Easy-peasy

I found this lace shouldered tank by Behnaz Sarafpour for Target at the thrift store and it was cute but missing something and that something was a vintage doily. Literally five minutes later, I am in heaven.

I am such a sucker for vintage doilies. I have one in a picture frame on my living room wall. I am thinking of making a skirt inspired by this one out of several doilies


And, while I am on the subject, this skirt is the bomb. It was at a local shop and hand-made out of pieces of vintage lace. It was all $600. That is till the shop was closing and I stopped by on a whim and it was like $80 and a size 2. PERFECT (but still also the most expensive clothing I own, other than maybe a winter coat and one pair of boots)

Ta-Ta!

Oh, Carl!

I have a car. His name is Carl. We have been together for 103,412 miles. He's my pal. I named him Carl in anticipation of him becoming a junker. Sorry to anyone named Carl or who loves someone named Carl, but I thought it was a good deadbeat name "Dammit Carl!" and "Carl is several months behind on child support" all seemed to make sense. So for 7 years, Carl and I have been together and he has yet to turn into a deadbeat. In fact, he is still rather adorable, Carl likes dandelion seeds (and skulls if you can see the one on the dashboard).


Carl likes ants.


Carl however, has a problem with bullies. He was fine for the first 5.5 years. Now, he is just a nerd in gym class, waiting for the beatings. So about a year and a half ago, Carl got hit while parked on the street. I was dropping off a friend and still doing the "what are you doing later" convo. A guy turning into his grandfather's driveway in a HUGE pickup, almost ripped the front bumper off when he turned too sharply in his new truck. He had a friend who worked at a body shop, with a business card and everything, so I didn't call the police or report it to his or my insurance. Carl was repaired while I was in Chicago and it was all good. Also, this particular fellow had the last name Pimpkin. I laughed. Carl did great with his new front bumper until this January. I was stopped at a red light in Uptown, waiting to turn right, but had to wait until the pedestrians crossed first and was smacked from behind by a chick on a cell phone. Damn. Again, Carl was repaired and I had a brief affair with a rental car. Then, about 2 months ago, someone hit my car while it was parked on Hennepin Ave sometime between 2am and 10am. They scraped up the side a little and somehow managed to rip the plastic cover off the driver's mirror without taking the mirror itself out. Leaving Carl like this...

Now, last night I was at Salsa a la Salsa for a friend's birthday and parked my car at a meter. Sometime in the hour and a half while I was inside this happened!!!

GEEZ! and we didn't even notice at the time. Ryan was driving and went around the front to get in. I got in the passenger side so didn't see it. The two friends who sat in the back also got in on the passenger side so as not to be out in traffic and thus didn't notice. It was only when we got to Ryan's house when he noticed. Double damn. Oh well, Carl shall be repaired and our love affair will continue. But NOTICE to all bullies. Carl has had his hard knocks. Leave him alone. PLEASE?

and P.S. this is the abbreviated story of Carl's abuse. There have been SEVERAL other little accidents that are not in this tale. I'm none too fancy and neither is Carl. I don't mind some scrapes and dings and the big ones that are acquired in parking lots while I am not there are covered in touch up paint and slapped with a 89.3 The Current sticker over the really big scrape...

Anyway, later and give your cars some lovin' for me and Carl!!!

beisbol y mi amor

For those of you who don't speak Spanish, that is "baseball and my love"... and you should learn Spanish cause it is addicting but also distracting (I am constantly trying to translate my thoughts and song lyrics into Spanish, so if you are talking to me and I am staring off into space, that is what I am doing. Or sometimes thinking about The Universe in a Nutshell... or sometimes cute shoes and lines from It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia. I'm all over the map.)

Anywhoo, baseball today was good. We had about 20 people which is awesome. I like playing with smaller groups cause you get to bat more, but we are also not skilled enough to play with only like 2 outfielders. Fun day all around, except it was weird without Ryan there. Ryan is the only reason we all started playing every Sunday over a year ago. He rarely misses a day and this was the first week since we started playing this spring that he wasn't there (including that one day in March where we played in the SNOW and that day like a month ago where the sky turned GREEN and the tornado sirens went off and the wind was whipping branches off the trees onto the field. We played on both days and every other crazy Sunday in between.) So, why am I ranting about baseball and dedication and weather and Spanish and Ryan???

Um, I guess cause I have now been dating Ryan for ONE YEAR. This is a BIG DEAL. Before him, I had literally dumped every guy I had dated within three months. I had never been broken up with and ditched EVERY guy within three months. I am 26. My friends (and mother) were getting worried. But I insisted, I just knew what I was looking for and when I knew a guy was not the one, I set him free rather than waste both of our time. So, although you are in New York right now and missed my first anniversary EVER IN MY LIFE, Ryan, I am so glad we made it one year and can't wait to pick you up from the airport tomorrow (although I will have to immediately drop you off at your sculpture class.) With that, I will save the rest of the mushy stuff for more private venues and leave the rest of you with one of my favorite pictures of Senor Ryan...

Have a very psychedelic Christmas and/or Monday!