…the who cares girl…

One day I was watching the special features to “Priscilla, Queen of the Desert” and the director said when he created posters to promote the film he used the tagline “Drag is the Drug”. I immediately thought, God, that would make a great painting! So I made it. I used a stock image of a drag queen that I found on the internets.

Acrylic paint/Prismacolor pencil/ink/glitter on wood. I haven’t listed it on Etsy yet, but I will.

I rarely buy new shoes, but I had one pair of Gee Wawa shoes already and I adore them. These gave me vibes of the brown platform-y sandals Luna chewed up another lifetime ago that I’ve been searching for all these years (what is it with me and shoe obsessions?).

As soon as I read that there were only 2 pairs left in my size, BAM, couldn’t resist. Last year I hesitated with a red velvet pair and they sold out. I still regret that shit. If you take good care of your shoes, they can last you years and years and years. That’s how I always justify a shoe purchase, anyway, and it works!

The glitter fabric that I made my muumuu with. Lovely to look at, horrible with the shedding, like this should come as a surprise to me? I have a PhD in glitter, I know how it works.

Yesterday we painted side-by-side on the coffee table, it was so sweeeet. I never imagined I’d be married to an artist. Wait a minute, I take that back, I always wanted to date an artist, probably ever since I fell in lust with a stoner in my art class freshman year of high school. Oh man, I drew pictures of him and everything, it was ridiculous. He was also in my drama class–another class to lust over him. I turned him into a character and wrote a book featuring him as the romantic lead. Memorieeeeees…

Psychedelic, originally uploaded by sigmathguru.

…always makes me happy.

I would totally paint this.

Brunelleschi Girl, originally uploaded by `Vorfas.

…by Vorfas, one of my most inspiration-inducing peeps on Flickr.

La la la leeeeee…I spent the majority of yesterday sewing my own muumuu–and let’s just say, it was not a fun project. Even after washing and drying the fabric, glitter shed all over the living room and me and Maggie and I had to use compressed air to blow glitter out of my sewing machine. And I’m not even all that crazy about the finished garment. However, I know once I see it in the sunshine I’ll change my opinion–come on, sun!

Card from the Boy.

We like butts in this family.

Fun events to consider: there’s an Andy Warhol and some sort of tribute to Kurt Cobain at the Seattle Art Museum, currently. Sounds good to me!

Jesus Christ, the ending of “Looking for Mr. Goodbar” was horrifying and disgusting. Actually the whole movie was depressing. But I also watched “The Sarah Silverman Show”, which seemed to balance it out. That was funny.

Ugh, my chest is killing me. The Boy guessed it’s probably just my lungs collapsing, gooood. We were both awake at 5:30 this morning for some awful reason, so we sat in bed and looked at a book about Cezanne and scratched Maggie and drank coffee. Today’s only goal is to paint, paint, and paint some more. Apparently Bravo is going to have a reality show about artists, sounds intriguing. Although nothing will ever beat “Drag Race”.

Nothing like a pair of glittery false eyelashes to help you make it through the day.

Here’s the boring brown hat “before”. It’s currently undergoing a dramatic, tacky make-over (my favorite!).

The “happy” end of the closet. Actually, closet #2, which contains half of our jackets on one side and half of my dresses/caftans/etc. on the other side. I grew up with two closets and was spoiled with the roominess–one closet alone is never enough. I keep EVERYTHING.

According to my Netflix “taste”, I have an affinity for raunchy comedy, and it’s hard to find really good raunchy comedies. Yesterday I watched “Dirty Love” with Jenny McCarthy, who also wrote the screenplay, and even though I know I saw/hated it back in 2005 I didn’t mind it at all yesterday. Maybe my standards have lowered. It featured Kathy Griffin as a fortune teller, and J-Rock from “Trailer Park Boys”, and the humor was disgusting, but maybe because it’s girl raunchy humor (I’m thinking of you, Margaret Cho!) it was slightly more enjoyable*. Then I watched “Adam and Steve” for the 10 billionth time and cried at the end, again. I’m such a weepy woman these days.

We booked our summer vacation, thank God, now I have something to look forward to. We’re going back to the beach house where we honeymooned in 2008 again–it’s perfect. This time I’ll be more prepared with more costumes/bikinis and certainly something floaty for the water–I need something floaty for the water. Like this!

* According to Wiki “Dirty Love” received 4 Razzies. That makes sense!

When Corinne and I went thrifting recently I found a crappy, beat-up old wooden frame, painted it with a dash of brown paint and some clear medium, coated it with glossy sealant, and BOOM! Now “The Bather” painting looks a billion times better. It’s not for sale. Mostly because 1. I randomly found the image from a magazine and I have no idea who took the photo, 2. I pretty much copied the photo and 3. I like it so much.

I bought this little eyebrow trimmer, like a mini electric razor. Perfect for getting those awful little hairs above your eyebrows without the awkwardness of using a full-size razor. “You’re going to shave your eyebrows off,” warned the Boy, but it hasn’t happened yet!

Last night he went to a free show downtown to see Mix Master Mike perform. I stayed home reading Janice Dickinson’s “No Lifeguard on Duty” for the 5th or so time and eating Oreo ice cream. He woke me up around 3 a.m. (accidentally) and was still reeling from the goodness.

“How was it?” I asked him groggily (damn Trazadone).

“Wonderful.” he whispered fervently.

I like dub step and drum and bass and mixing and scratching too, I just don’t like crowds of drunk people (anymore). Especially a free show–that’s just asking for it. He said several drunk Asians “leaned on him” during the show. Aw, how sweeeet. Not really.

Well Kissy, a burst of caffeine-inspired energy coasted me through the construction of your entire Muumuu yesterday, now I just have to add the finishing touches. After spying that photo of Beth Ditto working a caftan fabulously, I may be rethinking feathers. That is, leaning towards feathers. That’s right.

My grandmother’s necklace.

What happened to you, summery weather? Here I go and get all orange in anticipation and what is this? More days of rain and gloom? Heigh ho. Well, as a chubby Goth chick told me in the library bathroom recently, “If you don’t like the weather in Seattle just wait five minutes.” I’m waitinnnnnng!

I realize it’s just another phase, but I have to say: I really like Pilates. So far I’ve sampled different workouts on Netflix, and next week I’m going to actually try a class at my gym. I love the little motivational keywords: “long and lean“! “elegant arms!” and the exercises themselves: “The Mermaid“! “The Cancan!” and the fact that I can do said exercises without shoes and wearing any number of tights/leotard combinations. Love that. It doesn’t do a damn thing for weight loss, but it makes me feel very feminine and graceful. And that’s good.

* Quote by Janice Dickinson. Here’s another great quote from “No Lifeguard on Duty”: A “large” woman sitting next to Janice on a plane looks at Janice’s latest photographs, chokes on a peanut and has to have an emergency tracheotomy right there on the spot. Janice thinks: “The next time somebody chokes on my beauty, I’ll know how to save their life“. That’s some good shit right there.

Beth works it, originally uploaded by …the who cares girl….

See, this is what I’m talkin’ about.

(thanks, “Go Fug Yourself”!)

macrame, originally uploaded by …the who cares girl….

My grandfather, the artistic one who painted this and carved elaborate items out of wood, also used to make macrame plant holders. As with most things I associate with my father’s parents (lucite grapes, costume jewelry, alcoholism) I’ve been obsessed with these damn things for years.

Instead of learning how to make them (I have enough hobbies for now) I’ll do the next best thing: EBAY. Yes! Another obsession realized!

My creative juices are flowing again, shazzzing! I love it when that happens.

Maybe it has something to do with going fabric shopping yesterday morning…MUUMMUU SUMMER is nearly upon us!

My aunt just messaged me on Facebook and said, “I hear it’s muummu season” and I wrote back and asked her if she’d like to participate. So far, my mother and Corinne have declined, my Washington Gay said “I love you” but didn’t really give me a yes or no. I’m only sewing muumuus for willing participants!

Optional items to enhance Muumuu Summer: feather boas, fanciful footwear, glitter, and possibly a wig. Or maybe just a giant, floppy summer hat. And of course obnoxious sunglasses–I can never have too many.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: “Crumb” is one of the best documentaries I’ve ever seen.

My art therapy.

Our little greenhouse for starting plants/flowers.

Maggie only wants the rawhide if it poses a challenge to her, like if Bear Cub has it, for example.

She must get her obstinacy from Mommy.

Today’s goals are to work feverishly on sewing projects and finish up the drag queen painting and avoid eating excessively and walk the rogs. Hiiiiigh hopes, I’ve got hiiiiiigh hopes.