little hand says it's time to rock n roll.

yesterday i found 2 billabong zip up surf bikinis (1 hot pink and 1 black) at the surf warehouse, which only sells back stock and only stays in the mall 2 months a year. these were 40 bucks (10 bucks a piece). then i went to fredricks and found a silver hologram bikini bottoms with this cool deco look for 7 bucks on clearance and a cute garter belt mini slip in black and plaid for 10. then i found a pair of peach super skinny jeans that fit like a dream for 12 bucks!

then i found point break! seriously. i love bodhi. i love the ex presidents. i love quoting this movie. but mostly swayze is the coolest coolest coolest dude ever.

then i got to pet bunnies for a while while ian bought a rat for the snake! and he said when slinky (this 19 year old boa constrictor) dies then i can have a bunny because i cannot have a kitten because ian is allergic. 

pretty much the greatest shopping day ever. i am still looking for a pair of high waist shorts and i want a pair of rainbow flip flops, but i do not want to pay 50 bucks. 


and now, to go back to swayze and how awesome he was i leave you with swayze and farley doing the greatest skit of all time:

vaya con dios, dude.

what i wore yesterday

vintage riding pants &ian's boy scout belt, which wrapped twice around my waist. this was great not only because i liked the look, but ian's mom noticed i was wearing ian's belt & she gave me 3 killer vintage leather belts. 

&i wore this to work. i got so caught up sewing &studying that i did not have time to shower, so i wore a cashmere beret &it was storming so i wore rubber bottomed heeled boots &it was muggy &gross so i did not want to wear a jacket to cover my tattoos so i wore a vest &chunky wooden bangles.

ready steady GO

lately i have been having this strange feeling of having a slight on screen background part in my own life. like i made the machine work so well, i put all those years and all of those dimes into it, and now it just runs itself. it exists to exist. this is no existential crisis or anything, it is more like a hibernation period. okay. truth. i lived alone for along time and man was it the bees knees. sure, i got lonely, but it was nothing a good film and a hot shower could not fix. then i moved in with ian and my life is super awesome, i did not even think about being alone in a space. but ian went on a business trip last week and hells bells, i had the best time ever. just being alone in a space. i am happy he is back and glad to have him in my bed but there is a part of me that is still adjusting; i just don't want to end up one of those 40 something women that wear blue eyeshadow and candy bracelets. 

 for example, i went shopping for a pair of high waisted mini shorts this weekend. i found a great pair of roxy shorts from the little girls department that fit me perfectly. they were black denim with white hearts. i would have bought these heart shorts if they were not from the girls department. i dont know why it bothers me. ian thinks it is cute i can wear kid clothes but i dont know. i know i dress pretty outrageous for most and i like to push it a lot. maybe i am just in a mood. maybe i just need to get out of my head and have some fun.

 next week i am going to a sewing and design convention for a few days then i am going to atlanta over spring break. this getting out should get me out of my face. and have a week in virginia, a week in north carolina and a week marlin fishing on little gasparilla planned between now and summer. then there is summer and i would really like to get over to europe for a few weeks.

BEST VALENTINE IVE EVER GOTTEN EVER EVER

 

it is from my six year old neighbor, pharaoh. it was even in my mailbox when i came home from work. talk about old school sweet! 

organic smoothies

apparently dante digs em too.

how to boil an egg.

 

been pretty busy with things. mostly reading and talking about writing and working on the garden and farm. google taught me to boil a perfect egg yesterday, which was fun because it came out perfect and the eggs were from an organic farm down the street. 

it may seem pretty silly that i do not know how to boil an egg because i cook so much. but a.) my grandma always boiled the eggs and b.) i grew up on a farm and nick and i would always have to collect the eggs in the morning and then eat them out of coffee mugs and they were often green eggs and the chickens were often angry and i was traumatized to not eat eggs for a long while. the eggs i buy from the farm down the street are organic and delicious but they have not paid the government to certify their foods organic, so printed on the eggs is this long rant about how they have to tell us that these eggs are not for human consumption and we have to promise they are to feed to our dogs, which i find awesome and hilarious. who knew eating an egg could be such a rebel yell. the world is so absurd.

actually, pretty much everything in my kitchen is local right now, meaning it is all organic fresh food. part of the reason is because ian and i buy organic when we can (so much so that we buy and eat no meat at home) and we just found a small organic hydroponic farm down the street from our house and we can ride our bikes there. the other reason is that after all the holiday festivities and then gasparilla and then the super bowl, i got really really sick. on sunday i was really nausous just riding in the bmw to ian's brother's house in land o lakes. i thought it was because we were driving so fast, but then on the way home he had to pull over and i threw up everywhere. then all day monday i was a wreck. so for the past few days i have only been eating all of the whole foods in the kitchen and taking careful consideration preparing all of my food (which amount to smoothies and salads) and i have been getting back into my workout regimen. since monday i have lost 4.4 lbs and i am not sick to my guts anymore. 

like animals.

 i take a tremendous volume of photos. most of the photos i take do not end up anywhere, just sort of trapped in date on someone elses mac or nikon or something else. yesterday i went to my parent's house to say hello to the animals while they were at work. the german shepard pup, sasha, is sick and she is on medicines that one can tell she dislikes because she always moans and groans. yesterday i took a photo of sasha. i also took a photo of tiger beat because she really loves her photo being taken. it seems like she lives for the moments where her inattention get attention. but these are all animals. animals make so much more sense.

i took a photo of the sunroom at night, when it is dark and the sunroom looks like an old florida camp lodge, which i love. it makes me feel like i am living in another room in another time. one of the reasons i love ian so much is that he understands this feeling. when he bought the house, it was still full of furniture from the 1920s, in pristine condition. it even had an old iron and an old toaster. he saved these things for me. the house had old coffee cans from the 40s that we filled with aloe plants and orchids. sometimes we tell stories about the old couple that lived here.

often when i take photos, i think about when i am really old. like with a walker with ping pong balls on the bottom so i do not slip and fall. i will have pink hair when i am old. and i will probably be sad that i cannot wear all the tights and boots that i live in now. i think about getting old when i take photos because i think about looking at them later on. i think about the time capsule. and how it really could go either way.