Heard, over meatballs, at IKEA:
Tiffany: "The cars down there are so tiny!"
Maia: "We're so high up!"
Tiffany: "It's like they're toys!"
Maia: "It's like we're on a plane! And look at the view!"
Tiffany: "What a beautiful day to be at IKEA!"
In our defense, IKEA does have a surprisingly gorgeous view of the hills.
Seen, online, googling "where is the best place to exchange money":
What to Do with Leftover Currency
In most cases, you'll have some foreign currency left over by the time you're ready to return home. Here's what you can do with it:
Spend it on gifts for yourselves, friends, or family at the airport dutyfree shop
Donate it to charity. Find a place to do this at the airport or send it to UNICEF's Change for Good program, which helps children around the world
Convert it back to your local currency at the airport
Exchange it when you get home
Keep it as a souvenir of your trip
I can't deal with how stupid they must think I am. "Oh, goodness me, my trip is over, and I still have money in the currency of the country I'm visiting. Heavens, what on earth shall I do with it! It's completely useless at home! I suppose I'll just throw it in this trash can in the Ladies'. No use toting home all this useless paper in my Chanel handbag!"
I continued to follow some links to hopefully find something more useful, i.e., a measured examination of whether one would get a better exchange rate at a bank or American Express, or at an airport, or somewhere in the town we're going in Mexico, etc. Instead, I came up with this enlightening paragraph:
If you are planning to travel abroad in the near future, you will probably need some local currency. That is where a currency exchange service comes in. Currency exchange is when you trade currency from one country to the equivalent monetary value in the currency of another country. A currency exchange service will take your dollars and give you the equivalent value in Euros for example.
Oh my god! So that's what this whole so-called "currency exchange" shit is about. And look at this:
If the currency you are trading is volatile relative to your local currency, it is possible to lose money in the transaction and the values of the currencies fluctuate
Wow. This is like, so complicated.
I'm sorry. Maybe I underestimate the travel experience of the average person. I've heard there are people out there who never travel at all, not even to another state.
Seen, online:
So, I guess everyone reads this blog already, but I did think this was pretty darn funny:
http://gofugyourself.typepad.com/go_fug_yourself/2006/05/fugga_herzigova.html
Oddly, I feel like it's actually so close to being pretty, if it just. . . well, was actually there. Instead it's just very amusing.
Friday, May 26, 2006
Thursday, May 18, 2006
condo
my dad's condo. move in somebody, please, before my parents drive each other crazy.
http://seattle.craigslist.org/apa/161987139.html
http://seattle.craigslist.org/apa/161987139.html
bran muffins
so i had this dream about bran muffins last night, and then, when i got to work, THERE THEY WERE in the 250 lounge! for the taking!
am i psychic?
am i psychic?
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
keys
someone left his or her keys in the bathroom. it's so cute how they're obviously IHUM freshman keys. There are three keys, and there uses are are extremely obvious and familiar: there is a bike lock key, a dorm room key, and a post office box key. No car keys, no Stanford building keys, nothing. Oh, for when life was simple.
On my keychain? One car key, one key to building 250, one key to the English Dept, one key to John Bender's office (okay, I really should give that back), bike lock key, two keys to house in Seattle, one of which doesn't work, two mysterious keys, one of which should open my uncle's house but neither work; and one Stanford Alumni Assoc. key bob thingy. Oh, and my old PO Box key, which, worryingly, still works (I tried it a few months ago). I guess I should clean out my keys, huh.
On my keychain? One car key, one key to building 250, one key to the English Dept, one key to John Bender's office (okay, I really should give that back), bike lock key, two keys to house in Seattle, one of which doesn't work, two mysterious keys, one of which should open my uncle's house but neither work; and one Stanford Alumni Assoc. key bob thingy. Oh, and my old PO Box key, which, worryingly, still works (I tried it a few months ago). I guess I should clean out my keys, huh.
Friday, May 12, 2006
bored (and being more boring by calling this post 'bored')
I'm really bored. If you hadn't picked up on that by the fact that this is my third post today. I went to the Spring Faire very briefly, but I was disappointed when I realized that 1) neither of bonsai tents had the kind of bonsai I'm looking for; 2) There were no magical lily earrings for sale of the variety described earlier; and 3) most of the other stuff really isn't worth the money. Which means none of it is worth the money.
Today I have also done filing, and eaten a chocolate chip cookie, which seems to be making my stomach swell up to twice it's normal size, which happens whenever I eat anything lately. Do ulcers make your stomach swell up?
To show you how bored I am, I am going to quote you a piece of an ad in the Stanford Daily:
"If it's polentas you crave, you only need to remember one word, Trellis. Trellis is Itllaian [sic] for "unforgettable polenta."
It's a trademark to how stupid I'm becoming that I actually thought "trellis" meant "unforgettable polenta" for a good five minutes until I actually thought about it. Spelling errors aside (which are probably the fault of the Daily and not the strange person who is being quoted), does this make ANY sense? Can you even say "polentas"?
Today I have also done filing, and eaten a chocolate chip cookie, which seems to be making my stomach swell up to twice it's normal size, which happens whenever I eat anything lately. Do ulcers make your stomach swell up?
To show you how bored I am, I am going to quote you a piece of an ad in the Stanford Daily:
"If it's polentas you crave, you only need to remember one word, Trellis. Trellis is Itllaian [sic] for "unforgettable polenta."
It's a trademark to how stupid I'm becoming that I actually thought "trellis" meant "unforgettable polenta" for a good five minutes until I actually thought about it. Spelling errors aside (which are probably the fault of the Daily and not the strange person who is being quoted), does this make ANY sense? Can you even say "polentas"?
let's go!
musings
I can't say exactly why I feel discouraged. I think it goes something like this:
Since Jason and KS are getting married, there's all this confusion about when we're all going to move out of Partridge. The current thought is around August, but this creates all sorts of confusion. Dan suggested yesterday that we stick it out through August, since I will be leaving for Irvine in September, and that he might just go to London for the entire month of September and hope that Jason and KS had things sorted by the time he got back.
But Irvine doesn't start till about September 20th. So what am I going to do for like two weeks when Dan is gone, and Partridge doesn't exist any more? Go home and stay with my parents and get very depressed (inevitably I would, I'm sure)?. Go down to LA early, where I know exactly one person? Stay at my uncle's and hang out around Stanford (and get very depressed)? I don't see any good options.
So I turn to my usual conclusion when I feel rather un-needed and slightly friendless (yes, I know you all are my friends! but you're kind of scattered) and basically disinterested in anywhere that I normally live: I decide I should go to Europe. No real reason to be in America--then might as well go somewhere interesting. This isn't a total fantasy either--of course you probably all know that I talk about traveling (funded by my uncle) about three times a year, and basically never end up going, but hypothetically I COULD go.
This summer I'm supposed to teach myself German (I have gotten as far as "ich bin"--fluent already!), so my first thought was that I could go to Germany for a couple of weeks, as a kind of reward. But you know. . . I really want to go to England, or Ireland. (This also always happens to me when I think about traveling--I'll go learn French in Switzerland! Or . . . I could just go to England. Again.) I've wanted to go to Ireland for about my entire life, except for when I really wanted to go to Brazil until I learned that they had giant spiders.
What would be REALLY cool is to just kind of wander around the British Isles for a couple of weeks--aren't there supposed to be all kinds of walking tours? I looked into actual structured walking tours, briefly, but they're all for people who are 45+. Then I realized this was because young people just do it themselves.
And here comes the crux of the problem, which I have been thinking about one way or another since I was about 12 years old. Is it safe for me as a young woman to wander around England or Ireland by myself? I don't really know anyone else who would want to go. (at least I don't think I do). If it's not safe, you know, it really pisses me off. I feel like despite all the men-and-women are equal stuff I've grown up with, in some ways men are able to basically do whatever the hell they want, while women have to sit around and wait for something to happen, either to gather a large clump of women so they can all safely do something together, or for men to come along who will take them out.
Some examples:
1. When I was living in New York a couple of summers ago and my friend Greg was my roommate for awhile, he used to go and hang out in city all day, and do things like go to the pub where Dylan Thomas drank himself to death (am I getting these facts all wrong), and just like, chat with random people in the pub. Can I go talk to random people in a pub? For one, no, because I'm shy, but I feel like even if I wasn't, it would be weird.
2. When Dan is home in Croydon, he can take the train up to London to see his friends, and then walk back at home at like 3 am, drunk, alone. Could I wander around London at 3 am, alone and drunk? No.
3. When I was about twelve, my mom used to tell me I wasn't allowed to walk around the woodsy area near our house, because she had heard of rapists being somewhere around there (or something--it's always hard to tell with my mom how much is realistic and how much is paranoia). I think that was the first time I felt something wasn't fair--as a girl, was I never allowed to have introspective wanders in the woods? Was enjoying nature something I could only enjoy if I had a hypothetical boyfriend who was willing to indulge my mood? Plus, if he were there, how would it be introspective? It would defeat half the purpose.
This is all related to various feelings that have been floating around in my consciousness lately, I think partly because there are currently about 10 young Canadian men staying in my house at the moment, and that can't help but make me feel a little out of place. But let's take a look at the Bachelor/Bachelorette parties (there were essentially two of each of these, because there was the Bachelorette party/boys night out and the Bachelor party/girls night out, since everybody in the collective group is divided up into couples, more or less, and none of us know what to do with ourselves without the other half of the group around). Obviously I wasn't AT the Bachelor party, so I don't know exactly what went on, but there must have been at least 12 of them or so, and they went to some strip clubs in SF, there were some lapdances and such. The usual Bachelor party stuff. On the "boys night" they went out to some pubs and got absolutely trashed. For Bachelorette party, we had a bit to drink, played some games, went out to a club (but the club was actually kind of boring (don't tell that to anyone who arranged it)), and on the "girls night," we went to Nola's and had dinner and a couple drinks. On the whole, the girls nights were very tame. Too tame, if you ask me, though I guess it reflected the tastes of the brides. I guess I was frustrated by the vague feeling that when the boys went out they really had fun being boys, and while I had a nice time having a martini with KS at the Empire Tap Room before going to Nola's, I don't really feel like the girls had a really good time being cohesively girly. Actually I think on some level I'm not making sense, and that 1) I wasn't with the boys so I don't know how much fun they had, and 2) this may have less to do with gender differences than with the girls I know right now. It's true that in a lot of ways the groups of girls I end up hanging out with, especially recently, tend to be a little more tame and modest than I would ultimately prefer. Certainly I'm not a wild person, by any means, but I think that's kind of the point--at a Bachelorette party, you're supposed to take the opportunity to be a little wild while you can, even if it's not a fundamental facet of your personality. Maybe they've just gotten all their wildness out already, because they're older than me.
On another note, I think the idealized female is basically supposed to sit around romantically and look pretty until a man shows up and infuses her life with meaning (because that of course is traditionally the story that is told). I don't consider myself particularly a feminist--I don't MIND sitting around and looking pretty, exactly. At least I don't mind the idea of it. In fact I rather like the idea of being some kind of idealized beautiful female person. But in practice? It's really boring. What are you supposed to think about when you're sitting around looking pretty? And why should you waste your life sitting around and looking pretty when you're missing out on all these cool things the guys are doing? I know this is a very old idea, and I'm not blaming anyone for it, particularly, I'm just kind of frustrated. And bored. And tired of sitting around. This is probably all partly related to me feeling generally bored of my life, and starting to understand how all those women in the late nineteenth century or so would have all these nervous problems or hysteria or whatnot. Not having anything to put my mind to eventually will make me absolutely CRAZY. I keep thinking about that Charlotte Perkins Gilman story (is that the right author?) "The Yellow Wallpaper."
So about wandering around England--should I just say fuck it, and GO, safe or not? (Keeping in mind that this is a two-hour old idea, and might wear off over the next 24 hours--I always have to give ideas at least a week to figure out if they're good or just stupid). But still. I don't want to get mugged and raped in the English countryside, fair or not. (I also don't want to get robbed at gunpoint, which apparently happened ON STANFORD CAMPUS a couple days ago). I will ponder.
Since Jason and KS are getting married, there's all this confusion about when we're all going to move out of Partridge. The current thought is around August, but this creates all sorts of confusion. Dan suggested yesterday that we stick it out through August, since I will be leaving for Irvine in September, and that he might just go to London for the entire month of September and hope that Jason and KS had things sorted by the time he got back.
But Irvine doesn't start till about September 20th. So what am I going to do for like two weeks when Dan is gone, and Partridge doesn't exist any more? Go home and stay with my parents and get very depressed (inevitably I would, I'm sure)?. Go down to LA early, where I know exactly one person? Stay at my uncle's and hang out around Stanford (and get very depressed)? I don't see any good options.
So I turn to my usual conclusion when I feel rather un-needed and slightly friendless (yes, I know you all are my friends! but you're kind of scattered) and basically disinterested in anywhere that I normally live: I decide I should go to Europe. No real reason to be in America--then might as well go somewhere interesting. This isn't a total fantasy either--of course you probably all know that I talk about traveling (funded by my uncle) about three times a year, and basically never end up going, but hypothetically I COULD go.
This summer I'm supposed to teach myself German (I have gotten as far as "ich bin"--fluent already!), so my first thought was that I could go to Germany for a couple of weeks, as a kind of reward. But you know. . . I really want to go to England, or Ireland. (This also always happens to me when I think about traveling--I'll go learn French in Switzerland! Or . . . I could just go to England. Again.) I've wanted to go to Ireland for about my entire life, except for when I really wanted to go to Brazil until I learned that they had giant spiders.
What would be REALLY cool is to just kind of wander around the British Isles for a couple of weeks--aren't there supposed to be all kinds of walking tours? I looked into actual structured walking tours, briefly, but they're all for people who are 45+. Then I realized this was because young people just do it themselves.
And here comes the crux of the problem, which I have been thinking about one way or another since I was about 12 years old. Is it safe for me as a young woman to wander around England or Ireland by myself? I don't really know anyone else who would want to go. (at least I don't think I do). If it's not safe, you know, it really pisses me off. I feel like despite all the men-and-women are equal stuff I've grown up with, in some ways men are able to basically do whatever the hell they want, while women have to sit around and wait for something to happen, either to gather a large clump of women so they can all safely do something together, or for men to come along who will take them out.
Some examples:
1. When I was living in New York a couple of summers ago and my friend Greg was my roommate for awhile, he used to go and hang out in city all day, and do things like go to the pub where Dylan Thomas drank himself to death (am I getting these facts all wrong), and just like, chat with random people in the pub. Can I go talk to random people in a pub? For one, no, because I'm shy, but I feel like even if I wasn't, it would be weird.
2. When Dan is home in Croydon, he can take the train up to London to see his friends, and then walk back at home at like 3 am, drunk, alone. Could I wander around London at 3 am, alone and drunk? No.
3. When I was about twelve, my mom used to tell me I wasn't allowed to walk around the woodsy area near our house, because she had heard of rapists being somewhere around there (or something--it's always hard to tell with my mom how much is realistic and how much is paranoia). I think that was the first time I felt something wasn't fair--as a girl, was I never allowed to have introspective wanders in the woods? Was enjoying nature something I could only enjoy if I had a hypothetical boyfriend who was willing to indulge my mood? Plus, if he were there, how would it be introspective? It would defeat half the purpose.
This is all related to various feelings that have been floating around in my consciousness lately, I think partly because there are currently about 10 young Canadian men staying in my house at the moment, and that can't help but make me feel a little out of place. But let's take a look at the Bachelor/Bachelorette parties (there were essentially two of each of these, because there was the Bachelorette party/boys night out and the Bachelor party/girls night out, since everybody in the collective group is divided up into couples, more or less, and none of us know what to do with ourselves without the other half of the group around). Obviously I wasn't AT the Bachelor party, so I don't know exactly what went on, but there must have been at least 12 of them or so, and they went to some strip clubs in SF, there were some lapdances and such. The usual Bachelor party stuff. On the "boys night" they went out to some pubs and got absolutely trashed. For Bachelorette party, we had a bit to drink, played some games, went out to a club (but the club was actually kind of boring (don't tell that to anyone who arranged it)), and on the "girls night," we went to Nola's and had dinner and a couple drinks. On the whole, the girls nights were very tame. Too tame, if you ask me, though I guess it reflected the tastes of the brides. I guess I was frustrated by the vague feeling that when the boys went out they really had fun being boys, and while I had a nice time having a martini with KS at the Empire Tap Room before going to Nola's, I don't really feel like the girls had a really good time being cohesively girly. Actually I think on some level I'm not making sense, and that 1) I wasn't with the boys so I don't know how much fun they had, and 2) this may have less to do with gender differences than with the girls I know right now. It's true that in a lot of ways the groups of girls I end up hanging out with, especially recently, tend to be a little more tame and modest than I would ultimately prefer. Certainly I'm not a wild person, by any means, but I think that's kind of the point--at a Bachelorette party, you're supposed to take the opportunity to be a little wild while you can, even if it's not a fundamental facet of your personality. Maybe they've just gotten all their wildness out already, because they're older than me.
On another note, I think the idealized female is basically supposed to sit around romantically and look pretty until a man shows up and infuses her life with meaning (because that of course is traditionally the story that is told). I don't consider myself particularly a feminist--I don't MIND sitting around and looking pretty, exactly. At least I don't mind the idea of it. In fact I rather like the idea of being some kind of idealized beautiful female person. But in practice? It's really boring. What are you supposed to think about when you're sitting around looking pretty? And why should you waste your life sitting around and looking pretty when you're missing out on all these cool things the guys are doing? I know this is a very old idea, and I'm not blaming anyone for it, particularly, I'm just kind of frustrated. And bored. And tired of sitting around. This is probably all partly related to me feeling generally bored of my life, and starting to understand how all those women in the late nineteenth century or so would have all these nervous problems or hysteria or whatnot. Not having anything to put my mind to eventually will make me absolutely CRAZY. I keep thinking about that Charlotte Perkins Gilman story (is that the right author?) "The Yellow Wallpaper."
So about wandering around England--should I just say fuck it, and GO, safe or not? (Keeping in mind that this is a two-hour old idea, and might wear off over the next 24 hours--I always have to give ideas at least a week to figure out if they're good or just stupid). But still. I don't want to get mugged and raped in the English countryside, fair or not. (I also don't want to get robbed at gunpoint, which apparently happened ON STANFORD CAMPUS a couple days ago). I will ponder.
Hmm.
Wednesday, May 10, 2006
sandals
i've come to the conclusion that flip flops exacerbate my foot problem. and so i've been investigating alternatives. this might mean *the horror* "comfortable shoes."
pain. as i look at sandals on anthropologie, all i see is pain, in its various forms: blisters, as all those straps rub against bare skin. twisted ankles. aching feet. pain, pain, all sandals look like PAIN, not like HAPPY SUMMER, which is what sandals should look like.
Is this the only option?
http://store.nordstrom.com/product/product_brandboutique.asp?styleid=2885516&boutique=sandal_shop_women&category
=2376778~2372808~2372949~2372955&NextStyleID=
2885520&PrevStyleID=2897994
please world, spare me from the specter of my fourteen year old self! please restore the possibility of sexy feet!
pain. as i look at sandals on anthropologie, all i see is pain, in its various forms: blisters, as all those straps rub against bare skin. twisted ankles. aching feet. pain, pain, all sandals look like PAIN, not like HAPPY SUMMER, which is what sandals should look like.
Is this the only option?
http://store.nordstrom.com/product/product_brandboutique.asp?styleid=2885516&boutique=sandal_shop_women&category
=2376778~2372808~2372949~2372955&NextStyleID=
2885520&PrevStyleID=2897994
please world, spare me from the specter of my fourteen year old self! please restore the possibility of sexy feet!
Tuesday, May 09, 2006
more wedding outfit mania
okay. I fixed the blog so it doesn't look so weird. as an update on the whole wedding-outfit-drama, which I KNOW has you all on the edge of your seats, I spent a good two hours online today looking for the perfect earrings. The perfect earrings would, hypothetically, fulfill the following criteria:
1) include both silver and gold
2) be lightweight
3) cost less than $30
4) arrive by friday
5) include the motif of the LILY in some way
Surprisingly, I actually found good candidates:
http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=4962746117&category=86077
http://www.razorthinmargins.com/0/910111.html
Unfortuately, shopping online at this point is all kind of a waste of time anyway, because to get things friday I'd almost certainly have to do overnight shipping, which costs, oh, about a zillion dollars.
I have yet another idea about this outfit, which is that it would be nice to have some yellow ribbon for my hair, or maybe yellow cord, in a kind of headband with two strings, except pinned down. But I might not be able to deal with finding it.
Random weirdness: apparently health insurance has specifications like: "must be 64 3/4 years or younger." Apparently when I counted those "7 3/4" when I was seven, it really meant something.
1) include both silver and gold
2) be lightweight
3) cost less than $30
4) arrive by friday
5) include the motif of the LILY in some way
Surprisingly, I actually found good candidates:
http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=4962746117&category=86077
http://www.razorthinmargins.com/0/910111.html
Unfortuately, shopping online at this point is all kind of a waste of time anyway, because to get things friday I'd almost certainly have to do overnight shipping, which costs, oh, about a zillion dollars.
I have yet another idea about this outfit, which is that it would be nice to have some yellow ribbon for my hair, or maybe yellow cord, in a kind of headband with two strings, except pinned down. But I might not be able to deal with finding it.
Random weirdness: apparently health insurance has specifications like: "must be 64 3/4 years or younger." Apparently when I counted those "7 3/4" when I was seven, it really meant something.
Monday, May 08, 2006
mania
1. Clothes
I'm becoming seriously obsessed with my outfit for the wedding. Unfortunately the different components have disappeared from the Banana Republic website, so I can't link to them, but if you recall, the main item is the yellow dress. And then I bought this delicate silver and gold necklace to go with it, which I also can't find a picture for, but it has a thin gold vermeil circle at the center that is etched in a funny mazelike pattern, and the gold chain has tiny silver beads along it. God, I'm horrible at describing clothes. I don't usually approve of mixed-metals, but in this case it was quite pretty. Then I got these shoes: (link closed in attempt to fix blog weirdness) to go with it, except in dark brown, which look much better in person than they do in this picture. I thought I could wear my small gold hoops and my silver tiffany bracelet, and it would all be fine.
Except then today I got up and decided to wear dangly earrings, which I haven't done in months. And then I remembered why dangly earrings are like, the best things ever. So now I have to rethink the whole outfit in terms of dangly earrings. There are a number of good prospects on the anthropologie website, but seriously, $170? They have to be kidding.
I'm also worried about the color of my toenail polish. And eyeshadow. I think I should go with more of a gold tone, rather than green, for the eyeshadow. . . unless browns would be better? Maybe browns with gold. I haven't even started to discuss my previous visions for this outfit, which first was yellow and green, and then yellow and brown with my Steve Madden peep-toe wedges. Those had to be vetoed because I realized my feet would be full of blisters before I'd even gotten to the ceremony. And I also haven't brought up the purse, which ideally would be soft brown Italian leather, except that my purse-vision would also cost $200+, so I"m setting for this crazy brown thing covered with enormous beaded lilies that I found in a little store in downtown Edmonds, which is kind of hideous but I also kind of adore. But that makes me rethink the whole outfit, which I had constructed along the lines of clean brown-and-gold elegance, and I'm now wondering if the jewelry needs to be a little larger and beaded, instead of only metals.
2. Books.
Book that I should be reading as I am halfway through: Kingdom of Fear, by Hunter S. Thompson.
Book that I am actually reading: The Undomestic Goddess, by Sophie Kinsella.
Additional Books that I have read while I should have been reading the first book: The Da Vinci Code and Angels and Demons by Dan Brown.
Previous book that I should have been reading but have now finally finished: The Beautiful and Damned, by F. Scott Fitzgerald.
Intervening books that I read instead: Meet the Austins and The Moon by Night, by Madeleine L'Engle, and Bachelor Boys, by Kate Saunders.
And finally, book that I REALLY should be reading, started about six months ago and will probably have to be started again from the beginning: Middlemarch, by George Eliot.
I'm not really much of a serious literature person, am I. And I finally have to admit it--those books by Dan Brown are pretty darn good.
3. Blog.
I think I've adjusted the comments option so that those of you who don't have blogger accounts can still post. Give it a shot, somebody, so I can see if it works.
4. Mother's Day.
THIS SUNDAY! What to do, what to do!!!
I'm becoming seriously obsessed with my outfit for the wedding. Unfortunately the different components have disappeared from the Banana Republic website, so I can't link to them, but if you recall, the main item is the yellow dress. And then I bought this delicate silver and gold necklace to go with it, which I also can't find a picture for, but it has a thin gold vermeil circle at the center that is etched in a funny mazelike pattern, and the gold chain has tiny silver beads along it. God, I'm horrible at describing clothes. I don't usually approve of mixed-metals, but in this case it was quite pretty. Then I got these shoes: (link closed in attempt to fix blog weirdness) to go with it, except in dark brown, which look much better in person than they do in this picture. I thought I could wear my small gold hoops and my silver tiffany bracelet, and it would all be fine.
Except then today I got up and decided to wear dangly earrings, which I haven't done in months. And then I remembered why dangly earrings are like, the best things ever. So now I have to rethink the whole outfit in terms of dangly earrings. There are a number of good prospects on the anthropologie website, but seriously, $170? They have to be kidding.
I'm also worried about the color of my toenail polish. And eyeshadow. I think I should go with more of a gold tone, rather than green, for the eyeshadow. . . unless browns would be better? Maybe browns with gold. I haven't even started to discuss my previous visions for this outfit, which first was yellow and green, and then yellow and brown with my Steve Madden peep-toe wedges. Those had to be vetoed because I realized my feet would be full of blisters before I'd even gotten to the ceremony. And I also haven't brought up the purse, which ideally would be soft brown Italian leather, except that my purse-vision would also cost $200+, so I"m setting for this crazy brown thing covered with enormous beaded lilies that I found in a little store in downtown Edmonds, which is kind of hideous but I also kind of adore. But that makes me rethink the whole outfit, which I had constructed along the lines of clean brown-and-gold elegance, and I'm now wondering if the jewelry needs to be a little larger and beaded, instead of only metals.
2. Books.
Book that I should be reading as I am halfway through: Kingdom of Fear, by Hunter S. Thompson.
Book that I am actually reading: The Undomestic Goddess, by Sophie Kinsella.
Additional Books that I have read while I should have been reading the first book: The Da Vinci Code and Angels and Demons by Dan Brown.
Previous book that I should have been reading but have now finally finished: The Beautiful and Damned, by F. Scott Fitzgerald.
Intervening books that I read instead: Meet the Austins and The Moon by Night, by Madeleine L'Engle, and Bachelor Boys, by Kate Saunders.
And finally, book that I REALLY should be reading, started about six months ago and will probably have to be started again from the beginning: Middlemarch, by George Eliot.
I'm not really much of a serious literature person, am I. And I finally have to admit it--those books by Dan Brown are pretty darn good.
3. Blog.
I think I've adjusted the comments option so that those of you who don't have blogger accounts can still post. Give it a shot, somebody, so I can see if it works.
4. Mother's Day.
THIS SUNDAY! What to do, what to do!!!
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
caterpillars 2
Dan, this morning, on eating dinner at the Treehouse last week:
"You know those green, yellow, and red caterpillars? They really blend into salsa."
In further explanation: "They look just like another piece of guacamole."
"You know those green, yellow, and red caterpillars? They really blend into salsa."
In further explanation: "They look just like another piece of guacamole."
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