Today was my first official day of having finished seventh semester. YAY! Now I have to figure out how to get back into my usual routine of blogging every day. I’m excited to get back, I’ve missed you guys (assuming this is being read by anyone.). But I have so, so many projects to share now. So what sounds good– one every day? One every few days? Let me know in the comments!
The end of the semester had some fun surprises. You know how I’d mentioned that I had some art history left to do? I finished my essay and discussion posts, and then I logged on to take the test (I took the class online) and found this charming little message:
(click on the photo to make it bigger, if you can’t read it)
How cool is that? I love it when professors give nice little surprises like that.
Let’s see, what else… Anthropologie had a pretty amazing sale, and I found one of my all-time favorite pieces at a ridiculous discount:
…the Mushroom Picking Chemise! Oh, I love it so much. It’s so cute and floaty and comfortable. I also picked up the Braided Toggle Sweatercoat, which is seriously the coziest sweater I’ve ever put on.
As an hourglass-shaped girl, I have a hard time finding thick sweaters that don’t make me look…square, so this A-line cardigan is just right. It’ll probably go on sale, and then I’ll feel foolish, but I’ve already worn it enough to make it worth the (kind of ridiculous) cost. I’m considering it my end-of-semester treat to myself. Oh! And I had the chance to meet the lovely Sian from The British Anthropologi(e)st. She’s so sweet, and it was fun to discuss Anthropologie with someone equally obsessed. So that was really fun.
Other awesome end of semester stuff:
- Two of my residents made me an adorable jar of green and silver origami wish stars for Christmas, topped with a massive candy cane.
- Another of my residents gave me lovely and delicious chocolate truffle bars. I’m such a spoiled RA!
- I have time to get back to yoga! And my room is finally clean now, so I have a space for it, too. Hurrah!
And I believe we have come to the end of this rather disorganized blog post. Let me know in the comments what you think as far as how often you’d like to see projects! Oh, and there will be big doings in the etsy shop over the next few days. Think…paper goods.
I hope everyone’s had a lovely and relaxing Monday!
Hiiii, hi hi hi! I have emerged from the fabric-strewn cave that is my room with my projects finished and the semester complete! Ok, well, I still have some Art History work to do, but that’s no big deal. I’ll be posting photos of various projects soon, but in the mean time, here are this week’s blanks!
1. My most favorite “little thing” is waking up without an alarm. It’s so jarring to be woken up by a sudden noise, even if it’s just the tinkly little ringtone I set as my alarm on my phone. But waking up slowly is awesome, especially if it’s nice out and sunlight is filtering into my room.
2. I’d give anything to bring my dad back. Obviously. Short of that, though, I’d do anything to be able to make my mom’s life easier, especially at the moment.
3. I can’t believe that I’m going into my last semester of college! How crazy is that? It cracks me up that I’ve pretty much had the same group of friends the entire time I’ve been here, too. I knew I wanted to be friends with Brittany when she used “Trekkies” as her theme for a project based on a subculture of our choice. She was friends with Andrea and Josh. Kathie and I met in our first semester classes, too– her Ninja Turtle halloween costume was awesome. Jes and I only started hanging out a lot this semester, but it feels like it’s been much longer. I guess we all just kind of found the people we liked early on and stuck with them! And I’m so glad. Being a fashion design major at FIT is a pretty intense experience, but having a great group of friends makes it much more bearable. ♥
4. The one thing I’d like to achieve today is finishing my art history reading and at least a few discussion posts. My brain has already gone into vacation mode, eeeeek! Oh, and cleaning my Very Scary Room. The most dangerous offender of messiness at the moment is a piece of tulle that has been laying next to my door for something like three days now. I don’t know why I keep refusing to pick it up. Since it’s tulle, it’s almost impossible to see, especially in the dark (y’know, like most things are when it’s dark), and I almost slip and break my neck every single time I leave my room. But no longer! My room will be cleaned right up! Starting now. ….Ok, I went and picked up the tulle. My neck will survive another day.
5. The last thing I want to do today is …my art history work. I’m hoping having a nice clean room will help me focus. It’s probably mostly a procrastination technique rather than an actual study strategy, but whatever, fine by me.
6. If I were writing my own blank today, it would say “What was the last thing you bought that makes you really happy?” Mostly because I just want an excuse to blog about the two things I bought today that I love so, so, SO much.
7. My favorite candle scent is: Y’know, I’m not actually that into candles. I love my little battery operated ones, but since most of my work deals with highly flammable stuff, paper and fabric, actual flaming candles make me a little concerned. I do like when I can have one safely in the bottom of a mason jar, though, I like the pretty flickering light. Scent… hmmmm. We had this enormous blueberry-scented candle growing up that we only used when the power went out, and it smelled SO BAD. Just completely artificial and nothing like actual blueberries. I wonder if there are milk-scented candles, I generally like milk-scented things. Cucumber-melon is nice, too… a friend I had growing up had cucumber-melon scented candles on her porch, and thinking of them made me remember that so clearly, even though we haven’t spoken in something like five years and I haven’t been to her house in at least 7 years. Isn’t it interesting how remembering a smell can bring back so much?
I hope finals are going well for those of you who have them!
Helloooo! I’m taking a (very) brief break from schoolwork to fill in some blanks. And this week they’re about love. Hunh. This should be good.
1. Love is life-altering, even when it isn’t the forever kind. Love saved my life a few years ago and even though that particular love ended, I’ll always be grateful that it started.
2. Being in love feels like being able to face the world and handle anything as long as you’re by that person’s side. For me, it feels like waking up happy and excited every day.
3. My favorite quote about love is actually a lyric: “You know I dreamed about you for twenty-nine years before I saw you. You know I dreamed about you, I’ve missed you for twenty-nine years.” It’s from the song Slow Show by The National and I just think it’s so beautiful and romantic and true. I’m an absolute believer in love at first sight, that feeling that you’ve finally found what you’ve been searching for and that nothing is ever the same after that first glance.
4. The most important thing in a relationship is empathy and communication and passion. …Okay, so that’s three things. But I think it’s so important for partners to be able to put themselves in the others place, to understand what they’re feeling. And as a very private person, and a perfectionist, sometimes I have a hard time communicating what’s going on with me that’s making me behave a certain way, partially because I’m afraid I’ll get hurt if I’m that open and vulnerable. But people are so much more forgiving and understanding than I give them credit for. If two people can get that communication going both ways, it makes for such a steady base for the relationship to stand on. As for passion… well, if that isn’t there, what’s the point?
5. A “deal breaker” for me in a relationship is if a man’s natural scent doesn’t appeal to me. I know this sounds ridiculous, but it’s true. I like when a guy naturally smells a bit warm and spicy.
6. The way I show love in my relationships is by making things. If I’m constantly giving you little gifts that I’ve made, it indicates pretty strong feelings. Also, obvious as it seems, I show love through physical affection. I’m not naturally a touchy-feely person, so if I’m touching someone a lot, I probably love them. And using names in conversation– for some reason, I am SO UNCOMFORTABLE using someone’s name in conversation when I’m talking to them, but that goes away a bit if I’m in love.
7. I love …my cat. I don’t know. I’m not in love at the moment.
That was so much less bitter than I expected! Yay.
Stay tuned over the next week or so, I’ll be posting some photos of my final projects for the semester.
1. The holiday season is one of my favorite times of year. I love all the twinkly lights, and the carols, and candy canes, and making presents for all my favorite people.
2. Snow makes me excited and happy and cozy. I like going out in the snow, getting cold, and then coming in and getting warm!
3. The best comfort food to eat when it’s cold out is soup and tea! Or dried pears. That’s how I spent a lot of happy hours when I was younger, sitting on the love-seat at home and looking out at the snow and snacking on dried pears.
4. Winter is the best time for woolly socks. I love them. I have to get my winter boots re-soled because I walk everywhere, but it makes me so happy to put on woolly socks and boots and a scarf and a winter coat. But even when I’m not going outside, I love wearing woolly socks. In fact, I am wearing moss-green ones right now.
5. I can hardly wait for winter break, so I can go home and be with my mom and my brother and my grandmother. I got spoiled by Thanksgiving break, when I got to be with my family all the time.
6. When it comes to holiday gifts I prefer to make gifts for people. I love making presents!
7. If I were to rate my excitement about the holiday season on a scale from 1-10, I would say I am at about a 6 or 7? I love the holiday season, but it’s going to be a rough one this year since it’s the first one without my dad. I really hate that. While I’m at school, it’s easy to pretend everything is normal at home, and I hate that it actually isn’t. But it’ll be good to be with my family.
That little picture? It is 100% accurate. But it is finals time, so the sleeping part? Not so much, although I’m not anticipating having to pull any major all-nighters. Plus side of being a senior in college: learning that procrastination does not work for you and sacrificing a social life for sanity. And anyway, I love everything I’m working on. two girls from my portfolio fall/winter collection…
One of the seams of the bicycle-print raincoat I’m making for my outerwear patternmaking class– isn’t it cute?
…and the unicycles!
And one of the welt pockets on my woolly blue coat for tailoring…
So that’s what I’m working on! Blog posts might be a little scarce for the next few weeks while I finish up my second-to-last semester ever. Ooooooh.
How are your finals going?
I just love bows.
I guess that’s evidenced by the fact every one of my portfolio collections prominently features them.
They’re just my favorite.
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- I walked on the banks of the tincan banana dock and
- sat down under the huge shade of a Southern
- Pacific locomotive to look at the sunset over the
- box house hills and cry.
- Jack Kerouac sat beside me on a busted rusty iron
- pole, companion, we thought the same thoughts
- of the soul, bleak and blue and sad-eyed,
- surrounded by the gnarled steel roots of trees of
- The oily water on the river mirrored the red sky, sun
- sank on top of final Frisco peaks, no fish in that
- stream, no hermit in those mounts, just ourselves
- rheumy-eyed and hungover like old bums
- on the riverbank, tired and wily.
- Look at the Sunflower, he said, there was a dead gray
- shadow against the sky, big as a man, sitting
- dry on top of a pile of ancient sawdust–
- –I rushed up enchanted–it was my first sunflower,
- memories of Blake–my visions–Harlem
- and Hells of the Eastern rivers, bridges clanking Joes
- Greasy Sandwiches, dead baby carriages, black
- treadless tires forgotten and unretreaded, the
- poem of the riverbank, condoms & pots, steel
- knives, nothing stainless, only the dank muck
- and the razor-sharp artifacts passing into the
- and the gray Sunflower poised against the sunset,
- crackly bleak and dusty with the smut and smog
- and smoke of olden locomotives in its eye–
- corolla of bleary spikes pushed down and broken like
- a battered crown, seeds fallen out of its face,
- soon-to-be-toothless mouth of sunny air, sunrays
- obliterated on its hairy head like a dried
- wire spiderweb,
- leaves stuck out like arms out of the stem, gestures
- from the sawdust root, broke pieces of plaster
- fallen out of the black twigs, a dead fly in its ear,
- Unholy battered old thing you were, my sunflower O
- my soul, I loved you then!
- The grime was no man’s grime but death and human
- all that dress of dust, that veil of darkened railroad
- skin, that smog of cheek, that eyelid of black
- mis’ry, that sooty hand or phallus or protuberance
- of artificial worse-than-dirt–industrial–
- modern–all that civilization spotting your
- crazy golden crown–
- and those blear thoughts of death and dusty loveless
- eyes and ends and withered roots below, in the
- home-pile of sand and sawdust, rubber dollar
- bills, skin of machinery, the guts and innards
- of the weeping coughing car, the empty lonely
- tincans with their rusty tongues alack, what
- more could I name, the smoked ashes of some
- cock cigar, the cunts of wheelbarrows and the
- milky breasts of cars, wornout asses out of chairs
- & sphincters of dynamos–all these
- entangled in your mummied roots–and you there
- standing before me in the sunset, all your glory
- in your form!
- A perfect beauty of a sunflower! a perfect excellent
- lovely sunflower existence! a sweet natural eye
- to the new hip moon, woke up alive and excited
- grasping in the sunset shadow sunrise golden
- monthly breeze!
- How many flies buzzed round you innocent of your
- grime, while you cursed the heavens of the
- railroad and your flower soul?
- Poor dead flower? when did you forget you were a
- flower? when did you look at your skin and
- decide you were an impotent dirty old locomotive?
- the ghost of a locomotive? the specter and
- shade of a once powerful mad American locomotive?
- You were never no locomotive, Sunflower, you were a
- And you Locomotive, you are a locomotive, forget me
- So I grabbed up the skeleton thick sunflower and stuck
- it at my side like a scepter,
- and deliver my sermon to my soul, and Jack’s soul
- too, and anyone who’ll listen,
- –We’re not our skin of grime, we’re not our dread
- bleak dusty imageless locomotive, we’re all
- beautiful golden sunflowers inside, we’re blessed
- by our own seed & golden hairy naked
- accomplishment-bodies growing into mad black
- formal sunflowers in the sunset, spied on by our
- eyes under the shadow of the mad locomotive
- riverbank sunset Frisco hilly tincan evening
- sitdown vision.
- –Allen Ginsberg
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