.0, who is humble, who apologizes, and makes music that doesn't sound radically different from what he made previously. We love resurrection stories more than destruction stories. Look at Whitney Houston.
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2009/09/14/kanye-west-on-leno-apolog_n_286675.html
Twitter
Without the microblogging service, would we know that Obama called Kanye a "jackass"? As for it being off the record and Terry Moran tweeting it anyway... In a "me" society, who can expect anybody to behave properly, with humility. Isn't that how we got Kanye to begin with?
http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/2177117/obamas_kanye_jackass_comment_continues.html?cat=2
Obama
You mean you watch the VMAs? You mean you know what's going on in the world? After legions of old farts in the White House, this is positively stunning. But even though the media and the Republicans may use this expletive against him, it does more for the President in the minds of young voters than any speech to Congress or appearance on "60 Minutes". Makes you think if you ran into him you could have a conversation, he'd know what you were talking about.
Taylor Swift
Yes, Kanye did hand the mic back to her, but like the 19 year old she is, she was so overwhelmed, she couldn't speak. Cementing her status as the teenage naif with the singing diary. What happens when she grows up? Well, I guess she's listening to Joni Mitchell records right now.
Vince Romanelli
I'd never heard of him either, but his parody of Taylor Swift's "You Belong With Me", remade as "You Don't Belong On MTV", displays creativity unheard on Top Forty. We don't get humor, any analysis in music, just endless pap parading as important so fat cats can get rich.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uV8EHNTXWF4
LOSERS
The American Public
A real story can no longer get traction. Health care is too complex. It's like studying in class as opposed to flirting in the cafeteria. We've become a nation of gossip, and misinformation.
Furthermore, who didn't know Kanye'd been acting like a jackass previously? It's like his jackassness was a musical career, waiting for the tipping point for everyone to celebrate. He acted poorly at this awards show, said bad things at Bonnaroo, now, finally, when so many were watching, he fucked up one more time. Now he truly is a superstar!
But he was already. And most people piling on weren't paying attention to begin with. Then again, I must admit the music community and fans are piling on too. Because they like to. Like the above-referenced high school society, exacting its own justice.
I'm not saying frivolity has no place, I'm just saying that we revere in popular culture almost nothing of value. Everything's grist for the mill. Either you're smart, starting Facebook, writing an iPhone app, or you dropped out of high school and became a lowest common denominator twit like Paris Hilton, focusing eyes on you.
Everybody wants to be rich and famous, everybody wants the attention. Doesn't matter how many "Behind The Music" shows are aired, people think stardom will solve all their issues. So, the inherent fabric of our country becomes ripped and torn, dilapidated.
I know you think I'm on overkill here, but...
People go into finance to get rich, even though this finance doesn't build our country, only tears it apart.
People can't get high tech jobs because they're not educated enough.
People who do go to college study business, those dreamy liberal arts majors who used to create the culture we reveled in are seen as pussies. It's about cash, baby.
We spend our money living like rappers, going to the Palms in Vegas to splash in the pool while consuming overpriced liquor.
I'm just saying we need a readjustment here. Gossip must be the underbelly, not the primary. We seem to carom from one celebrity event to another, from Michael Jackson's death to Kanye, and since the news media sees itself as stars, they throw logs on the fire. Twenty four hours on kidnappings, not twenty four hours on explaining bills in Congress, or Supreme Court decisions. But they need the ratings!
That's what Kanye is, ratings. For everybody and anybody who's got something to sell. And we're buying it. So the laugh's on us.
If you don't get Bob Lefsetz letters, you should.
WINNERS
MTV
It happened on MTV. It burnishes the brand's image, that it still happens there. The fact that an artist was sacrificed in the process? WHO GIVES A FUCK! This is what MTV has been doing for eons. Like some "Twilight Zone" aliens with a book entitled "To Serve Acts", MTV has convinced "artists" that brief television exposure is good for them, when we all know it burns out careers, uses up performers even quicker than sitcoms.
Jay Leno
That's why you've got to stay in the game. You never know when serendipity will deal you a ratings bonanza on your most important date, in this case, the debut of your show. Everybody's making a big deal re Jay's question about what Kanye's mother would say. Who would ask such a question? I'd say who'd answer it, but Kanye didn't. Not that Kanye didn't ask for it... He's living his life in the media, he gets no time off, he fucks up, he apologizes, it's endless grist for the mill. As for it affecting his career... There's a dearth of hip-hop superstars, and no pop or rock stars to fill the void. So, expect Kanye to come back bigger and better than ever, Kanye 2.0, who is humble, who apologizes, and makes music that doesn't sound radically different from what he made previously. We love resurrection stories more than destruction stories. Look at Whitney Houston.
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2009/09/14/kanye-west-on-leno-apolog_n_286675.html
Without the microblogging service, would we know that Obama called Kanye a "jackass"? As for it being off the record and Terry Moran tweeting it anyway... In a "me" society, who can expect anybody to behave properly, with humility. Isn't that how we got Kanye to begin with?
http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/2177117/obamas_kanye_jackass_comment_continues.html?cat=2
Obama
You mean you watch the VMAs? You mean you know what's going on in the world? After legions of old farts in the White House, this is positively stunning. But even though the media and the Republicans may use this expletive against him, it does more for the President in the minds of young voters than any speech to Congress or appearance on "60 Minutes". Makes you think if you ran into him you could have a conversation, he'd know what you were talking about.
Taylor Swift
Yes, Kanye did hand the mic back to her, but like the 19 year old she is, she was so overwhelmed, she couldn't speak. Cementing her status as the teenage naif with the singing diary. What happens when she grows up? Well, I guess she's listening to Joni Mitchell records right now.
Vince Romanelli
I'd never heard of him either, but his parody of Taylor Swift's "You Belong With Me", remade as "You Don't Belong On MTV", displays creativity unheard on Top Forty. We don't get humor, any analysis in music, just endless pap parading as important so fat cats can get rich.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uV8EHNTXWF4
LOSERS
The American Public
A real story can no longer get traction. Health care is too complex. It's like studying in class as opposed to flirting in the cafeteria. We've become a nation of gossip, and misinformation.
Furthermore, who didn't know Kanye'd been acting like a jackass previously? It's like his jackassness was a musical career, waiting for the tipping point for everyone to celebrate. He acted poorly at this awards show, said bad things at Bonnaroo, now, finally, when so many were watching, he fucked up one more time. Now he truly is a superstar!
But he was already. And most people piling on weren't paying attention to begin with. Then again, I must admit the music community and fans are piling on too. Because they like to. Like the above-referenced high school society, exacting its own justice.
I'm not saying frivolity has no place, I'm just saying that we revere in popular culture almost nothing of value. Everything's grist for the mill. Either you're smart, starting Facebook, writing an iPhone app, or you dropped out of high school and became a lowest common denominator twit like Paris Hilton, focusing eyes on you.
Everybody wants to be rich and famous, everybody wants the attention. Doesn't matter how many "Behind The Music" shows are aired, people think stardom will solve all their issues. So, the inherent fabric of our country becomes ripped and torn, dilapidated.
I know you think I'm on overkill here, but...
People go into finance to get rich, even though this finance doesn't build our country, only tears it apart.
People can't get high tech jobs because they're not educated enough.
People who do go to college study business, those dreamy liberal arts majors who used to create the culture we reveled in are seen as pussies. It's about cash, baby.
We spend our money living like rappers, going to the Palms in Vegas to splash in the pool while consuming overpriced liquor.
I'm just saying we need a readjustment here. Gossip must be the underbelly, not the primary. We seem to carom from one celebrity event to another, from Michael Jackson's death to Kanye, and since the news media sees itself as stars, they throw logs on the fire. Twenty four hours on kidnappings, not twenty four hours on explaining bills in Congress, or Supreme Court decisions. But they need the ratings!
That's what Kanye is, ratings. For everybody and anybody who's got something to sell. And we're buying it. So the laugh's on us.
If you don't get Bob Lefsetz letters, you should.
Friday, September 11, 2009
Thoughts on Humans
I was just thinking about the extraordinary machines that we are and all we are collectively capable of. Creating, Loving, Killing, Genius, Ignorance, Hate.. This morning, I correspond with a friend who is tearing his own life apart and feel utterly helpless to save him from his cyclone of drugs and pain and fear. A moment later, I travel to behance.net and am deeply inspired by several artists' works ranging from the design of the new Infiniti car to a graphic artist's final project in school to a photographer's capture of a collection of clothes. My absolute favourite (glamorous spelling) today is a simple study of "birds on a wire". Make me a scary face.
Crazybeautiful. This life is crazybeautiful. one word.
Crazybeautiful. This life is crazybeautiful. one word.
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Confession
I have ALWAYS loved this music video. Something about it- the way its filmed, the clothes, the nostalgic feeling it creates... just love love love it.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Welcome Back!
Hello there, it's been a little bit since my last post. I created a couple other blogs that I have been updating and I made a website for my art stuff. so check it out. I have also been enjoying some other blogs-
Face Hunter
My friend Heather
thats all today.
Face Hunter
My friend Heather
thats all today.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Review This Mother F*****
So, the New York Times wrote a review on my brother's band and well, read it for yourself, but I thought it was a rambling, ignorant piece of shit so I decided to write my own review of his review. Here it is:
Long before he was mashing out censures composed of unnecessarily lengthy and complicated sentences, valuable only in their ability to impress English teachers and expose an illicit affair with a thesaurus, the leach-like Jon Caramanica was himself the suffering victim of musical critique. With his dreams obliterated beyond repair, he burned his guitar and began tearing though his record collection, devouring all traces of optimism and joy and spewing forth malevolent masterpieces of critical literature.
His affinity for decimating wide-eyed innocence through the use of big words was the main inspiration for his latest piece, entitled "What's to Love About Theft?" His ability to transform the written word into a sword with which to slash the tender, green hope of young bands goes beyond mere emasculating parallels with 13 year-old girls: "'You to Miss' wouldn’t have sounded out of place on the recent 'Hannah Montana: The Movie' soundtrack", but reaches further into the depths of literary repression, to the true art of inducing despondency- a blase, uninterested tone and an overall feeling that you fall right into the devastating middle ground- perfectly luke-warm.
I struggle to find a flaw in this master of dream-draining, this artist of ambition abolition, but if I must critique I will indicate a minor imperfection- he seems to lack the instinct to actually listen to the music placed before him before he begins to thread together SAT words with commas and colons and impressive compound punctuation. This is made apparent in his final paragraph when he speculates the meaning behind "Slow Down" (the first line of the song addresses itself to a personification of life).
In the end, I give two enthusiastic thumbs up to this arresting piece of critical and literary sculpture. I hope he sent a copy to his AP English teacher. KATIE BANDAS
Long before he was mashing out censures composed of unnecessarily lengthy and complicated sentences, valuable only in their ability to impress English teachers and expose an illicit affair with a thesaurus, the leach-like Jon Caramanica was himself the suffering victim of musical critique. With his dreams obliterated beyond repair, he burned his guitar and began tearing though his record collection, devouring all traces of optimism and joy and spewing forth malevolent masterpieces of critical literature.
His affinity for decimating wide-eyed innocence through the use of big words was the main inspiration for his latest piece, entitled "What's to Love About Theft?" His ability to transform the written word into a sword with which to slash the tender, green hope of young bands goes beyond mere emasculating parallels with 13 year-old girls: "'You to Miss' wouldn’t have sounded out of place on the recent 'Hannah Montana: The Movie' soundtrack", but reaches further into the depths of literary repression, to the true art of inducing despondency- a blase, uninterested tone and an overall feeling that you fall right into the devastating middle ground- perfectly luke-warm.
I struggle to find a flaw in this master of dream-draining, this artist of ambition abolition, but if I must critique I will indicate a minor imperfection- he seems to lack the instinct to actually listen to the music placed before him before he begins to thread together SAT words with commas and colons and impressive compound punctuation. This is made apparent in his final paragraph when he speculates the meaning behind "Slow Down" (the first line of the song addresses itself to a personification of life).
In the end, I give two enthusiastic thumbs up to this arresting piece of critical and literary sculpture. I hope he sent a copy to his AP English teacher. KATIE BANDAS
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Saw it, Want it
Saw this in Nylon. Found out its Anna Sui for Target. Available Sept. 13th. Need it.
http://www.collegefashion.net/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/blair3.jpg
http://www.collegefashion.net/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/blair3.jpg
Friday, August 21, 2009
Plan B
OK, this isn't the kind of plan B that is just in case plan A doesn't work, nor is it emergency contraceptive. This is an idea that is following the original plan and to be honest, its gaining on it. It may very well pass it up. But then again, it may very well fall flat on its face. Plan B (an abridged version, because this is idea is so bad A that you'd steal it, I know you): Live here-
-and sell my sister's, our friends', and my art and things out of the store front Its a live work space. You see in the picture that garage door across from the kitchen island? It works. It opens up to a communal courtyard. AMAZING. If you know me then you understand how this makes my heart flutter- I'd live outside if I could. Then also, in the same complex, there is a huge open space thats not built out that we would get for cheap because of that. We and a few friends would rent the two spaces as one unit and we would all share the benefits of both spaces- including the facilities. We would all have office space, a store front, space to play music, paint, film, have concerts, parties, entertain, and realize a vision that Aaron and I have had for a while, which is the big picture idea that I'll leave out. Tah Dah! So, now I wait for by go-betweens to go between and see if they will accept our offer. eee!
-and sell my sister's, our friends', and my art and things out of the store front Its a live work space. You see in the picture that garage door across from the kitchen island? It works. It opens up to a communal courtyard. AMAZING. If you know me then you understand how this makes my heart flutter- I'd live outside if I could. Then also, in the same complex, there is a huge open space thats not built out that we would get for cheap because of that. We and a few friends would rent the two spaces as one unit and we would all share the benefits of both spaces- including the facilities. We would all have office space, a store front, space to play music, paint, film, have concerts, parties, entertain, and realize a vision that Aaron and I have had for a while, which is the big picture idea that I'll leave out. Tah Dah! So, now I wait for by go-betweens to go between and see if they will accept our offer. eee!
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Update
Some things I've added to my home sweet home as of late...
A very much needed storage piece in the kitchen ($30 off craigslist). The bright orb is a pretty chandelier that i'm sad you can't see...
A mobile that I made, which was inspired by something I saw in an Anthropology store (cost me $0 to make).
A chandelier that I bought for $20 at an antique store and painted bright red! Hung in the living room.
The most amazing find of.. the month at least- a red LE CREUSET tea pot found at a garage sale and purchased for a haggled price of a mere $7. Thank you.
A chair I found by a dumpster, recovered and painted (cost= $0). Here's the before and after:
A very much needed storage piece in the kitchen ($30 off craigslist). The bright orb is a pretty chandelier that i'm sad you can't see...
A mobile that I made, which was inspired by something I saw in an Anthropology store (cost me $0 to make).
A chandelier that I bought for $20 at an antique store and painted bright red! Hung in the living room.
The most amazing find of.. the month at least- a red LE CREUSET tea pot found at a garage sale and purchased for a haggled price of a mere $7. Thank you.
A chair I found by a dumpster, recovered and painted (cost= $0). Here's the before and after:
Friday, August 14, 2009
God's Gift to the Financially-Challenged
oh my goodness, I'll geeking out about this website. Pretty sure it's gonna change my life.
www.mint.com
(also a Glamour Magazine Sept. 2009 find..)
www.mint.com
(also a Glamour Magazine Sept. 2009 find..)
"Just Like a Family"
I was reading Glamour Magazine and came across an article on the 2 women that started an organization called GEMS- Girls Educaional and Mentoring Services- to help rescue young girls from the world of prostitution. It completely grabbed me. Visit the website to learn more about what they are about and what they are doing. I was particularly appalled at the realization that though these 12-21 year old girls are participating in an illegal activity, prostitution, they are girls that need help, not incarceration. It's sex trafficking. They are the victims. Check it out.
From the article in Glamour Magazine: Rachel Lloyd, a survivor of the sex trade herself, founded GEMS 10 years ago to help girls understand that what they have with their pimps is not love but exploitation... Lloyd once asked a girl why she stayed with her pimp. "She told me that every evening they'd sit down and eat dinner together, 'just like a family.'"
From the article in Glamour Magazine: Rachel Lloyd, a survivor of the sex trade herself, founded GEMS 10 years ago to help girls understand that what they have with their pimps is not love but exploitation... Lloyd once asked a girl why she stayed with her pimp. "She told me that every evening they'd sit down and eat dinner together, 'just like a family.'"
Monday, August 10, 2009
interesting
This is interesting to me.. but also, I just really love the design of the studio! yeah.. thats really the main reason... :)
Friday, August 7, 2009
A Plan
I may or may not be really hyped up on coffee. But nonetheless. I have a plan. It goes like this:
October- lease is up, spend the month saying goodbye to my lovely apartment
November- Move out and into my parents garage, saving money
December- buy space heater, happy birthday to me, keep saving money!
January-February- It's effing freezing but I've saved up 2000 bucks!
March- Finishing up getting the EPs and merch ready for Europe, $2500 saved
April- Sell car, $8000 in the bank, get on a plane, fly to the other side of the pond
May- playing shows, selling merch, loving life
June- Land on NY, stay.
Maybe. Maybe not. But maybe...
October- lease is up, spend the month saying goodbye to my lovely apartment
November- Move out and into my parents garage, saving money
December- buy space heater, happy birthday to me, keep saving money!
January-February- It's effing freezing but I've saved up 2000 bucks!
March- Finishing up getting the EPs and merch ready for Europe, $2500 saved
April- Sell car, $8000 in the bank, get on a plane, fly to the other side of the pond
May- playing shows, selling merch, loving life
June- Land on NY, stay.
Maybe. Maybe not. But maybe...
Monday, August 3, 2009
Friday, July 31, 2009
things
1.
Low-fat, cheap, vegan soup = cardboard soup.
damn.
Will I buy it again? probly.
2.
I am in love. It's effing scary.
3.
Actually #2 is pretty much all I can think about right now..
Low-fat, cheap, vegan soup = cardboard soup.
damn.
Will I buy it again? probly.
2.
I am in love. It's effing scary.
3.
Actually #2 is pretty much all I can think about right now..
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Bleach Blonde and Bronze
If you really feel that you must... here are some guidlines:
NO
YES
NO
YES
NO
YES
Questions?
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NO
YES
NO
YES
NO
YES
Questions?
__
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Breaking Down and Rebuilding
Shortly after that last post I had a little bit of a break down. I think you could call it that. It started coming on one evening slowly. I couldn't tell exactly what I was feeling. I was stressed and irritable and frustrated but I couldn't pinpoint a cause. Then, that night, the floodgates opened and I realised- that's all I really needed, a good cry. It was such a release. And a relief! My poor boyfriend though.. probably thought I was crazy.. Normally I prefer to have my emotional breakdowns in private but hey, what can you do? Thank goodness he loves me :)
I'm very focused and driven most of the time. I'm very goal-oriented. But I think everyone just gets weighed down from time to time. I am working very hard right now on a lot of different things- I'm painting (just sold my first 2 paintings last week), working on music with my sister (just played our first show last weekend), working 3 days a week at the only job thats making me a steady, though meager, income, and working/interning 2 days for an interior designer. I am also trying to devote some time to making clothes which has been something I've wanted to do for a while now. Then of course there's the new relationship and well, just life- I haven't worked out in I-don't-know-how-long and my house is a mess. BUT, I'm not complaining because this is a decision that I made- to go for it all at once- and I know my hard work will pay off, it already has begun to. I will say that having to ignore calls from collection agencies because I know I don't have a dime to give them, avoiding cops on the road because my tags have been expired since April, and borrowing money from my dad to get my phone service reconnected on top off all of this- not fun. I just get tired sometimes. I get tired of working my ass off and still being ass-broke. *sigh* But I know this is just a phase of my life and I will reap the benefits of my investments sooner or later. My vote is for sooner.
Anyway, I am feeling energized again after my little episode of exhaustion and I'm ready to hit the ground running.
*** I actually wrote this post last week but my computer here at work sucks and so it wouldn't post. So I had saved it to try again later. Today it worked but now its outdated. So just know that a couple things have changed- I got a little money, got my tags renewed, sold another painting (to my mom, but still..) and am generally just feeling better about life.
I'm very focused and driven most of the time. I'm very goal-oriented. But I think everyone just gets weighed down from time to time. I am working very hard right now on a lot of different things- I'm painting (just sold my first 2 paintings last week), working on music with my sister (just played our first show last weekend), working 3 days a week at the only job thats making me a steady, though meager, income, and working/interning 2 days for an interior designer. I am also trying to devote some time to making clothes which has been something I've wanted to do for a while now. Then of course there's the new relationship and well, just life- I haven't worked out in I-don't-know-how-long and my house is a mess. BUT, I'm not complaining because this is a decision that I made- to go for it all at once- and I know my hard work will pay off, it already has begun to. I will say that having to ignore calls from collection agencies because I know I don't have a dime to give them, avoiding cops on the road because my tags have been expired since April, and borrowing money from my dad to get my phone service reconnected on top off all of this- not fun. I just get tired sometimes. I get tired of working my ass off and still being ass-broke. *sigh* But I know this is just a phase of my life and I will reap the benefits of my investments sooner or later. My vote is for sooner.
Anyway, I am feeling energized again after my little episode of exhaustion and I'm ready to hit the ground running.
*** I actually wrote this post last week but my computer here at work sucks and so it wouldn't post. So I had saved it to try again later. Today it worked but now its outdated. So just know that a couple things have changed- I got a little money, got my tags renewed, sold another painting (to my mom, but still..) and am generally just feeling better about life.
Friday, July 17, 2009
Jack of all trades, master of none.
I am an amateur painter, a wannabe rockstar, an unlicensed interior "decorator", an all bite and no bark do-gooder, a failing vegan, an ill-equipped photographer, an irregular exerciser with love handles, an unfocused intellectual, a here-and-there clothing designer, an inconsistent songwriter. Good but not the best, ideas without direction, talent without training, endless potential. potential, potential, potential.
But how long can I be the girl on her way, before I'm just the woman who never got there?
...
But how long can I be the girl on her way, before I'm just the woman who never got there?
...
Monday, July 6, 2009
#5-7
A while back there was a facebook fad where everyone posted a note called "25 things" which listed 25 random things about them. I missed the train because I couldn't think of 25 things in one sitting so I decided I would write random facts on here as they came into my head. As predicted, it has been about 5 months since the first one and I'm only on #5.
Ok, now that you are reminded of what I am doing, allow me to continue. Let's knock a couple out-
#5 Mumbling is a pet peeve of mine.
#6 Heavy breathing is a pet peeve of mine.
#7 Mumbling + heavy breathing + bad smelling cologne = I'm going to [want to] kill you. (yes you, IT guy!)
Ok, now that you are reminded of what I am doing, allow me to continue. Let's knock a couple out-
#5 Mumbling is a pet peeve of mine.
#6 Heavy breathing is a pet peeve of mine.
#7 Mumbling + heavy breathing + bad smelling cologne = I'm going to [want to] kill you. (yes you, IT guy!)
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
3.1 Phillip Lim
Apparantly today is fashion day.. I've been hanging out on style.com looking at a lot of the Resort Collections. I was gonna leave it at one fashion post for today but this particular outfit just has to be shared. love love love it. The rest of that collection is great too and in fact, Phillip Lim is just awesome.
In <3 with Giles
I'm in love with everything about this collection from Giles
The colors are great; the tailoring is great; the details are great. Most of all I love the presentation of the collection in this photoshoot. Oh man, it just makes me happy to look at.
The colors are great; the tailoring is great; the details are great. Most of all I love the presentation of the collection in this photoshoot. Oh man, it just makes me happy to look at.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Happy Things
My BFFWB and I drove a Uhaul from Louisiana to TN yesterday and it was glorious. Glorious I tell you. Not only am I pretty sure I could scoop poop all day with him and still have the best day of my life but we spent a good 5 hours coming up with and discussing a brilliant plan. I can't say much (actually I could but it feels very important to pretend its some sort of secret- heather, call me) but I will tell you it involves music, a video camera, and Europe.
So, as far as music goes, that is what I am working towards. It doesn't change much of what I was already focusing on with Trudy Chase. We are still working on getting a good set solidified and getting our musicians together, booking some shows and getting merch. Now we just add to that saving for a trip to Europe.
Other happy things from this past week include spending the weekend in New Orleans (hence the driving back from New Orleans) and some delicious developments with the job situation.
First of all- New Orleans was an amazing time.
What a cool city. It certainly has a dark side though. You can feel it. It's like that hot guy with the bad boy image, only he ain't no James Dean, he's the real deal, he's real trouble. That's N'awlins. But hey, one night can't do any harm huh? We went down to Bourbon Street on Saturday night. We had some absolutely sinful Cajun food and daiquiris and sang karaoke.. it was delightful. Then, Sunday, we spent by the pool until it got too hot and we went out for [veggie] burgers and chocolate shakes. When we got back, Aaron and I watched the sun fade, reducing the color palate of our world to blue and gold. Then at the exact right moment, we were showered with one of those perfect southern summer storms. We watched the rain and then went and got some beer. Perfect little mini-vacation.
On the job front, I put together my portfolio and showed my boss and she loved it! LOVED it! So what started as an "internship" and then turned into my training for a position as "art consultant" has now become "Katie, I'm going to try and use your art in every one of my jobs. And if I need something that you don't have, I'll just have you paint it. Let's see, this one we'll price at $600.. this one $800.. this one, hm, about $1200.." HA! yessssss!!!! So, now it's time to paint paint paint paint paint cause I gots some money to make!
I can't remember what all I've put up here but here's one I've recently finished:
That is one of the ones for sale (anyone?? ha) It's actually a pretty difficult thing to start selling these peices.. I love them all! I decided to keep one though. I'm keeping my favorite one. But it will still be hard to see the ones of my sister and my grandma go.. I really honestly can't think about it too much. In fact I'm going to stop talking about it right now.
So, in conclusion, happy freakin times up in here.
Oh and one last thing...
:)
So, as far as music goes, that is what I am working towards. It doesn't change much of what I was already focusing on with Trudy Chase. We are still working on getting a good set solidified and getting our musicians together, booking some shows and getting merch. Now we just add to that saving for a trip to Europe.
Other happy things from this past week include spending the weekend in New Orleans (hence the driving back from New Orleans) and some delicious developments with the job situation.
First of all- New Orleans was an amazing time.
What a cool city. It certainly has a dark side though. You can feel it. It's like that hot guy with the bad boy image, only he ain't no James Dean, he's the real deal, he's real trouble. That's N'awlins. But hey, one night can't do any harm huh? We went down to Bourbon Street on Saturday night. We had some absolutely sinful Cajun food and daiquiris and sang karaoke.. it was delightful. Then, Sunday, we spent by the pool until it got too hot and we went out for [veggie] burgers and chocolate shakes. When we got back, Aaron and I watched the sun fade, reducing the color palate of our world to blue and gold. Then at the exact right moment, we were showered with one of those perfect southern summer storms. We watched the rain and then went and got some beer. Perfect little mini-vacation.
On the job front, I put together my portfolio and showed my boss and she loved it! LOVED it! So what started as an "internship" and then turned into my training for a position as "art consultant" has now become "Katie, I'm going to try and use your art in every one of my jobs. And if I need something that you don't have, I'll just have you paint it. Let's see, this one we'll price at $600.. this one $800.. this one, hm, about $1200.." HA! yessssss!!!! So, now it's time to paint paint paint paint paint cause I gots some money to make!
I can't remember what all I've put up here but here's one I've recently finished:
That is one of the ones for sale (anyone?? ha) It's actually a pretty difficult thing to start selling these peices.. I love them all! I decided to keep one though. I'm keeping my favorite one. But it will still be hard to see the ones of my sister and my grandma go.. I really honestly can't think about it too much. In fact I'm going to stop talking about it right now.
So, in conclusion, happy freakin times up in here.
Oh and one last thing...
:)
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Here.
Let me tell you what. Figuring out what to do with your life is hard. Especially because it doesn't pause for you to figure it all out.
Yesterday I was at my new job and I had a "why the hell am I here?" moment. Here's what I thought: Considering the fact that I'm not getting paid and it's taking up 2 full days a week, I could be going to school instead. I've been counting it a positive to be learning new things and making connections without having to pay- free school- but the difference is that no matter how much knowledge gets in my head and money stays in my pocket, I will not have that bullshit piece of paper to show poeple and say "look how much I know!" I don't think I care really but it's worth mentioning because it does cross my mind from time to time. The truth is though, the other designer that I work with has a degree in interior design and she started out for free just like me and I have to opportunity to move into a position just like the one she is in. So what is the difference? I'm not quite sure so I just keep wondering.
Should I rent a studio and spend my days making paintings that I sell for prices I can't believe people would pay just like the artist I visited yesterday? She's been painting for only 2 years; she rents a modest space with 3 other artist and to be honest, I'm better. Personality-wise, I think I'm more meant for locking myself away in a creative box, blaring music and getting paint all over my jeans. But you know what? you can hide away in a closet painting Picassos all day but if you don't know anyone but your starving artist cell-mates, then no one will buy them. So perhaps that is where I am right now. I am making connections in a world that I need.
Or maybe I need to be focusing on music. Maybe I just need to be focusing- on anything! Maybe I need to just forget about a social life. Maybe I need to work 24/7- painting, singing, writing, promoting, sewing, thinking, reading, studying, creating, never sleeping. Maybe, I should just start roaming the earth. Maybe I should learn the guitar. Maybe I should go overseas. Maybe- maybe- maybe- what if? what if? what if???
No matter how many what-ifs-per-second my mind is travelling at, I always land on this: I am here. I may want to be there but I am here. It's the 'how to live in the moment while working toward to future' dilemma. It's a tough one. I guess what it means to me right now is keeping an eye on what/who i want to be and where I want to go but also having a clear map of what it will take to end up there. Visualizing the connecting dots just as I visualize my end goal. Right now, I am going to stick out this internship and let it be what it will be. I know I can learn a lot and make a lot of connections here and so whether this or school is better for that is not important I suppose, because I'm not in school, I'm here.
I think I just lost my train of thought a little bit so I'm gonna end this ramble session.
Yesterday I was at my new job and I had a "why the hell am I here?" moment. Here's what I thought: Considering the fact that I'm not getting paid and it's taking up 2 full days a week, I could be going to school instead. I've been counting it a positive to be learning new things and making connections without having to pay- free school- but the difference is that no matter how much knowledge gets in my head and money stays in my pocket, I will not have that bullshit piece of paper to show poeple and say "look how much I know!" I don't think I care really but it's worth mentioning because it does cross my mind from time to time. The truth is though, the other designer that I work with has a degree in interior design and she started out for free just like me and I have to opportunity to move into a position just like the one she is in. So what is the difference? I'm not quite sure so I just keep wondering.
Should I rent a studio and spend my days making paintings that I sell for prices I can't believe people would pay just like the artist I visited yesterday? She's been painting for only 2 years; she rents a modest space with 3 other artist and to be honest, I'm better. Personality-wise, I think I'm more meant for locking myself away in a creative box, blaring music and getting paint all over my jeans. But you know what? you can hide away in a closet painting Picassos all day but if you don't know anyone but your starving artist cell-mates, then no one will buy them. So perhaps that is where I am right now. I am making connections in a world that I need.
Or maybe I need to be focusing on music. Maybe I just need to be focusing- on anything! Maybe I need to just forget about a social life. Maybe I need to work 24/7- painting, singing, writing, promoting, sewing, thinking, reading, studying, creating, never sleeping. Maybe, I should just start roaming the earth. Maybe I should learn the guitar. Maybe I should go overseas. Maybe- maybe- maybe- what if? what if? what if???
No matter how many what-ifs-per-second my mind is travelling at, I always land on this: I am here. I may want to be there but I am here. It's the 'how to live in the moment while working toward to future' dilemma. It's a tough one. I guess what it means to me right now is keeping an eye on what/who i want to be and where I want to go but also having a clear map of what it will take to end up there. Visualizing the connecting dots just as I visualize my end goal. Right now, I am going to stick out this internship and let it be what it will be. I know I can learn a lot and make a lot of connections here and so whether this or school is better for that is not important I suppose, because I'm not in school, I'm here.
I think I just lost my train of thought a little bit so I'm gonna end this ramble session.
Friday, June 19, 2009
Artist's Statement
I'm studying my art books and I've got it on the brain. I thought I would share something I wrote a couple weeks ago in my little journal thing that I keep with me. I was trying to begin a rough draft or at least get some ideas down in preparation for writing an "artist's statement". I recently learned that this is something artist's do when displaying a collection. Since I am hopefully going to be doing just that very soon, I thought I'd give it a try. I was recommended to begin with an explanation of my philosophy behind creating art, or something to that effect. I just started writing and this came out.
May 29, 2009
When I encounter certain things- things that I find beautiful or intriguing or nostalgic or even disturbing- and I feel them soak into me and move inside my skin and my bones and my stomach, stirring up my insides until I think I may burst, I call it inspiration. Painting, for me, is releasing these things back into the world in a new form. My art is an amalgamation of everything I've ever seen, felt, and heard. It's as innate and necessary as the digestion of food. The consumption and processing of the beauty of the world.
Well, anyways, its a start. I say 'thing' a lot at first.. but I couldn't figure out a better word cause I didn't want to limit it to images, sounds, or anything specific like that. Also, i am sorta comparing my art to poop. hmm.
May 29, 2009
When I encounter certain things- things that I find beautiful or intriguing or nostalgic or even disturbing- and I feel them soak into me and move inside my skin and my bones and my stomach, stirring up my insides until I think I may burst, I call it inspiration. Painting, for me, is releasing these things back into the world in a new form. My art is an amalgamation of everything I've ever seen, felt, and heard. It's as innate and necessary as the digestion of food. The consumption and processing of the beauty of the world.
Well, anyways, its a start. I say 'thing' a lot at first.. but I couldn't figure out a better word cause I didn't want to limit it to images, sounds, or anything specific like that. Also, i am sorta comparing my art to poop. hmm.
Art
"Art is the desperate attempt to recreate that which we cannot capture."
-me (who the eff quotes themself? loser...)
As you know, last week I started an internship with an interior designer. So far, it's still going well, except for the fact that I was working until 11pm last night and at least 5 hours of the day was spent helping my boss detail her car. But, its ok, it's all part of the deal. I'm learning a lot. It's free school. Anyway, in my interview I brought a small portfolio of art projects that I did a couple years ago when I worked for another interior design firm but not my personal art- the painting I've been doing. My boss wants to see that stuff so I started taking pics of everything yesterday and while I was at it I figured I might as well get out some older stuff and take pics of that too. I took most of them on my digital camera but then it froze for a while (awesome.) so I took the rest with my phone. Anyway, point is- I thought I'd post some of the older stuff, just for fun.
Here's a self portrait that I did when I took a drawing class at ACC- one of the only college classes I've taken. I think this was probably charcoal..?
Compare that to a recent self portrait sketch (that is now a painting- this is not the finished product- I'll show you that one sometime). This was charcoal too (i think.. isn't it sad that i forget the mediums?)
you know what I just noticed looking at these two? I think I'm a little too nice to myself when it comes to my nose.. haha really though, i try to be as accurate as possible in drawing myself- or anyone actually- but still i think i make my nose a little smaller than it is.. interesting.. i hadn't noticed that before..
Anyway, next- here are a couple still-life drawings also from my college days (haha yeah i can't really say that...) To be honest, I've kinda forgotten what all the different pencils and charcoal and graphite things are called- i have a ton of them and i always just mix em up, so the medium is um, all of the above. the skull is probably charcoal and the plates are probably graphite..
I loved that class.. probably because, well, I guess since it's my blog i'm allowed to just be honest and say, i was by far the best in the class. I really don't even think that's bragging because when you're doing a real life drawing of a still life- where the point is to copy whats in front of you- then it's just like, ok, who's looks the most like whats sitting in front of you? ok. anyway, enough of that.. you egotist. if that's not a word I'm making it one. ok, hrm, moving right along..
Here's one of my first paintings- from 10th grade I think.
Here are a couple small ones that I did a few years ago.. i don't really like these that much actually but it was when i first started really wanting to paint
Lets see.. is there anything else worth showing... oh, here's one- this is also from my drawing class but I thought it was a kind of cool random thing to draw so I recently cropped and framed it, using the inside of a piece of cardboard, the corrugated part, painted, as the "matte".. it was a cool idea but i need glass for the frame cause it looks sloppy without it..
So there you have it. A little bit of the history of my art. And might I add, these are all for sale. haha, pretty sure only 2 people read this... so um, Heather, you got your checkbook out? I'll give you a bff discount! :) just kidding.... about the discount, not about the other stuff.. and I'm just kidding again! oh gosh, someone stop me...
Ok, I'd like to conclude this post by bringing us up to date with my very most recent painting. (might do more to the background but its at least very close to being done..)
-me (who the eff quotes themself? loser...)
As you know, last week I started an internship with an interior designer. So far, it's still going well, except for the fact that I was working until 11pm last night and at least 5 hours of the day was spent helping my boss detail her car. But, its ok, it's all part of the deal. I'm learning a lot. It's free school. Anyway, in my interview I brought a small portfolio of art projects that I did a couple years ago when I worked for another interior design firm but not my personal art- the painting I've been doing. My boss wants to see that stuff so I started taking pics of everything yesterday and while I was at it I figured I might as well get out some older stuff and take pics of that too. I took most of them on my digital camera but then it froze for a while (awesome.) so I took the rest with my phone. Anyway, point is- I thought I'd post some of the older stuff, just for fun.
Here's a self portrait that I did when I took a drawing class at ACC- one of the only college classes I've taken. I think this was probably charcoal..?
Compare that to a recent self portrait sketch (that is now a painting- this is not the finished product- I'll show you that one sometime). This was charcoal too (i think.. isn't it sad that i forget the mediums?)
you know what I just noticed looking at these two? I think I'm a little too nice to myself when it comes to my nose.. haha really though, i try to be as accurate as possible in drawing myself- or anyone actually- but still i think i make my nose a little smaller than it is.. interesting.. i hadn't noticed that before..
Anyway, next- here are a couple still-life drawings also from my college days (haha yeah i can't really say that...) To be honest, I've kinda forgotten what all the different pencils and charcoal and graphite things are called- i have a ton of them and i always just mix em up, so the medium is um, all of the above. the skull is probably charcoal and the plates are probably graphite..
I loved that class.. probably because, well, I guess since it's my blog i'm allowed to just be honest and say, i was by far the best in the class. I really don't even think that's bragging because when you're doing a real life drawing of a still life- where the point is to copy whats in front of you- then it's just like, ok, who's looks the most like whats sitting in front of you? ok. anyway, enough of that.. you egotist. if that's not a word I'm making it one. ok, hrm, moving right along..
Here's one of my first paintings- from 10th grade I think.
Here are a couple small ones that I did a few years ago.. i don't really like these that much actually but it was when i first started really wanting to paint
Lets see.. is there anything else worth showing... oh, here's one- this is also from my drawing class but I thought it was a kind of cool random thing to draw so I recently cropped and framed it, using the inside of a piece of cardboard, the corrugated part, painted, as the "matte".. it was a cool idea but i need glass for the frame cause it looks sloppy without it..
So there you have it. A little bit of the history of my art. And might I add, these are all for sale. haha, pretty sure only 2 people read this... so um, Heather, you got your checkbook out? I'll give you a bff discount! :) just kidding.... about the discount, not about the other stuff.. and I'm just kidding again! oh gosh, someone stop me...
Ok, I'd like to conclude this post by bringing us up to date with my very most recent painting. (might do more to the background but its at least very close to being done..)
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Hump Day Rants
So I have a couple things to say today. First of all, I feel pretty crappy right now and am very happy that I have a doctor appt tomorrow to figure this shit out. Ok wait, actually that was a bit misleading.. I have been having some health issues and I do have an appt tomorrow that I'm looking forward to because it's been about a month with this annoying and sometimes very painful issue, BUT I have to admit that my feeling crappy at this moment has a little more to do with too much alcohol and too little sleep last night.. soooo.. my bad. But nevertheless, I've got a headache and my throat hurts.
I would like to take a moment and rant about something. Well, 3 things actually. First up- telemarketers. I'm generally nice to them cause I know they are just doing their job and lets be honest, it's a sucky job. And I know even the higher-ups need to make money and they have to try and sell their stuff and whatever.. BUT- don't try and trick me. I'll cut you.
There is a company that always calls and they say something like this- "Hey this is --- with [some copier company or something like that], we're sending you a new book for the copier and I just need to get the model number.." something like that anyway.. Some of them are really good and so the first time they called I thought someone had requested that they send some replacement something or other for the copier and so I'm here tryin to find the model number and then he has to confirm the address and he just keeps needing more and more info until he is asking me to "confirm" something or other and I start to feel like this isn't my turf anymore so I tell him I'm just the receptionist and I can't "confirm" anything. So I pass him along and the IT guy figures out its a scam. So, it's a bit of a mess and I look and feel stupid. But I learned a valuable lesson I suppose. After a while they called again, someone new, with the same stupid line and I just said "no thank you." and they hung up. didn't say anything just hung up like I had just ruined their little game. I thought that was pretty rude. They just called again today (someone else- who DID sound like a telemarketer) and I said "no." and she hung up too. It makes me think that is what they're told to do- just hang up! Assholes. It just really pisses me off that they are trying to trick people into ordering something.
Ok, moving right along. I won't spend much time on this topic, but there is a girl on facebook that I- ooh, man, I just.. well, I'll just say I think she is an effing crazy bitch and a waste of space. Here's the short story. There's a person that I am "friends" with on fb that I don't think I actually know- i think he adds a lot of people that he doesn't know, not sure why.. But anyway, I guess he added this girl (who i also don't know) and she didn't like that so she made a group that said "I don't know ---- but he added me" ok, weirdo, just deny him and move on with your life. But she didn't; she made another group- "I don't know ---- but he added me twice" She made more and more groups- "I don't know ---- but he added me 5 times", "I'm gonna kick ---- in the balls", "---- got me kicked off facebook but I got back on", "---- can suck a big dick" and they got worse and worse and over the last couple months I swear she's made at least 30 or 40 groups. At one point I sent a not so nice but really not that mean (didn't say what i wanted to say) email saying keep me out of this- stop sending me group invites [you crazy whore]. I've even reported and blocked her and- no good. I still get all her psycho invites. I don't really know what to do but I want to punch her in her stupid i-need-a-hobby face. Too bad I have NO CLUE who she is! how am i even involved in this mess??
anyway, so theres that... but don't worry, there's more. Next up is the stupid chef from The Palm. Listen buddy, I'm vegan, it doesn't mean I don't have taste buds! Seriously, I just cannot believe that a chef would send this out of the kitchen:
On top of the fact that it looks like I just raided the produce section and am about ready to check out (or just moved the lawn), how about some spices or something? hell, salt! Damn. I hate to complain because my sweet friend took me out to eat and its a really upscale place and it was really nice of him to take me there and call ahead to make sure they would have something that I could eat. But honestly, I was kind of insulted. My friend is a vegetarian and they made him a nice pasta dish (which I'm pretty sure was vegan minus the parmesan cheese). For those of you who don't know, its very common for a vegan or vegetarian to ask the chef to put something together for them. I've done it plenty of times and been served something delicious. I'm not a chef but I can tell you if I was I would NEVER send something out of my kithcen that looked like that. Funny thing is, I went out for mexican the night before and got veggie fajitas and asked them to cook them in oil instead of butter and it was freaking delicious. and vegan. peppers, mushrooms, onions, rice, guac- mmmm. It was 7 dollars.
Ok, I'll stop. There are some happy things I could talk about too.. Like my new internship is going well and my boss has decided that she would like me to focus on the art side of the whole thing. More on this later. But I've already titled this post Hump Day Rants and so I'll have to save positive thinking for later.
I would like to take a moment and rant about something. Well, 3 things actually. First up- telemarketers. I'm generally nice to them cause I know they are just doing their job and lets be honest, it's a sucky job. And I know even the higher-ups need to make money and they have to try and sell their stuff and whatever.. BUT- don't try and trick me. I'll cut you.
There is a company that always calls and they say something like this- "Hey this is --- with [some copier company or something like that], we're sending you a new book for the copier and I just need to get the model number.." something like that anyway.. Some of them are really good and so the first time they called I thought someone had requested that they send some replacement something or other for the copier and so I'm here tryin to find the model number and then he has to confirm the address and he just keeps needing more and more info until he is asking me to "confirm" something or other and I start to feel like this isn't my turf anymore so I tell him I'm just the receptionist and I can't "confirm" anything. So I pass him along and the IT guy figures out its a scam. So, it's a bit of a mess and I look and feel stupid. But I learned a valuable lesson I suppose. After a while they called again, someone new, with the same stupid line and I just said "no thank you." and they hung up. didn't say anything just hung up like I had just ruined their little game. I thought that was pretty rude. They just called again today (someone else- who DID sound like a telemarketer) and I said "no." and she hung up too. It makes me think that is what they're told to do- just hang up! Assholes. It just really pisses me off that they are trying to trick people into ordering something.
Ok, moving right along. I won't spend much time on this topic, but there is a girl on facebook that I- ooh, man, I just.. well, I'll just say I think she is an effing crazy bitch and a waste of space. Here's the short story. There's a person that I am "friends" with on fb that I don't think I actually know- i think he adds a lot of people that he doesn't know, not sure why.. But anyway, I guess he added this girl (who i also don't know) and she didn't like that so she made a group that said "I don't know ---- but he added me" ok, weirdo, just deny him and move on with your life. But she didn't; she made another group- "I don't know ---- but he added me twice" She made more and more groups- "I don't know ---- but he added me 5 times", "I'm gonna kick ---- in the balls", "---- got me kicked off facebook but I got back on", "---- can suck a big dick" and they got worse and worse and over the last couple months I swear she's made at least 30 or 40 groups. At one point I sent a not so nice but really not that mean (didn't say what i wanted to say) email saying keep me out of this- stop sending me group invites [you crazy whore]. I've even reported and blocked her and- no good. I still get all her psycho invites. I don't really know what to do but I want to punch her in her stupid i-need-a-hobby face. Too bad I have NO CLUE who she is! how am i even involved in this mess??
anyway, so theres that... but don't worry, there's more. Next up is the stupid chef from The Palm. Listen buddy, I'm vegan, it doesn't mean I don't have taste buds! Seriously, I just cannot believe that a chef would send this out of the kitchen:
On top of the fact that it looks like I just raided the produce section and am about ready to check out (or just moved the lawn), how about some spices or something? hell, salt! Damn. I hate to complain because my sweet friend took me out to eat and its a really upscale place and it was really nice of him to take me there and call ahead to make sure they would have something that I could eat. But honestly, I was kind of insulted. My friend is a vegetarian and they made him a nice pasta dish (which I'm pretty sure was vegan minus the parmesan cheese). For those of you who don't know, its very common for a vegan or vegetarian to ask the chef to put something together for them. I've done it plenty of times and been served something delicious. I'm not a chef but I can tell you if I was I would NEVER send something out of my kithcen that looked like that. Funny thing is, I went out for mexican the night before and got veggie fajitas and asked them to cook them in oil instead of butter and it was freaking delicious. and vegan. peppers, mushrooms, onions, rice, guac- mmmm. It was 7 dollars.
Ok, I'll stop. There are some happy things I could talk about too.. Like my new internship is going well and my boss has decided that she would like me to focus on the art side of the whole thing. More on this later. But I've already titled this post Hump Day Rants and so I'll have to save positive thinking for later.
Monday, June 15, 2009
TFLN
I've been on textsfromlastnight.com for the last hour. Here are some highlights:
(403): just walked by a lingerie store, the sign out front, "Specials for Father's Day", in no way is that just not wrong.
(215): I think I tried picking up these girls last night by asking them what their favorite color was...I obviously woke up alone
(919): I haven't worn deodorant in like three days and have been laying around in my underwear listening to music and drinking. I think i've made my own Bonnaroo in my apartment.
(970): I just remembered that last night when we tried to walk off the spins you said "pretend i'm your pet dinosaur" so i walked you around on an invisible leash while you made t-rex hissing noises.
(403): If she catches me sniffing the seat of her office chair again, she's either going to fire me or fuck me
(403): just walked by a lingerie store, the sign out front, "Specials for Father's Day", in no way is that just not wrong.
(215): I think I tried picking up these girls last night by asking them what their favorite color was...I obviously woke up alone
(919): I haven't worn deodorant in like three days and have been laying around in my underwear listening to music and drinking. I think i've made my own Bonnaroo in my apartment.
(970): I just remembered that last night when we tried to walk off the spins you said "pretend i'm your pet dinosaur" so i walked you around on an invisible leash while you made t-rex hissing noises.
(403): If she catches me sniffing the seat of her office chair again, she's either going to fire me or fuck me
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Corn Carpet
I started my internship yesterday. Yay! I'm interning for 3 months (and then hopefully getting paid after that) with an interior design company called JL Design. It was a great first day. I've really missed being around interior design and I think this will be just what I need to satisfy that part of me. Yesterday was mostly me following around one of the designers and asking a ton of questions but it was still very exciting for me. I love what the company does- mostly residential, from rebuilds and remodels to one-room makeovers to model staging. It's very urban and modern- they do a lot of lofts- but the designers have very ecclectic tastes like I do. They are also very interested in green design and are working on their certification to be 'green designers'. (And my boss is a vegetarian.) Yesterday I went with one of the designers (there are only two) to pick up some samples of "corn carpet". Corn carpet! It's made out of corn! It is very environmentally friendly as well as incredibly durable and stain resistant. It's so popular right now, they are having a hard time keeping it in stock. (that corn carpet is so hot right now... zoolander? anyone?) Anyway, I am such a dork when it comes to these things that I was giddy at the carpet place when he was telling us about it. I think I was mostly just giddy because I'm so happy to be doing this again. Working yesterday made me realize how much this stupid, boring desk job (i.e. being on facebook all day) is rotting my brain. I can't even tell you how much I am looking forward to running around and deadlines and pressure and creativity and net-working and making calls and working hard. Plus, we work out of a really nice condo downtown and I'm gonna get a keycard to it which means I can use the pool and the gym! And my boss may give me a blackberry. Yeah... I'm pretty excited.
Monday, June 8, 2009
The Cat Days of Summer
Well good Monday morning to you people. I hope your weekend was as great as mine. I'm sorry to say though that I'm fairly positive it wasn't- because mine was pretty untouchable. It's ok though, don't feel bad, i just got lucky.. I think I won the weekend lottery. It could happen to you someday! If you keep yourself open.. Weekend jackpot, however, means shitty Monday. So you can at least be happy if you are wide awake without bruises, sunburned skin and yawns that make it difficult to function normally. No such luck for me. But I'll take it; it's a small price to pay. Here's the story- I'll start with Friday morning...
I wake up at 8 to be at an interview at 10:15. My normal get-ready time is about 15 minutes but once I open my eyes this morning, my mind begins racing and I struggle to keep my nerves at bay. I need to get dressed, eat, and put together my portfolio. I arrive at the Icon building just in time and meet with the girls from JL Design. Barely into the interview, I am asked if I am aware that the first three months of the internship is unpaid. I try to hide my surprise, shock and horror but I'm fairly positive I'm unsuccessful.
"Are you ok with that?" She asks.
Huh? What?? No!
"Uh.. ok, yeah, yes.."
Damn it.
We proceed. I am very honest with them. They love my portfolio. After we're done, she gives me a hug and asks if I want to lay out by the pool with them. I have a good feeling about the interview.
I go transfer phone calls for four hours and I'm out at 4:59. Ha. Take that, man.
It's happy hour. It's made an even happier hour with the phone call offering me the internship. I join some co-workers at Chili's and celebrate with two-for-one wine. This is a very pleasant start to an unsuspecting weekend. I convince one of them to join me for a friend's birthday party and we're off in his car, leaving mine to camp out in the parking lot for the next 2 days. We grab some booze, a sister and our swimsuits and make our way.
We arrive at a house that is entirely too nice to be any of ours (my friend is house-sitting - don't worry she got permission to have a party). We enter the gate and I swear I hear an angelic "ahhhh" as I gaze upon the glittery pool and its amenities. We crank the music and begin to fill the hot tub with bodies, Sesame Street Count style- 5 pretty party people, 6 pretty party people, 7...8... 15! 15 pretty party people! ah ah ah... And thus begins the debauchery. You can imagine how the evening played out.. Not too many different outcomes for the hot tub + half naked people + booze equation. It was indeed a magical mess. At who knows what hour, when we're all pruney and drunk, we slowly disperse in search of beds, sofas, corners and crevices to claim.
9am. Good morning! Though I'm sure I've only had a few hours of sleep, the thought of the sun beating down on those lonely pool chairs is one I can't bear. Armed with a redhead-sized bottle of SPF 30, I make my way out to keep one company. One by one, I see sleepyheads squinting in the sun as they emerge. We spend the rest of the day like cats- napping in the sun, eating, playing, eating and napping some more.
In the evening, we take the baby blue convertible VW bug (she's car-sitting too) out to Arrington Vineyards and continue our cat-like behavior on a blanket on a hill looking out over the beautiful Tennessee country-side and listening to jazz. This makes the 2 hour wait for the wine tasting bearable, if not preferable. Now, when it comes to wine, I love the good stuff, but I settle for the cheap stuff. So, I'm swirling and I'm smelling and I'm tasting and it's all very lovely and they pour my last choice- a raspberry wine.
"Take a sip," he says, "then wait a minute and I'll give you a chocolate truffle to taste with it." I take a sip; I bite the truffle; I take another sip. Oh. My. Goodness. Are. You. Serious. Am I blushing? This actually feels inappropriate to be doing in public. Wow. I think I need a cigarette...
We're back on the blanket and the heat is finally being replaced by the kind of soothing breeze that only a clear summer night can produce. Our sun-burned skin is thankful as we watch the culprit sink behind trees and the blue sky darken.
When it reaches navy, we haul ourselves back the world of concrete and neon for, you guessed it, more drinking. We fill ourselves with too much beer and unidentifiable fried things before making it back to our weekend home we've named "the commune".
Into the hot tub we fall once again. Even less clothed than the night before, we channel middle school days and MTV Real World for a game of truth or--
CENSORED
--white light coming through the blinds. I feel like I've been sleeping in a cloud and I never want to move. I check my phone. It's broken. I close my eyes.
I hear laughing, dogs barking, techno music. I remember where I am and stretch my legs in my cloud. I blink my eyes open and see the beautiful smiling faces of friends. I check my phone. It's broken.
"What time is it?" Oh my, I sound like a man..
"11:30! get your ass up!" You don't have to tell me twice! I spring from my cloud, rub my eyes and throw my swimsuit on. The hardwood of the deck is warm on my bare feet as I venture outside to a scene that is becoming remarkably familiar. I yawn and smile at my friends. It's day two of eating, napping, swimming, sunning, grilling, singing, dancing, loving... oh heavenly day. Today, we grill. Publix, here we come. I grab the first shirt, shorts and shoes I can find and jump into the bug without opening the door (as far as I'm concerned that's the only way to get into a convertible).
I'm squeezing a delicious-looking mango in the produce section when I become painfully aware of the ridiculousness of my attire- a wife beater, my high school gym shorts- with my bathing suit strings sticking out of the top, and black shiny high tops. This is all complete with a hastily pulled up ballerina bun directly on top of my head. I catch a stare from a cardigan-clad soccer mom and smile.
We get back to the commune with 5 bags of deliciousness and fire up the grill, though we could probably just set everything in the sun for a bit it's so hot. We make kabobs with peppers and pineapple and mushrooms and zucchini (and several varieties of dead animals for the meat-eaters) We dip blue tortilla chips in salsa and hummus. There is macaroni salad and some kind of really awesome banana bread and watermelon and pie.. mm mm mm.. it's an exquisite spread. Soon we are full to the brim and leave the flies to the tiny leftover bits as we drape ourselves over the lawn furniture and drift into food comas. We are in and out of cat naps as the end is drawing near.
Eventually, the dreaded is here. It is inevitable. I pack up my stuff and wave goodbye to the commune.
I'm still groggy when I get back to my real home. My short evening plays out like this- I do a little cleaning, a little mental-sorting, throw a movie on and am asleep by 10. I dream of flying on the backs of butterflies. Not really. That was the only made up part of this story. The rest was real. Real and really glorious.
Glorious, glorious weekend.
I wake up at 8 to be at an interview at 10:15. My normal get-ready time is about 15 minutes but once I open my eyes this morning, my mind begins racing and I struggle to keep my nerves at bay. I need to get dressed, eat, and put together my portfolio. I arrive at the Icon building just in time and meet with the girls from JL Design. Barely into the interview, I am asked if I am aware that the first three months of the internship is unpaid. I try to hide my surprise, shock and horror but I'm fairly positive I'm unsuccessful.
"Are you ok with that?" She asks.
Huh? What?? No!
"Uh.. ok, yeah, yes.."
Damn it.
We proceed. I am very honest with them. They love my portfolio. After we're done, she gives me a hug and asks if I want to lay out by the pool with them. I have a good feeling about the interview.
I go transfer phone calls for four hours and I'm out at 4:59. Ha. Take that, man.
It's happy hour. It's made an even happier hour with the phone call offering me the internship. I join some co-workers at Chili's and celebrate with two-for-one wine. This is a very pleasant start to an unsuspecting weekend. I convince one of them to join me for a friend's birthday party and we're off in his car, leaving mine to camp out in the parking lot for the next 2 days. We grab some booze, a sister and our swimsuits and make our way.
We arrive at a house that is entirely too nice to be any of ours (my friend is house-sitting - don't worry she got permission to have a party). We enter the gate and I swear I hear an angelic "ahhhh" as I gaze upon the glittery pool and its amenities. We crank the music and begin to fill the hot tub with bodies, Sesame Street Count style- 5 pretty party people, 6 pretty party people, 7...8... 15! 15 pretty party people! ah ah ah... And thus begins the debauchery. You can imagine how the evening played out.. Not too many different outcomes for the hot tub + half naked people + booze equation. It was indeed a magical mess. At who knows what hour, when we're all pruney and drunk, we slowly disperse in search of beds, sofas, corners and crevices to claim.
9am. Good morning! Though I'm sure I've only had a few hours of sleep, the thought of the sun beating down on those lonely pool chairs is one I can't bear. Armed with a redhead-sized bottle of SPF 30, I make my way out to keep one company. One by one, I see sleepyheads squinting in the sun as they emerge. We spend the rest of the day like cats- napping in the sun, eating, playing, eating and napping some more.
In the evening, we take the baby blue convertible VW bug (she's car-sitting too) out to Arrington Vineyards and continue our cat-like behavior on a blanket on a hill looking out over the beautiful Tennessee country-side and listening to jazz. This makes the 2 hour wait for the wine tasting bearable, if not preferable. Now, when it comes to wine, I love the good stuff, but I settle for the cheap stuff. So, I'm swirling and I'm smelling and I'm tasting and it's all very lovely and they pour my last choice- a raspberry wine.
"Take a sip," he says, "then wait a minute and I'll give you a chocolate truffle to taste with it." I take a sip; I bite the truffle; I take another sip. Oh. My. Goodness. Are. You. Serious. Am I blushing? This actually feels inappropriate to be doing in public. Wow. I think I need a cigarette...
We're back on the blanket and the heat is finally being replaced by the kind of soothing breeze that only a clear summer night can produce. Our sun-burned skin is thankful as we watch the culprit sink behind trees and the blue sky darken.
When it reaches navy, we haul ourselves back the world of concrete and neon for, you guessed it, more drinking. We fill ourselves with too much beer and unidentifiable fried things before making it back to our weekend home we've named "the commune".
Into the hot tub we fall once again. Even less clothed than the night before, we channel middle school days and MTV Real World for a game of truth or--
CENSORED
--white light coming through the blinds. I feel like I've been sleeping in a cloud and I never want to move. I check my phone. It's broken. I close my eyes.
I hear laughing, dogs barking, techno music. I remember where I am and stretch my legs in my cloud. I blink my eyes open and see the beautiful smiling faces of friends. I check my phone. It's broken.
"What time is it?" Oh my, I sound like a man..
"11:30! get your ass up!" You don't have to tell me twice! I spring from my cloud, rub my eyes and throw my swimsuit on. The hardwood of the deck is warm on my bare feet as I venture outside to a scene that is becoming remarkably familiar. I yawn and smile at my friends. It's day two of eating, napping, swimming, sunning, grilling, singing, dancing, loving... oh heavenly day. Today, we grill. Publix, here we come. I grab the first shirt, shorts and shoes I can find and jump into the bug without opening the door (as far as I'm concerned that's the only way to get into a convertible).
I'm squeezing a delicious-looking mango in the produce section when I become painfully aware of the ridiculousness of my attire- a wife beater, my high school gym shorts- with my bathing suit strings sticking out of the top, and black shiny high tops. This is all complete with a hastily pulled up ballerina bun directly on top of my head. I catch a stare from a cardigan-clad soccer mom and smile.
We get back to the commune with 5 bags of deliciousness and fire up the grill, though we could probably just set everything in the sun for a bit it's so hot. We make kabobs with peppers and pineapple and mushrooms and zucchini (and several varieties of dead animals for the meat-eaters) We dip blue tortilla chips in salsa and hummus. There is macaroni salad and some kind of really awesome banana bread and watermelon and pie.. mm mm mm.. it's an exquisite spread. Soon we are full to the brim and leave the flies to the tiny leftover bits as we drape ourselves over the lawn furniture and drift into food comas. We are in and out of cat naps as the end is drawing near.
Eventually, the dreaded is here. It is inevitable. I pack up my stuff and wave goodbye to the commune.
I'm still groggy when I get back to my real home. My short evening plays out like this- I do a little cleaning, a little mental-sorting, throw a movie on and am asleep by 10. I dream of flying on the backs of butterflies. Not really. That was the only made up part of this story. The rest was real. Real and really glorious.
Glorious, glorious weekend.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
First comes love, then comes Europe
I've been a bad bad blogger... when was my last post? like 2 weeks ago? my oh my... It's been one of those moments where there is too much going on to focus in on any one thing with any amount of coherency. I'll attempt to give a little update.
We'll start with the good. I have been pushing really hard again to get some things going. First of all, I need to be making more money- I haven't even paid my rent for this month yet. So I've been whoring my skills and abilities on Craigslist as usual and have gotten some bites this time. I have spoken with a couple people about doing some singing for them, which is great- session work would be a beautiful gift to me right now. I met with a guy about watching his little 3-year-old and I think I'll probably start that in about a week. I've been painting and I think I'm almost ready to put my stuff up somewhere so I've been talking with couple people about that. I also have an interview with an interior design company that I am incredibly excited (and nervous) about. I also plan on taking my resume to all the interior design companies in Nashville along with a letter I wrote if this one doesn't work out. And lastly, my friend asked me to join his cover band which I think would be really fun. You see, so many things are on the verge.. It's a little overwhelming but I've learned that you have to cast a wide net so I'm sure that once everything plays out, some things will work and others will fall through and hopefully I'll be left with a nice amount of goings-on. These are my efforts to get a little more income flowing without comprimising the track that I'm on- that is the pursuit of creative, inspiring things. What I don't want to have happen is that I end up working fulltime on things that are not moving me forward- i.e. receptionist-ing and babysitting for 40 hours a week. I really feel like I'm making progress right now and thats too much time lost.
The bad things that have been occupying my time are some health issues.. I don't really wanna talk about it too much but I'll just say that my body seems to be freaking out on me and I have no idea why. Started the whole thing off with a UTI and its been one random ailment after another.. now I have 2 big canker sores on the inside of my lip and I swear my lip is swelling because of them. This morning I felt like I was gonna throw up.. that coulda been cause I didn't eat breakfast.. I don't know.. I guess the canker sores could be stress? Anyway, its not been fun, trying to figure out what the hell is going on.
So, back to life-y stuff, I have had 2 conversations recently- with Aaron and with my mom- about my ultimate goal and my idea of "success" and I been really doing some reevaluating. Also, in my discussion with my mom I kindof nailed down the 4 things that I am interested in pursuing in my life, they are, in a somewhat particular order: Music (as an artist-writing, playing, singing, performing), Visual Art, Interior Design, and Fashion. And of course, I didn't know where to stick this on the list because I'd like it to be incorporated into everything, but I'd like to serve people. I want my music and art to help people in some way and I also want to use my success to further causes that I believe in.
So, I've been thinking about long-term and short-term goals and here are some ideas- first of all, here is a picture of what I'd like my life to look like right now: Working 25 hours a week as an assistant to an interior designer, selling my paintings at galleries and coffee shops, doing vocal work here and there- sessions and bgv stuff, playing with the cover band (which is good money and practice!), playing shows with Trudy Chase and making clothes as the last priority but just to keep it going then maybe by next year I'd have enough to have a line in Naked Without Us. So that would last for the next year and would build up to next summer when Meredith and I leave for our Europe tour. :) I mean, it sounds like a damn good plan to me.. Then we tour Europe with Trudy Chase for the summer and well, from there, I guess we become international superstars what else? :)
We'll start with the good. I have been pushing really hard again to get some things going. First of all, I need to be making more money- I haven't even paid my rent for this month yet. So I've been whoring my skills and abilities on Craigslist as usual and have gotten some bites this time. I have spoken with a couple people about doing some singing for them, which is great- session work would be a beautiful gift to me right now. I met with a guy about watching his little 3-year-old and I think I'll probably start that in about a week. I've been painting and I think I'm almost ready to put my stuff up somewhere so I've been talking with couple people about that. I also have an interview with an interior design company that I am incredibly excited (and nervous) about. I also plan on taking my resume to all the interior design companies in Nashville along with a letter I wrote if this one doesn't work out. And lastly, my friend asked me to join his cover band which I think would be really fun. You see, so many things are on the verge.. It's a little overwhelming but I've learned that you have to cast a wide net so I'm sure that once everything plays out, some things will work and others will fall through and hopefully I'll be left with a nice amount of goings-on. These are my efforts to get a little more income flowing without comprimising the track that I'm on- that is the pursuit of creative, inspiring things. What I don't want to have happen is that I end up working fulltime on things that are not moving me forward- i.e. receptionist-ing and babysitting for 40 hours a week. I really feel like I'm making progress right now and thats too much time lost.
The bad things that have been occupying my time are some health issues.. I don't really wanna talk about it too much but I'll just say that my body seems to be freaking out on me and I have no idea why. Started the whole thing off with a UTI and its been one random ailment after another.. now I have 2 big canker sores on the inside of my lip and I swear my lip is swelling because of them. This morning I felt like I was gonna throw up.. that coulda been cause I didn't eat breakfast.. I don't know.. I guess the canker sores could be stress? Anyway, its not been fun, trying to figure out what the hell is going on.
So, back to life-y stuff, I have had 2 conversations recently- with Aaron and with my mom- about my ultimate goal and my idea of "success" and I been really doing some reevaluating. Also, in my discussion with my mom I kindof nailed down the 4 things that I am interested in pursuing in my life, they are, in a somewhat particular order: Music (as an artist-writing, playing, singing, performing), Visual Art, Interior Design, and Fashion. And of course, I didn't know where to stick this on the list because I'd like it to be incorporated into everything, but I'd like to serve people. I want my music and art to help people in some way and I also want to use my success to further causes that I believe in.
So, I've been thinking about long-term and short-term goals and here are some ideas- first of all, here is a picture of what I'd like my life to look like right now: Working 25 hours a week as an assistant to an interior designer, selling my paintings at galleries and coffee shops, doing vocal work here and there- sessions and bgv stuff, playing with the cover band (which is good money and practice!), playing shows with Trudy Chase and making clothes as the last priority but just to keep it going then maybe by next year I'd have enough to have a line in Naked Without Us. So that would last for the next year and would build up to next summer when Meredith and I leave for our Europe tour. :) I mean, it sounds like a damn good plan to me.. Then we tour Europe with Trudy Chase for the summer and well, from there, I guess we become international superstars what else? :)
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Milestones
Time likes to remind us every now and then that it's passing. Graduations, birthdays, weddings.. Time is carrying you onward or passing you by; your friend or your enemy. Maybe a little of both. Both, because you can't be in two places at once. Both, because you need it for yourself but taking it is leaving someone else. Someone you absentmindedly imagine to be outside of the reality of time's grip but you find yourself the one outside of reality in expecting something to hold against its movement. Our world has laws. Time, space, gravity.. Today I am reminded of my submission to these laws despite my delusions. All this rambling is to say, when you miss something, you miss it. And I missed it. Regardless of the future, I'm forever absent from this part of your past.
Friday, May 15, 2009
Dear Friday,
Friday, oh Friday. Such a nice day.. But your mornings are so torturous. My heart and mind are already in the glorious weekend but there are still many hours of phone-answering between it and me. After a long week, waking up to you, Friday, feels like an arrival. But I won't be fooled. It's a devastating mentality and I am wise to it. I know where I am. It may be the end of the work week but any one of these hours taken out of the context of TGIF could be a miserable monday morning for the way it feels. Perhaps if I imagine that it's so, I could save myself the heartache that comes with believing in you, Friday. Yes, your evenings are a marvel but don't we have Saturday morning to thank for that if we're really being honest? Think about it: I could go to bed before midnight on any given day of the week and be fine for work the next day but on Friday I can stay out. Why? Well, it's the past midnight hours that really make you the exception, right? And when it passes midnight, why, it's Saturday! So screw you, Friday. You're here but I'm still sitting at my desk trying to entertain myself with mindless rambling in my blog and tonight you won't even become interesting until you are almost over. So, thanks for the 3 hours this evening in which you won't suck but you're gonna have to do better than that. I'll take Saturday over you any day.
Sincerely.
Sincerely.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
One more pic..
My computer is happy today so it's allowing me to post another pic of my living room for you.. Here tis! (I love this part of the room!)
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
The Finishing Stages (of what will never be finished)
The floor was shining white and I was ready to put my furniture back and bask in the sparkle. First up- the entry table, since it was awkwardly residing in the middle of the bathroom. I went to move it the short distance form bathroom to hall aaannnd... scratch. damn damn damn. My basking would have to be postponed since, obviously, some sort of sealing was in order here. After a moment on Ask.com I learned that I needed a water-based polyurethane floor sealer. Lowe's here I come (again). As familiar as I am getting with the store, I quickly found what I needed, scanned the label and- wait, what is this? "For painted wood, clean and sand away gloss". I'm sorry, wha?? I just painted with glossy paint! My sister and I looked at each other. I read the label one more time, shouted a few profanities a bit too loudly for public, and jerked the can off the shelf. When we arrived home, Meredith and I knelt in a corner with sandpaper in hand, making toddler whiny faces at each other and I said, "Let's just not.." After a moment she said, "Yeah, you know what? I doesn't really need to be sealed.." And that was all the convincing I needed. So we just said screw it. If the paint starts chipping later, we'll deal with it then. So then we got straight to the fun part! Of course, its not done, there are several things missing but it feels like a living room finally! So without further adu....
Tada!
I'll put a couple more pictures up later but right now my internet is being a little bitch.
Anyway, the next orders of business are: getting another set of twin mattresses to make the L sofa (which will change the layout completely!), getting a little cart for the TV, something for the kitchen for more counter space/storage since the table is coming out (I just found a butcher block top island on craigslist but am waiting to hear back!), a bookshelf, and then hanging all the art. And of course getting the bedroom into functioning condition.. sooo, a lot to do.
Tada!
I'll put a couple more pictures up later but right now my internet is being a little bitch.
Anyway, the next orders of business are: getting another set of twin mattresses to make the L sofa (which will change the layout completely!), getting a little cart for the TV, something for the kitchen for more counter space/storage since the table is coming out (I just found a butcher block top island on craigslist but am waiting to hear back!), a bookshelf, and then hanging all the art. And of course getting the bedroom into functioning condition.. sooo, a lot to do.
Monday, May 11, 2009
Let there be light..
Good morning ladies and gentlemen. I hope you had a lovely weekend and that your mothers enjoyed their days yesterday. I think my mom did. Well, the second half at least. I got over to her house at around 4 and she was in a bit of a funk. She said that Mother's Day is usually pretty disappointing (wow I'm a terrible daughter)and then she started crying. Happy Mother's Day. Actually, we just got onto a subject that she got a little emotional about. But then we made chocolate-covered strawberries and went for a walk. Then my brother and sister came and we had dinner- taco salad with Katie's famous "Rock-amole"- and presents and such. I think she liked that part. Overall, not too shabby I hope. She is actually going through a bit of a hard time right now so I hope we did something to lighten things up, if only for a day.
In other news- very exciting news that is- I am pleased to announce that I have a progress report on the apartment! So this weekend... well, how about I just explain it in a thousand words?
On your mark..
Get set..
Tada!!
Then we had a little private concert by a member of the band Love and Theft. It was pretty spectacular.
So, now we are waiting on the maintenance guy to come lay the quarter round trim. I don't think he's gonna get to it all that soon, however, so I think I'm going to set up the living room without it and then just have to move everything again when he comes..
This evening I am picking up 2 very exciting Craig's List finds- This ikea jute 6X8rug for $50
and this ikea table for $25
Here's a bit more detail on the plan for our apartment. I didn't have a sofa when we first moved in so I had this idea- partly as a solution to my sister and I sharing a one bedroom and partly cause I thought it was a unique idea- to make a "sofa" out of twin mattresses (so I could sleep in the living room but it would still look like a living room). It was an idea I got out of an issue of my beloved Domino Magazine (RIP). In the magazine it was a sort of play room and a much larger space than what we have, and they had used 3 sets of twin mattresses (we are going to just use 2) to form an L shaped sofa. So when we moved in I set my twin mattress and box on the floor and made a box around it with wood that I painted white (see?). I used large pillows to form a "back" of the sofa. I never bought the second set of mattresses, though, because I kept changing my mind about what I wanted to do. Some days I wanted to just get a regular sofa, and then I had this idea to make a back to just the one with shelves... BUT now I am sure and I am going to follow through. Its back to the original idea. It will be in the corner of the room that has no windows and it will be a little cove of fluffy white pillows and yumminess. I will paint the box around the bottom the same color as the floor so it will almost seem trimmed out. I think it will have a really cool lofty feel. The TV will be right at the end of one of the sofas on a rolling cart (its a very small flat TV). Then across the room, right under the windows will be the new table and 2 chairs. The chairs are very rustic so I think it will be a cool contrast with the stark mod table. Where the rest of the stuff is going is a little up in the air but there will probly be a small desk and a shelf somewhere. The feel will be open and bright and comfy and airy. A lot of white with fun pops of color.
Here are a few pictures that inspire me.
Ok, well thats all the update I have on Project 208 for right now. I will put up pics soon of the new stuff I'm getting tonight!
In other news- very exciting news that is- I am pleased to announce that I have a progress report on the apartment! So this weekend... well, how about I just explain it in a thousand words?
On your mark..
Get set..
Tada!!
Then we had a little private concert by a member of the band Love and Theft. It was pretty spectacular.
So, now we are waiting on the maintenance guy to come lay the quarter round trim. I don't think he's gonna get to it all that soon, however, so I think I'm going to set up the living room without it and then just have to move everything again when he comes..
This evening I am picking up 2 very exciting Craig's List finds- This ikea jute 6X8rug for $50
and this ikea table for $25
Here's a bit more detail on the plan for our apartment. I didn't have a sofa when we first moved in so I had this idea- partly as a solution to my sister and I sharing a one bedroom and partly cause I thought it was a unique idea- to make a "sofa" out of twin mattresses (so I could sleep in the living room but it would still look like a living room). It was an idea I got out of an issue of my beloved Domino Magazine (RIP). In the magazine it was a sort of play room and a much larger space than what we have, and they had used 3 sets of twin mattresses (we are going to just use 2) to form an L shaped sofa. So when we moved in I set my twin mattress and box on the floor and made a box around it with wood that I painted white (see?). I used large pillows to form a "back" of the sofa. I never bought the second set of mattresses, though, because I kept changing my mind about what I wanted to do. Some days I wanted to just get a regular sofa, and then I had this idea to make a back to just the one with shelves... BUT now I am sure and I am going to follow through. Its back to the original idea. It will be in the corner of the room that has no windows and it will be a little cove of fluffy white pillows and yumminess. I will paint the box around the bottom the same color as the floor so it will almost seem trimmed out. I think it will have a really cool lofty feel. The TV will be right at the end of one of the sofas on a rolling cart (its a very small flat TV). Then across the room, right under the windows will be the new table and 2 chairs. The chairs are very rustic so I think it will be a cool contrast with the stark mod table. Where the rest of the stuff is going is a little up in the air but there will probly be a small desk and a shelf somewhere. The feel will be open and bright and comfy and airy. A lot of white with fun pops of color.
Here are a few pictures that inspire me.
Ok, well thats all the update I have on Project 208 for right now. I will put up pics soon of the new stuff I'm getting tonight!
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