Tuesday, January 17, 2012
I Like When Other People Do My Hair
Life's busy at the moment, so unread blog is low on the totem pole of priorities, but I have to share this photo from work on True Blood yesterday. I was a fangbanger, which for the twelve people out there who don't watch the show, is a human who wants to get bitten or *ahemed* by a vampire. While most people were given outfits, apparently I'm crazy enough to get away with my own wardrobe, because all I was handed was one measly spiked cuff. Though the hair department made up for it by giving me this quasi-beehive 'do, since all tramps from Louisiana looking to get banged by a dead dude wear their hair high...Whatever, I enjoyed it because lord knows I have zero talent doing much with my flat, thin, sad mop of hair!
Sorry for the lack of gothy makeup-14 hours later, I really didn't care if I looked the part anymore.
Saturday, January 14, 2012
Another Man's Treasure
My dad is moving down to San Diego for a while and renting out my childhood home so I went up to see him this week and help pack. One of the (only) perks about moving is the culling of crap, of which there has been much, but since he's downsizing this also meant having to part with some of his desirable stuff too. Thankfully for me, this means I was the recipient of many of these sweet items, even if my dad was quick to remind me it was only "temporarily." While I was wary of taking much, knowing how little space I have for additional "stuff" and how little desire I have to collect any more clutter, there were some things I was more than happy to find room for. The take (plus a giant jar of coins that I am happily rolling):
I've wanted a Moroccan tea table ever since I was little and grew up with this one. While this is one item dad claims I have to give back, I'm happy to have it for however long I can! I'm also holding onto this antique Moroccan tea pot and Moroccan shabbat candle holders for him. Gotta rep the old country!
Detail of the folding wooden bottom.
I found a couple boxes full of old records-including some by Rolling Stones, Simon and Garfunkel, David Bowie, and the Beatles-and I had to take some of them for nostalgic purposes, even if I don't own a record player.
Wind chime my dad picked up in Turkey last year and I get to keep!
One of three antique Moroccan daggers. I wouldn't be surprised if they were modern "made for tourist" versions, but I think they look cool anyway!
Some pillows that are either from Morocco or Israel, which Chloe seems to be fond of.
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
None More Black
Whoops, I have a blog! Sometimes, since nobody reads this, I forget. But since it's here, I ought to at least attempt to throw together a post. I've have been trying really hard to maintain my whole "2012 is going to be awesome!" mantra as to stay positive and forward-thinking, but feel my same ol' issues starting to create fissures in that plan. It may just be that I've had a pulsating headache for the past three and a half days, that a job I was certain I would get has been pushed back leaving me in a will-I-or-won't-I state of limbo, or that I am pretty much only getting work on ridiculous gigs like 'do jump squats while wearing a snorkel for tv'-yes, that is actually something I agreed to do for money because I need money desperately. Whatever it is, I'm not going to let it derail me like I did last year, but I am decidedly feeling a bit dark at the moment.
Image from here
Friday, January 6, 2012
Week In Photos
Happy New Year! Yeah, I'm over that ish too. But I had to post the photo because it's probably the only one of me I've ever seen where I have any boobs/cleavage. Who knew those were there?
Christmukkah came late this year for the "kids" but was worth the wait, I think! Another Atomic Attic creation.
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