Sometimes I think I've let my bad attitude gobble me up. Presenting, Positive Thoughts 1!
It's late at night. It's early morning. It's 12:30AM and I'm up, reading blogs. Two blogs specifically have been at the forefront of my clickery the last few weeks. By the way, I write this from Disney World, which I have to say is capitalism at it's best. I feel like I'm in The Truman Show but I can't determine how far away I have to drive from here to finally hit the wall.
Also, I'm in a Jim Carrey mood. The guy is not only hilarious, but a cutie pie, too. I wanted to be him in Dumb and Dumber and I wanted to be with him in Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.
Back to what I came here to share in the first place: two blogs that have been siphoning my brain over this past week.
1. Lucky Lucille. She crafts a lot, a lot a lot, but she doesn't ping my CWB (crafty white bitch) radar. Her good attitude is not only endearing, but respectable. Many people with good attitudes strike me with neither of those qualities. I've been reading mostly for inspiration of creating a "memade" wardrobe, I think that phrase goes along with a hashtag, but I'm not quite at that social media stage of development, yet. Maybe you aren't either. "memade," pretty simply put. Something made. By you. Or me. With the hashtag, it transforms from simply a personal accomplishment to a public accomplishment. My beautiful fabric arrived weeks ago, and after a severe fight with my last printer (which involved punching it until it stopped making happy noises), I was out of a means to print the pattern. Since we're already bleeding dollars on credit, I'm going to tuck in a new printer and call that a trip expense so I don't agonize over the cost in a separate financial conversation. Back to Lucille. This lady makes me want to make things.
2. Fashion Incubator. I've been dreaming of transforming my business from a stay-at-home-mom adorable project into an actual, serious business, where I turn my work space into a work shop and turn this into an endeavor that will support a livable wage. This woman writes a whole bunch of technical manufacturing industry shit and I'm digging through all this information to piece together what will improve my business. I am going to be teaming up with one of my best friends to hopefully share new items, like baby zines (BABY ZINES HOW FLIPPING NEAT), posters, and prints. I've wanted to carry printed items for a while now, and it's time I do. My two biggest visual interests are the modern art movement and 90s grunge. Mid century design has huge appeal, but so does squiggling way way out of the lines. Modesty and it's opposite rule my canvas. I'm moving out all my small cuts of fabric, so there will be lots of one-of-a-kind listings as we get into April, and after that more made-to-order items will crop up.
I just turned on the light in the bathroom and leapt back when I saw myself in the mirror. That means it's time to read until my eyes itch and I feel like I am drunk, Ken Burns Effect applied to everything I look at.
The book I'm reading, and wearing down (how is it peeling apart, I've only been reading it a week) is
It's Lifetime cover doesn't match it's meaty insides. I liked the movie, which led me to read the book, and in retrospect the movie is terrible and the book is delicious. It's Cheryl's account of wiping her slate clean in her 20s after her mother dies, her marriage dissolves, and she becomes a puddle of heroin. Hiking the PCT is now on my to-do list, but since I've got a toddler it looks like I've got a couple decades to go before being able to realize this goal.