Wednesday, October 31, 2012

WIWW - Found Love In A Graveyard

This week I went a little spooky for Halloween!


16 year old me would be so impressed with this shoot.  Heck, I'm pretty impressed with this shoot, as you can probably tell by the sheer amount of photos I've used this week.  And yes, I know I can only make one face.  Forgive me, I'm bad at feelings.

But aren't my skeleton stockings adorable?  I actually wear those around town, even though I'm probably way too old for it.  The "dress" is actually the skirt I wore a few months ago, and the shirt is from way back in high school I think.  Boots were also featured earlier this year.

Photos by Gnometales.

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Friday, October 26, 2012

Flashback Friday - DTV Monster Hits

You might remember me mentioning DTV Monster Hits in my Halloween playlist post from last year.  Well, I found the whole thing on YouTube and just had to share it for your viewing pleasure. 

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

WIWW - PA Ren Faire

My sister, her boyfriend, and I went to the PA Renaissance Faire on Saturday.  Since I'm pretty proud of the skirt I made for myself, I figured I'd feature it as my outfit of the week.  Look forward to more details about the skirt-making in a future post because, like I said, I'm rather impressed with myself.

My whole get-up: corset, hand-made overskirt, generic long black skirt, boots from my NYC trip.
Close-up of my awesome steampunk-inspired corset from the Wicked Faire.
Detail shot of the drawstring gathered skirt I made all by myself with NO PATTERN.
Photos by Kylie


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Friday, October 19, 2012

Flashback Friday - Worst Witch

I just don't even have anything to say about this one.  If you have never seen The Worst Witch...  Well, I pity you.


Wednesday, October 17, 2012

WIWW - Autumnal


 I am loving this new mustard colored boyfriend cardigan I bought in New York.  It's just so... seasonal.


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Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Tuesday Tunes - Ramblin'

Today I am busy getting a skirt ready to wear with my corset at the PA Renaissance Faire this weekend.  As such, I thought it would be fun to share one of my favorite ren faire songs.  When I heard this live, it was played by the Empty Hats, but you get the idea.



Ramblin' Rover - The Fables

Monday, October 15, 2012

Life Lately - 10/15

Chris's grandmother's family reunion
NYC with Dad and Kylie
Farm stand and porch decorating with Dad
Kylie's birthday
Reclaiming my youth
Clam bake
Complete my first 5k with Mum

Friday, October 12, 2012

Flashback Friday?

What's this, a new blog feature?  Maybe.  We'll see if I can keep thinking up content.  Something tells me that it won't be a problem...

Today's flashback comes from a harbinger of Halloween from my childhood - The Legend of Sleepy Hollow. This used to be on TV every October.  And we'd always watch it after our school Halloween parties/parades while eating pumpkin seeds and apple cider.  Do schools even do that stuff anymore?  If not, it's a tragedy.

I just watched it last night at my parents' house, which is what gave me the idea for this Friday Flashbacks thing.  Enjoy.


Saturday, October 6, 2012

Autumn Goals 2012

Remember last summer when I made a list of Summer Goals to accomplish?  That was a lot of fun and helped me to remember to enjoy the now, as lame as that sounds.  So I decided to make an Autumn Goals list to try and keep me focused on fun things in the present.  Here are my goals*, in no particular order.




*expires 11/23/12

Friday, October 5, 2012

Does Size Matter?

Last night I finally bought the floral jeans I've been longing for since this post.  Well, not that exact pair, but floral jeans none the less. That's not really the point here.  The point is that they fit wonderfully. And they are a size 7.  And that makes me hate myself.  Sort of.

Now I know that a lot of people reading this are probably rolling their eyes or getting angry with me and thinking they'd be thrilled to be a size 7. And that's fine.  I realize I am being a little dramatic and unreasonable. But you've got to understand something.  Until about four ago, I was a size 0.  When I had to move up to size 1, I sneered a little but let it go without much issue.  When I had to buy a size 3, I was alarmed.  When I had to buy a size 5, I was disgusted and swore to never buy another pair of pants until I was back down to at least a 3.

And yet here I am, wearing a size 7.  Deplorable.  My 16 year old self would be so ashamed.  Heck, I am so ashamed.

But here's the thing - even though I am trying to tone up and even lose a little weight, I don't think I am THAT terribly awful to behold.  I don't FEEL like I should be in a size 7.  And I don't understand how, even if I lose the 15 pounds that I'd like to lose, my body would even conceivable fit into a size 0.  Like, even if you took everything off of me and tried to cram my skeleton into a size 0, I'm not sure my skeletal hips would fit.  So what happened?

Chris theorizes that it is hormones.  He thinks that when I stopped "starving myself" - his words, not mine - my body was able to finish going through puberty and my hips finally spread out into a more "womanly shape
instead of an emaciated 12 year old boy" - again, his words.  Chris, in case you can not tell, is a much bigger fan of my current body than he was of the previous version.  I think his theory is a little crazy and ridiculous, but what if he is right?

Me in size 0 pants - summer 2004
Does that mean I can never ever again have the tiny hips I desire?  Is this really such a big deal?  I am torn.  On one hand, the thought of losing that ability makes me very sad.  I look at a lot of fashion blogs (I'm looking at you, lookbook) and I see a lot of very skinny ladies and I remember when I looked like that and I am filled with longing.  On the other hand, as I said a few paragraphs ago, I don't think I look THAT bad right now.  And if I lose the weight I want to lose and tone the parts of me I want to tone, I think I'll look pretty darned good.

So really, there's no resolution to this.  I haven't had any revelations and I haven't suddenly learned to love myself the way I am.  I'm just trying to come to terms with myself.  And I'm posting this so that you'll understand where I'm coming from and go easy on me when I complain about calories and clothes and how frustrated I am that I've been holding steady at 127 pounds for the last month even though I now run and lift weights with relative consistence.  I'm just trying to figure things out.

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Tuesday Tunes - But Home Is Nowhere

This time of the year always puts me in the mood for AFI's album Sing the Sorrow.  Without fail.  I'm pretty sure I've featured at least a song or two from that album before. Here's another.

I never really knew what all the quite muttering was on this track, but I recently stumbled across this little poem thingy and nearly wept at the beauty of it.  


 We held hands on the last night on earth. Our mouths filled with dust, we kissed in the fields and under trees, screaming like dogs, bleeding dark into the leaves.It was empty on the edge of town but we knew everyone floated along the bottom of the river. So we walked through the waste where the road curved into the sea and the shattered seasons lay, and the bitter smell of burning was on you like a disease. In our cancer of passion you said, "Death is a midnight runner."

The sky had come crashing down like the news of an intimate suicide. We picked up the shards and formed them into shapes of stars that wore like an antique wedding dress.The echoes of the past broke the hearts of the unborn as the ferris wheel silently slowed to a stop. The few insects skittered away in hopes of a better pastime. I kissed you at the apex of the maelstrom and asked if you would accompany in a quick fall, but you made me realize that my ticket wasn't good for two. I rode alone.

You said, "The cinders are falling like snow." There is poetry in despair, and we sang with unrivaled beauty, bitter elegies of savagery and eloquence. Of blue and grey. Strange, we ran down desperate streets and carved our names in the flesh of the city. The sun has stagnated somewhere beyond the rim of the horizon and the darkness is a mystery of curves and lines. Still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward, and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched into the earth like a message.
...But Home Is Nowhere - AFI

Monday, October 1, 2012

Life Lately

"Lately" is being used kind of loosely in this case.  It's been quite a while.  I've been taking a break to deal with my feelings about Morgaine's death and other things that have been happening in my life.  I think I'm ready to resume regular updates, and I hope you'll bear with me if there's a bit of a dark edge to any of my posts.  With that out of the way, here are some  of the things I've been up to in the time that has passed.


Row 1: went to see the dinosaur exhibit  at the Reading Public Museum for my dad's birthday

Row 2: more of my dad's birthday
Row 3: started work on the kitchen
Row 4: went to the beach
Row 5: got a haircut
Row 6: continued work on the kitchen
Row 7: went to the Oley Fair
Row 8: more scenes from the Oley Fair
Row 9: fire pit at my parents' house
Row 10: more fire pit photos
Row 11: farm stands with Kim
Row 12: the cats are not sure about all this activity in the kitchen

It's been a busy month!

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