I’m kicking off your weekend with this hilarious animation pug lord. even after my third viewing, I absolutely could not stop laughing. oh gemma correll I love you & your pugs…
“hey chickas – these balls aren’t going to lick themselves.”
right now I feel like oprah, where I am about to tell you about one of my new favorite things, and wish I could plant a million of them under your chairs and shit…
fujifilm’s instax mini camera. guys. it’s so damn fun. I hate to admit that puff actually got me this camera for xmas, but I didn’t open or use it until we moved three months later. horrible…I know.
we keep this handy little instant camera at our ‘mini bar/game shelf’ next to our kitchen. it’s great entertainment busting it out to capture random moments and then watching it develop. the size of the photos are also fun (2.13″ x 3.4″) – and as you continue to take photos they pile up like a stack of business cards (yet way less boring, and far more precious). the film is a tad pricey, but is comparable to the cost of polaroid film back in the day (about a buck a photo).
…but to have a little handheld photo booth at your disposal? totally worth it.
*working on – finally designing & sketching out some wedding invitation ideas (tiny & blurry sneak peek of a draft above). I’ve already managed to crank out several ideas and am moving forward with my favorite of the batch. this weekend will kick off my production schedule to make about 75 invitations, RSVP cards & enclosure cards entirely by hand (did I mention I’m only giving myself the month of may?). here we go again.
*hating – people who just don’t stay true to themselves on their blog (or rather, they straight up steal content/ideas/life experiences). as much as I hate to use middle school terminology – stop being such a fucking poser (or maybe I should rephrase that as stalker?). get your priorities straight.
*loving – the absolutely stunning photos of carey mulligan in the latest issue of uk harper’s bazaar. sometimes I think she looks like a fairy or some sort of wilderness creature (it’s her facial features I think). can we say girl crush? um. ya.
*obsessing over - my halloween tumblr. that’s right, I made a fucking halloween tumblr. I’m already anxious for october mmkkaay?
*yearning for – our honeymoon in iceland. the more we research and continue to plan, the more I find myself dreaming about it at random times in the day. I mean…just look at this, icelanders just seem so rad. we’ll be renting our camper within the next few days, and mapping out our driving excursion across iceland’s vast (and unreal) landscape. dream about it with me won’t you?
happy weekend folks. xoxo
isn’t it funny how some things just never change? like certain things about you, your personality, or simply how you function as a human being?
I’m sure several of you had a ‘coup car’ growing up – those little red and yellow plastic ‘cars’ that you powered with your feet like a damn flintstone (if you remember I talked about it here). only thing with me though, I never liked the ‘driving’ part. frankly- my feet never touched the ground. I kept ‘em up on the dash and never went anywhere (as seen above).
the funny part of all this is, I still drive with a foot up on the dash. literally as an adult, in my volkswagen beetle, my left foot is always up on my dashboard. this will certainly be problematic on our honeymoon in iceland, where I’ll have to drive a manual shift…
but until then, I’ll just stick to my old ways.
*I was once in an archie comic:
not like actually drawn into one, but my photograph. pretty sure I was in middle school (maybe even the 5th grade), when I entered an I love archie photo contest…and won. I was an avid collector of archies (literally, hundreds), and got a polaroid snapped of myself & my neighbor sitting in a peace sign made of comics on her front lawn. I still remember the day I got the letter in the mail from the publisher (on archie stationary nonetheless…gesh even as a kid I was obsessed with paper). pretty sure I cried when opening that letter up, and still have it to this very day.
*in high school, I was captain of the varsity cheer team:
that’s right. I was a cheerleader. even for several years leading up to high school, I did pop warner cheer, competitions, wore my hair in high pony tails with ribbons, carried pom poms…the whole shabang (too bad cheerleaders weren’t popular in my high school – otherwise I might be considered a little cool). but let’s be real – I didn’t even go to prom. when I tell folks I was captain of the cheer squad, this always seem to be the biggest shock. frankly – I don’t come off very ‘peppy’, have many girlfriends, or am really all that ‘girly’ to begin with. for whatever reason, it was the only sport I could really stick to growing up.
*I don’t like children:
nope. don’t ever ask to me to babysit. I think I’m just bound to be one of those people who doesn’t like any other children but their own.
*when starting college, I had planned to study forensic or mortuary science:
I’ve always had a weird interest in the human body and postmortem. I remember even taking this book with me on a family vacation in high school. my first year in college was science driven, I loved anatomy/physiology, and just adored any sort of dissection lab. too bad my love for science didn’t carry over into high achievement in math or chemistry. not to mention, my art history class squashed any chance of science to have any presence in my life (although, I have to admit – if for some reason art school doesn’t work out…I’m going here).
*in 5th grade I learned to read tarot cards:
there was this psychic eye book shop my mom would go to every now and then, and I loved the days that she would take me with her. half the time, it scared me. but the other half, I couldn’t stop staring or reading everything it had to offer. eventually, my mom gave me a tarot deck and I was hooked. the deck is in my studio now, and I take good care of it because there’s something special about it. too difficult to describe here.
is it me, or does lizzy caplan just seem really cool? this video killed me.
a good friend of mine amanda (she’s also my big sis from my sorority days) showed me these hilarious art school psa’s. created for the college of creative studies, these ads attempt to encourage (maybe discourage?) parents to talk to their kiddos about art school.
it made me think about my senior year in high school a bit, and that art school (much like the community college stigma), was a bit of a joke. now that I’m in it (at a graduate level mind you), that is the farthest thing from the truth. it’s a shame that the arts (and other career paths) are not necessarily promoted as much as they should in schools nowadays…I know this especially from hearing my mom’s teaching frustrations.
regardless, as I art school student, I totally relate and find them highly entertaining. check the rest of them out here.
I think most brides research their wedding ‘hair do’ for the big day. meanwhile, I’m researching what I’m going to do to my hair after the wedding. I unfortunately made a deal with the soon to be hubby (and my mother): no crazy hair colors, and no tattoo sleeve until after the wedding.
not going to lie, following this agreement has been a challenge. I haven’t even colored my hair since january 2012! that’s insane for any woman who dyes her hair regularly! but I’m doing my best to keep my hair as long, and as natural as possible.
so what am I planning on doing the minute we return from iceland? I’m coloring my hair purple. the most extreme direction I could ever go in really (I have over a year of hair coloring to make up for people!!!). right now, I’m leaning more towards a kelly osbourne kinda purple, as I think it’s a little softer looking & could work well with my shitty baby fine hair. but then sometimes I see darker shades (like a katy perry purple) and really love it…
RAIN HAIR. PUUURRRPLLLE RAIN HAIR. I mean, I can pull it off right?
one of my favorite moments in the morning is how puff makes coffee – and when it’s done – I bring it into his office. this all happens in our beach bungalow before I start getting ready for work. I place the coffee on his giant wooden desk in front of his keyboard, where he’s usually writing, and give him a little kiss on the cheek. it’s a small part of our morning routine that reminds me how much of a team we are…a unit so to speak. moments like these also remind me to enjoy and be thankful for each day.
today – let’s be thankful. happy friday everyone. xoxo.