Sunday, September 25, 2011

Style Icon: Tina Fey



While Tina Fey is certainly no Fashionista (and I don't mean that in a bad way--I'm sure Tina herself would agree with me) she has managed to convince me of two things:

  1. It's okay to be a brunette.
  2. Men don't make passes at girls that wear glasses?  FALSE.
For yearrrssss I dyed the hell out of my hair.  I dyed it within an inch of it's life. (it was falling out in chunks the night before my senior prom.  HORROR.)



Even more recently, I still dyed my hair like crazy.  I stuck with red hair dye for the most part, though, deciding it was pretty much the color I was born to have.

But for some reason, it wasn't until watching 30 Rock that I stopped looking at my own natural brown hair color as "poopy" or "dirty looking" and actually embraced it as a legitimate hair color.

(I assumed my hair was still brown, anyway.  I had been dying it for the past ten years without stopping, so who could be sure anymore?)

It also helped that I was getting just a bit earthy-crunchy, and I knew full well that the chemicals in my hairdye were no good for me.  (Neither were the chemicals in soda, or cigarettes...)

So, I dyed my hair back to my natural color.  And then I stopped dying.  Cold turkey.

It's lighter brown than it looks in the photo, but the best part about is it, it's never been healthier.  Awesome.  And I'm not wasting tons of money on hairdye.  (Although I really, really do miss my red hair and wish I was just a natural redhead.)

Bonus tip?  Brunettes are taken more seriously in the workplace.

As far as glasses go?  Glasses to me are just...blah.  I'm not particularly fond of them on other people, and I downright hate them on me.

But even though Tina Fey doesn't "need" her glasses (she wore them only to see the cue cards on SNL, and they became her trademark) she still wears them.

And I hear a lot of people are into that "hot librarian" look.

And I guess maybe they don't look that bad...

See, the thing that pisses me off is that after 11 years of wearing contacts, my eyes have decided that they have had enough.  They get itchy and irritated after only a few hours.  It sucks.

And of course I can't afford LASIK.  So instead, I wear my glasses pretty much 95% of the time.  If I know I'm meeting someone new, going to a party or an event where I want to make a good impression (or if I think I might be photographed) I will usually wear my contacts.

Oh, and during the summer when I want to wear my sunglasses.  Contacts time.

So, Tina Fey is awesome and she has brown hair and glasses.  And I'm kind of Liz Lemon, so I might as well look the part...

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Real*Love, Etsy edition, part two!

Okay, so as I mentioned before, I wrecked all my dishes. Now, at first I thought my favorite coffee mugs (Breakfast at Tiffany's, Sesame Street and Love Is...) had miraculously been spared from this disaster.

Nope.  Not the case.

So now I have been searching, on Etsy, for the "ultimate" set of mugs.  I only want two, but they should be adorable, totally "me", and oversized.  (Because who likes to drink tiny cups of anything?  Get real.)

Here are some I have found that I like but am not 100% sure about just yet...


I think these are super adorable, and I love the speckled stoneware look.  It reminds me of diner coffee cups, which I also love.  The only downside is that they're really teeny.  Better for espresso, but I had something bigger in mind...


These are also adorable, but I looked really closely at them and decided they looked too 'handmade'.  I know, it's a silly thing to be picky about when I'm shopping from a handmade website, right?  But I never said I was logical...


I am a kid at heart in that I love swings.  And I am also a worrier at heart (duh, everyone who reads my blog is saying...!) so I do need an occasional reminder to think happy thoughts.  But this for some reason seems more like the type of mug that would grace a cubicle, rather than a kitchen...


These mugs are my favorite so far--they're haiku's written by the artist, inspired by tea and jazz.  Each mug is named after a jazz or blues singer: Ella, Etta, Billie, Lena, Dinah.  I like ALL of the haiku's, so I'd have a hard time picking a favorite.  (Although my first choices were Ella and Billie...they're all kind of...well, steamy, no pun intended.)

I think I'd be most likely to purchase these mugs, but I'm a little put off that they're only 8 oz.  They look bigger!

Simple, yet accurate.  And at 11 oz, now we're talking!  But it's not exactly what I had in mind for a set of mugs.  A mug I use only when writing?  Absolutely.

I'm still searching...let me know if you find anything good!

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Real*Love, Etsy edition, part one!

I have to admit, part of the beauty of Etsy is that you find things you never knew you secretly loved.

For instance, I have certain things I search for specifically on etsy: birds, cherry blossoms, coffee, sushi, and the color mustard (or goldenrod) yellow.

I try not to frequent the site too frequently.  Mostly, because I fall in love with items quickly and because I don't "need" these things, I can't justify the purchases--which kills me, because some of the things are just beautiful.  And frankly, I WANT THEM.

And without further ado, I bring you things I have been lusting over.  (This will be a two-parter, so stay tuned!)

I don't personally wear a lot of screenprinted t-shirts (or t-shirts in general, really), but as a writer and typewriter lover, I'm a big fan of this one.  And the shop, LuckyLucyStyle, has a lot of cute screen printed things.

Screen printed scarves?  Yeah, I'd wear those.  I've actually been following Pretty Raccoon's shop for a long time.  Screen printed tunic dresses are pretty awesome, too. 


And the cherry blossom obsession continues!  I love the simple elegance of this print.  I think I'll buy it eventually, or something similar.  I want to put some pretty pictures in small, mismatched frames on the wall soon.


All the fun of tattoos without the pain, or the permanence!  I love these cute tights, but they don't make them in Casper White, unfortunately.   (They do have a bunch of other styles, I recommend checking them out here.)

I just realized this is only a pillow cover, not an actual pillow, which ruined it a little for me...but, the design is so cute I'm willing to still consider it.  The only immediate issue I see?  It will be covered in cat hair in a matter of seconds.  Major Tom sheds like it's his job.


Cherry blossoms and a bird, COMBINED?  Surely, this pillow was made for me!


Okay, and so although I don't really smoke anymore (I may or may not have two packs of American Spirits in my car--for emergencies only!) I still love the imagery of it, and this photo captures it perfectly.  These are actually a set of 5 note cards, but I think I would just frame one and call it a day.

Stay tuned for my next Real*Love Etsy edition!

Saturday, September 17, 2011

A week (or so) in photos:

Okay, so really this is only from the past two days, but, still.  You know me.  I don't get out much :)


Here's the thing, folks.  I HATE summer.  I can't stand being hot and sticky.  I hate shorts, I hate the sun, I hate mosquitoes.  I'm not a fan of swimming outdoors or barbecues or really anything summer related.  (Except maybe the fact that it stays darker later, and it is acceptable to constantly be eating ice cream.)  

Yesterday was an unbelievably gorgeous day.  It felt like the first day of fall, and immediately it made me want to run out and pick apples and drink cider and play in leaf piles and wear hoodies and carve pumpkins and...well, you know the deal.  I really hope this weather lasts.  We haven't had a good fall in a while, they've all been too rainy, or the seasons have seemed to have gone straight from summer to winter.

I got in some much needed novel-writing time on the back deck of my boyfriend's house while he was at work.  It was a pretty nice spot, and I love having no laptop and hence, no distractions.


 It also made me painfully aware that I DO NOT OWN ENOUGH WARM CLOTHING.  Bleh.  I hit up the mall in search of some cheap fall sweaters.  Didn't find too much,  but got a pair of leggings from H&M.  (If you're looking for the perfect pair of leggings, give them a try.  They are sooo soft and thin without being see-through.  My favorite.)  And an orange knitted hat.  (In fall, my color pallet takes a sharp left turn from my general purple/olive green/burgundy/teal, and careens towards burnt orange, goldenrod and brown!)


Today I spent most of my day cleaning and listening to music.  The house, of course, smells amazing and appropriately fall-like.  (Although, I am beginning to wonder if Yankee Candle makes a "hay" scented candle. I drove by someone spreading hay in his field today and the smell that hit me was just so quintessentially fall!)


 I was sucked in by Revlon's marketing scheme for it's "Just Bitten" lip stain.  (I equally place blame on my friend Mary, who I just noticed the other day was wearing lipstain, and it looked so natural yet amazing.)  Anyway, the color came out this deep berry shade, way darker than what was listed on the tube, and it also was sucked in unevenly (as you can probably tell) by my dehydrated lips.  Not cool.  I'm going to hydrate for a few days and see if that makes a difference...and then back to the store it goes.  I'll try a lighter shade, but this seems like a bust.  Boo.

I needed new black flats for work.  These were screaming at me to buy them.  And since they were the same price as the plain black flats, why not?  I also found some adorable heeled booties for fall.  I stood, tormented by indecision for about a half hour while the sales girl laughed at me--before my mom texted me and told me she'd buy both pairs for me.  Be jealous, folks.  My mom is the best ever.

Happy fall from me and Major Tom!

Thursday, September 15, 2011

The world of one.

So, obviously it's impractical to own, say, one pair of socks, or underwear, or something like that.

But what about owning just one of everything else?  Granted, if you entertain a lot or have a big family this is next to impossible.  But for someone like me, it seems to be a good idea.

See, when it comes to dishes especially I can get really lazy.  I had a rule when I first moved out of my house--I'd bring ONE BOWL (...to rule them all...) and use it exclusively.  
This is the bowl in question.  It's still kinda my favorite...

But you know, there was a time when it became "practical" for me to beg my mother for a set of plates, bowls, mugs...etc.  Y'know.  And they came in handy cuz I had parties and stuff and actually cooked dinners.  But now they simply mean I leave them in the sink and they get gross.

(Side note:  If you're lazy like me, I think you should be warned:  Let's say you have a sink full of dirty dishes, some fruit flies that accompany them, and you've discovered that bleach kills fruit flies.  DO NOT stop up your sink, fill it with hot water and bleach, and leave town for three days.  It killed the fruit flies, sure.  You know what it also did?  IT KILLED MY PLATES.  I'm not sure exactly what happened, but I had to throw most of my stuff out because everything that was soaking became covered in this sticky substance that would NOT wash off no matter how much soap, bleach and water I used.  You have been warned.)

Anyway.  So the bonus of having wrecked my own dishes is that now I'm back down to my one bowl.  Maybe two spoons, a fork, 2 or 3 knives.  I am forced to wash my dishes because they have to be washed unless I want to starve.  This works for me.  I find myself wondering what else I could cut down on to simplify my life.

Clothes?  Yep.  I have a pretty standard "outfit" that I can usually be found wearing.  Leggings, boots and a dress.  Sometimes leggings, boots and shorts and a t-shirt.  Very occasionally, when I am feeling very lazy and maybe even a little gross, I'll wear jeans.  (I honestly want to buy one pair of really hot designer jeans and throw out all my others--I usually wear one pair over and over again, so they might as well be nice!)

I go through my clothes once every couple of months, with my main focus being on downsizing.  Somehow I still have tonssss of clothing.  (And not enough fall sweaters...hmm.)

I downsized all my books (except for the autographed ones, and the first edition vonnegut!) when I got my Kindle.  BUT, I have since been introduced to the beauty which is The Book Barn, and my bookshelves will never be empty again.  Yikes.

You know how they say if you don't touch it/use it/look for it/miss it in a year, then you should get rid of it?  Yeah.  If i were to follow that advice, I would have practically no belongings.  Maybe one day I'll follow it, but til then I can't spare my old photos and old writing!

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

If my job were a relationship.


AN ACT OF FICTION.

Me:  Best Buy, we need to talk.
Best Buy:  Uh oh.
Me:  This thing we've got going on here?  It just doesn't seem to be working out.  I mean, it was fun while it lasted, but, lately it's just been more trouble than it's worth.  I mean, be honest with me.  Are you happy?  Because I'm not.
Best Buy: No, I guess I'm not happy either.
Me:  Good.  You see?  I mean, lately you've been giving me all kinds of mixed messages: 'order product', 'no, you aren't allowed to order product', 'shelve The Big Bang Theory', 'no, actually, that Big Bang Theory has the wrong SKU.  Hold it in the back room'.  And when I need you--like, really, really need you--you don't even bother to return my calls.
Best Buy:  I'm sorry.  I've been experiencing increased call volume.
Me:  And even when you do call me back, you answer my questions wrong.  Or don't even answer them at all.  You just aren't listening to me anymore.
Best Buy:  You know, I know what would fix this.  We could bring in another person...
Me:  No.  Stop.  Didn't you see Chasing Amy?  Threesomes never fix anything, they only make things worse.  How am I supposed to show someone what you like when I can't even make you happy myself?
Best Buy:  But then there wouldn't be so much pressure on you.
Me:  Best Buy, you aren't listening.  I'm already getting it from every direction.  I know you talk badly about me to your friends, I've overheard it.  And you know what?  That's fine.  I understand you need to vent.  But they're making this hard for me, too.  When I put something away, they move it.  When I throw something out, they dig it out of the trash.  They're working against me, not with me.  Any new person we brought in would be doing the same thing.  It's not going to help.  I think maybe we should take a break.
Best Buy: [scoffs] A break.  Right.  No one ever really 'takes a break'.
Me:  I'm sorry.  I've tried, really.  But I can't keep doing this.
Best Buy:  You won't go.  You can't.  You need me too much.
Me: [long hesitation]  Look.  I didn't want it to be like this, but...I've been talking to some people.
Best Buy:  You've what? Who? What's his name?!
Me:  It's nothing like that.  I mean, not yet anyway.  I don't know what will happen, but I just thought you should know up front.
Best Buy: [angry silence]
Me:  Look, it's not you, it's me...oh God, I've always hated that line.  It's such a crock of shit.  It IS me, okay?  I know I deserve better than this.  I'm sorry.  It's the harsh reality of it all.  You've treated me like this for too long.
Best Buy:  It's only been two months!  Please, I can change.
Me:  It's been two months too long.  Ugh.
Best Buy:  [Silence, pleading eyes.]
Me:  This has been sufficiently awkward.  I'll sleep on the couch from now on.
Best Buy:  But...
Me:  Look, I'll be out of your way as soon as I can.  But I don't want to talk about it anymore.



(In real life, my break up conversations sound absolutely nothing like this.  They usually begin with, "Oh my God, I'm going to throw up."  I am nothing if not overly dramatic at times.  But no, seriously I really do get nauseous when people break up with me!)

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Tiffany's.

(I was trying to get some writing done, and instead this conversation between Holly and Paul came to mind.  Sidetracked.  Blog post.  This counts as writing, right?)

Holly Golightly: What do you do, anyway?
Paul Varjak: I'm a writer, I guess.
Holly Golightly: You guess? Don't you know?
Paul Varjak: OK, positive statement. Ringing affirmative. I'm a writer. 

Holly Golightly: The only writer I've ever been out with is Benny Shacklett. He's written 
an awful lot of television stuff, but quel rat. Tell me, are you a real writer? I mean, does 
anybody buy what you write or publish it or anything?
Paul Varjak:  They bought what's in that box.
Holly Golightly:  Yours?
Paul Varjak:  Mm hmm.
Holly Golightly:  All these books?
Paul Varjak:  There's just one book, 12 copies of it.
Holly Golightly:  "Nine Lives, by Paul Varjak."  They're stories.
Paul Varjak:  Mm hmm.  Nine of them.
Holly Golightly:  Tell me one.
Paul Varjak: They're not the kind of stories you can really tell.
Holly GolightlyToo dirty?
Paul VarjakYeah, I suppose they're dirty, too, but only incidentally. Mainly they're angry, sensitive, intensely felt, and that dirtiest of all dirty words - promising. Or so said The Times Book Review, October 1, 1956.

Breakfast at Tiffany's used to be one of my favorite movies, but I can't pinpoint exactly why.

My relationship with the film is strange now, however, as one of my exes for some reason used to throw the
character of Holly Golightly back in my face constantly. 

"You want your life to be just like Breakfast at Tiffany's."  He'd say, nearly 50% of the times we fought.
Which makes even less sense to me now than it did then.  Holly Golightly and Paul Varjak were both prostitutes. She was always throwing big parties and going out nights, but ultimately she was trying to marry for money and be taken care of.  None of this comes close to describing me.


If I had to be one of them, I'd probably be Paul Varjak anyway.  At least he was a writer...I guess :)  And he just kind of exists and lets things happen to him, rather than shaking things up like Holly does.  That seems a little more my speed.


I watched the movie the other day for the first time in years, and I still can't make the connection that he saw.  Out of all the chick flicks I had subjected him to, he thinks Holly Golightly was the character I wanted to be?  I mean, granted, he was off-base with much of the things he had to say about me.  But this one baffles me to this day.


The only thing I can really relate to that Holly says?


Holly Golightly:  Poor cat! Poor slob! Poor slob without a name! The way I see it I haven't got the right to give him one. We don't belong to each other. We just took up one day by the river. I don't want to own anything until I find a place where me and things go together. I'm not sure where that is but I know what it is like. It's like Tiffany's.


(And that was why I named my poor old white car Cat.)

Friday, September 2, 2011

ZOMG, I am alive.

Haven't had too much to blog about lately.  I survived a hurricane, even though I live less than 10 feet from a river.  I was lucky to not have any flooding.  People throughout the state are still without power, though.  Mine only flickered and went out for a minute or two.  Yay!

Going back to school soon, even though for a long time I thought that I wouldn't be returning.  I'm so close to finishing that I've just gotta push through!

My new job has turned out to be a bit overwhelming.  The company has us all understaffed and over worked.  Out of the eight people who were in my training class, today only three of us remain.  I'm keeping an eye out for something new (again, ugh!) in case things don't improve there.

I really just want to open a coffee shop or a vintage clothing store or something.  Or a combined coffee shop/bookstore/vintage clothing store.  That has poetry readings and karaoke nights and open mic nights...

It would be awesome, but I'm not in a good area for it AND I have no start up money.  So.  Yeah.  Plus I can't imagine opening a business in this economy is a great idea.