truth be told

okay gorgeous, imaginative, forgiving, tiny population of the earth that follows my blog,
i need your help.
i have a question.

it is going to shatter the fragile earth upon which we stand...
....are you sitting down....??
ok:
what
color
should
my hair
be ?

[i know. ridic.]

i put a nifty little poll thing on the sidebar of my blog. ------>
please vote?
hair is one of those opinion-questions that require a lot of backup.
much like;

what should i eat for breakfast?
who should i marry?
red coat or pink coat?
who decided january was a good idea?
is splenda really going to kill me?
does my cat need to see a psychologist?
and do i need need to see a psychologist?

blonde?

reddish?

as is?

[some background:  my hair is naturally blonde.  really really really blonde as a child, but then it turned into that mousey blonde by the time i graduated in 08.  that fall, we died it raven dark.  i haven't gone back since, really, though we've tried a few feeble attempts at lightening it for sport.]

please vote, you are the ones i trust!
i need your help, obi wons!

happy captives

right now there's a guy in my apartment.
he's putting in a new sink.
and i can't leave until he's done.

it's making me saturday-afternoon-anxious.

[though lets be clear; it's worth it for a brand new sink. grateful am i.]

so mosie and i are just hanging out, happy captive homebodies, nestling and thankful we're not in the cold wind outside.  see, when you look at it this way...it's really nice to just be home, even though i have no choice.  i'm excited to show you pics of my new sink!

he keeps kind of burping or something, there in my kitchen.
even so, i am half-tempted to ask him if i can be his apprentice.

[see lately, i have been worried about my lack of handy knowledge...today i blew a fuse and almost had a heart palpitation because my hair was only halfway done and NO ELECTRITICY!  then i realized...i know how to fix a blown breaker.  duh.  sometimes i get so caught up in all the things i dont know, that i forget about the knowledge i actually do have.  so i ran downstairs, found my box, and flipped the power back on**.  basic everyday thing?  yes.  heroic moment of independent victory for me?  absolutely**]

now there are 3 guys in my apartment.
probably a record for me, lets be honest.


to make this post more worthwhile for those who take the time to read it... go here.  the drawings are so charming, and it totally brings to life my peculiar obession with the charm and weirdness of craigslist missed connections.  if i were an artist, i would wish i had thought of this first!  i guess i could do [horrible] drawings -using PAINT- to interpet the kansas city missed connection posts.  though, shockingly, they are rarely as charming as the ones in NYC.

**every time i see a breaker box, i automatically think of that velosa raptor scene in jurrassic park.  where the lady doctor has that industrial flashlight, and she's limping along, trying to get the power back on in the park.  she flips the switches one at a time, really dramatically.  i channel that scene when i flip my breakers.  is that weird?

quick thought on a friday

when i was in middle school, i fancied myself quite the jewelry trendsetter.

i should mention, this was all in my imagination and it is only because i was there that i can visualize and believe how precisely obnoxious i was back then.  otherwise i'd think you were making it up. [but who wasn't obnoxious in middle school?  cringey.  cringey for us all.]

example:  i wore a monstrous stack of plastic bangles filled with water-glitter.
every day.

i also had this cool set of stackable rings.  they were all the same shape, 3 rings each with a different color stone in the middle; pink, blue and green.  i used to "let" other girls wear one of them, to bring them while we played kickball during gym class.   i was "the cool girl with the stackable rings"... to myself.

anyway, in the years between then and now, i've been loyal to my HUUUGE RINGS.
you know,
the kind that take up multiple fingers, if not my entire hand.
the kind that require hinges so they can fit over my knuckles.
i liked HUUUUGE RINGS.  but i already said that.
all the rings i make are enormous, the huger the better, i don't wear them unless they are monsters.

however!

lately all i want to do is return to my middle-school-gym-class roots.
smaller, coordinating sets that you can either stack or spread out across your hand.
or separate and share with your friends as you see fit. 
viva la middle school!

anyway!

above are the ring sets Kate Bosworth** designs for her newish line, Jewelmint. (its one of those sneaky-tempting things where you pay a monthly fee and pick out a $30 piece each month.)  she is wearing the flowery ones in the Lucky covershot above.

i don't think i'll buy those exact ones,
but i'm inspired to try a NEW ringmaking project for our line***!
what is it, you wonder?
could it possibly be coordinating sets of small rings, made out of our signature vintage wears?
how did you guess!
i'll show you soon.

next time i'll be typing to you with dainty rings smattered across my digits!






**i don't love dwelling on celebs, but i am a fan of her style.  and extreeeeemely jealous of her multi-colored eyeballs.

***like with so many phrases, i use the term "line" really loosely...no offense to designers and artists that ACTUALLY HAVE lines. 

asante sana january 20

"May your coming year be filled with magic, dreams and good madness.

I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful,

and don’t forget to make some art.

Write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can.

And I hope, somewhere in the next year,

you surprise yourself."   - Neil Gaiman

 

now tell me, is this quote dorkalicious?

yes.  indubitably*!
still, i am charmed by the concept of "good madness".

so anyway!

in a few weeks my best friend finally returns from simba's home country...it's a little-known fact that the Lion King is set in Uganda.  [a lesser-known fact is that i totally and completely just made that up!  where does Lion King take place?  uganda maybe?  i dont care, i still imagine everyone at her clinic in a cheerleader pyramid formation singing "just can't wait to be king"**]  last year, to assist in emotionally preparing her for the african departure, i used to dance around her like rafiki in his baobab tree.  asante sana, squash banana, asante sana, squash banana.  anything i could to do help.

[and it turns out, asante sana means "thank you" in swahili. 
thank you, squash banana.  thank you.  that was one wise monkey.]


i came across the above photo today, taken during one of our jam sessions last summer before she left. 

...i take pride in my loose interpretation of the phrase "jam session" considering ours typically include; candy, an out of tune guitar, our BOOK OF SONGS [pictured], numerous distractions in the form of studying/folding laundry/making popcorn/phonecalls, and limited-to-no musical talent.  but if you called to ask, "hey A-cakes***, what are you doing?" during one of these times, i would proudly proclaim:  "we're jammin'!!!" and then shake my tambourine right up next to the phone.  yes indeed!

all of this to simply say,
i miss my best friend.
i am ready for her to come home in two weeks.
and write more horrible songs with me.
i can't write horrible songs by myself!
[technically, i can.  i do it all the time.  but our secret weapon is the "echo".]

this year, we are going to make up more songs- maybe we'll even go for a challenge and try to use more than 3 chords.
good goal.

in other news,
somebody left a love note on my car.
a love note!
on my car!
from a total stranger!
it's written on yellow legal pad paper.
what does this mean? 
it means that there are guys out there that keep yellow legal pads in their cars.

you bet your buttons i'm putting this on my fridge,
A-cakes







*mary poppins anybody!

** everybody look left.  everybody look right.  everywhere you look i'm.  standing in the spot light!

***i'm extremely wrapped up in Parks and Rec right now on netflix instant viewing...i have started referring to the characters as my friends.