flower hair clip - handmade, postlapsaria.com
vintage blouse - thrifted
bow belt - thrifted
vintage skirt - beacon's closet, hemmed shorter
tights - h&m
shoes - payless
Eyes: MAC Bare Canvas paint, Steel Blue pigment, White pigment, Urban Decay Oil Slick, MAC Blitz and Glitz Fluidline.
Last night was theInkwell (one of Jeremy's bands) / Janelle Monae / Of Montreal show, which was a lot of fun. Of course, I almost passed out a couple of times, which is not cute and rather embarrassing, if nothing else. The surgery I had on my head left me with a bit of nerve damage that sometimes triggers blackouts. They happen mostly in the shower or at shows. I am an old woman...what the heck? Tangent aside, it was a great show and I was so happy to have Jeremy, Lane and Erin in one room. Magical people. On another side note, I can't decide if Erin and Bobby were separated at birth, or if they're soul mates and I should release him to his perfect match.
In other news, all of this stress and nonsense (mundane chaos, if you will) has left me with little inspiration and a great deal of work. My worries are often written on my face, if I'm not making a conscious effort to smile. I blame it on my somewhat squinty eyes and pouty lips, that make me look miserable if not paired with a smile. The truth is, besides those petty, momentary wanderings of the mind (why aren't they done with my macbook? are my taxes in order? I forgot to send out those swatches. did I pay my credit card bill?), I've been content. Happy, even. I can poke fun at myself and move on with my day. I'm taking note from my fictional life coach (Maude, from Harold and Maude):
Well, if some people get upset because they feel they have a hold on some things, I'm merely acting as a gentle reminder: here today, gone tomorrow, so don't get attached to things.
Done. Granted, I'd shank someone if they took Snowball, my stuffed panda. Seriously, don't even try it.