its been a rough year. lots of drama and heartache. i've done the best i could. gutting houses in nola gets me some nice points right? and i'm not usually this explicit with my wintertime wants and desires but i figured it couldn't hurt. so here it is:
#1 - a gorilla slr tripod #2 - subscriptions to selvedge (pricey but its like fabric porn) and craft (i have to admit that there weren't many projects in the first issue that i'd make, but i definitely found it inspiring) #3 - gift certificates to purl soho or repro depot #4 - any curster or black apple items #5 - the ability to hibernate like a bear for the winter
that's it. i'm a simple girl with simple needs. hope the next few weeks aren't too crazy for you.
p.s. oh and in case nothing here is inspiring you to lavish me with gifts, i also have an amazon wish list.
so, you know the cartoons where the elves come out at night and help the poor cobbler who was getting behind in his shoe making? well, i'm fairly certain those elves made these shoes. what other explanation could there possibly be for a pair of shoes so magical?
so, i posted my pic for the self portrait challenge yesterday with no commentary. my rosacea was flaring up a bit and i am notorious for avoiding cameras when i'm in the midst of a flare-up. there are entire sets of vacation pics with NO pictures of me. there are family events in which i do not exist. but i knew i had to take the pic - i just wasn't happy about it and didn't know what to say about it.
at the same time, this video is making the rounds. two friends emailed it to me. and then it showed up on pop candy. it is brilliant. and simple. and incredibly eye-opening. and well, even though my momma didn't raise me to be so concerned with my looks it hard not to be when this is what we're up against.
i loved the dove "tested on real curves ads" (that cause drichard roeper to make women everywhere loathe him by commenting that if he wanted to see chunky legs, he'd pick up a bucket of fried chicken.) i am devoted to dove shampoo. and after a visit to their website i do believe they kick ass. in a world where tara reid feels like she needs plastic surgery, nicole richie seems to have stopped eating altogether and there are pro-anorexic websites out there i think its increbly important for someone to stand up and say this isn't ok - its completely fucking up young women's sense of self.
i'm lucky - at least women my age or thereabouts had sassy magazine to balance out all the crap. what do teenage girls have now? cosmogirl. and this is not to say i have entirely healthy self esteem. let's say 9 days out of ten i'm comfortable in my skin, with my body. its a struggle sometimes. but at least i know that noone but paris hilton looks like paris hilton and that's not something realistic to aspire to.
sara ramirez on grey's anatomy however... big props to abc for having a strong hispanic woman who's body is blissfully normal and she's so comfortable with herself that she's willing to a) dance around like a fool in her undies and b) take mcsteamy to bed. now if only ellen pompeo would go out for a nice steak.
i mean really. an apple. i don't know that i could resist. this morning when i was at whole foods the produce department looked as though apples were all they had. glorious fujis and galas and honeycrisps and cortlands and sigh... since then all i've thought about is the bag of apples that shawn brought me from the farmer's market and how they'd be oh-so-delicious with some crusty bread, some gouda and a nice reisling. oh, and a fire.
i have made my shameful fondness for kelly clarkson known here on more than one occasion. she sings catchy pop songs. she's as cute as a button. and she hasn't succumbed to the pressure to become a stick insect of a girl, and has retained both hips and boobs. so, i'm not sure whether i am appalled at this video or amused. she's either joining the ranks of party girl celebrities like tara reid or lindsey lohan or egads, courtney love, who are often photographed or caught on video trashed, exposing themselves or looking like they're mere moments away from vomiting, which would be appalling. OR she, just like me, and so many people i know, had a few too many and made a complete ass out of herself in public, which i'm totally ok with. who can resist the lure of "sweet child o' mine," after all. fortunately for me, access hollywood isn't interested in my drunken hijinks.
shana is a wearer of knee socks, lover of pie, horror movies and shiny things. she writes about horror and other things, makes pie and shiny things in portland, oregon, where she lives with her husband, shawn (aka shampton). she is the vintage jewelry and yoyo obsessed woman behind the cookoorikoo curtain. email me at email@example.com.