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March 29th, 2008
07:15 pm - tonight: high school humiliations revisited
Tonight is LAW SCHOOL PROM! I have a vintage yellow dress (that I took the hem up on today) and a grey velvet clutch (that I made today) and GOLD SHOES and my blue coat (that I mended today).
I'm a crafty mofo. And as my reward, I'm taking tickets from my fellow students for the first hour or so of the prom. I hope my feet don't die.
The point is, I've been watching The Mummy Returns and The Scorpion King, because, you know, they're on, and they're AWESOME. Especially The Scorpion King, what with the Rock going into slooooo moooooshun every time he starts fighting. Fabulous. I love that man.
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September 7th, 2007
07:29 pm
LAW SCHOOOOOOOOOL law school law school law school. Was there ever anything else in my life? I don't know- maybe I should ask my LAW SCHOOL BOYFRIEND to find out. (I do not have one of these.) Peej is coming to live with us, so we're clearing out a room in which to acclimate him. My phone is dead dead dead, so if anyone wants to contact me they should e-mail because I check my e-mail five billion times a day. Also, please make your Scrabulous move. You know who you are.
I finally got around to watching the JT concert on HBO, and it was delicious, although I wish there had been less scantily-clad ladies and more scantily-clad JT. Watching it made me want to learn dance moves, not the skanky girl dancer moves but the smooth boy dancer moves. My feelings towards JT are aspirational. As ri says, I am clearly a lesbian.
I'm crocheting a lot lately. If anyone wants anything handmade for Christmas, please so state NOW so that I can get it in the queue. Thank you.
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July 16th, 2007
11:01 pm
I putz around on craft sites with embarrassing regularity, and while putzing found this one by a textile artist in Japan. Her sweaters are very chunky and textural, very neat (if not really my style), but some of her crocheted work is fabulous. The screen in the entry I linked is definitely something I want to copy use as inspiration for a curtain; maybe for the bedroom or the living room. (I also want her collection of crochet motif books.)
Otherwise... life continues apace. I look forward to leaving work and camping with the fam in August.
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March 31st, 2007
08:26 am - I joined Wardrobe Refashion.
I, Ursula Owen, pledge that I shall abstain from the purchase of "new" manufactured items of clothing, for the period of 2 months. I pledge that i shall refashion, renovate, recycle preloved items for myself with my own hands in fabric, yarn or other medium for the term of my contract. I pledge that I will share the love and post a photo of my refashioned, renovoated, recylcled, crafted or created item of clothing on the Wardrobe Refashion blog, so that others may share the joy that thy thriftyness brings! Signed, Urs.
First post is here.
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March 16th, 2007
05:16 pm - hmmm.
Mornings when Nick isn't here have this strange lucidity to them. I get up, and instead of this constant background apprehension of when he's going to get up, what he's going to do, etc. etc., I have the house all to myself. The only sounds I hear are ones that I make. I'm the only one flipping switches. Much as I love the boy, it's nice to have this zen calm in the morning. (It also helps that I no longer spend twenty minutes every morning doing hair and makeup.)
So my beloved Shuffle hit this sweet spot on the bus this morning, and I got these:
1.) Hounds of Love, by the Futureheads
2.) The Swimmer, by Sleater-Kinney
3.) ... damn, now I can't remember.
Anyway, the point is that The Swimmer is such an atypically simple Sleater-Kinney song, and so completely centered in a female viewpoint. I've loved it ever since I got The Hot Rock in '99. I don't listen to the radio much these days, but whenever it's The End or Kube it seems like all of the songs are about sex or love or some variant of gender relations, so the quiet, singular reflection of this song is really refreshing. I think I'm in a place right now where sex doesn't sell to me, which isn't to say that I'm not interested in sex, but that I'm not interested in other people's sex, especially the manufactured kind sold in pop music.
I've been reading a lot of craft blogs lately; one happens across a lot of stay-at-home moms with blogs about the clothes they made for their kids, but every once in a while it's just a single woman who loves making things, loves the creative aspects of it. How lovely.
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