Dusty parking lots and abandoned houses

I can’t remember what sparked it exactly but I think I was drawing out some random phrase and David laughed and asked if I was an emo hipster hip hop artist, coming up with lyrics. I think you’d probably get that impression with my blog post titles, lol, which means I really hope no one goes back through the titles. I think the really good ones are on the Moose blog, though, so there’s that. We were visiting friends, though, recently and I made us pull over to take some photos. The weather was beautiful and the valley we were in has such a nice, open feel that I miss after being in the city for so long. Also we went pant shopping for David the day before and he was super proud of his red pants. They’re amazing

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I was in middle school when I first discovered the amazing genius that is red pants. They’re seriously the bomb and you guys have no friggin’ clue how stoked I was when colorful pants came into fashion because it meant I could find red pants evvvvverywhere. But more importantly, David is now a card-pant-carrying member of the Red Pants Club. We found them at Target, 50% off, and they were perfect. He’s been wearing them all the time and it’s funny to see how well suited we are for each other in the dumb small things, like loving red pants.
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Man am I ready for some May flowers!

Hey look outfit photos! I think this marks one of the first times in a long time that I just threw on some clothes, liked them, and didn’t feel that compulsive need to change five times. It was really nice. Also I’m ready for some flowers! We keep having such beautiful weather and I’m just so ready to start enjoying it. I’ve been looking up recipes to cook up on our grill and I’ve unpacked our swim suits. Let’s do this!

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I pull most of my inspiration from books

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So it’s super weird to think about, but I can’t remember the last book I finished. It’s pretty disgusting. But that’s not what this post is about–it’s about my craft book collection. It’s no secret to anyone who’s visited me in real life that I surround myself with books, and that includes books that are specifically there to inspire me. These are the books I could spend hours flipping through and where I get a lot of ideas for art projects. A couple of the books have actual crafts and tutorials in them, which is just an added bonus.

Find & Keep

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I won’t lie–I found this book and immediately found my spirit animal in the form of the author. She’s basically everything I aspire to be, and reading about how she just dabbles in a little bit of everything to produce her art made me feel so inspired. Oh and she doesn’t have a driver’s license! It’s not just me! Anyway it’s taken me a long time to call myself an artist (I still stutter, hemming and hawing, feeling like I haven’t earned the title just yet) because a lot of what I love to do is learn new techniques and try out new mediums. Not all of it sticks, but when it does, it gets absorbed into the messy, nebulous field that is my art. It makes me feel really unfinished, though, and unpolished, and this book reminded me that that’s entirely okay. While I’m still trying to shift my focus onto making solid, stand alone finished pieces, it’s a good reminder that I can still play and get my hands dirty, and to surround myself by art that makes my space feel inspiring. Also this is another book I read cover to cover, tutorials and all. Also, bonus? It has some mother-fucking stickers based on her art in the back!

Hoopla

hoopla 1 hoopla 2My newest hobby has been embroidery and when I got this book I literally read it cover to cover, going through all the artists’ different stories and crafts. The projects and art in this book are just amazing and I’m already about a quarter of the way through the conjoined twins embroidery (I think it’ll look fantastic on my wall, don’t you? I’m thinking somewhere by the entrance way).

(un)Fashion

unfashion 1 unfashion 2 unfashion 3I’ve had this book for years, and I won’t lie, sometimes I completely forget about it. Yet whenever I stumble across it, I find myself flipping through it for hours. Everytime I see something new. A lot of it shows fashion in developing countries, often made out of the modern world’s litter and scraps, contrasted with high-end photo shoots in the fashion world & advertising. It has its own beauty and is a great way to stay in touch with the world outside of my own. It’s really just pictures but I always walk away from it with new ideas.

Imagining Ourselves
imagining ourselves 1imagining ourselves 2Okay so this isn’t even close to a craft book, but it’s still super inspiring and makes me feel like an emboldened, empowered woman ready to conquer my life. The layouts also remind me of all the parts I loved about being a features editor for a school paper.The design manages to be full and interesting without being cluttered.

Sticker Doodle Doo
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I found this in the books section of a grocery store. More specifically, in the kids section of the book aisle, but that’s neither here nor there. This book is awesome. The pages are of the decorate-this-project-with-stickers variety, but the prompts are pretty good and can appeal to a larger audience than just kids. Like, it also appeals to adults who like kid-styled art projects. It’s also full of stickers and I don’t know if you’ve picked this up by now, but I just fucking love stickers. They’re the bomb.

Fashion Flip Book

flip fashion 1 flip fashion 2This book is so goofy and fun I just love it to bits. Basically anytime you need to invent someone, or indulge in ridiculous fashion, this book is perfect. I don’t know quite what to say about it, since the concept is pretty basic. Remember this style of books from elementary school? The art is amazing quality and it’s always pretty impressive how seamless the different pieces work together. Oh and the genres vary–21 outfits that you can remix together and they range from cyborg to film star to space cadet. It doesn’t take itself seriously and is a great way to just invent a new character.

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So my hours are shifting at work and I’m starting to get that feeling of spending more time in the four(ish) outfits I can wear with my uniform. The monotony is starting to get to me and so my days off have become a rotation of leggings, a tank top, and sweater as I work on the never ending duties of the kind of stay-at-home partner while David brings home the bacon. It’s so boring and my friends from the good ol’ days would be shocked at the lack of tights, skirts and dresses. Also I’m not even a stay-at-home. But I guess that’s a different story that would be way more boring to go into. So for now, SKIRTS. DRESSES. ACCESSORIES.

Also sorry for the cop-out photos in the garage. I tried to edit them but realized I’m way too lazy to do anything more than lighten them a bit. David and I are getting so lazy. I see blurry ones and I’m all “meh, good enough”. Also you know what the magic trick to make short hair look longer is? Roll the top part, like the hair that you would cut if you wanted bangs. Roll them back and pin it secretly with a bobby pin. I just learned how to use a bobby pin properly and it blew my mind. I mean, it means I break them at a much higher rate (“break” meaning that they get twisted so that one prong’s inside touches the other’s outside, like fingers crossed for luck. But anyway, for anyone who doesn’t know how to use a bobby pin, you hook the part of your hair that you’re moving, then twist it underneath and try to hook it to the hair on your scalp, that ends up underneath the moved hair. If you do it right, you’ll have a moment of fear where you think it’s going to hurt but it doesn’t. It just feels planted. In my head every reader is like um really this is the part of life that stumps you? But whatever. I gave myself a gold star in life for figuring it out.

Also I don’t know how I feel about the belt with the sweater. I think I wrote back in the Moose about how belts intimidate me but a quick search couldn’t find it. Well–belts intimidate me. I never know how to use them, especially because I always self-consciously try to drown out the top of my pants and any potential fat bulges with a ton of tank tops and layers and sweaters. But I figured I’d give this a shot. The whole point of this outfit after all was getting a little creative with my clothes. Right now I’m wearing black tights, a black work dress and my jellyfish sweatshirt over it to keep me warm till I get to work and put on my work shirt and sweater. Glamorous.

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(this is my “walk away politely from paparazzi” pose, awesome I know)

What to Wear, brought to you by thrifting

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It’s not a sponsored post, it’s just the theme of Nicole’s What to Wear today. {lol, me do a sponsor post, as if} Although I didn’t manage 100% because I don’t thrift shoes or tights, and yet I have a bunch of thrifted skirts*. I have names for my clothes, do you have names for yours? I have my 90s HouseWife Dress, I have my Space Cadet Dress, I have my Taxi Cab Dress, my Where’s Waldo Dress. This skirt? It’s my Appropriated Mexican Culture Skirt. It was thrifted, which gives me a free pass on racism? It’s not racist? It’s an homage? I don’t know. I know my high school bestie could tell me, if I ever wore the skirt around her. I just like the print and try and roll with it, kay? Is that just the worst thing I’ve admitted on this blog? Probably. Also the next paragraph is just one big long rant about shitty dog owners who don’t leash their pets, so feel free to skip it. I was grumpy writing it and apparently I’m just going to post it as is. I have no disclaimer beyond that, really, except that it’s been a pretty shitty week dealing with shitty, irresponsible people who refuse to act like grown ups. It’s the kind of week where I feel like looking around and yelling “Oh come on, am I the only one trying here?” I can’t (and won’t) go into any of those details, so I stick to ranting about dog owners. It’s my thing.

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It’s just that looking at these photos makes me just want to spend this whole post ranting about shitty dog owners. I hate them. I hate people with dogs**. So much unpicked-up poop and off leash dogs and bad doggie manners. We took these in our parking garage and this woman interrupted the photos (awkward!) when her tiny white curly haired dog went barking and running around the whole garage off leash. Because that’s totally not unsafe at allllll. Ugh. I know it can lose my friends, but man I take leashes seriously. I don’t care who you are or what your excuse is–if you have your dog off of a leash anywhere other than the middle of the forest or an off-leash dog park, I judge you. And yeah if it’s in the middle of the forest and I’m there and your dog runs up to me, I judge you. If it’s anywhere near a road, I will think you’re a fucking irresponsible jerk. If your dog runs around out of control while you frantically call for them, I will think you’re an irresponsible asshole jerk. My hard-lined dogmatic views are part of what makes me an asshole in real life, I’ll totally own up to it. Leash your dogs, because otherwise they’ll get hurt, killed, or hurt another dog, and when that happens, as sad as I feel for the dog, I just want to rub it in your face and remind you that it’s your fault, because you had fair warning. Says the girl who lost her dog (not Lyra, she’s fine)*** the one time that dog (not Lyra) was off leash in a quiet, residential neighborhood with no cars. Well, one car. It was a truck and a cat across the street and no one could have predicted that our low energy, sweet, super smart & well trained dog (not Lyra) would bolt to catch a cat. She never even chases cats. She was raised with cats and couldn’t care less. Which goes to show…. you can’t predict what your dog does. Nor can you predict traffic patterns. So don’t be an asshole and leash your dog. I promise–be responsible and train them properly, and they won’t resent you for it. Dogs don’t hold grudges and just like being outside, regardless of a leash.

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*I didn’t shave my legs = tights a necessity

**dog owners /= dog people. Dog people I take on a case by case basis, but I like most of them.

*** not Lyra. It happened with the dog we had growing up, when I was in high school, and the whole thing was just nightmarish.

It wasn’t so much a snow day as it was a snow afternoon.

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I mean, let’s be serious here. I read blogs about Canadians, I know we don’t get actual real snow. But we did get a little cold white and fluffy gift from the snow gods, a light smattering compared to basically everywhere else in this quadrant of this hemisphere. Lyra loves the snow, so David took a video of us playing fetch together while he took some outfit photos. Let’s watch that first because oh my god Lyra is the cutest thing on the planet. Also you might notice that Lyra wasn’t the only one super excited about the snow. I’m sorry in advance for my cackling.

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So my mom was raised in the northish part of Alaska and has some seen epic snow in her day. She is also never cold. Ever. Like, her hands are always toasty warm, which I think is the best mom trait on the planet, especially when you’re in elementary school and you’ve been playing in the snow with no gloves on. Well I’ve only been to Alaska twice, but we joke that I have it in my blood, because I wore a long-sleeved lace top, and scarf while we were out. I mean sure in the photo you’ll see my coat and snow shoes, but I was definitely wearing ballet flats when her and I actually went out to run errands. Because um pshh it was barely any snow. Also I totally doubled up my scarf because I’m so smitten with my neon infinity scarf. I think I found it at Fred Meyer or someplace silly like that and I just love it to bits.marcisnowday 2 marcisnowday 3 marcisnowday collage marcisnowday pteradactylface

OOTD Making friends with my closet again

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I hope you guys don’t hate my selfie gifs because they’re definitely my new favorite thing. My mom figured out that the more photos she takes the more likely she is to get a GoogleSingularity AutoAwesome out of it, so this is what happens.

So I might have mentioned? I never know. One day I’ll actually research these things before I start writing, but that day is not today. Anyway I might have mentioned that I more than halved my wardrobe during the move. It was liberating, terrifying, and unfortunate and still though a necessary thing. It means I’ve been trying to be a lot more intentional about wearing what clothes I have left, since further cuts are probably going to be necessary down the line. Such is life. The shift has forced me to be a little more relaxed in pairing separate pieces that might not have ever seen each other in previous outfit rotations, which is really nice. It’s like a little, mild flashback to my Bellingham days when I wore the craziest shit. (Seriously, guys, whenever I go through the Moose Archives I just laugh and laugh and laugh. I was awesomely out of control with my style). I think next time around I’d want to change the shoes I wear with this outfit, but I have no clue what they should be. The whole thing isn’t overly my favorite, but it worked well enough for a brunch date with my mom.

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Not that I’m overly eager to bring any more attention to them, but can I just say that posting these photos as my first after the whole talking incessantly about my boob awareness thing I am way too self conscious about how enormous they look in these photos. That’s all. We’ll return to your regularly scheduled and scarved outfits next week, folks.

What to Wear for the Big Red Love Fest Day

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Okay so I’ll be honest, guys, I have no clue what I’m wearing for Valentine’s Day yet. Like, I don’t even know what we’re doing yet. There was talk of going out for dinner, but we’ll see. I kind of think we’ll just bake a cake* and call it good.

So I think I have a bit of an excuse when I say I’m not sure what I’m wearing, but I still put together a dreamy outfit for that fancy, out-in-the-big-city date I could imagine having. This year I kept two things in mind for the outfit. First, colors. I have a post next week about how David and I have official colors for our lives, but for now I’ll just say red, turquoise, seafoam green.

I opted for the flowy red dress for one primary reason, which is the second thing I have in mind for this outfit. Cleavage. Oh and for any and all those who feel uncomfortable listening to me talk about my boobs, this would be a good time to stop reading. ❤

Yeah so boobs–it’s kind of my goal this year to, if not show them off per say, stop ignoring them and hiding them away from the world. It’s come to my attention that I frequently… how shall I put this… forget that they’re there. Seriously, go back through my fashion posts and count the number of times I show a necklace, or something fitted that shows off their size. Any post where the shirt is tight fitting, there is no sweater, and I’m not wearing a scarf.** I mean, don’t because that’s kind of creepy, but if any of you do leave a comment letting me know, because I’m genuinely curious and also too lazy to go look myself. I’m assuming the answer is going to be less than four, though.

Every couple of months I remember their existence, though, an occasion usually marked by a redundant conversation with David.

“Do my boobs look bigger to you?”

“No, they just look big” this sentence is usually joined with a gratuitous grope

“Okay but seriously, I think they’ve grown”

He gets a little more serious, actually appraising their size

No babe, I think it’s just the shirt”

“Should I change?!”

“No!”

“… Okay but seriously, should I?”

“I mean, if it’ll make you more comfortable, but you really look fine. Great. You look great”

“… I’m adding a scarf”

It’s a vicious cycle. I forget I have boobs until one day I remember and am overwhelmed by their size. I have these really vivid memories of being like twelve with just the beginnings of a chest and making these futile comparisons to the grown women in the gym we used to go to. They all had such full, complete looking boobs in all their glorious shapes and sizes, and mine looked just so unfinished. And somehow my brain got stuck in that mentality–that they were unfinished, and thus not very big.

Time to update that mental image, eh? To be fair I actually looked through a bunch of my old photos and if I can tell correctly, I went through a noticeable (and final?!) growth spurt right before I met David. Which is why, even if I forget their size, he definitely doesn’t.

So, um, in conclusion, Valentine’s Day = more boobs. Man I am not looking forward to see the search engine phrases that’ll lead to this post… Oh also go check out Nicole’s post to see her slightly less boob-filled post (although she has a naked man torso on there, so it’s not quite as family friendly as you’d think) as well as all the other ladies participating.

*Context: we baked a cake on our first date, it was how he asked me out. Literally–“Hi it’s David, from the other night, so I was wondering if you wanted to bake that beet cake with me”. It’s our go-to whenever we’re not sure what to do, although I think the number of times we’ve actually baked a cake is maybe twice. Maybe.

*True story, I almost didn’t post this outfit because it felt a little too revealing

OOTD New Year, New Look. Ish.

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So in case you guys were wondering, I’m posting these outfits all kinds of out of order. If any of you are particularly observant, you’ll be relieved to know I don’t cut and trim my hair this often–you’re just seeing out of sequence grow out hair, lawls. Because it doesn’t matter if it’s a month later, this is what I wore on New Years. Anyway my darling dearest bestie Kels gave me this scarf a while back and it somehow managed to get horribly tragically lost. I’m so glad it reappeared during the Great Exodus because yum, amiright? Oh also? It’s not 100% consistently accurate, but I take photos even on my bad, depressed & grumpy days and you can usually tell because there will be a lot more ridiculous photos than nice smiling ones. Insider tips, y’all.

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Leggings as pants, a cold sore, and a wrinkled shirt. What could possibly go wrong?

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Cozy night in

 
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It’s cheating to admit I wore this out in public, but does it count that this is my ideal at home outfit? I really shouldn’t have been out in public so I think it counts. Because yeah so when I say I had a cold sore for this I mean it was the worst one in years. I had an allergic reaction to the meds I usually use and half

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