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I finished dying my hair today!
If you think that jacket is awesome you can find it here. It's an antique! I love old things, but it's high time that I release my old old things and collect new old things, if that makes any sense at all. There are some old things that I will never get rid of, like my Rolling Stones concert t shirt that is as old as I am and my vintage batman shirt. Those things will always be in my closet. But some things should be let go eventually so that I may gather new things.
I found some more goodies at the thrift store the other night. Unfortunately, some of them didn't fit. I am debating re-working them so that they do.
I have decided that I want boobs. I used to hate on fake boobs, but that is because I was secretly jealous and going about dealing with my clandestine envy in a rather immature way. I don't know how I would ever go about getting fake boobs, as I am picky and would want the best doctor available. Perhaps, someday, after my first book deal. A girl can dream can't she?
Of course after I finish such momentary fantasies I wrestle with my guilt about wanting to fit into the beauty stereotype. It makes me feel like less of a feminist, this desire to have something that I don't that is just so utterly superficial and grounded to this world. Would bigger boobs help me achieve personal enlightenment? No. But they would give me some sort of entertainment. I like watching men fall under the power of boobs and unless I am wearing a mega wonder bra I am usually watching this happen from afar. Of course, if I got boobs I don't know what I do with them. They would be highly impractical. It's not like I am a stripper and that they would help me double my income or anything.
I don't know why I have these arguments with myself though. It's not like I would ever have the means or the time required to get boobs. Maybe I will just get more tattoos on my chest instead.
My trip is coming up in 12 days!! In honor of this I am having a sale on prints! I feel bad for having a sale after so many people paid full price, but I need to make some more dinero for my trip back home. My friend has expensive taste and I still have not gotten her a wedding present!!!
I mentioned the fact that I used to hate on fake boobs. Hate is really the most useless of all emotions. It just creates bad energy within the universal subconscious and is a total waste of time. It's okay to dislike something and it's okay to disagree, but to hate is such a waste. My mom would always tell me that to say you hated someone was to say that you wish they would die. In my teenage years and early twenties I spent a lot of time hating and I must say that it was time wasted. A lot of time wasted.
Oh well. You live and you learn. I am just glad I figured this out now and not when I am in my forties.
If you think that jacket is awesome you can find it here. It's an antique! I love old things, but it's high time that I release my old old things and collect new old things, if that makes any sense at all. There are some old things that I will never get rid of, like my Rolling Stones concert t shirt that is as old as I am and my vintage batman shirt. Those things will always be in my closet. But some things should be let go eventually so that I may gather new things.
I found some more goodies at the thrift store the other night. Unfortunately, some of them didn't fit. I am debating re-working them so that they do.
I have decided that I want boobs. I used to hate on fake boobs, but that is because I was secretly jealous and going about dealing with my clandestine envy in a rather immature way. I don't know how I would ever go about getting fake boobs, as I am picky and would want the best doctor available. Perhaps, someday, after my first book deal. A girl can dream can't she?
Of course after I finish such momentary fantasies I wrestle with my guilt about wanting to fit into the beauty stereotype. It makes me feel like less of a feminist, this desire to have something that I don't that is just so utterly superficial and grounded to this world. Would bigger boobs help me achieve personal enlightenment? No. But they would give me some sort of entertainment. I like watching men fall under the power of boobs and unless I am wearing a mega wonder bra I am usually watching this happen from afar. Of course, if I got boobs I don't know what I do with them. They would be highly impractical. It's not like I am a stripper and that they would help me double my income or anything.
I don't know why I have these arguments with myself though. It's not like I would ever have the means or the time required to get boobs. Maybe I will just get more tattoos on my chest instead.
My trip is coming up in 12 days!! In honor of this I am having a sale on prints! I feel bad for having a sale after so many people paid full price, but I need to make some more dinero for my trip back home. My friend has expensive taste and I still have not gotten her a wedding present!!!
I mentioned the fact that I used to hate on fake boobs. Hate is really the most useless of all emotions. It just creates bad energy within the universal subconscious and is a total waste of time. It's okay to dislike something and it's okay to disagree, but to hate is such a waste. My mom would always tell me that to say you hated someone was to say that you wish they would die. In my teenage years and early twenties I spent a lot of time hating and I must say that it was time wasted. A lot of time wasted.
Oh well. You live and you learn. I am just glad I figured this out now and not when I am in my forties.
I'm not sure if old people are getting hip or if I am just getting old. Lately I have been catching myself dancing and singing along with the music in the grocery store. So far I have heard The Cure, New Order, and Smashing Pumpkins to name a few. I am not exactly sure how I feel about it all. Nothing brings me back to my humble body more than grocery shopping while dancing along to whatever music is playing and actually enjoying it.
I dyed my hair tonight. Well, it's half done anyway. I am dying it black with pink highlights in the front. It should come out rather nicely I think. It's going to be better than the bland brassy brown that it was. I hate the natural color of my hair. If it was a nice mahogany brown or an auburn I would feel better about it. Instead though it's this putrid mousy brown color. It's awful. Hence the reason I have been dying it for almost twelve years. Well that and going gray prematurely runs in my family.
I've been making a dress for Halloween. Yes I know, I am in a wedding on Halloween. But what if perchance I get invited to a Halloween soiree? I would hate to go out and buy a costume. I am making a Romantic period empire style dress with long sleeves. It's black of course, but it will have a purple satin sash around the middle. If I don't fuck it up too badly it should be quite lovely. I really love sewing though. It's just complicated enough to keep my mind busy but monotonous enough to be relaxing. The only mistake I made was that I didn't want to spend a lot of money on it, so I bought rather cheap fabric. It's fraying like crazy!! If I make this dress again I am going to go for better material. I hope to be good enough at sewing one day to make my own dresses and such to go out in and do shoots in. Cute clothing is so expensive these days. I would like to learn how to make corsets. It's a laborious process, but something that I think I would enjoy.
It's going rather slowly on the job front. It's to be expected though what with our economy being the current clusterfuck that it is. It's okay though because I have everything I need right now. I think people forget that we as humans are highly adaptable. If we go through some hard times we'll be able to weather the storm and come out the better for it.
Pictures of the hair to come tomorrow.
I dyed my hair tonight. Well, it's half done anyway. I am dying it black with pink highlights in the front. It should come out rather nicely I think. It's going to be better than the bland brassy brown that it was. I hate the natural color of my hair. If it was a nice mahogany brown or an auburn I would feel better about it. Instead though it's this putrid mousy brown color. It's awful. Hence the reason I have been dying it for almost twelve years. Well that and going gray prematurely runs in my family.
I've been making a dress for Halloween. Yes I know, I am in a wedding on Halloween. But what if perchance I get invited to a Halloween soiree? I would hate to go out and buy a costume. I am making a Romantic period empire style dress with long sleeves. It's black of course, but it will have a purple satin sash around the middle. If I don't fuck it up too badly it should be quite lovely. I really love sewing though. It's just complicated enough to keep my mind busy but monotonous enough to be relaxing. The only mistake I made was that I didn't want to spend a lot of money on it, so I bought rather cheap fabric. It's fraying like crazy!! If I make this dress again I am going to go for better material. I hope to be good enough at sewing one day to make my own dresses and such to go out in and do shoots in. Cute clothing is so expensive these days. I would like to learn how to make corsets. It's a laborious process, but something that I think I would enjoy.
It's going rather slowly on the job front. It's to be expected though what with our economy being the current clusterfuck that it is. It's okay though because I have everything I need right now. I think people forget that we as humans are highly adaptable. If we go through some hard times we'll be able to weather the storm and come out the better for it.
Pictures of the hair to come tomorrow.
Go forth and comment!! The world needs more of me. That and it's been over THREE YEARS since I have had a set go live. Hear that? THREE YEARS!! To put it into perspective, last time I got a set accepted there were still less than five hundred Sg's (I think?) and I only got paid $300 for it. If it didn't get accepted though I wouldn't be bitter. I already have plans to shoot a set with candycrimson when I go up north. I could have been a little more keen on shooting for the site throughout the years. A lot of the shoots I do are not for Sg, so while I am a pretty busy little bee, it just doesn't seem like it here on SG in regards to modeling. Can you guys believe I have been here for almost five years? Wow. Time flies.
C'mon baby momma needs a new pair of everything!! I'm also selling things from my closet. It's awesome and it's cheap. Not my closet, but the contents that have come out of it that I am selling. All of it I have been unwilling to part with, but it's quite clear that I am not going to wear a lot of it anymore, so I would rather see them all go to homes where they will be worn and shown off, not stuffed in a closet drawer.
I had a job interview this morning. The position was selling various forms of insurance. It's not my bag and I am not going to take it, but every interview is a learning experience. I am a good sales person when I have faith in the product that I am selling. I don't have faith in insurance companies so I would not be able to, in good faith, sell insurance. I can sell good quality cosmetics and clothing though. I am good at that.
I have been thinking more and more about going into business for myself and just doing random odd things like tutoring people for the GED or helping kids with their homework. I would be really good at something like that.
Okay, well, I am off to exercise. My whole morning routine was thrown off by the interview. I hate when that happens too. I like my routines.
Thanks everyone who commented on my set!!
C'mon baby momma needs a new pair of everything!! I'm also selling things from my closet. It's awesome and it's cheap. Not my closet, but the contents that have come out of it that I am selling. All of it I have been unwilling to part with, but it's quite clear that I am not going to wear a lot of it anymore, so I would rather see them all go to homes where they will be worn and shown off, not stuffed in a closet drawer.
I had a job interview this morning. The position was selling various forms of insurance. It's not my bag and I am not going to take it, but every interview is a learning experience. I am a good sales person when I have faith in the product that I am selling. I don't have faith in insurance companies so I would not be able to, in good faith, sell insurance. I can sell good quality cosmetics and clothing though. I am good at that.
I have been thinking more and more about going into business for myself and just doing random odd things like tutoring people for the GED or helping kids with their homework. I would be really good at something like that.
Okay, well, I am off to exercise. My whole morning routine was thrown off by the interview. I hate when that happens too. I like my routines.
Thanks everyone who commented on my set!!
I have a set going up in member review tomorrow. 5.00pm if you're on the east coast, 4.00 pm if in Alabama, and 2.00pm if you're on the west coast. At least, that is how I think it works. Just keep checking the site. If you see a weird looking chick with a brown mohawk, that's me.
I've decided that I want pink boot laces. So far I have found purple boot laces, but no pink. If I don't find what I want I may have to buy white ones and dye them pink or settle for the purple ones. Either that or the desire to have hot pink bootlaces will subside. Doesn't mean I don't still need new laces though. Mine are hacked to bits. The problem is finding the correct size, since I have fourteen hole boots. All the cool boot laces seem to want to only fit 8-10 hole boots.
Speaking of boots:
Would any of you like to own a pair of Iggy memorabilia? Probably not. But on the off chance that you would though I am offering my original pair of Gripfast boots. They are worn through so I would not recommend buying them to wear yourself. They have a lot of history in them. If those boots could talk oh the stories they would tell!!! They were bought for me in 2003 by a former boyfriend and were pretty much on my feet every day until they finally kicked the bucket sometime last year. They have been repaired several times because I refused to get new ones. I just loved them so much. You can see them in both of my sets here on SG. I consider them my "lucky" boots because I got lucky in them many many many times. They have been to England, Germany, France, Texas, and walked miles all over New York City. They were my shit kickers. I am pretty convinced they were the reason I never got raped, mugged, or generally accosted when I was homeless. Alas however I have a new pair of shit kickers that I am breaking in and making "lucky".
I am asking $10 plus $5 shipping. I will even sign them for you.
As you can most likely tell I am still raising money for my impending journey up north. Only 16 more days until I get on a jet plane and leave for good old New Jersey!! My panties are wet I am so excited!!
I want to change the color of my hair. I can't stand what it looks like right now. Any suggestions? Here is a picture I just took to give you an idea.
It's a beautiful day out. I think I shall go to the park with the Wolf to the Gang.
I've decided that I want pink boot laces. So far I have found purple boot laces, but no pink. If I don't find what I want I may have to buy white ones and dye them pink or settle for the purple ones. Either that or the desire to have hot pink bootlaces will subside. Doesn't mean I don't still need new laces though. Mine are hacked to bits. The problem is finding the correct size, since I have fourteen hole boots. All the cool boot laces seem to want to only fit 8-10 hole boots.
Speaking of boots:
Would any of you like to own a pair of Iggy memorabilia? Probably not. But on the off chance that you would though I am offering my original pair of Gripfast boots. They are worn through so I would not recommend buying them to wear yourself. They have a lot of history in them. If those boots could talk oh the stories they would tell!!! They were bought for me in 2003 by a former boyfriend and were pretty much on my feet every day until they finally kicked the bucket sometime last year. They have been repaired several times because I refused to get new ones. I just loved them so much. You can see them in both of my sets here on SG. I consider them my "lucky" boots because I got lucky in them many many many times. They have been to England, Germany, France, Texas, and walked miles all over New York City. They were my shit kickers. I am pretty convinced they were the reason I never got raped, mugged, or generally accosted when I was homeless. Alas however I have a new pair of shit kickers that I am breaking in and making "lucky".
I am asking $10 plus $5 shipping. I will even sign them for you.
As you can most likely tell I am still raising money for my impending journey up north. Only 16 more days until I get on a jet plane and leave for good old New Jersey!! My panties are wet I am so excited!!
I want to change the color of my hair. I can't stand what it looks like right now. Any suggestions? Here is a picture I just took to give you an idea.
It's a beautiful day out. I think I shall go to the park with the Wolf to the Gang.
I got my period today!! *does the happy 'I'm not knocked up' dance*
A lot of people ask why I don't really smile in any of my sets. For those of you that indeed ponder that very issue: behold! My smile!!
It's scary right? I remember one time a photographer was like, "Ok why don't you smile?" so I did. He promptly told me never to smile again. Smiling is just an awkward activity for me because it means opening up my fucked up tea stained teeth to the world. See, I like to grin and smirk because grinning and smirking doesn't require showing teeth, but Lord help me if I have to smile. It's just not natural for me unless I am laughing at something, and even then I tend to laugh with my mouth closed.
I joined webook the other day. I've already been getting feedback on the few poems I have up and I plan on adding more.
I have a job interview tomorrow for a full time bank teller position. Wish me luck! I could use the money!
A lot of people ask why I don't really smile in any of my sets. For those of you that indeed ponder that very issue: behold! My smile!!
It's scary right? I remember one time a photographer was like, "Ok why don't you smile?" so I did. He promptly told me never to smile again. Smiling is just an awkward activity for me because it means opening up my fucked up tea stained teeth to the world. See, I like to grin and smirk because grinning and smirking doesn't require showing teeth, but Lord help me if I have to smile. It's just not natural for me unless I am laughing at something, and even then I tend to laugh with my mouth closed.
I joined webook the other day. I've already been getting feedback on the few poems I have up and I plan on adding more.
I have a job interview tomorrow for a full time bank teller position. Wish me luck! I could use the money!
Dude, where's my period?
If any of you see my period could you please tell her that I miss her and want her to come back? Thanks!!
I have the pimples, I had the mood swings and the headaches, I even have the cramps, but no period. What. The. Fuck. Let's just get it over with already!! C'mon Aunt Flo!! I've got maxi pads and tampons all ready for you!!
Speaking of maxi pads and tampons, I am thinking of trying out lunapads. This might be TMI for the male members of the audience, but I really loathe disposable pads and panty liners. Also, lunapads come in neat colors and are cottony soft 'cause they're made of cotton!!
The bail out didn't get approved. I am kind of glad. If the president is so dead set against providing uninsured kids health insurance because it's 'socialist' then why would he want to bail out the banks because they made really poor business decisions? Let the bad businesses fail. It's a different time than it was back in 1929. While we are set for some rough times ahead I don't think we'll all be living in Hoovervilles like they did in the '30's. There were certain policies that were put into place after the Depression to make sure that something of that magnitude would never happen again. That is not to say that a recession is not possible, but if we want to experience the good times that come with a free market economy then we have to be willing to get through the low points as well. That is the way capitalism works. It's not like all of the sudden praying to god on your deathbed after being a life long Atheist just so you could get into heaven. It just doesn't work like that.
I don't want my tax dollars going to bail out big corporations who made clearly lousy business decisions. I would rather have it go to the kids without health care.
A rather good side effect of this awful state of everything though is the fact that Wachovia was "eaten by Citigroup for breakfast". As some of you may know, I had an awful experience with them concerning a snafu on my account which was not my fault. Long story short, they gave me my money back until I closed the account. At which point they re-opened my account without my consent and charged me 25.00 in over draft fees. Well I fought those bastards tooth and nail for months until they caved. I have the letter to prove it. And now they're going down!!! Bam!!!
Cue The Clash: I fought Wachovia and I won, I fought Wachovia and I won!!
If any of you see my period could you please tell her that I miss her and want her to come back? Thanks!!
I have the pimples, I had the mood swings and the headaches, I even have the cramps, but no period. What. The. Fuck. Let's just get it over with already!! C'mon Aunt Flo!! I've got maxi pads and tampons all ready for you!!
Speaking of maxi pads and tampons, I am thinking of trying out lunapads. This might be TMI for the male members of the audience, but I really loathe disposable pads and panty liners. Also, lunapads come in neat colors and are cottony soft 'cause they're made of cotton!!
The bail out didn't get approved. I am kind of glad. If the president is so dead set against providing uninsured kids health insurance because it's 'socialist' then why would he want to bail out the banks because they made really poor business decisions? Let the bad businesses fail. It's a different time than it was back in 1929. While we are set for some rough times ahead I don't think we'll all be living in Hoovervilles like they did in the '30's. There were certain policies that were put into place after the Depression to make sure that something of that magnitude would never happen again. That is not to say that a recession is not possible, but if we want to experience the good times that come with a free market economy then we have to be willing to get through the low points as well. That is the way capitalism works. It's not like all of the sudden praying to god on your deathbed after being a life long Atheist just so you could get into heaven. It just doesn't work like that.
I don't want my tax dollars going to bail out big corporations who made clearly lousy business decisions. I would rather have it go to the kids without health care.
A rather good side effect of this awful state of everything though is the fact that Wachovia was "eaten by Citigroup for breakfast". As some of you may know, I had an awful experience with them concerning a snafu on my account which was not my fault. Long story short, they gave me my money back until I closed the account. At which point they re-opened my account without my consent and charged me 25.00 in over draft fees. Well I fought those bastards tooth and nail for months until they caved. I have the letter to prove it. And now they're going down!!! Bam!!!
Cue The Clash: I fought Wachovia and I won, I fought Wachovia and I won!!
I promised myself the other day that I would write at least one page a day. I am sick of starting stories and not finishing them or becoming overwhelmed by them and their possibilities. So I am going to do one page a day of the same story. If I can do more great, but I am going to force myself to squeeze out at least one page. That way the task of writing something really substantial does not seem as daunting and so therefore I am enjoying it more.
When I was a young teenager I would spend hours after school and late into the night writing. It was my anti drug. I used writing as a form of escapism. After I got a car and friends though writing was put on the back burner and remained there as I fell deeper into the trappings of a generally promiscuous and self destructive lifestyle. It took two years of me being drug free and drinking 95% less than I used to to have the desire to write come back to me.
And come back it did!! It feels awesome!!
I am currently writing R0nin a vampire story because through talking with him we discovered we had basically the same vampire fantasies. Speaking of R0nin, he has not been around to chat with me on AIM because he discovered WoW.
Usually when I write I stop what I am doing in a fit of depression thinking, 'Why I am doing this!? No one will ever read it! What's the point!!' But now I have a point so it's all good.
I am considering re-entering the work force. I was offered an interview at a bank the other day. It would be full time so I would have to put Wolfie in daycare, but I think he could really use interaction with other children his age. That and we could really use the money. Also, I like working. As much as I cherish this time at home I generally feel useless and don't like the fact that I am not bringing any money in. I don't know how easy it's going to be to find a job in this poor excuse for an economy, but trying is the first step towards failure they say.
I had another go at making biscuits last night. Third time's a charm for it was an epic win! I just finished my last two for breakfast and am considering making another batch they were so delicious. I know bleached flour isn't very good for you, but damn biscuits are good.
You should really buy some prints!! Again, I hate whoring myself out, but I am still trying to raise money for my trip back north. Help Iggy have a good time!!!!!
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When I was a young teenager I would spend hours after school and late into the night writing. It was my anti drug. I used writing as a form of escapism. After I got a car and friends though writing was put on the back burner and remained there as I fell deeper into the trappings of a generally promiscuous and self destructive lifestyle. It took two years of me being drug free and drinking 95% less than I used to to have the desire to write come back to me.
And come back it did!! It feels awesome!!
I am currently writing R0nin a vampire story because through talking with him we discovered we had basically the same vampire fantasies. Speaking of R0nin, he has not been around to chat with me on AIM because he discovered WoW.
Usually when I write I stop what I am doing in a fit of depression thinking, 'Why I am doing this!? No one will ever read it! What's the point!!' But now I have a point so it's all good.
I am considering re-entering the work force. I was offered an interview at a bank the other day. It would be full time so I would have to put Wolfie in daycare, but I think he could really use interaction with other children his age. That and we could really use the money. Also, I like working. As much as I cherish this time at home I generally feel useless and don't like the fact that I am not bringing any money in. I don't know how easy it's going to be to find a job in this poor excuse for an economy, but trying is the first step towards failure they say.
I had another go at making biscuits last night. Third time's a charm for it was an epic win! I just finished my last two for breakfast and am considering making another batch they were so delicious. I know bleached flour isn't very good for you, but damn biscuits are good.
You should really buy some prints!! Again, I hate whoring myself out, but I am still trying to raise money for my trip back north. Help Iggy have a good time!!!!!
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The snake bite is doing well. Thank you all so much for your concern and well wishes!!
Someone should come dye my hair. I want it to be black with chunky green highlights. I am so not talented in the area of the aesthetic arts. I can basically dye my hair one color, any more than that and I get mildly confused in a special kind of way.
I hate my hair the way it is now. I can't seem to get it in any kind of shape that I like either so I keep hiding it behind a skully hair scarf wrapped around my head. If only the hair on my head grew as fast as my eye brows I would be all set.
I entered a debt rehabilitation program yesterday for my student loans that I thought were getting paid but weren't. It feels good to get that monkey off my back. I learned though that when your parents are divorced you have to take everything they say with a grain of salt and even if you are only a senior in high school you shouldn't take everything at face value and read all the fine print.
If you don't know the story behind my accidental debt read on:
Someone should come dye my hair. I want it to be black with chunky green highlights. I am so not talented in the area of the aesthetic arts. I can basically dye my hair one color, any more than that and I get mildly confused in a special kind of way.
I hate my hair the way it is now. I can't seem to get it in any kind of shape that I like either so I keep hiding it behind a skully hair scarf wrapped around my head. If only the hair on my head grew as fast as my eye brows I would be all set.
I entered a debt rehabilitation program yesterday for my student loans that I thought were getting paid but weren't. It feels good to get that monkey off my back. I learned though that when your parents are divorced you have to take everything they say with a grain of salt and even if you are only a senior in high school you shouldn't take everything at face value and read all the fine print.
If you don't know the story behind my accidental debt read on:
My friend Jennifer, who is a born and raised southern gal, taught me how to make biscuits last week. She makes the most excellent biscuits. I have been following her recipe exactly but I seem to just end up with cooked wads of flour. Hard tack if you will. Epic fail. I think I can not achieve delicious golden biscuit status because I am not southern. I am pretty sure that people born here are born with some sort of magic pixie dust that just falls into their biscuit batter and makes them irresistible.
I was born in New Jersey. I wonder what kind of magic pixie dust we're born with?
I got bit by a snake today. Don't worry, it wasn't poisonous.
I had a shoot today with two photographers and they had invited some people from the Alabama Reptile Rescue to bring some snakes to pose with. I like snakes and was excited to be using a few of them as "props". Well anywho, one of the pythons they had decided it didn't like me and took a bite out of two of my fingers. She was a smaller snake so the wound is not terribly big or bothersome. It hurt like a bitch though.
The little bastard that bit me.
And we were working together so well.....
I'm wearing it as a badge on honor though, this snake bite. I have been bitten by so many kinds of animals, horses, cats, dogs, various species of rodents, birds, but never a snake.
I had to get back on the horse, or so the saying goes, and they gave me an even larger snake to play with. This one didn't feel like biting my face off. However, the snake handlers noticed that he was getting a little "excited" while posing with me. Perhaps he wanted to create a brood of strange Iggy/Python hybrids.
Now onto less serpentine matters...
I spent the weekend painting furniture black and red. We picked up a dresser at the charity thrift store for $20. It was pretty beat up on the outside, but we could tell that it was a solid piece of furniture and that it just needed a little bit of TLC. We painted it black and the drawers we painted red and now it looks good as new!! And much more hip than before!! After that I went on a little furniture painting spree and re-painted the kitchen table black so it would match the dresser that we now use as a TV stand.
Having things match excites me.
Also, buying things second hand excites me. I like having things that have been used. I like things that have history. I like being able to hold something and feel all the other people that have touched it before me. Also, older furniture tends to be made more from real wood than particle board or plywood and so therefore more durable. Also, recycling is good.
The thrift store that we got the dresser at is the most amazing thrift store on the planet. It has aisles of shoes, rows of old electronics like type writers, VCR's, and computers left behind from the dark ages. Racks as far as the eye can see full of dresses, jeans, old uniforms, sheets, blankets, and pants. It has an entire section for furniture and a small make shift room of televisions. It's like the department store of thrift stores. One could spend a day in there and only cover half the store. That is how amazing this place is.
I like thrift stores, once I get passed the musty dead old people smell that usually accompanies them. I like to have things that have character, and you can usually find things with character at a thrift store.
I had a shoot today with two photographers and they had invited some people from the Alabama Reptile Rescue to bring some snakes to pose with. I like snakes and was excited to be using a few of them as "props". Well anywho, one of the pythons they had decided it didn't like me and took a bite out of two of my fingers. She was a smaller snake so the wound is not terribly big or bothersome. It hurt like a bitch though.
The little bastard that bit me.
And we were working together so well.....
I'm wearing it as a badge on honor though, this snake bite. I have been bitten by so many kinds of animals, horses, cats, dogs, various species of rodents, birds, but never a snake.
I had to get back on the horse, or so the saying goes, and they gave me an even larger snake to play with. This one didn't feel like biting my face off. However, the snake handlers noticed that he was getting a little "excited" while posing with me. Perhaps he wanted to create a brood of strange Iggy/Python hybrids.
Now onto less serpentine matters...
I spent the weekend painting furniture black and red. We picked up a dresser at the charity thrift store for $20. It was pretty beat up on the outside, but we could tell that it was a solid piece of furniture and that it just needed a little bit of TLC. We painted it black and the drawers we painted red and now it looks good as new!! And much more hip than before!! After that I went on a little furniture painting spree and re-painted the kitchen table black so it would match the dresser that we now use as a TV stand.
Having things match excites me.
Also, buying things second hand excites me. I like having things that have been used. I like things that have history. I like being able to hold something and feel all the other people that have touched it before me. Also, older furniture tends to be made more from real wood than particle board or plywood and so therefore more durable. Also, recycling is good.
The thrift store that we got the dresser at is the most amazing thrift store on the planet. It has aisles of shoes, rows of old electronics like type writers, VCR's, and computers left behind from the dark ages. Racks as far as the eye can see full of dresses, jeans, old uniforms, sheets, blankets, and pants. It has an entire section for furniture and a small make shift room of televisions. It's like the department store of thrift stores. One could spend a day in there and only cover half the store. That is how amazing this place is.
I like thrift stores, once I get passed the musty dead old people smell that usually accompanies them. I like to have things that have character, and you can usually find things with character at a thrift store.
You know you want it.
I'm still selling prints and bookmarks to help raise some fundage for my trip up north to my best friends wedding. I'm also going through my cd's and DVD's and clothes to see what I can sell. I've been applying for jobs too, but it's hard to find employers that are willing to work around mine and dkmfc's hectic schedules. I am hoping to work some sort of holiday job to help raise yet even more money for Christmas.
Got some good news on the set I uploaded to MR recently: It will be going up on October 3rd at 2 o'clock pm pacific time. Check it yo.
I have nothing else really substantial to report on so I will leave you with cartoon parodies of Orson Welles.
