say it

the long and short of it is that i have been seeing a lot of movies, am generally very boring, and have been inspired to go raw by the unlikeliest of sources: my father.
well, not totally. but the literature has been ordered and i am suddenly inspired to trek to stone barns. nevermind the vitamix.

work has been generally difficult. my attitude might be to blame but attitude is everything.

ho hum.

what a shit week.

simultaneous boredom mixing with a feeling of being totally overwhelmed.

must remember to thank lucky stars once in awhile but.... regardless. everything feels really ugly, sweaty, on sale, and stinky. and i have unresolved anger towards too many things. for example: our icelandic hosts. reason: $300, endless emails.

never got around to painting the radiator covers or repositioning the curtains. typical.

saw wall-e.

trying hard to rid myself of all my foolish catch phrases and also to treat my left knee and right hip with more respect. dear future self, you will be with both wheelchair and walker sooner than you think.

this is a stupid entry.

a black bike

Every once in awhile I geek out.

a black bike

yes!

Today I declare that my life greatly improved all thanks to newly acquired material possessions. I SAID IT.

I'll also take this moment to bask in the glory of the possessions I already own. And I mostly mean my clothes. Because I am entirely shallow. And other things like air conditioning.

Work is done for the week and that is also a very good thing. We just came from watching our dog walker (et al) perform improv. Some of it definitely "blew my mind". And that, by the way, is supposedly a very Nadia phrase. Which I am not entirely proud of.

Other than that, Gordy and I have many terrific plans in store for I-D 08 but it's likely going to rain all weekend as it's been known to do THIS ENTIRE SUMMER. We will all grow amphibious in the wake of global warming.

< 3 'traz.

I have been feeling a little bit sad that I have been so quiet on here. The realities of my situation are that I was all these things: busy, uninspired, without photos, too much to say, too little to say, and a broken Safari. And Safari is the only thing that will do!

Since my last communications, the huz has returned. He is now very professional. But last week we unexpectedly flew to Michigan to attend funeral services of what is now my grandfather in law. If nothing else, I think my fear of death related gatherings has subsided a little bit. Mainly because 8 hours of solid chit chat around a dead body (god rest his soul!) will do that to a person. It was a romantic funeral, as strange as it sounds because he was 90something years old with a wife who still loved him and cried that he was gone. After 70 years of marriage. Beautiful!

Additionally, there have been many more hot days, the renegade craft fair, the rain, the dog bowl, the anniversaries (seven years together and one year legal marriage), a birthday for my beloved, many blockbuster films, newly purchased air conditioning and... so on.

This weekend: the Fourth of July and all the compromises that always come with that.

Creativity at an absolute standstill. I blame the heat. And the fact I am still without fabric. A wife who weeps.

the lone wolf

I have to admit, after a few days I've sort of embraced the so called "single life". There is a certain peacefulness to the whole thing... quiet when I want quiet, bad music when I want bad music, freedom to keep my own schedule, to sleep when I want, eat when I want, make a mess and not clean it up, or start to clean it up at all hours of the night or... in the case of this particular evening, to try on my wedding dress again!!! Whee!

The first realization is that there is a gigantic stain right on the front of it. What would cause such a thing? It's basically rust colored. But primarily on the inner layer of netting which strikes me as being a little mysterious. I am wondering if this is something that just happens to things never cleaned and improperly stored or if it's remnants from the drunken romp that was my wedding night in Mexico.

And the second realization is that I LOOK AWESOME. And if you know me, you know this is a mind boggling statement from yours truly. I have bitched about this dress not fitting me on the day of my wedding for over a year. And I will admit to you right now that up until I arrived in MX, I was eating more carefully, doing the this and the that. And that once I arrived, I ate chips, tacos, guac, queso, beer, margarita, waffle, yadda yadda. On my wedding day in particular I consumed all manner of liquor and saltiness from the moment I awoke... nary a glass of water or sign of physical exertion to speak of. And I paid the price, my friends. Paid it in photos, paid it in regrets, paid it in tears! Oh poor me. Whatever.

Anyway it makes me realize that I ought to romanticize things a little bit more in my memories. Because I am maybe just being negative for no reason other than the finality of it all. But weddings are such a mindfuck. Let's face it.

Meanwhile, a good friend is getting married in August. That's partially why the ol' dress and all its mental and emotional implications have come out of the closet. But I am looking forward to this wedding. Just last night I finally found shoes to wear with my bright yellow bridesmaid dress. And blah blah blah.... Weddings!

In other news, work almost killed me today. And then ended on an unexpected upswing circa 10pm. Two shoots tomorrow, tons of work to catch up on, still not sewing at all.....

TGIF.

=w=

Oh, Weezer.

I would first like to note that this is one of the worst photos of all time. My cup runneth over. Such that I can't even be bothered to list my endless reasoning. I would also like to note that Rivers now sort of looks like my uncle.

Weezer's new album - "THE RED ALBUM" (barf) - is out tomorrow and I barely care. But I will probably still buy it. Because I have to. Because I spent the entirety of my formative years O-B-S-E-S-S-E-D with this band and it's possible that they, along with the wonders of the internet (HOLLAH IRC!), are the reason that I am where I am today. And you don't know how serious I am about that. SAD BUT TRUE.

In other news, I am sober and alone. The no drinking thing is a breeze and I have contemplated keeping it up for the rest of my life. As far as being alone goes, I am nearly devastated. Errr! It's really only for two weeks. But that's sort of a long time for the fully domesticated spouse that I just the day before yesterday realized I have become! Pathetic, pitiful, these are the words. And little Gordy kept me on pins and needles all night barking at every little sound. Maybe he's stepping in as the man of the house?

What would be nice is if I were productive. And if I went grocery shopping. And if I wasn't such a tool.

memorial days

Florida, as seen from my mother's door, as seen through the sophisticated lense of my iphone.

It almost killed me. What with its hot-as-balls heat, its shellfish, its wine, its rednecks. So begins a three week hiatus from all things wine and beer, so help me jesus.

It was a swell time, all things considered. It's always nice to hit reset once in awhile and and make yourself get used to how the rest of the country/world interacts. And in this case I guess I mean neon colors, intense customer service, crotchedy retirees, bad jokes. But seriously, it was pleasant - LOOK AT MY VIEW! The water sparkled on the ceilings for me every morning.

And in the end I (hopefully) replaced my sewing machine's mysteriously MIA power cord, scored some sandals, a dress, a romper. The latter of which I wore when I almost gave myself alchohal poisoning on Sunday so it's a little tarnished in my eyes, but nevertheless...

And now I am back. After waking up at 5something am, sleeping on the plane, and crawling to work. I feel only slightly less like barfing.

pickchurs

The news is this: I have gotten the camera. AND IT IS GLORIOUS. Thank you W.
Unless W never arrives, in which case I owe my beloved $1,000,000 (roughly).

A friend has given me the contact infos for fixing the Husqvarna but I have not yet sealed the deal.
Luxurious sample yardage has been chosen and fingers have been crossed in hopes of it arriving before next year.. err.
It will not be HELGE (!!). It could be JEUNE. Huh?

We made it out to the photo festival (NYPH) which did not disappoint. If you haven't gone yet, it's too late.

I have also (shallowly) decided that I definitely miss having long hair.

The end.

click

This is the new item in question. I can't help it. I really regretted not having a better camera in Iceland (or was it that I regretted being too lazy, too in the moment to carry around my SLR?). And then sometimes I still have fantasies where I am creative and taking interesting photos all the while. Like the huz, sort of. But more as a project.

But also I need to pay some major debts and also get the old Husqvarna Viking serviced. And and and. There is also the disapproving glare I will get if I just charge it and don't earn it or sell something or... something.

But what about W's rebate? Maybe?

I can't stop thinking about ittttttttttttttt. The internet is not helping me on this day.