shameless friend promotion

My good friend Massiel just got a new blog and I’m kind of obligated to shamelessly promote her. She’s awesome, and she has style. So, follow her blog. It’ll be your good deed for the day. While you’re at it, follow Kat’s blog, too. She bakes. And she’s also awesome.

changes

I kind of hate change. I dunno if it’s an assburgers thing or what, but change pretty much horrifies me. So this past month or so, with change after change, has been overwhelming. I’ve been dealing with a lot of mini panic attacks lately because, for a split second, I thought I was going to be homeless. my roommate pretty much effed me over, and it was a kick to the face. Thanks to Kat and Fraaaancis and my aunt Mandy and several others, I’ve managed to stop panicking (sort of) and just roll with it. I’m gearing up for a move out of state, which is a huge change. I’m selling almost all of my possessions, another huge change. It’s overwhelming. But I think I can do it. If not, this will be a giant blog of failure. Oh, another change?

I’m gonna be an aunt/godmother. I’m really sad that I won’t be here for her birth, but I know I’m doing the right thing by leaving when the chance is there. And also, I’ll be stealing this kid pretty much all the time.

hnt 7

Kind of a bold step, but I figured, you know what? Why the hell not? These are my favorite pair of undies. I’m a fan of boy short style panties, and these are pretty much the best and most comfortable pair I’ve got.

lookbook

I enjoy looking at LookBook. Seeing other people’s fashion senses is kind of fun. A lot of them are kind of…terrible…but the vast majority are really interesting outfits. And the shoes? Man. Jealous. And taking note of fashions from around the globe is kind of thrilling, too.

However, I’ve one complaint – why is everyone so tiny? I thought maybe it was some kind of fluke at first; maybe I’d caught the site on a skinny day? But the more I browse, the more I notice that pretty much every person on there, guy, girl, and otherwise, is skinny skinny skinny. Why is that?

I know for a fact that skinny people don’t have the market cornered on fashion sense. So why don’t any bigger people show up on the site? Part of me thinks it’s some kind of self-containment. Someone bigger than, say, a size 6 glances at the site, sees all the tiny people, and decides, “Oh, this isn’t a place for me.” Lather, rinse, repeat. But why shouldn’t it be for us? Why shouldn’t average and larger people be content to flaunt their stuff here? Or maybe on a separate website that’s more…accommodating? Maybe that’s what we need, a version of LookBook that caters to all types, not just skinny hipsters. Does a site like that exist? Maybe one should be started.

covet and drool: jeffrey cambell michelle shoes

It’s been a while since I’ve done one of these, yeah? I’ve been busy playing Mabinogi and attempting to work, so my fashion thing’s gone out the window. However, these shoes have snapped me right back into it. Behold, the Michelle!

I saw the shoe with an open toe on the retail site and was really sad. I quite dislike open-toed shoes. I hate feet. I know, how weird, hates feet, loves shoes. Maybe the reason I love shoes is that they hide feet? Who knows. Anyway. I kept on looking and saw this! And I was bowled over. I mean really. It’s got ruffles.

And! A unicorn heel!

I would break my ankle (again) but man. This shoe. It’s just great. Sadly, my monster feet would never fit in it, but a girl can dream, right? Maybe I’ll get lucky and someone *cough*SteveMadden*cough* will make a rip-off, er, replica?

hnt 6

This has been me for the past couple of days. Curled up in my room under the blanket feeling like crap. At least I’m kind of cute though!

Next week’s HNT involves posting the first one and a recreation of it. Won’t be too hard for me since I’ve only done six…

HNT!

eels

I had quite a while where my “thing” was The Mighty Boosh. I still adore the Boosh, but my obsession has cooled considerably. However, it’s nearly 4 in the morning and I can’t stop listening to “Eels.” I’m not even ashamed.

something something flood grumble

Just a minor update to say I’m still here! I exist! But I am semi-busy with trying to get work done (kind of succeeding!), reentering the world of Mabinogi (terrible, terrible distracting idea but SO MUCH FUN, join me!), reading (Queen Victoria, yaaaay!) and reconnecting with one of my favorite people (she’s fantastic and you should check out her site). I haven’t been washed away by all the rain in Tennessee, so there’s a plus! I plan on taking my next day off to whip up a bunch of posts so this poor site doesn’t feel unloved. Until then, enjoy my cat looking very much like Atreyu’s black cousin.

doctor who

I don’t know about Eleven. I mean, I definitely don’t not like him. But I don’t know if I don’t not not like him. You know?

Allow me to start at the start. I’ve somehow found myself obsessed with Doctor Who. Well, alright, maybe not obsessed. Perhaps more like…

No, I’m lying, I’m pretty hardcore into it currently. Which makes me a bit ashamed of myself. I started with Torchwood. That consumed my life for about two months. Then, because I wanted to see where Jack came from, I moved on to Doctor Who. And I hated it at first. Then, the episode “The Empty Child” came. I promise, it wasn’t just because it was Jack’s Grand Entrance. That episode was pretty awesome.

And from there, things started looking up. Wasn’t a huge fan of Nine, absolutely could not stand Rose, but I kept watching. And kept watching. And then I was finished with all the episodes of the revamp available. It took me approximately three days. Then I just kept watching them. At one point, if the TV was on, it was broadcasting either Torchwood or Doctor Who. I learned episode names. I had a favorite companion (*cough*Donna*cough*). I actually joined a LiveJournal fan community. I don’t know how this happened. It’s like blackout addiction.

Now, here I am, watching the newest season and engaging in discussions about Eleven, how he compares to previous doctors, how I have the earlier Who in my Netflix queue…I clearly need some new show to dive into because this is just getting sad now.

Or possibly awesome, I don’t know.

covet and drool: swing dress

I’ve really got to get myself a fancy schmancy ’40s/’50s dress. This obsession’s getting a little sad.