april

so I guess I got through that week. I suppose. I am still living and breathing and sitting here drinking green tea. Hilarious, in fact, that I applied to college, got audited, stopped drinking coffee, paid my 2006 taxes, my boyfriend implied that I might grow up to be a bag lady, and my ipod died of corruption, all in the span of about a month, culimnating in one weekend we went on a rainy vacation. Horrifying. And all that without any extra money to throw around as shopping therapy. Goodness! I know, you're all sitting back and saying my my, how does she do it? If only you saw my medical bills! But seriously, folks, I'd like to give a shout out to my therapist for helping me not run right off the rails the last little while of my life. But now it's getting warmer, someday I will hear about my future as it pertains to fashion school, the boyfriend seems to want to have actual conversations, I'm realizing I can't just will him to say the things I want him to, the taxes are getting paid, I'm tightening my belt. And my birthday's right around the corner! It's looking up? Thank god that month is over.

i've got the crazies

Here's an apology to all the people who have to speak to me this week: Oh my, I'm so sorry. I'm a total loony bin. It won't go on for much longer.

The pressure! I want to know how other people deal with it. Yoga, really? Beer? Punching things? Deep breathing? Sex? Yeah, I could probably use more of all of that. But I don't have time! I'm too stressed out! Taxes, dresses, drawings, leaky roofs in the middle of the night (thank you for dealing with that, piece). I'm too wigged out to even appreciate the fact that a raccoon tried to break into our house last night. Which was, by the way, hilarious in retrospect.

And what's that coming around the bend? Oh, hey, period. Cool, you always make me feel so calm and rational. Everything's coming up roses.

Next Tuesday, man. Everything's going to be better.

a mandate to blog

So I'm thinking a lot about shopping recently. I hate my clothes. Not in an "i think i'm fat i can't stand it" way, or in an "everything i bought was cool when i rocked it at age 19 and now just looks sad" way, but in an "i don't have a cohesive look and when i tell people i'm a fashion designer i just feel ashamed" way. This need for clothes is intersecting with my complete inability to buy things that were made in china. (okay, not complete, i did just buy that jean skirt from american eagle, but i really needed it and it was on sale). So i see cute stuff and I want to buy it and then I see that made in china label and my stomach sinks and I just can't pay 95 dollars for a skirt that was made in a sweatshop.

But there is not a great directory of where to find clothing online or even in person that isn't made with the blood of little girls, and I'm beginning to think that I must be the one to create this blog. The blog to tell you all where to shop. Because really, is there anything I like to do more than tell people what to do? No, not really.

homestyle

All I want to do is move. It's spring, time to move! Or graduate, or at least plant things. So I'm sewing and trying to build flower boxes and cleaning and tossing out old clothes (or not so old clothes) in a vain attempt to corral the amount of stuff that had built up around me in the last few years. It's so much stuff! It's an ungodly amount of stuff! Papers and books and shoes and pots and pans and knick knacks and cds and pens and lamps and couches and god only knows what else. And we're thinking about moving. No, that's wrong: we live for moving day, and when we do move we will relocate to a place that is approximately 2/10s of the size of the place we live in now. So...where's all that stuff gonna go?