Posts Tagged ‘ramble’

well…

I went to bed last night with the sore eye and woke up this morning - it was nearly swollen shut. eek. not cool! the swelling went down throughout the day and it was kind-of normal looking by 1-2, still puffy though. and it is still incredibly sore. I’m looking up symptoms on webMD right now but the only thing that sounds plausible, with my recurring headache and runny nose, is maybe a sinus infection or something? not quite sure why only one eye would be swollen.

I’m going to find out about my shift bid tomorrow - wish me luck!

Fetty of Brooklyn was in the latest Venus Zine magazine, and I gotta say, I like what I see. I love that there’s virtually the same design in three different price brackets - totally awesome for people like me who don’t want to spend huge amounts of money on jewelry.

There was also an ad for Right in the Family Jewels, which has some cute stuff. I want this:

in black.

Ashe Mischief at Dramatis Personae did a great post titled Bringing Back Burlesque. I love the suggestions - after seeing Moulin Rouge I’m definitely inspired to incorporate more of that sort of thing into my wardrobe. Which I was planning on anyways, for sure, but it sure gave me a kick in the pants. After reading Ashe’s post, I wanted to make a Polyvore - here it is:


burlesque my way by declinedesig

I seem to be gravitating more towards mostly-black outfits as of late, opposed to more colorful outfits. I wonder why. I don’t want to become one of those people who only wear all black! AHH!

I mentioned realizing something the other day that helped me feel more creative. It sounds SO silly, but it was super-simple: I don’t think I should try making clothes for other people any more. I think I need to stick with accessories - with clothes, I always end up totally paralyzed because I’m like “what size do I make it? what if I make it a size extra-small and the only person who likes it is an xl? what if my sizes are horribly off and nobody reads the sizing chart first and then they order the wrong size? what if I become one of those people who only stocks sizes under a medium?” and then end up getting frustrated and stuck and just not making anything at all. I think from now one, I’ll be focusing on crocheted items, purses, accessories, etc. (including hats and fascinators - I’m probably going to make a few test runs for myself before I try selling any though) rather than clothing. I think that will be a lot easier for me and make it much easier to avoid getting stuck in a rut, like I have been the past…forever and a half. AND! It means all those shirts I have stockpiled to recon into something else are MINE ALL MINE! muahahaha!

(which also makes me get into a sewing mood, lemmetellya!)

Ok. I’m going to bed now. Hopefully my eye will not be angry at me any more in the morning, hah.

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sleep deprived musings

so I went to bed last night at around 11:30 but I swear it took me an hour and some to go to sleep. and now I can’t get back to sleep after taking Matt to work. I cannot wait until we have two cars. It’s a good thing we bought another one of those protein mocha things the other day at the grocery store, because I think I will probably need it to get through today. mmm caffeinated goodness.

I was looking at the Black Cigarettes LJ and saw a post about fashion blogs so of course I start reading it, eagerly checking out most of the links that were left by commenters. And saw something from one commenter about how all fashion bloggers were sooooo narcissistic which I thought was kind of…I dunno. I don’t think of myself as narcissistic but I doubt most narcissists do, haha. I didn’t start a blog for attention, in fact, I seriously doubt I’ll ever even have any kind of readership of any kind. I just like talking and writing and words. Blogging is, for some reason, the only kind of journaling I can do and keep going after more than a few months. I’ve been blogging off and on since eighth grade (possibly seventh. can’t remember.), so what, almost six years now? Longest I’ve ever managed to keep any other kind of journal is maybe three months. Probably because to me, blogging feels more like talking to someone else (even if there’s nobody on the other end reading), than talking to myself, and I personally enjoy talking to other people more than myself, haha. I don’t expect anyone to ooh and ahh over my outfits or musings (which is what the commenter in question was complaining about, and I have seen fashion blogs that reek of “look at me I’m ohsocool and different even though I look like every other wannabe out there”, don’t get me wrong), I know they’re nothing special. I just like writing and I used to be pretty good at it, so I’d like to not get rusty again.

In that vein, I’ve got a couple of more article-esque blog posts I intend on making in the next couple of weeks, once things settle down a bit. This upcoming bunch of days is probably not going to be what I’d call fun, because my scheduled work week starts immediately after training, and (hopefully *crosses fingers* because if I am working the night shift I don’t know WTF I will do) my work schedule will be Saturday through Wednesday, Thursdays and Fridays off, 8-4:30. This means I’ll get home from training at midnight on Friday and have to get up and be at work at eight on Saturday, and not have a day off until the Thursday AFTER that.

lame. as. hell.

It does mean I’ll have a full two weeks paycheck on my next one, which is always a good thing, but I think I’d rather have that Saturday off, haha. I guess it’s a good thing I’m getting all that stuff online, at least I’ll have regular mail from Wet Seal and Hot Topic and Zappos and probably Amazon to cheer me up. I am a huge dork and one of the things I love most about ordering online is getting stuff in the mail. Getting shoes and/or clothes in the mail is akin to Christmas morning for me, even though I paid for it and I’m well aware of that. Go figure.

I may be sleep deprived, but I’ve got pillows and blankets on the couch all around me as a result of the attempted going-back-to-sleep and the cat has managed to snuggle with me, while purring uproariously, without obstructing my view of the laptop. And I don’t have to change out of my pjs for at least another hour. Life is ok.

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