28 May 2013

Buster Keaton is boss.

A while back I discovered the awesomeness that is Buster Keaton. I'd like you to enjoy him too.

I love laughing at something like this that's so straightforwardly funny - not gimmicky or forced, or anything, just Buster Keaton being awesome.


22 April 2013

I used to hate white.

Hate is a pretty strong word for it, but I actually think it came close to that. When it comes to interiors, I'm not the worlds biggest fan of white.

I like ivory and cream shades. I could take white in clothes (well, keep in mind that we're talking about the one who gives any white shirts she buys, a 3-6 month life expectancy. Spaghetti is not our friend.) I could take white in cars. I could take white ... animals. White food and drink. Even houses that are white on the outside. But for some reason, houses with a lot of white on the inside just don't/didn't do anything for me. Didn't float my boat. Didn't toast my bagel. 

Shudder.

When I tried to pinpoint the exact reasons for my great white hatred, I came up with a couple main ones.

1. I'm about as cold blooded as a person can get, and not be a reptile. And I don't mean that in the cruel, heartless sense of the phrase. (Quiet in the peanut gallery.) Honestly, one of the comments I hear most from patients during a workday is "Oooh, your hands are cold!" So, I think that white has a very definite 'chilly' association, and in general, I despise chilliness.

2. I perceived white as 'belonging' to the particular decorating styles that aren't very 'me': modern, cottage, or nautical types. While my decorating style is super eclectic, those three are pretty far down the list. I'm not much into minimalist or industrial, or what I mentally refer to as the "beachy cottage." 

3. Plus, I think I subconsciously I look at white and see extra cleaning. Again, my history with white shirts and spaghetti.

So for pretty much ever I've been envisioning my future house. And it never had much white in it. Keep in mind it doesn't bother me much when other people use white ... even, you know how white doors and trim have been 'in' for awhile now? I just became more sure that I would never use it for myself. 

"Toooo much white," said Liz.

But lately I like to think I'm becoming a little more balanced. Instead of seeing white as a mere stark void of color, I am beginning to appreciate its potential. White can really kind of 'clean up' a room visually ... in proper doses. 

In general, I think a home should make people feel comfortable and welcome. To me the most comforting and welcoming rooms actually are a tiny bit cluttered ... just enough to make it lived in. Books and woodwork and curiosities and lots of texture, and being surrounded by well loved, well used, and well appreciated things. To keep from being oppressive, perhaps a little white might come in handy now and then. :)

I like this pretty well, except for the white chairs. The floor, the black curtains, and the different wood tones attract me.

 I could deal with this kind of white. It has a layered look to it, and warmth.

 A bit too primitive, but I really love the weathered whiteness and the contrast of the dishes in the dark cabinet.

 Dark walls, white floor. (I still don't like the white trim much. Or the stark industrial style.)

 White walls, dark trim, wood floor. Cool!

The white bedding really looks inviting against the dark walls and the wood floor.

There. A glimpse into my journey toward my perfect decorating style. What is your opinion on white? And why?

10 March 2013

"Nancy, you're a whiz, as I've often told you," her friend declared.

Oh Nancy Drew. I adore you in all your shapes and forms over the years, from your bob in the 30s to your 'titian blonde' in the 50s to your plaid pants in the 70s. I adore you because you are literally perfect in every way. You have a bewildering variety of talents, a limitless supply of trivial knowledge, and the best of beginner's luck in anything new that you try. You are pretty much amazing. Thank you for more than 10 years of being my go-to feel-good heroine. 


 






 




 Bonus! :) Part 1 of one of those classic 1930s Nancy Drew movies.


02 March 2013

I have something for you!

So does anyone remember last year when I got a free dress from eShakti?

(Here's that post, in case you don't remember.)

Because of how fantastic they are, eShakti is giving YOU a special offer. If you order something between now and Sunday March 10th, enter BECOMING88 and get 20% off.

I've ordered several times from them and have always been more than happy. I love being able to pick just what kind of length, sleeves, necklines, etc. and customize my own clothes for a decent price. Here are pictures of my "bird dress" and my "colorblock dress"; I like them both so much!



Now make sure and take advantage of this. Go right over and pick out something fun and fresh for spring ... there are all sorts of adorable things. And you're welcome.

28 January 2013

An important thing happened on this date.

Two hundred years ago exactly, Jane Austen's book Pride and Prejudice was first published.

Can we all just agree that this is massively momentous?


19 January 2013

Thrifty thrifty!

Thrifty is a little bit hard to say lots of times in a row.

But here, look at my haul from today! It was pretty good pickings I thought, and it was just the thing to do on a super-duper-lazy Saturday.

  • 2 sweaters ... a nice chunky one, and one from Gap.
  • 5 skirts. (Anyone know a good easy way to take in a waistband?)
  • 2 thermal type shirts, which I love lately for how comfy they are.
  • 1 pair of funny lace up galoshes.
  • 3 framed pictures. Including a neat Oriental silk one.
  • 4 framed mirrors.
  • 1 book of Agatha Christie mysteries.
  • 1 pair of cameo clip on earrings, and 2 brooches. For pretty projects.
 So happy its Saturday finally!




06 January 2013

Monday's child.


Monday's child is fair of face,
Tuesday's child is full of grace,
Wednesday's child is full of woe,
Thursday's child has far to go,
Friday's child is loving and giving,
Saturday's child must work for a living,
Sunday's child is bonny and blithe

I was born on a Monday (on a Labor Day, actually.) What about you?

30 December 2012

Stream of consciousness.

Oh my stars, well, Christmas came and Christmas went and I feel a teeny bit Christmased out. That's probably a good thing, too, or I would never get tired of it and it would be an all year thing, and you all would be unable to deal.

I said it before, and say it again I must: I MISS BEING A STUDENT. Gah! Just when I thought I was completely cool with all this grown-upness, the holiday season comes, and I'm still getting up to work every morning while my roommate/sister sleeps in, on Christmas break. Phoo. It all evens out though I guess, because she works overnights now, and had to work 6pm-6am both on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, meaning our trip home was a little bit rushed. Rushed but still nice. 


Another cliche, but still true: it's more fun to give than to receive. I had barrels of fun shopping this year. I patrolled eBay, Etsy, and Amazon and discovered some new ones like ThinkGeek (need a sonic screwdriver for your favorite Doctor Who addict, anyone?) and Uncommon Goods

I also girded up my loins and completed some Pinterest projects. Among them ... homemade peanut butter cups, a Nancy Drew book-purse, and my first timid painting project, as seen here unfinished.


Those peanut butter cups were good, and easy. This is a lovely picture of me with a half eaten one. You're welcome!


Now theres just the New Year to go, and then normal life will begin again. I don't do New Years resolutions really. I'm trying to do 'life resolutions'. I really am.

Stuff that has occurred lately ... or that has taken place in my mind ...

I work out. Not every day, but close. The results are worth the cold trips in and out of the gym.

My hair, ugh my hair. I had thought I wanted to grow it long, but now, I am at war with myself. This always happens. Its at that awful in between place. What shall I do?

I started a little pewter collection. Pewter is cool!

My parents were visiting yesterday and it was nice. We ate at Panera's and then went to the Tattered Book, which is a very good place to go, if you love books. I love books. I bought myself some. We need bookshelves pretty bad, because there are already 5 boxes worth just sitting around.

This is the Tattered Book.

 This is friendly bookstore kitty.

Two of my favorite co-workers are leaving. The only good thing about this is, it gives us all an excuse to go out and eat at Pam's Pub & Grub for a farewell. If you ever go to Pam's, do yourself a big favor and just order a hamburger ... or fried chicken ... because both of those are pretty darn tasty.

I love Jergens Ultra Healing Lotion. No lie. LOVE it. Basically, it has saved my life.

It snowed more, and my car slid into a ditch a little bit. Not much but enough that I couldn't back out. A man saved me. Then, on my way home, I also tried a shortcut which almost got me stuck again. Almost. My snow-driving skills are pretty pathetic, but I got myself out of that one on my own. Woohoo?

I got a 12 cent raise.

That thing where you can schedule your blog posts? Is awesome. I didn't even really know about it. Just for fun, I scheduled those last two Christmas songs. But I probably won't do it again, because I'm not big time and I don't need to.

Very badly I want a pet owl. Never mind that its illegal. I think I might volunteer with these beauties.

OK, this is the end for now. I'm going to read some more in my new tattered book.


25 December 2012

Music is the best part of Christmas. (Part 8 and the end.)

The words to this one are completely fitting. 



In the Bleak Midwinter

Text: Christina G. Rossetti, 1830-1894
Music: Gustav Holst, 1874-1934

1. In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan,
earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone;
snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow,
in the bleak midwinter, long ago.

2. Our God, heaven cannot hold him, nor earth sustain;
heaven and earth shall flee away when he comes to reign.
In the bleak midwinter a stable place sufficed
the Lord God Almighty, Jesus Christ.

3. Angels and archangels may have gathered there,
cherubim and seraphim thronged the air;
but his mother only, in her maiden bliss,
worshiped the beloved with a kiss.

4. What can I give him, poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd, I would bring a lamb;
if I were a wise man, I would do my part;
yet what I can I give him:  give my heart.

24 December 2012

Music is the best part of Christmas. (Part 7.)


A thing of beauty is a joy forever. Come onnnn ... I mean, Alison Krauss and Yo-Yo Ma? Yikes!


The Wexford Carol

Good people all, this Christmas time,
Consider well and bear in mind
What our good God for us has done,
In sending His belov├Ęd Son.
With Mary wholly we should pray
To God with love this Christmas Day;
In Bethlehem upon the morn
There was a blest Messiah born.

The night before that happy tide
The noble virgin and her guide
Were long time seeking up and down
To find a lodging in the town.
But mark how all things came to pass:
From every door repelled, alas!
As long foretold, their refuge all
Was but a humble oxen stall.

Near Bethlehem did shepherds keep
Their flocks of lambs and feeding sheep;
To whom God’s angels did appear
Which put the shepherds in great fear.
“Prepare and go”, the angels said,
“To Bethlehem, be not afraid;
For there you’ll find, this happy morn,
A princely Babe, sweet Jesus born.”

With thankful heart and joyful mind,
The shepherds went the babe to find,
And as God’s angel has foretold,
They did our Savior Christ behold.
Within a manger He was laid,
And by His side the virgin maid
Attending to the Lord of Life,
Who came on earth to end all strife.

23 December 2012

Music is the best part of Christmas. (Part 6.)

Today, you get not one, but two, songs from one of our perennial favorite Christmas albums! The acapella group GLAD, which came out with this CD in about '94, I think. Pretty ancient.

These arrangements are so different and ear-catching.

"Glory to God"

"O Come, O Come Emmanuel"

O come, O come, Emmanuel,
And ransom captive Israel,
That mourns in lonely exile here
Until the Son of God appear.

Rejoice! Rejoice!
Emmanuel shall come to thee, O Israel.

O come, Thou Day-spring, come and cheer
Our spirits by Thine advent here;
Disperse the gloomy clouds of night,
And death’s dark shadows put to flight.

Rejoice! Rejoice!
Emmanuel shall come to thee, O Israel.

O come, Desire of nations, bind
All peoples in one heart and mind
Bid angry strife and quarrels cease,
And be Thyself our King of Peace.

O come, O come Emmanuel
O come, O come, Emmanuel
Shall come to thee O Israel.

Emmanuel shall come to thee, O Israel.

20 December 2012

Music is the best part of Christmas. (Part 5.)

Anything by Mannheim Steamroller brings back childhood scenes. This is hands down the most relaxing Silent Night you'll ever hear.



You can feel the magic in the air, you know it's everywhere.

Presents all ready and waiting to be taken back to my parents.



It held off for a looooong long time, but yesterday it SNOWED. We went out shopping before it got too bad. Also we stopped to take pictures.





Real tree in the living room.

 With owls on it.


 Fake little mini tree in bedroom. With lots of pink things on it.

 Centerpiece.


 I crocheted hats and scarves for some of my collection. Don't they look handsome?

Dear goodness, I just can't get enough of Christmastime.