Learning the Waltz

Waltzing to Elvis

is not as graceful as the other Bridal waltz.

It's emotional. It's a story. It's interpretive. 

Waltzing to Elvis is something I've never seen before. 

And I'm hoping it leaves an impression. 

I wonder if Can't Help Falling in Love can by played by swift spanish guitar

Such a bizarre blending

beach, boho, latin, and Vera

The Waking

This evening's nap has left me with insomnia

I'm listening to beautiful songs that I'd forgotten about.
I've spent the past hour reading through old blog posts.
Most of them are sad, my writings are usually contemplative and melancholy.

Everything right now is happy though.
A sort of starchy happy, balanced just so.

Small things upset me, like Meowgi's fleas or bad hair days.
I'm taking a moment to be 'in the moment' for the first time that I can remember.
That must be happiness.

Gypsy dreams never disappear, but wandering habits can be shelved.

I'll keep you closed in my drawers, and take you out when I'm alone.

Sometimes I'm afraid that these next few years will be me handling the repercussions of my impulsiveness. Of my flighty, thought-free, zealous decisions.

NDF - Since Last We Met

valentine's day project

 hundreds of hand cut plastic hearts.

Listening to a new Matt Elliot find. Great for a VDay project, no? 

New Year's Eve follow up

I'll add photos to the later. Maybe.

I'm happy I'm happy I'm happy.

I'm planning a New Year's Eve party. I'm dating a creative who wants to be equally involved in all party activities, it's so nice to be with someone who isn't lazy. Not only not lazy, but who bring great ideas to the table. It'll be a little 60 themed, with glitter and confetti filled balloons suspended from the ceiling at varying heights, streamers hanging off of them. I am making an arctic amnesia punch bowl with dry ice on the bottom to create a fog effect. we'll play dj, I have so much new great music I can't wait. I just found Kyle Andrews and Penguin Prison, both great.

I put up my new shower curtain today, adding color and depth to the bathroom. I looked for a bedframe at target, bed bath and beyond, and ross dress for less- no luck. Maybe it's a sign that I should keep my mattress and box spring low... it fits nicely with the low mod couch. Hmm.. I do want the extra storage space under my bed though. I also paid all lingering bills, feels good. Tomorrow I HAVE TO go to Santa Monica Library and pay those late fees off and return my books. They called the collection agency, jeeeesus.

Okay, I'm making pasta before heading into work. YUM!!

I just ate five cordial cherries

My gardenia incense stick just burned a new scar on my forearm! I wasn't paying attention because I was so excited about the rhinestone bhindi I just put on my plastic chihuahua head.

 :( but with more umph!

This is pretty cool though.

Listening to: Poor Boy, Minor Key by M. Ward

apricot tree and happiness

The music I keep going back to today is Stars. Soft, airy, nostalgic, complicated. Male story line with female vocals to balance it out. Everything I love about music.

I'm laying in bed. Just got home after a night away, a long work day, a particularly weird house party, and no texts from erich. I'm wearing my snuggie and my candy candy can lip color night out.


I always analyze my baby sister. What's your first memory.
ok i'm sleep typing now. good night

crossing off my christmas list...

cards to mail... write these tomorrow? Friday?
one gift left to find.
a few gifts left to wrap.
a schedule that needs to be broken...

okay. driving to my sleep now.

one pack of sweet'n low

He watched her from below the steps, his hood pulled up and a bummed cigarette hanging from his lips. There was something about her, it made him want to wash his hair and finish that book he put down three years ago. When he looked at her he felt a wildness being tamed. Her attention became his only objective. The future, he felt, would begin tonight.

She was loosely holding a solo cup, allowing herself to be entertained by regurgitated Pitchfork reviews in hopes of a good time. It'd been a while. She was finally at least trying to join her twenty something year old peers in a night of numbed sensations.

He smelled like tobacco.
She smelled like marigolds.
He had a drunk glaze  over his primal urge eyes.
Her hair reflected light as if it were a halo.
"Hey."
"Hello."

Her phone rang and she walked round the front  of the house. His self nodded as every bit of guts celebrated 'Contact!'.

Monday

I'm not sure where one day ended and the next began. I worked from 6pm to 6:30 am yesterday, then caught in a rain storm and 405 stopped traffic on my drive home. I had to pull over and sleep for thirty minutes, I was having flash naps on the freeway. So dangerous. The 50 minute drive took over three hours. Things like this make me think a little more about moving...

Other than that, I have a hair crush Farrah Facett, so fun!

I wonder if I could pull this look off for a little, before I get my hair cut and return to bangs... I need my California tan and highlights back. This weather is a total bummer.

Sunday

Sunday morning so far: agape, one eye jack breakfast, tea with groove shark, running temescal canyon...

Agape this morning was Bishop Barbara King.
She is so totally and incredibly inspiring. Let's start with she's 81 years old,  as tall as big bird at 6'5", she was wearing a bright red and gold silk kimono with retro heavy black frame glasses, and she's from the south. What a package! She focused on the idea that we are God and that we are put here with a purpose- it's our job to intuit this purpose and fulfill it. Seems like the common thing at Agape, harnessing your potential. But that's something I need to hear on a weekly basis, it makes me uncomfortable. But if you're too comfortable... then you're not really progressing. So, what is my purpose and what potential have I yet to tap into? What do I truly desire and why am I not doing it. My favorite quote from today:

"Vision without action is a fantasy and action with a vision is chaos."

over and over

Santa Baby...

I've been good this year...

Dolce Vita Colorblock Heel Bootie

tocar un fotografia

Organizing papers and paying bills, found some old art work doodled while flying over the country line.

Lets Play House-
Let me be your muse,
Lets play house.
You name the dog,
I'll bake dessert.
We'll paint the walls
In our box filled home.
Let's start something new.
You'll hang your art
And I'll play DJ.
We'll argue over how to file
the bookshelves.
You'll want to organize by author,
and I'll restack by
book spine color.
Hard wood with rugs.
Wood block tables & wind up toys.
White wine and polaroids.
Gauze curtains & a leather couch.
You'll wrap me up in your scarf
and we'll take a 3 am walk.
Lets realize that
we can be loved.


Listening to Ceiling of Plankton by The Givers.

Things on my windowsill series

 things on my windowsill pt.1

 things on my windowsill pt.2

 things on my windowsill pt.3

things on my windowsill pt. 4

LCD Sound System just came on... perfect.

Is the VS Fashion Show on yet??

this is what happens when I start to clean my room:

I start playing dress up with forgotten clothes that have been hidden under the couch for god-knows-how-long. 

I find my art journals and start doodling.

I find old Polaroids, get sentimental, and start blogging.

I get sleepy and take a nap.

I find the dozen pieces of scrap paper with notes to myself of songs I need to dl, and get lost in itunes.

Or... start a dance party in my pieced together random dress up outfit (most the time chiffon or undies) to the newly acquired play list while photographing areas of my room that I've staged last time I tried to clean my room.

Why can't I just be normal and start a load of laundry like everyone else?

is it really tuesday?

today so far:
work at 4 am (wake at 2:30)
handle $2.5 mil bra, looks like a mermaid
prepare my store for Miranda whats-her-face, the VS angel
take the long way home, drive up 1 the coastal highway
consider moving south...
consider that I can't wait to get back to LA
play white on white by casiotone for the painfully alone at least twenty times
consider I still don't know where my debit card is and I will need to refuel tomorrow...

plans for later today:
listen to more white on white by casiotone for the painfully alone

contemplate
meditate or nap... maybe both
VS annual fashion show
and either contemplate more or distract, I haven't decided yet.

 

family

distance makes the heart grow fonder.

it's funny how easy it is to fill in the gaps of a personality when it's not there to challenge you daily.

song: "I love myself so much, that I could love you so much. So you could love you so much, that you could start loving me." 
here's to hoping.

wrapping up this black friday

slow ceiling fans. drunk drivers. red lights. november christmas tree lots. long telephone messages.

song: the good that won't come out by rilo kiley.

things. memories. blurring the facts with the feelings.

after an 11 hour work day, I drove my 40 mile commute home and sat outside my empty house preparing to go inside, unpack, and climb in bed. 
but. after disassembling my key chain for my weekend bike ride, I panicked in realizing that my house key wasn't in my purse. I then drove another twenty minutes to pick up my spare, then another twenty back home.
once back on beatrice street, I found my house key was looped on the same ring as my car key all along.
I'm beat.