In Fashion News, the lovely AA has gone live with her original jewelery site!
alishalouise.com is up and ready to sell you my lady's awesome stuff. I always get compliments on her jewelery when I wear it, and I feel like she's got something really interesting and original happening. Not to mention that she's a total stickler for high quality. I bought Tiny one of these for her birthday. I have one of these in pink and white, and this with a matching pair of these.
She can switch up the color on any of the enamel stuff, too. I'm getting white hearts next!
A question that's been nagging at me for a year was magically and delightfully resolved last night. I got a telephone call from a young man I met in NY last summer. I'd had a little wonder-what crush on him, and I'd occasionally find myself wondering what would have happened if I had made certain choices differently.
So when he called and said he was in town, I got a little butterfly laden. I showered and dressed for the party I was planning to attend later, then walked down to his hotel. He was dapper and charming as always, and I had my first suspicion confirmed right away. He's on the path to matrimony, and not at all suitable for any of the scenarios I imagined him into.
We had a great time hanging out and shooting the shit, but the best part of the visit was was in my psyche. There's nothing more satisfying than answering your own 'I wonder what if?', particularly if the answer is 'nothin.'
I hate people who take handfuls of napkins like they're not made of trees, people who pick out the specific doughnut they want (not THAT one, the one to the left of it. NOT THAT ONE!), and people who wait in line for 10 minutes and haven't bothered to figure out what they want by the time they get to the front.
I love people who sing along with Wings and Squeeze and other dorky delights, people who talk to their kids like human beings, and kids who are polite but obvoiusly going out of their heads at the prospect of a pink frosted treat. (the eyes get huge and 'Please' is a desperate plea.)
I take time for the newspaper in the morning and eat giant platefuls of vegetables at night. The squirrells can't get to my plants and my strawberries are actually turning red. I'm pretty sure the world is going to run out of gasoline in a minute, and it wouldn't suprise me if Mount Rainier blew up, but overall, I'm not too worried about either of those things.
HA! What happens when a 17 year old doesn't want to go home to her parents but everybody thinking about her does?
She gets a fever and her throat swells shut. She gets so sick that none of her little methypreggers friends can take care of her and she has to call her mother to come and take her home.
My sister put it best.
"Nobody takes care of you like your momma takes care of you."
I would like to relay the following unfortunate anecdote.
My 17 year old neice has run away from home. She didn't set out to run away, but she got caught sneaking out of the house and decided that she didn't want to spend the summer grounded, so she's just not coming home until school starts. One night of in trouble is just the same as 3 weeks of in trouble, right?
It's amazing how something so stupid can sound so brilliant sometimes. What the hell do you say to logic like that?
(I said: "Stay away from meth; and -by whatever means necessary- don't get pregnant.")
Friends, I know I've been rude. I know I've been absent on the phone and the web and the world. It doesn't mean my love for you has waned. I've just been feeling better with less socialization, less explaination, and less activity in general. I've been avoiding my own mother for goodness sake. Lets not even talk about my dad. He's about as soothing as a masseuse with a hook for a hand these days. Instead, I've been scratching the ears of friendly dogs and trudging across private property to eat berries and smell flowers.
My world's turned a bit upside down, but don't worry; I took the time to carefully glue everything into place in anticipation of it happening. That doesn't mean it's any less disorienting, it just means I need a minute more (or a month or two) to get used to it.
Like anyone I've ever loved, I can remember exactly the first time I saw him.
Lots of people seem to be able to recall the first time they met lots and lots of people, but I can barely remember meeting the same person lots and lots of times.
He sat down at the table next to mine on the second day of class. Both of our second days in college, ever. He sat down and I saw his outer-left and inner-right tattoos and when we looked at the blackboard I could see the way his smile made his face all crescent moons in every direction and I thought to myself "Ooh, that boy is cute."
I need more high-activity, low-interaction events in my life, I think. Perhaps I'll buy a wetsuit.
(In little rages of unprovoked fury, I decide things like: "We'll be a lot happier if we're just plain old miserable, right? Misery is straightforward!"*)
I've been feeling like an astronaut who wandered off on a moonwalk and never quite made it back to the ship. The only thing I can hear is my own heartbeat and the depletion of my air supply. I keep thinking that maybe if I walk in a perfectly straight line, I'll eventually circumscribe the universe and end up back where I started, but with a lifetime of space dust on my suit. Maybe by then we'll have forgotten what the big deal was.
The unfathomable quality of the universe has made me into my own universe of skeleton and muscle and bone. I had no problem with that a week ago, but suddenly everything seems terribly small and lonely.
*Maybe. But I sure as hell can't tell the difference now.
This whole love business is just ridiculously complicated. It's foolish to attempt to figure it out logically and it's even more foolish to consider it emotionally. If only I'd been born a robot or an earthworm.
We are in our new place! Souxie and I are living it up in our glorious space pad of ultimate chillaxation. It's amazing how much more liveable this apartment is than our old house. Not nearly as good for party throwing, but much better on a day to day kind of basis, what with the ultra cushy carpets and Wall Of Windows. My plants are bursting into plant orgasm daily with all the light we get, and we have more storage than we can possibly fill. We've had company for the entire time we've lived here and it still feels pretty damn spacious. (Though I wish some of our company would chip in on the dishes or clean the bathroom or something, as we are quickly developing 'dude on the couch' syndrome.)
Tiny was here for the (far too short) weekend and it was great to see her, as always. She's really coming into her own this year and getting her Fuck AllYall-ness in gear. Branching out of black and grey into blue and red Jell-O print dresses and Go-Go hair. She looks happier, so I couldn't be happier for her.
I'm awash in magical gift dresses from one of my customers, including a 3 piece mink formal dress, wrap and hat. I'm wearing that shit out ASAP, temperature be damned.