Jul 2, 2018

Cinemanic Monday: "We've Become a Race of Peeping Toms"

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   I've been trying to add more classics into our Netflix DVD queue, or as James would have it, "Bluray or 4K only, please". Sorry babe, this one was only available in primitive format. It was so worth it too. I really enjoyed this film. Much like my newfound Murderino community. I would have snooped on my neighbors and especially if I suspected one of them murdered their spouse. The husband did it! Stay Sexy, Don't Get Murdered. Of even better, just don't get murdered. You can be ugly and survive too.

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   So basically, Jimmy Stewart's entire left leg is in a cast so the poor thing is stuck in his walk-up apartment and probably has a broken dick cause that cast went up really high. He spends all day creeping on his neighbors across the courtyard and for some reason has The Most top notch girlfriend ever. I know Alfred Hitchcock had a thing for blondes and boy was she a gorgeous one. I mean she is stunning in this film. She took my breath away. I know I'm not supposed to be talking about women's appearances but look at her. Even John Waters dedicated a page or two in one of his books to her elbows alone. Do people still give lessons on those silly Transatlantic accents?

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Fun fact: Gwen Stefani was so in love with this look from the film that she recreated it for her prom dress in the 80s. She's so cute! I'm pretty sure this fact was the reason I put this movie in my queue in the first place. 
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Nailed it!
   I have to admit, this movie had me rolling my eyes every once in awhile. Grace's character Stella is basically every man's fantasy and maybe mine too. She comes over, dressed to the nines, feeds the man lobster from the 21 Club and does some pretty badass, dangerous shit in the name of solving a potential murder. But the biggest eye-roll offender of this whole movie...

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   That, my friends, is a dog in a pulley basket operated by it's lazy-ass owner who can't walk down a few flights of stairs to safely allow the dog to relieve itself. I was channeling my inner PETA as I screamed at her for being so stupid. I really hope that dog was strapped in somehow. But probably not. I also screamed at her when (SPOILER ALERT) her dog is lying dead next to the basket on the bottom floor. She blamed everyone else and took no responsibility. Did I mention I work with an animal control agency? No, Karen, it DOES NOT put the dog in the basket. It also keeps their fur babies on a damn leash. Rant over.

  What was I talking about again? Ah well. Go watch this movie and please find me all of Stella's clothes and Honey, I Blew Up the Kids laser them into my size. K, thanks. BYE. 

Basic Bitch Status

Colorful alleyway in downtown San Marcos, Texas. Photo by Mom. 
  So I got these Madewell jeans... Now what? I'm simultaneously upping my fashion game and scolding myself for caving on expensive jeans because Instagram told me I deserved them. But I do, don't I? No hate to the company. These jeans really are... well made. But there are plenty of other great jeans out there for half the price. And ones from plenty of other brands who always carried plus sizes. Not this "Hey we're acknowledging you curvy girls now! Give us your money!" from Madewell. Why did I feel it so necessary to go with the most trendiest ones? Didn't my thrifty mother teach me anything? To be completely honest Keiko Lynn really cemented it for me. She had them on in a post and said these exact jeans "are the most comfortable and most worn items in my closet". GIMME GIMME. DONE.

   Don't get me wrong, I'm not bragging about buying designer jeans. I just wanted to do some public self reflection and hopefully catching myself from going down a glitzy rabbit hole of basic bitchdom. I might be hating the jeans and myself a bit for how much I love them. Hell, I feel amazing in them! I feel my style is changing but find it hard to find a balance of trending styles and my style. What is my style? I have no freakin' clue. It's like I have a better idea of what I don't like than what I do like. I used to like more feminine style. Flowery dresses and cute hats. Now I wanna wear jeans, flats and my too tight Intercourse, PA tshirt.

   Mama, I need your help and wisdom. I don't need expensive clothes when there are almost perfectly good used ones down the street at a thrift shop. Or better yet, eBay. I don't think I've expressed just how much I love vintage on this blog. It's all in the name too! Nestled in Nostalgia. I love that shit. I mainly use Instagram and Etsy for my vintage finds but found eBay has a lot of options with way better price tags. Pro tip, search by Make Offer and pay what you want. You'd be surprised how low they'll go and it automatically accepts your offer. I got this shirt for a pretty good deal considering I'm obsessed with it. I'll save thrifting tips for another post.

Jan 9, 2018

New Year, who dis?

    Happy New Year! It's been nice here in Austin thus far. It snowed on NYE. James and I stayed home with a bottle of champagne and sat by the fire. I wanted to go see the inevitable fireworks our neighbors were about to set off so I went search in a mostly unused closet for a giant coat for James to wear. I found probably his oldest piece of clothing which was this giant aqua winter coat that looked like it was straight out of an 80's catalog and matched it with a chunky sweater that belonged to his grandfather. I made him pose for a photo by the fireplace with a cheesy grin like some ski novice frat boy on vacation in Aspen. We headed out into the darkness and walked down the street as the fireworks exploded overhead. It was a good start to 2018.

   We usually take a mini vacation in January because James job is so stressful during the holidays we don't really want to wait till spring. My nephew Ethan just moved to New Orleans last month and I wasted no time making plans to see him and one of my favorite places ever. I looked back at one of my favorite blog posts Haunted City and the nostalgia hit me hard. We saw so much on that visit (our first of two) and it was so short! We got in late after a full day of traveling from Orlando, got dinner near our Airbnb, went to bed and then drove around the Garden District and French Quarter for a few hours the next morning.
Jackson Square, April 2013.
   We went again in 2015, this time for a bit longer with some girlfriends of mine. This was when I felt I really got to know the city. We got a place right on St Charles with a streetcar stop practically right outside our door. It felt different because I felt different. So much more energy. So much more time. We ran around the Garden District and finally got to stroll through Lafayette Cemetery, browsed at a antique shop on Magazine and got gelato and macarons at Sucre. Ate ALL the oysters everywhere and got drunk on Bourbon street while I stupidly left my friends to follow my favorite funk songs into random bars to dance. It should be noted, I was not that drunk to let James stay downtown by himself while the rest of us went back to our room. That trip was so great. I remember all the people being so nice. The locals were helpful with directions and everyone was so happy. I can't wait to go back.

May 18, 2017

"Won't You Cry for Me?"

   I was getting ready for work this morning and found James in the hallway, looking somber. I hugged him, "what's wrong baby?". He said he just found out Chris Cornell died. At first, the name didn't register in my brain because the I only think of elderly people dying suddenly. People that I haven't admired for 20+ years. People that aren't my husband's greatest influence and #1 idol. I'm about to cry again just typing this. How awful. He was only 52, a husband, father, an icon. I'm hurting for James so much. He looked shocked this morning. He admires him so much and suddenly he's gone. We'll never know the art he had yet created.
   I get to work and I'm looking up my old blog post from four years ago when we saw Soundgarden in concert. Admiring that beautiful man in those photos again. I start scrolling. Reading comments. Next post. This one is a funny one. More comments. I'm smiling now. Has it really been two years since my last post? I can't even blame it on being busy. I just stopped. No idea why. I really miss it though. I miss this community. The creativity spilling out of fingers. I've met so many incredible people through this platform. I see a comment from a friend who passed away last year. Tears again. Life sure is a son of a bitch.

Seize the day. Pull the trigger. Drop the blade. 
One more time around. 
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