It’s A Nice Day For A …Trip To The Fabric Store?

It’s a typical San Diego Sunday: mid-70’s, light breeze, strains of music floating through the neighborhood. The curtains are all drawn back and the house is getting a nice airing out. There’s been a light winter cleaning – sorted out a drawer of canned goods, cleaned off the random debris on top of the fridge (so THAT’S where my hummingbird feeder nectar went to!), and started laundry. I’m taking a little break to write before heading out to the dollar store for hairspray, which will hopefully aid me in my attempt to do a fauxhawk.

My hair is a bit long, but I’m hoping to achieve something like this:

Also, I found THE BEST volume hair tip ever (for real). Go check out the video, and watch the whole thing. I’m sure it helps if you have a flat iron, but my house is very product-and-accessory free, so … yeah. Dollar store it is.

So, the fabric store.

My wonderful lovely creative fabulous friend Morgan is getting MAWWIED in September, oh-em-gee, and she’s been sweet enough to send an invite to Casa de Awesome. (Yes, that’s my house’s name.) It’ll be in Seattle, a place I’ve always wanted to go – ceremony at an old gas works and reception at a yat club. Some people say yacht, some say yat, and that’s what we’re calling it right now. 😉

Look how cute their wedding site is! Matt & LindsayMorgan

Since the two of us here have been getting more involved and interested in steampunk lately, it seemed like the perfect occasion to acquire some apparel in that genre. So began The Great Outfit Search.

First of all, the stuff is not cheap. It’s not cheap because it’s all custom made, and generally of good quality. As are most discussions (surprisingly and thankfully) – most fans of the genre tend to be well spoken and well read. It’s a nice change if you want to give your brain a break from YouTube or ICanHasCheezburger comments.

The thing about it is that a lot of people do tend to just “glue some gears on it and call it SteamPunk”, myself being one of them. Yes, some people say if the gears/buckles/bells and whistles aren’t functional then it’s all for naught, but you can’t deny the aesthetic appeal.

Here’s an example.

Plain Black Arm Cuff

Steampunk Arm Cuff:

See? Just glue some gears on it. And if anybody wants to track down the manufacturer of that second cuff and then PURCHASE the cuff for me I’d be much obliged. I bet you dollars to donuts (best phrase ever) that it’s at least a hundred bucks if it’s hand-tooled or anything.

We got to talking here at The Casa, and J feels that he’s capable of sewing things. Maybe even clothes. After picking both my eyebrows off the ceiling, we talked about local fabric stores and how I want to make my own mini cocktail top hat instead of paying $150 for the one that caught my eye. So after breakfast, he crutched on over to the local Discount Fabric Store where we looked at all the awesome items. I spent most of last night looking for a hat pattern/tutorial, and he spent most of yesterday looking for a vest pattern. It was fun.

Anyway, we have the beginnings of a sewing kit, and an old holiday popcorn gallon tin is where the excess fabric will go for now. I think we can pull something off.

I’m not sure who this new crafty person is that’s living with me, but I like him.

Cuff! Of! Doooom!

Hey there! Hi. It’s Friday. What’s up with you? Doing good? Okay, that’s cool.

Oh, what’s that? On my ear? Nothing.

Wait, my *other* ear? Oh. Oh that’s just MY AWESOME OCTO-EARCUFF OF DOOM. He’s magic. No biggie.

Octopus Ear Cuff, courtesy of Marty Magic

So if anybody wants to buy me an Octopus Ring (also from Marty Magic) to make me fully magical, I’d appreciate it. A lot. ALOT, even.

Thanks!

Monday Night Meatloaf

It really was Tuesday Night Meatloaf but that’s alright.

I’m going to go out here on a limb and say that I can make FANTASTIC meatloaf. One of our new-home-wedding-random gifts from the mom-in-law was a spiral bound copy of Betty Crocker’s New Dinner for Two cookbook.

I don’t even like meatloaf, but J (who almost just got referred to as ‘the hubs’ oh lord please smack me if you ever hear me say that) has been helping me develop recipes for us to eat. You know, like a …meal plan. Apparently this is what grownups do – they have a ‘food budget’ and a ‘weekly meal plan’. Said budgets/plans are designed to save us money and you know… time going through the drive-through. They don’t really account for how delicious carne asada fries can be, but that’s because when you’re An Adult, all the fun gets sucked out of life. You’re relegated to searching through your pantry (because you get a pantry right around the time you get a Responsibility Award) for ingredients that you will turn into some sort of Meal. There will be an entree, a side of something, maybe a beverage other than a can of soda.

Responsibility Awards look something like this, in case you’re wondering:

Anyway. My pantry was coughing up things like eight bags of varying bean varieties, cans of diced tomatoes, dried seaweed strips, rice, old bread, and other items that only one of us in this household would consider crafting into something edible. It was then I decided to stop shuffling around and make A Meal Plan because it’s either eat nothing or go through the Wendy’s drive-through yet again, and in all honesty, their new buttered buns make things kind of gross and messy. If you eat a Wendy’s burger right now, your hand feels like you just stuck it into a tub of movie popcorn after somebody stopped off at the salt-and-butter stand. They should knock it off.

We sat down and made a list of six potentially-dinnertime meals that are tasty, easy and that both of us would eat. The goal here is to save money and try to eat healthier. It makes sense: spend a hundred bucks on groceries every other week, or $200+ during each *work*week on fast food and snacks? It terrifies me to think how much gas gets wasted, but I’ve done well at turning a blind eye to that for a solid decade. I’m not ready to look just yet.

Also, I’m in the middle of crafting up a 2012 budget for myself, by the by, so in a short while I’ll have the frighteningly exact figures on how much will actually be saved. The present conservative estimate is about 40%.

Budget… estimate… plan …… DAMMIT, WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN?!

*sigh*

It’s for the best. I’ve heard.

PS: Tonight’s dinner was pancakes and turkey bacon. It was my first attempt at making pancakes, don’t tell anyone. The food turned out more like failcakes and charcoal, which is really disappointing because normally I’m a decent cook, but I’ll try again in another six days or so. If this were The Sims (something that’s getting a lot of playtime around here), it would have been in the ‘horrifying quality’ category for sure.

All Things Great And Small And Injured

Lately it seems like all my thoughts should have a default #1stWorldProblems hashtag after them; I can’t stop thinking about it. For example:

“I don’t like ordering bananas in the Starbucks drive-thru because then I can’t choose one that looks less bruised.”
“It’s really tough to eat and drive at the same time, but I was in a hurry to get to work and needed something quickly.”
“My head hurts from looking at the computer too long.”
“The phone just wouldn’t stop ringing today from all the customers wanting to come in.”
“These fish oil capsules taste really bad, but I took them hoping to help my skin/nails/hair be a little less dry.”
“I have too many email accounts.”

It just. Doesn’t. Stop.

We know how ridiculous it is and yet… what has been seen (or heard) can’t be unseen (or unheard). See, there’s another one: “I’ve been looking at Twitter too long and have a hashtag stuck in my head, but at least it’s better than the 80’s song from earlier”.

Man. So… quick update.

J’s leg is slowly getting better. The x-rays showed that the reduction and alignment did what they were supposed to do, and the break should heal properly. Later on this week he’ll get fitted for a below-the-knee brace and will be able to finally bend his leg. From there, when calluses start forming around the bone, he’ll be able to start attempting to put weight on it on an ‘as-tolerated’ basis. That’s another 4 weeks or so before even considering that first attempt, but both he and the doctor are optimistic. It will be nice to get him to the point where he can at least carry things independently (like mugs with no lids, plates of food, etc).

This whole experience has been humbling for him I’m sure, and a wee bit more stressful on me than I anticipated. While it’s comforting to take care of him, there are times when I just don’t *want* to get up off the couch again. Or go to the store after just getting home because I forgot to pick up Item A and he really needs it right now.

I feel bad about even complaining at all, because this isn’t about me. This is about a grown man – 36 next month – who is now essentially dependent on me for basic needs. He can use the restroom on his own, but he can’t shower on his own. He can put food in the microwave but for the most part can’t carry it back. Yes, he’s on crutches, but it’s not an easy task to use crutches, hop, and carry things. There’s that whole part where your hands are occupied with holding the crutches.

I’m just very excited for the day when we can look back on this, and the good news is that it isn’t nearly as bad as it could be. He didn’t even have to be hospitalized overnight (though they strongly suggested it). It also has made me much more aware of handicapped people in general, even those with basic things like an arm in a sling, or a limp. People in wheelchairs or power scooters have also caught my eye lately. How do they maneuver? How do they shower? How do they go to the bathroom? Obviously there are ways for them to do so, but they’re most likely not easy or convenient. What about homeless people in wheelchairs, or homeless amputees? I can’t fathom. Especially thinking about people who have serious injuries and live alone, or are homeless. It’s been eye opening, and makes me appreciate all my mobility, first-world-ness and even my health (despite its less-than-greatness at present).

I was going to talk about some upcoming events and ideas I have, but that’s for another post. Time now for tea and sleep on my nice warm first world …couch. *sigh*

Another Day Another …Day

Hey. Hi. ‘Sup? Yeah, it’s me again, trying to get back to writing daily.

Tonight is a Pink Floyd-jasmine tea-massage-and-soup kind of night. I know you might be having chili or something, but for as for my household, we’re having soup. We wanted cereal (Cinnamon Toast Crunch to be exact) but the milk’s gone bad so soup it was.

Since we’re moving workstations here at home, I get the joy of using The Husband’s pc/desk area. It’s strange. It feels like I’m intruding. Also his keyboard isn’t conducive to typing, mostly just gaming. The keys don’t flow as well or something.

What else, what else. Oh! So… I don’t know if you guys know, but it’s a bitch to help somebody with a broken leg get showered up. Seriously. Our bathroom is a custom job, all marble tile and whirlpool tub and rain showerhead, and that tile gets super slippery. It’s not safe. It’s pretty and spa-like, but ‘safe’ is just not an accurate descriptor. He found a bench for me to pick up at some point soon.

I had more in mind but there’s a serious headache starting to creep up and knock on the back door of my skull, so it’s off to bed with me. Have a good one.

Phasing It In Slowly

Hey!

So. It’s been an interesting week. First off can I just say I looked at my blog and saw that it said 397 FOLLOWERS, which I have to research because…. holy crap, where did that come from?!?! Maybe it’s a glitch. Not sure. But if it’s true… thank you!!!

I chopped some more hair off.

…and added some red to it.

J broke his tibia AND fibia.

I celebrated turning 31 by kicking it with some of my favorite drag queens (the food was awesome as well).

So… yeah. The past ten days have been kind of a whirlwind. Between regular work, my sickness and taking care of J, there’s also been a lot of work on my part being put in toward my event planning company, Cupcake Coordination. Things are going well, it’s just been hectic. It’s for the best though – things are going well.

That’s what’s up with me. Somewhere in there I managed to sleep a little bit and keep telling myself that tonight will be the night I’m in bed by 830. Mmm, sleep.

What’s up with you?

There Are Other Worlds Than These

It all started with a box of books.

My mom shipped a care package to me in late winter 2011. Despite having just turned the corner into 2012, it would be an injustice to pretend that we are still in the past year. It’s difficult to really grasp that, since both I and the husband are off on holiday today, not to mention it’s a balmy 65 outside. Definitely a day for reading on the porch, at least for the next few hours.

At the end of October I’d also purchased several books, impulse luxury buys, but still ones to be read. Anthony Bourdain’s books; a hardback, gold-edged edition of Lewis Carroll stories.

One night we were watching TV and the 1972 version of “Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland” came on. It was the weirdest, darkest, most disturbing version I’ve seen to date. It was more draining than I care to admit, but you know what? That pink book right there allowed us to follow along nearly verbatim with the movie. I love all things Alice-related, but sometimes it just goes over the edge.

Anyway, the books in the box…

Inside the aforementioned care package were things from my adolescence, mostly books. At least a dozen. I’d been trying to locate the Dark Tower series for the Kindle app on my phone, but with failing luck, and had almost given up entirely. Sorting through the randomness of that box was fun, though the best part was seeing that first book unexpectedly mixed in: The Gunslinger. First book of the series, one that I purchased close to twenty years ago.

“The Man in Black fled across the desert, and the Gunslinger followed.”

I started reading, and a few days later was gifted with hundreds of free eBooks. The Dark Tower series was in there… as were other full series like Game of Thrones, Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, Wheel of Time, various works by Tolkien and Douglas Adams, and a huge assortment of crime/mystery novels. Some self help, some political, a feast of words that will keep me entertained.

The books – all 2 Gb worth – were loaded onto my phone. I devoured the Dark Tower series, remembering and forgetting and getting lost in the desert right along with Roland and his crew. After so long of a respite, following them along on their voyage through the doors of all seven books was an interesting trip. When I got to the end I did what the author suggested, and stopped at the happy shiny portion. Took a few days off and then read the real ending/beginning. It went down easier.

Prior to that series, I had just read the first book of Game of Thrones, “A Song of Ice and Fire” and found it satisfying after making the decision to stick with it. My coworker said, from over my shoulder, that it “looked unfriendly”, between the font size and physical size. It reminded me of a cross between some fictional previously visited world and the Wheel of Time world (from the quick browse I did). It fit right into the place my brain had been looking for, but didn’t unlock the door the way the Gunslinger did. It made me start thinking of writing again, but I had to finish the story first (you guys)!

Then I got a Kindle.

So now I find myself 37% of the way through the second Game of Thrones book, a bit of a difficult read but overall fairly compelling. There are two more in the series, and then hundreds left to peruse. Will I read them? Of course. I’ll read them because they’re there, not because I necessarily am interested in what they contain or what their authors think. For example, Sarah Palin’s book is on there. If it wasn’t, there is nothing that would make me wake up one morning with a glint of excitement in my eye, wondering what on earth Mrs. Palin has to say.

While the Kindle will never replace the love I have for actual books, it certainly is easier to handle than the bi-monthly trip to the library, carting a dozen books at a time to the car. I find myself reading for at least two hours each day, sometimes more. It’s relaxing, it’s stimulating, it’s enjoyable, and it’s a little bit sad because I know it will end. My goal is just to keep reading until the story is over, and perhaps someday write my own.

Hello, 2012. Welcome to the year of the written word.