Thursday, January 04, 2007

Ring Eastern Star Take

Another dud fortune, unless the ring has something to do with the game of ring-around-the-rosy I've been fighting all day.

Today's confusion centers around a jewelry storage/display unit from Pottery Barn Teen that I've been trying to copy. The plan was to make a grouping of these over the dresser in my bedroom, along with a mirror so I could try out different pieces without dancing back and forth between the dresser and my vanity.



I like the original PBTeen concept, pictured above, but wanted to perk it up some. (And I thought I could do it a little cheaper.) I think PBTeen had the right idea with neutral fabric (best to show off a wide range of jewelry) but I didn't like the white shabby chic frames, especially not up against my pale green bedroom walls. Hobby Lobby helped, with a nice eclectic selection of five frames in great colors.

After buying the frames (and the cork board and the fabric) I realized I had a problem. The frames were really too small for my jewelry. I don't wear dainty little bracelets and earrings like the photo shows. I'm into necklaces, and an occasional brooch. And since I have a thick neck, the necklaces are very long. So long that they can't be pinned within the frame's borders successfully. Damn.

I thought for a week, and decided that would be OK, provided I bought a long, skinny frame and let several necklaces cascade over its border. Good idea, except long, skinny frames started at $40 -- the cost of my other five frames combined! I went ahead and bought a frame anyway (since I had already invested so much in this project!) and came home to start working.

I wanted to get the placement nailed before I did much more work, so I pulled out some graph paper, measured everything, and started working. And damn it, nothing worked!!!!! Everything I tried looked boxy and ugly and all wrong. This, after $80 in frames, plus fabric ($5) plus cork board ($20).

I could cry.

I went back to the bedroom and opened a few of the dresser drawers to pull out some necklaces, and really started bawling. There, tucked away in a drawer, were the Ruben Toledo illustrations I removed from my copy of The Bombshell Manual of Style -- the ones I wanted to put above the dresser to begin with!! I've pasted the book's cover below. It might give you an idea of how fabulous the interior illustrations are.




So now I want to use the illustrations, but I also want to make the jewelry thing work. The problem is that I only have 72 inches of wall to play with. I don't have enough room to make everything happen, and I can't decide what to sacrifice.

It really boils down to what I want to happen in this room. Do I want to see these wonderful pictures, which make me smile every time I look at them? Or do I want to see my jewelry collection on display (as opposed to lost or broken or tangled) serving as a reminder that I should actually wear the stuff?

Am I romantic or am I practical? Do I want a place to dream, or a place to launch me into my day? And why, why, why can't I have both in 72 inches of wall????

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While surfing for Reuben Toledo illustrations I did find this wonderful limited edition Pleasures perfume bottle he designed for Estée Lauder. I don't buy much perfume, but this is very, very tempting. Maybe I need more perfume in my life. After all, the Bombshell Manual has a whole chapter on perfume.


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Tuesday, January 02, 2007

Opportunity Big Forever Make

I'm sneezing and coughing my way around the house while wearing a form-fitting pale, pale pink satin cami sans bra and black yoga pants. I'm trying to pretend I'm sexy instead of just ill. Sadly it isn't working.

Today's fridge fortune -- Opportunity Big Forever Make -- is obviously a dud. What kind of live-changing opportunities can I find, stuck in my house and married to a Kleenex box? I desperately want to open a bottle of wine and mope, but I'm worried about how the wine will interact with Benedryl.

At least a guy actually asked for my number. I'm verging on feeling attractive. If he ever calls I might scare the cats by singing a few lines from "I Feel Pretty."

Now if I just thought he was attractive . . . but I don't. He wasn't nerdy at all. But my beloved nerds don't want to play, so I'll have to move on to . . . I don't know, middle managers and guys who like cars?

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Thursday, December 28, 2006

Today Infinite Feel Long

Today's fortune is a no-brainer. This feels like a very long day. There are other intrepetations, of course, like how I could spend an infinite amount of time feeling something long, but given the day so far I think it's just a prediction of boredom.

Took a nap about 11:00, and dreamed R. called, asking me to spend New Year's Eve with him. It felt so real so real that I had to check my call log. Sadly, typically, the last incomming call was from my mother.

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Wednesday, December 27, 2006

Infinite Visit Web Destroy

No idea what this refrigerator fortune means. None at all. The only "infinite visit" I had was with my bed, sleeping the day away. "Web destroy" is still a mystery, and a strangly upsetting one. Why would I want to destroy my favorite thing?

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Tuesday, December 12, 2006

Laughing Out Loud

My refrigerator fortune, after a night without sleep, reads "Come, try dazzling coffee!"

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Monday, November 27, 2006

Dietary Fate

Trying to 1) waste time and 2) distract myself from this boringly healthy meal I'm eating. I decided, based on motivations I don't understand, to see what kind of crap people have written about diets and horoscopes. This is what they said about me:

Sagittarius is the sign of big dreams, expansion, and living large, and people with planets in Sagittarius (Aquarian Oprah Winfrey has her moon there) literally hunger for adventure and knowledge. When that need is not met, a fine thin-crusted pizza will do, thank you very much.

Damn, that's funny. I'll bet the same can be said of other people with different signs, too.

Must actually work, and quit surfing!!

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Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Hot Lips Blah Blah Blah

My fortune today said something about hot lips, but so far the hottest thing I've done has been to tell obliging E about how horrible I feel about R. I'm sure I'll quit obsessing about this in six months or so, but right now I have to chew it to death.

This week -- what I have learned from this?
  • I want to be with someone. Wow. That was unexpected. I thought I had decided that issue after my 28th birthday.
  • I have more patience than I thought I did. I've let myself think about this issue for over two years, first as a romantic relationship and then as a simple friendship.
  • I put too much faith in what I'm feeling, and in what I think I'm reading between the lines.
  • I still fall for the wrong men, and fall way to quickly.
  • I need feedback, and the ability to talk about issues even though I hate those kind of conversations.
  • I can't carry on a friendship -- or a deeper relationship -- with someone who won't pull their load.
  • My "guilt plate" is full. I have to offload some of this burden somewhere.
  • Listeners are too damn seductive. Stay away from men who listen. Instead find a man who occasionally has something to say. It would also be nice if he has trouble keeping his hands to himself.
  • Writing does not necessarily make me feel better.

Which brings me to the end of this post, as I should quit freaking writing and do something useful like prepare for class.

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