It has been ages since my last post.  I have started writing several entries in the past few weeks, but nothing sticks.  So I will keep this short and sweet.  I had a lovely photo shoot with my hubby today.  It came on the heels of a couple other lovely shoots with strangers.  Shooting with hubby has one really distinct advantage over the wonderful seasoned photographers I have had the pleasure of working with recently; I can get my hands on his pictures immediately and do whatever I want with them! bwah ha ha ha ha (uhm, yeah, that is supposed to read maniacal laughter).  So here are a couple of kooky, fun, over edited photos from today.

 Oh, yes, and I made these things, and a bunch of other ones since last post, but I'll talk about that next time...

Dropped Balls and Other Dilemmas...

When I decided to plan a fashion show for Valentine's Day with only one month to prepare I knew it was a little crazy.  But I figured, "what the hell?"  and I went for it.  Now that I am counting down the last 24+ hours to the show I am alternately excited and panic stricken.  I should be baking my second batch of brownies for the chocolate buffet right now, but somehow the morning has gotten away from me.  Does anybody else find they procrastinate worse at the last moment? 

Oh, well.  I know the event will happen, and it will be fun, and hopefully I can catch my breath long enough to enjoy it.  And, by the way I decided to debut my first ever burlesque clown act tomorrow night, because you know, I didn't have enough to worry about.  Wish me luck, especially with my juggling acts, you know the real one and the metaphorical one too.  Wink, wink.

If you're in the neighborhood, come see the show

3231 Presents: Sweet Nothings...

Tickets just went on sale for the spectacular fashion show I am organizing!  Do you live in the Seattle area?  Want to see some awesome performers, and sexy models?  Need to impress a date on Valentine's Day?  Go buy tickets now!!!

And, did I mention this version of me might be making a special appearance... just in case it helps you make up your mind.

Just a Trickle...

I am so excited, I simply cannot wait any longer to share a little more about my upcoming project!  I know  they say, "haste makes waste," but who the hell are "they" anyway?  As I mentioned the other day I am planning a fashion show for next month, so here is a peek at the front of the postcards, I know it isn't much, but it will give you the event number for tickets early (they won't actually go on sale until tomorrow!  Now don't you feel like a VIP?

I am moments (and a few key bits of info) away from finalizing the flyers, postcards, and online presence for our show, so tomorrow should be a busy day!  Regardless of these trifling details tickets will go on sale tomorrow afternoon, wish us luck!

Changes

Well things have been very busy around here, and I have some big decisions to make in the near future.  Most importantly, do I say goodby to my online presence in favor of my new brick and mortar location?  If anybody out there has faced the choice between selling exclusively from a shop or doing both online and boutique sales, please help!  I am trying to imagine a way to insure no conflict between sales online and in the shop, but I don't have a realtime tracking solution at the moment...  I guess I should just take a moment to  enjoy my little corner of the new 3231 Creatives Fashion Boutique, before I panic about the next step.

The Last Minute Show

Well I am officially loco.  What?  You already knew that, oh well... I guess this is like my first step.  I am admitting I have a problem.  I am a Last Minute Lucy.  You know, the girl who waits until the last possible moment to do stuff.  Yeah, that is me.  Yesterday, while I was moving my inventory into the boutique I decided to plan a fashion show... for Valentine's Day.

I am still working out the details, but as of now I have three designers on board (okay, one of them is me), a DJ to MC the evening, two belly dancers, four models (okay, again one of them is me), a man to pour the champagne, a poster with a couple of blanks for more names, and a venue willing to allow my madness to continue unchecked.  Not bad for an idea I hatched about 18 hours ago. 

Sneak Peek- this image is the beginning of my poster...

And I found the perfect fabric on clearance to make the kirtle that will go under my houpellande, now I just have to sew those in the next two weeks, while I plan a fashion show...  Yeah, loco.

Restless Rhymes With Rainy...

 

Rasberries!  I am having a twitchy, itchy, restless kind of day.  It is still raining and I can't get outside to wiggle.  I think it is time to bust out my hula hoop and have a private dance party, yep, I said it.  **sigh**  But first- I made this great top in an attempt to feel productive.

You can find the tutorial over at Her New Leaf, a fun blog about DIY and such.  It is super simple, but I will let you read the tutorial and see for yourself.  The only changes I made were to cut the neck out of a long sleeved T-shirt and cut smaller slits, then I used the described technique, and finally made a little bow out of a strip of the leftover neck and sewed that on over the beginning hole.  

Thanks to my recent stint in retail I have some icky "work clothes" and I do use that term very loosely, these are horrid retail slave appropriate, not for an actual job (sorry retail slaves).   Instead of disposing of these sad little mishappen soldiers I would like to repurpose them.  I actually have two more shirts just like this one but in green and black to spruce up later, and I am taking suggestions.  Have you done any great T-shirt makeovers?  I have lots of very rock'n'roll ones with fringe and ties and such, but I could use some more lady-like options like this.

Now, for some hula hooping

Watcha Been Wearing?

On Wednesday I cut my own hair.  Shaved a mohawk... because I can.  I have been hating my hair for months, I kept telling myself I was growing it out, so I had to suffer through the awkward phase.  Tough it out.  Lame.  Life is short, hair grows back.  I don't have any reason to keep my hair professional right now, no job, no plans, so what the hell?  Besides, I am cute with short hair (at least that is what my husband says).

Whenever I cut my hair I manage to take some pictures to share with friends far away, the friends I still go to for style advice and support.  Well I realized today that I had managed photos three days in a row and that is as close to documenting my outfits as I get, so without further ado; this is officially an "Outfit Post"

Wednesday: skinny jeans w/ navy & white striped mini dress, brown tank, brown cardigan and navy flats

Thursday: skinny jeans, white v-neck T, black cardigan, B&W scarf, and Chucks

Friday: black snap ankle leggings, mini dress, black cardigan, and black flats

So now a little fashion analysis of my selections.  I like to be comfy, but I do not rock yoga pants unless I am going to the gym, or suffering from depression.  This week I haven't made it to the gym once, but I needed to avoid the lurking depression, so I have opted for the comfort of skinny stretchy jeans and leggings.  I like the look of layers, and I live in the chilly Pacific Northwest so I always need a little sweater action, but spring is just around the corner so I wanted to dust off some of my cute frocks too.  That is how I ended up pairing little dresses with "pants" and cardigans.  I haven't left the house all week, so I didn't NEED to get dressed, but I could certainly answer my door if you came by unexpectedly. 

Okay, tongue-in-cheek aside, I guess what I have been wearing is actually vaguely important, writing about it reminds me how I am feeling about my life.  This isn't a fashion blog, (I know you are shocked right?).  This is a blog about my life, and while I do love clothes, and I love getting dressed, I am also in a weird transitional phase of my life... getting dressed is actually part of my ritual of normalcy.  So for those of you out there sitting in your pajamas after 8 a.m. I say, go get dressed, maybe even take a shower.  Then you can answer the door when the mailman knocks too.

Personal Stylist

 Some days I really do wish I had a personal stylist in my closet.  I am going out with a couple of friends tonight and I will be wearing my favorite Kate Spade dress, but I can't decide on shoes!  Argh, silly I know, but do I wear the hot pink snakeskin heels or simple black flats?  I want to wear the hot pink ones, because let's face it I never go anywhere, and they want to get out of the closet.  But what if I decide to dance?  I don't know if I can cut a rug in the heels, they are a bit high.  Okay, I worked it out on my own, I will wear the pink ones and bring along the flats in case of emergency.  Whew! Crisis averted, no need to call a hotline.  Now out the door I go!

Perfect Timing

So yesterday I mentioned my new relationship with the gym.  I have a love/hate with the gym it is true, but I am looking forward to working on my body until it feels good again.  Then, this morning when I started reading all the lovely things written about in the blogs I follow, I came across this blog post (thank you Polly) from Amy Morby. 

I cried, and I was reminded how lucky I am to love myself (most days).  I may get pissed at my body for feeling so old when I am still so young, but I do love it.  It works pretty well.  I have made and fed two wonderful little humans with it.  I can walk, and sit, and stand, and do cartwheels if I want to.  I can juggle, and swim, and ride a bike.  My body is beautiful, and competent, even if it hurts sometimes.  I rock!  I don't always feel this way, but I am stronger than self-loathing, and I always win.

I think Morby's series is a very worthwhile way to recognize National Eating Disorder Awareness Month.  If an ED has touched your life, or the life of someone you know and love get on board, make the pledge, and slap a badge on something!  Then give yourself some love!

Blog Hop...

Hmmmm, I have never heard of such a thing, but it is clever.  I like clever things, and I like making new friends so I will play too.

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