embroidery

All summer I have been attempting to do something creative with my hands that isn't my usual fare [unlike most of my artist peers, I am obsessed with art and the idea of making art but during the summertime I never seem to actually make much - just theorize about it] and the ideas of either knitting or embroidery has come up multiple times. I will admit, I love sewing. I love it mostly because it is something to do with my hands to keep them busy.

My goal for embroidery is to be like Joetta Maue's absolutely lovely work [which has been my craving all summer]. These are some of my favourites:

I guess practice will make perfect. I just need some fabric. However, I am currently attempting to turn this pant jumpsuit of my mum's into a dress for me. Mum actually looks astonished when I modeled it for her after connecting the legs.
Oh, ye faithless.

happiness at midnight.

Sometimes there is nothing that makes me happier than classic 1950's/1960s rock n' roll. There are many arguments that while it is the base of today's rock and roll, it is so primitive and so simple that it cannot compare to anything cranked out today. But that's what makes it so charming and delightful. It makes me wonderfully happy.

Lately I have been experimenting with newly listened to The Animals and The Yardbirds, plus exploring more about The Monkees, The Turtles, Crispian St. Peters and one of my favourites: Paul Revere and the Raiders.

I am so in love with this music.

Alanis, you got it right.

To be blunt, when it's that time of the month I am a bitch. I get cranky and frustrated, crampy, bloaty, migrainey and I start stressing out different emotions that aren't really even there - or if they are, I intensify them by about a 1000 - and usually end up lashing out at the person who tries to help me through it the most. And once I'm done being outright angry, I start to simmer that anger sauce into a sad anger reduction and then all I want to do is curl up with millions of blankets and either listen to Joni Mitchell or watch sappy old movies all day.

It's really, very tiring.


I should have told him something was wrong when he asked. I just figured he'd be better off not knowing about all my emotional craziness of the day.

this song makes me want to do theatre:

Movies other than Cabaret that I need to watch soon include: Funnyface, Meet Me in St. Louis, and Fiddler on the Roof.

SART

This morning due to scheduling difficulties, I had to drop my semi-beloved drawing II class in the fall for extended practices III [a course I had wanted to do anyways but it was in the same time period of drawing II] because after mum pointed out that I needed a certain amount of 4th year studio classes, drawing II did not make the cut anymore. Sigh.

On a funnier note, Saturday night was my dear friend Jon's birthday and was spent in a small pub listening to some amazingly great music - except I can't remember the band's name, it was either The Fuzz or The Chasers; one guy in the band was wearing a shirt with one name and another was wearing a shirt with the other name - and since Kyleman was dd I allowed myself to get a wee bit....drunk. I must give props to Kyleman considering I always get a wee bit peeved at him whenever he gets drunk enough to vomit, but he kept his mouth pretty much closed and even carried me up his front steps. This is one of the many reasons why I love him so ridiculously much.


On a present day note, today I'm going up to a lake resort with my father's girlfriend and her three daughter's to hang around the pool [the lake really isn't that great for swimming, just fishing] and hopefully get a tan that won't turn into a burn and to finally show off my new tattoo without telling people to "look at my new tattoo!"

Yeah, it got tiring even for me.

how lovely

I haven't seen [500] Days of Summer yet - although I would really really love too hint hint Kyleman - this video made me smile; this is especially considering I adore Zooey Deschanel as an actress AND musician, plus Joseph Gordan Levitt on 3rd Rock From the Sun when I was a kid was always my favourite.



If only cute news, Kyleman's one fat cat Turbo, who apparently adores me as much as I adore her is snuggling beside me, kneading my side and pressing her chin against my arm. So cute if only I wasn't afraid of drool.

dictionary

Certain songs remind me of different things/have different connotations for me.

Gravel by Ani DiFranco makes me think of my first year Women's Studies class when I had to walk across a frost-bitten campus to get there at 8 in the morning - because my mp3 player at the time arranged the songs alphabetically by artist, this was always the second song played.

Do You Love Me (Now That I Can Dance)? by the Coasters makes me think of this warm summer night walking home from a great party [slightly tipsy no less], singing and be bopping around to it while two good friends walked behind me like parents.

Michael Jackson, especially our song, The Way You Make Me Feel, makes me think of Kyle since MJ is one of the only artists we agreed to love.

Under Pressure by David Bowie and Queen reminds me to calm down and be happy.

Red Red Wine by Bob Marley reminds of a cozy, candlelit late night with Kyle in our pajamas.

Joni Mitchell is my mope and lovely music all at the same time [I still adore her though].

The Beatles in general make me incredibly happy.

I like cooking to Beirut, Alphabeat or sometimes Regina Spektor.

Skinny Love by Bon Iver reminds me of an old boyfriend even though he told me not to ruin the song with the thought of him. Bloodmeat by Protest the Hero he was fine with though.

Most musical soundtracks like the ones from Thoroughly Modern Millie, Chicago, My Fair Lady, Victor/Victoria and a lot of crooner/jazz music makes me want to bust out some broadway moves and serenade my Dodie.

Sea of Love by Cat Powers reminds of this one night walking back from the gym to my res room and it was snowing.

Wonderwall by Tom Petty reminds me of walking down a main street with a bunch of friends after bowling and my friend Jess and I belting out the chorus to it [even though I had never heard it until then].

System of a Down makes me think of all the high school parties my friends and I had in Meggie's basement.

and Led Zeppelin is the perfect painting music.

This Just In!

One of my daily rituals when at work is to read Perez Hilton [a habit I actually picked up from my workplace amd the ladies who work here] and saw this doll being posted. Apparently this guy in Spain designed this breast-feeding simulating doll which will cry out when it's "hungry" and only stop once you put on this nippled halter top and let it make sucking noises while pressed up against it.

This doll is aimed to make breast-feeding seem the "norm" to young girls, however other people think this will just speed up maternal maturity and create a lot more teenage mothers.

What's your opinion?

I haven't listened to your voice in a very long time.

I haven't been able to wear my contact lenses in a while, a long while, the longest while in a while, because everytime I've worn them since I ordered new ones have made my eyes quite red and depending on the day itchy, or make it seem like there's a cataract in my left eye. Quite annoying. I thought things had been going quite well with them this evening, Kyleman even commented on my wearing them and how cute I was, until I took them out and my left eye started redding up. Very annoying.

Anyways, have become completely addicted to the Sims again, which I have been told by a friend is the most useless game in the world which is true but also makes me wonder...has he ever played it himself? [Speaking of this friend, I'm going to take a minute to pimp out his radio show which I listening to right now: go to cfru.ca, stream 2, and listen to Andrew T and the Dynamo Elite which plays pretty rad music every Tuesday night 10-12pm EST. Check out his facebook fan page if you don't believe me.] However, the Sims is totally addicting if you've ever been the "I-Want-To-Be-God" type. Which I sort of am. But not really. I think it's more because I am, by nature, an art kid and have been told on multiple occasions by a prof. who fulfills the stereotype completely that artists have addictive personalities.

True story. She told us on atleast 8 different occasions [and showed pictures!] this one project done by a student who owned only one dvd: Doctor Strangelove and took every single scene in the movie and recreated them with inanimate objects around his house. If you've never seen Doctor Strangelove, go rent it, download it, do SOMETHING to get it and watch it while paying attention to every time the camera changes angles, because everytime it does, this kid made a new set.

If that isn't obessive, I don't know what is.

painters in the park

I will tell you one thing I am jealous of right now:

There are people painting in the park I work in right this very second and I can't go out and play with them. No, because I have computer work and organizational work and work, work, work in general.

Plus I don't think my boss would appreciate it much if I ran outside to be a free-spirited hippy child and got paint all over my work shirt.

In other news I am wearing new lovely, so-shiny-they-squeak, black shoes which I absolutely adore but buckle up and so make it incredibly difficult to take them off and put them back on fast enough when I have to run to get the door.

Aren't they just lovely?

On a slightly ending note, it feels like a typical Tuesday at work. Everything is quite quiet and slightly boring due to computer work. My craving to play the Sims is overwhelming and I'm sad my two days off went by too quickly. There is only 3 more weeks of work though and then a couple days before heading back to Guelph. I feel like this year might be slightly more stressful for the Kman and I since we've become so adapted to essentially being an old, married couple, that the withdrawal [atleast the withdrawal I'll have] will be terribly terrible.

If only they had a patch for that.

fabulousness

Darlings, although I have just completed the most fabulous weekend abroad in Ottawa, tonight I will only post about one thing as bed is completely and utterly calling my name: my new tattoo.

After much deliberation and scheduling with my father on appointment dates, we bonded over a tattooing session Thursday morning and came out with two wonderful tattoos, one that looked like this:
credit to: Ben at Motor City Tattoos

and utterly rocks my socks even though now it is peeling and slightly itching because of it. Love.