So I found this video of Talking Heads singing "Psycho Killer" on some show called "The Old Grey Whistle Test." And I'm certainly glad I did, because LOOK AT TINA WEYMOUTH'S HAIR. It is the cutest thing I've ever seen. Someone should create a Blythe wig called "the Tina." Then I found another video, and her hair looks great in a totally different way. I suggest you spend some time researching as I did, and you will undoubtedly find that Tina Weymouth has excellent hair at all times. AAAANYWAY, enjoy.
Bea Arthur died today. If you grew up in the 80's, you probably watched your fair share of Golden Girls, both the original broadcast and the constant reruns. If you have cable, chances are you could watch it right now! What a strange, raunchy, and mostly funny show. With incredible confidence and comic timing, Bea was one talented lady, and became a bit of a cult figure in her later years. Fun fact: she also appeared in the Star Wars Holiday Special, which I would have known if I had been able to get through more than 10 minutes of that particular slice of pop culture. Check out these art pieces, and rock a flowing caftan for Dorothy Zbornak tonight.
I love peeking inside people's houses. If I take a walk at night, I can't help but look into every glowing window I see, ogling interiors and thinking about who decorated them. Some call it nosy, I call it curious. For more dedicated decorating, check out John Waters' home here, and peek in Amy Sedaris' windows for bunnies and taxidermied treats.
And now, the lighter side of Will Oldham. Proof that you can write the saddest song in the world, but also be a goofball dorkus.
I guess I'm one of "those" people now. Doll people. It was bound to happen. The dress pattern I have is easy and fun to customize, so I spent most of yesterday making doll clothes instead of doing the millions of things I'm supposed to be doing. Don't tell anyone.
Talk about good timing. At about 12:30 PM today, I answered the postman's ring with no pants on and became the proud owner of my first Blythe doll (I pulled my shirt down as far as I could, but there was simply no time for pants!).
Her name is Avalon, she has five different eye colors, and I love her to death.
If you don't know about Blythe, here's a little history. Many grown-up people spend a lot of time playing with and perfecting the fashion sense of their Blythes, and I plan to be no different. My line of Blythe fashions is forthcoming; the above dress is my very first try. It came out pretty well, I think, and I only got really frustrated once. There's something about pattern reading that makes me really frustrated and petulant; I never behave more like a child than when I can't figure out a sewing pattern.
I think Avalon looks a little like Faye Dunaway in Bonnie and Clyde; I'd like to make her a little replica of this outfit.
Sometimes life is easy, but your brain makes it hard. I'm always at a crossroads about what to share regarding my "battle with depression." (I kind of hate that term anyway. It's more like a long, drawn-out argument, with a little bit of yelling and a lot of whining, than an all-out battle.)
If I go on about my sad, sad feelings and my deep, dark days at length, that's no fun for anyone. Alternately, it's not something I feel I need to keep a secret. The last few months have not been super easy for me, as I find myself getting sucked down into a totally unpleasant and familiar pattern of living that has nothing to do with the real me, who, incidentally, is fun, hilarious, and has a whole lot of energy to make/do fun things.
Another fun and hilarious depressed person, Hugh Laurie, knew he needed some help when he found himself feeling bored while driving a racecar in in a charity demolition derby. Boredom," he said, "is not an appropriate response to exploding cars." I love this quote because it sounds absurd, but pretty much encapsulates the total WTF that is clinical depression.
Not only am I genetically predisposed to this lametarded condition from both sides of my family, I recently found a study that posits that female poets may be especially susceptible to depression.
In a more recent retrospective study of 1,629 writers, Kaufman found that poets--and in particular female poets --were more likely than fiction writers, nonfiction writers and playwrights to have signs of mental illness, such as suicide attempts or psychiatric hospitalizations.
In a second analysis of 520 eminent American women, he again found that poets were more likely to have mental illnesses and to experience personal tragedy than eminent journalists, visual artists, politicians and actresses--a finding Kaufman has dubbed "the Sylvia Plath effect" after the noted poet who had depression and eventually committed suicide.Seriously? Come on, man! Why not baseball players, or hot dog vendors? This just doesn't seem fair. At least I bill myself as at least 5 other things besides "poet". But, even though the cards are clearly stacked against me, I'm working hard on getting out this this particular bout of the old sads. I'll let you know how it goes.
If you want to read more about the "Sylvia Plath effect," just Google it and you'll find a lot of interesting discussion about creativity and mental illness.
Meanwhile, I'm giving back my MFA in poetry. Well, I'll stop paying my student loans, at least. I think that might be the beginning of a healthy healing process. Yeah, that's the ticket.
Craspedia, better known as "billy balls" to those in the flower know, is one of my favorite flowers. You can buy one or two and they look fantastic in a vase by themselves, or throw a few into an arrangement. I usually get mine at Whole Foods; they cost about $2.00 each. But, billy balls last forever (just take them out of water and let them dry), and my God, they're called BILLY BALLS! What more do you want in a flower?
I'm working on a large wholesale order right now for a company showcasing bicycle-related products. It's kind of fun to pump out a bunch of the same thing, but a little exhausting as well, and projects like this always take longer than I expect. Most things take longer than I expect, actually (saving money, losing weight, achieving important life goals, etc).
I love this fabric from Kokka; it's more of a canvas than cotton and is nice and sturdy. Expensive, but worth it! I'll be making a few extra things out of this to add to my Etsy shop. Click on the pic if you want some for yourself!
Sue is charming, beautiful, and hilarious, but these days, she's best known for her super-successful business, Giant Dwarf. Her gorgeous felt creations have garnered the attention of all right people, and there's no one who deserves that attention more. Sue's latest feat is so, so awesome; her Rosette Fascinators are now being sold at Anthropologie. I love you, Suey!
You can buy these lovelies at Anthropologie, or straight from Sue herself, on the website that changed our lives, Etsy. (I'm getting the one pictured, in yellow, of course!)