Outfits

Here is the best outfit ever kit.

For boys and girls, men and women.

Jeans

Converse all stars or some kind of skateboarding shoe or really any cool cheerful shoe

Colorful socks (striped would rock)

A T Shirt from threadless.

If you are lucky enough to have it be cold outside, add:

A hooded zip-up sweatshirt

or

A long sleeved T under your T from threadless

or

A cardigan sweater

Bright colors, please.

I also would approve (haha) of a zany skirt with tights under it in lieu of the jeans.

too too cool.

http://www.threadlesskids.com/
This fantastic website is where a couple of my tres hip friends shop, but I never took the time to check it out until now.

The shirts are absolutley amazing. 10 dollars for alot of them. SO, so gorgoeous, different, unique, awesome.

We have 3 shirts from this site and the cotton is think and soft--no Hanes here. I love the kids stuff and I love the adult stuff.

I will never ever buy another TShirt as long as I live unless it is from here, I VOW.

We have been searching for matching shirts forever, and I have been mulling over "Homeschool" T shirts as well as just plain ones, but this is it. They have tons of designs that are available in kids and adults. Just beautiful, strange stuff. The little one that is brown with the water cycle and the little raindrops going up to heaven gave me chills.

Ok, so when I get some money, we're gettin some shirts!

8-23-96

ELEVEN years ago today, I was walking down the aisle!

I loved my wedding day, not only for the major fact that I was marrying the coolest boy on Earth, but for how we made the whole thing happen on so little money and how such personal and cool stuff was involved!

I made my veil out of tulle and a white comb and glue.

I wore white slippers. Yes actual slippers. They looked like ballet shoes and didnt show anyhow.

I invented a hairdo that I got alot of compliemts on. It involved rolling my hair up into curls and then pinning them that way. It made myhair look alot longer than it was! The back was a french twist that was pretty sketchy, but under the veil, who can tell?

We got our flowers from a nursery out in the country. Big Gerbera daisies, white and yellow.

One of our gifts was our cake.

The "photographer" was just a friend from my work with her regular camera. The pictures turned out SO awesome!

The "DJ" was Steve's cousin with a stack of our CD's with little sticky notes on the covers of which tracks to play. Although we did not think this was hilarious whatsoever, I do laugh warmly at just how much Sonic Youth and R.E.M. was involved.

We dined to an instrumental Beastie Boys album; The In Sound From Way Out. It was fantastic, and so was the mostaccioli we had feared would be tacky or bland.

I did my own makeup and nails. The last thing I needed on my wedding day was some freaky make up job! I knew from my own disatrous graduation pics that Big Days are NOT the time to try new looks! Shudder...

We got married in a historical Farmhouse with significant meaning to us.

My grandma played the piano for the ceremony.

Steve and I practiced our kiss so it wasn't a harsh peck or a make out :)

We were wedded by a local radio celebrity that Steve's brother knew from going to blues bars. He was awesome, and really gave a great speech!

I got a bee up my dress after the ceremony, during the hot outdoor picture taking time! Luckily he didnt sting me! I felt all old-school and squealy, lifting up all those layers of tulle and having girls helping me as I shrieked help! help! LOL

We didn't want or need a limo, so we had Steve's brother drive us in his very swanky Cadillac to the reception nearby!

We had fish Christmas lights on our head table as a swag. For the life of me, I do not remember how this fish thing got started, but we had swedish fish as a treat on the guest tables, along with fish and under the sea themed confetti! So silly.

Our wedding guests were a very divided crew. There were the fancy dressed up adult family members, and this small hodge podge crew of our friends. The pictures are adorable and hilarious, with the little punk crew and their fish nets and black lipstick and bobby socks and ironic bow ties and converse on, most of them not even 21, drinking and smoking and doing goofy cafeteria-esque things with the items on their table, like making little fork and salt "sculptures", waiting patiently through the mainstream music we had to include for the next fun song to come on! Even our best man wore his black ADIDAS, (love ya Jake!!!!) and crazed sunglasses. It was so great.

I was in fact, just 21, but was incredibly shy about drinking in front of the moms! hahaha!

The bartender must have thought I was quite the little lush, because I woiuld go up, ask for a gin and tonic, and then some great song would come on, and I would leave my drink somewhere, and never have gotten one sip! So I would go back for another one, and the same thing happened again and again! I in fact, did not even ingest one full drink that night. Busy bee!

Ours was the first wedding I had ever been to that everyone stayed at until the end! until it was closed! finis! goodbye! midnight! Thats how fun it was, even to the random aunties and such. Too, too cool.

Our honey moon was fun, too I will write about it next!

countin down the days

I am t h i s c l o s e
to dying my hair back green or blue. I want to swim in it, to be slimed like Alistair by buckets of manic panic. (He was my true love for many years)

I cant deal with this purpley grey and brown, even the cool red already washed out.

I need to review. why did I bleach out my blue? Do get a job.
Did I apply at lots of places? YES.
Was I a good little girl with my brown and my blonde? YES.
Did I dress conservatively, was I cheerful and upbeat and bright and did I say all the right stuff? YES.
Did I triple check my spelling, did I call back as appropriate? YES.

and still nothin
Kroger
Rite Aid
Borders
Barnes and Noble
Trader Joes
Comet Burger (still SO depressed about that one!)
Telemarketing
Chocolate shop
Cocktail waitress at concert place

My good friend told me last week he had a potential job for me working from home, doing some data entry. I am ecstatic!!!!! If it all goes through, it should start in a few weeks!!!! I will type my little fingers to the bloody stumps, just to get out of this poverty hole we are in, and to start paying back my dear mom, who helped us out tremendously, two months in a row, when we were verrrrrry close to being homeless.

BUT
if I work from home,
and my husband begs
and my children beg
for me to have fun hair again

then

i should go for it, right?

Dear me what would i even write about if it werent for hair?
LOL

I never ever knew I was so obsessed until this whole blog thing started!

braids

Hair braiding is an ancient art, that truly does span all races and hair types, and I, for one, have always been fascinated by braided hair. I used to do my little sister's hair in 20 or more thin braids, secured by the teeny rubber bands they gave me at the orthodontist for my braces--I didnt know about the Nubian hair supply stores back then, and would use up all my teeth elastics on doing tiny braids. I have always loved the idea of having long, loooooooong hair that hung down my back in 2 braids, only to be undone at night like Ma Ingalls, or a mystical queen.

I like braids on boys and girls, men and women. they are fun to touch and they look awesome. Braided hair can mean so many things for so many people.

For me, I think that I look kind of dumb with long hair that is hanging there. BUT, UNLIKE everyother time I grow my hair long, decide I look lame and chop it all off into a neat and tidy little BOB, this time I am going to triumphantly ignore all those despicable hairdo-mags that tell you "if all you do with your long hair is pull it back then you need short hair"!!! I say NO WAY!

I LOVE having long hair, for the specific purpose OF putting it into a pony or braid or braids, so there! I almost freaked out today, this very afternoon, when I pulled out my ponytail for a sec and saw the lumpy bumpy dry and funky mass that is my hair. I wanted a soft and well mannered socially acceptable cheek length bob that lovingly cupped my head and never acted up soooooo badly. But then I remembered: THAT IS NOT ME ANYMORE!!!! I AM NO LONGER INTERESTED OR CAPABLE OF "PASSING" AS LUXEY LAYDEE!

So, I am NOT going to cut off my hair, even if it is all freaky and damaged and uneven and mismatched and home-made and strange. Because so am I, and it is going to be super super beautiful, to me, someday. Long and wild and green and blue and decidedly, intentionally, happily, unique and uplifting and cheerily, radically, me.

books someday

I am wanting to write two books.
One is going to be called; EMERGENCY! MOTHERHOOD! that deals with all the money grubbing patriarchal misogynistic fear mongering ways that us girls and women are being taught to buy into the culture of materialism and fear and dependance on BigBusiness as a surrogate Daddy that we do not want or need. From prepubescence on, the YOU SUCK BUT WE CAN SELL YOU A TEMPORARY CURE FROM THE HORRIFICCLY WRONG-NESS THAT IS YOU message---well, stuff like that. You are ugly and fat and everything that is natural and normal and human is gross and messy and scary and wrong and how you can spray all that instinct away for three easy payments...from pregnancy and prenatal (s)care in this society, to birth and mothering in a realm of lawsuit avoidance rather than sound ancient wisdom. Believe me, even if it is just ends up being a collection of essays, there are TONS of other mamas out there writing this kind of libertaing message of freedom that comes when we refuse to walk in fear and doubt and how fun and great it can be to get to a place where we can laugh heartily at the whole emergency that is supposed to be our lives.

My other book is going to be called GROWING UP UNDERNEATH A ROCK, and hopefully will contain true stories of what it was like to be a human child living in a decent sized metropolitan area, within a very liberal family unit/circle of friends, and turning out one million percent fine despite being so "sheltered" as a result of being homeschooled. Hopefully victorious and cheerful stories of enlightenment and simplicity that cast a great deal of light upon how absurd it is to fret when we rear our young outside of the government schools.

Dark red for a change o pace

Well, I have been itching to have "cool" hair, and even if blue is not appropriate at this time, I had some old Manic Panic Pillar Red in the cupboard, and this Henna Kit from my good friend, so I thought, hey, lots of upright citizens have red hair, right?
So I did the Henna kit which was supposed to be Earthy Red, and it didnt look like too much happened. Then I put in a few chunks of the manic panic and I got super bright burgundy!

I have no idea why my eyes look blue in this pic but I took this yesterday. I feel like my hair is wierd enough to make me feel Joyish and normal enough to not bowl over Mom or the "employer" (ha).

Yay for free old stuff in the linen closet!