As you know, I’m working on a couple different ways to make some extra money around the house. So last week, Ben and I went to the park and took some shots to showcase the three main styles of crochet stuffs I’ll be selling on Etsy. I wanted to launch today, but all the pictures I took this morning with my own camera turned out pretty crappy. I thought about it, and I decided that if I have the time and the energy to do it right, I might as well scrap it and retake everything with Ben’s camera, even though that is maddening.
I don’t actually have a lot of time to work on the Etsy site, even though I think about it and talk about it basically constantly. I worry that when we do open everybody’s going to take one look at it and think, ‘all that drama for this?’ I mean, if I just wanted to make money, a minimum wage cashier gig, or a string of housecleaning jobs would have doubled what I’ll make from this store in half the work time. I’m starting this in the same spirit that I started to blog. I don’t really know where this journey will lead, but I’m going to go forward and figure it out along the way. There’s no real rush to open. It’s only my own anxiousness that’s making me want to get to the next step. I’ve been toiling over something nobody but Ben sees for literally months now (a month and 24 days counts as months, right?), and I’m anxious to get it moving. So, instead of this being a launch post, it’ll have to be a sneak preview of sorts. What can I say? Patience is not one of my virtues.
In the meantime, I’ve found a good calendaring solution for my immediate needs:
My “to do” board/office mirror
Hat by me (of course)
Scarf is a hand-me-down from my great grandma
Green tank (under the vest) from The Gap
Vest from Ross
Navy Talbots jacket from the thrift store
Overskirt is a wrap around from Many Hands in Corvallis, Or
Underskirt is from the thrift store
Shoes are Taos from Footwise Corvallis, Or
Yesterday was my Liveblog/Livestream of Die Hard 1. Counting myself, my boyfriend and everybody that joined us online, there were four people in attendance. No one stayed for the whole movie, not even me (pee break), but I had a great time and I can’t wait to do it again tomorrow.
I know I already talked about it, but I am still insanely in love with The Steel Remains. I finished it Wednesday and immediately purchased more audible credits so I could buy the sequel, The Cold Commands. Almost without noticing it, I’ve already listened to over six and a half hours of the seventeen hour book in the ensuing day and a half. Yesterday evening Ben and I were walking the dog and I found myself (for the millionth time) completely geeking out over the characters and how great they are. Then out of nowhere, I basically screamed “I can’t wait for you to read this book, it’s so great!” It scared him. He yelled a little bit.
I think I’m actually going to have to self-impose a break starting tomorrow because this is the kind of book where I ingest it as fast as humanely possible, which basically dehydrates all of it’s raw emotion and shunts it into my brain with a t-shirt cannon, and that is followed by the massive, crippling depression of knowing that the book is over and I can’t have any more until the author writes the third (and last) installment. When the cycle will start all over again.
Unexpectedly, another book I’m really enjoying right now is Richard Branson’s Loosing My Virginity. I had it on my Amazon with list and Ben’s mom sent it to us (along with a ton of other books) for our birthdays. I’d expected it would be like all the other business books I’ve ever read: edifying and sometimes interesting on an abstract level, but ultimately boring and slow. To my incredible surprise and joy, the Virgin Group head gives pretty great, and sometimes almost unbelievable autobiography. I’m only 100 pages in out of something like 600, so I can’t speak to the whole thing, young Branson is only about 21 at this point.
I admit, sometimes the things he and his idle rich family get up to can be annoying. Oh, he had this aunt who had a boyfriend with a biplane and she owned a farm and a marketing firm, but times was so tough his parents could only afford 3 separate boarding schools. Must have been hard. But once you’re over the fact that this is a fairly serious view of the inside of Bristsh landed gentry, a class whose ignorance of reality has been centuries in the making, it’s kind of fun. When the rich don’t know they’re rich, they come up with some mostly hilarious ideas of what roughing it looks like. But they also get up to some grand adventures. And all this class hate isn’t to suggest I don’t think at least some of the lessons he’s learned can be translated downstream. Ignoring the chip on my shoulder, this book is really a good time. After all the brooding and hacking people to pieces in the Ringil Eskiath stories, some wacky seet-of-our-pants entrepreneurial chicanery hits the spot.
I only actually slept between the hours of 4:30 and 7:30 this morning, and it’s 10:30 p.m. now, so this is probably going to make less sense then cows on a calculus. But a woman has to try.
I made a commitment to weekdaily posts, and I don’t back down. What’s the difference between a dedicated blogger and a pit bull with lipstick? The pit bull knows when to let go. Also, she takes the time to at least attempt to work on her appearance. Obviously the blogger stopped caring years ago.
Guess who had burgers for dinner and chili cheese fries for desert? Ben. But I helped.
Also, watch this. I already tweeted about it, but 60 whole people read my blog, only 520 people follow me on twitter, so… Wait, for real? It used to be 530. I must have scared them away when I told them to watch this. Whatever, who needs those people. Watch this, you won’t regret it. I laughed until I cried, and that’s not just because my eyes were starting to swell due to over exposure.
Can you tell why my knees are bad at 27? It’s because I stand like a damn double amputee all the fucking time! WHY CAN’T I STAND LIKE A HUMAN INSTEAD OF A MARIONETTE?!
Scarf is from a shop on Main Street in Seal Beach on Main Street. Beyond that, I have no memory of it.
Jacket is from a thrift store
Green long sleeved shirt is from The Gap
Maroon tank is from Target
Wrap-around skirt is from Many Hands in Corvallis, OR
Leg warmers are from Target
Merrell’s are from REI
I have my bluetooth in because I was actually on the phone when these were being taken. Some people might clean up the house while they talk on the phone, I model. It’s a talent.
Clocket (clock/locket) necklace was a gift from Ben, purchased at Hapa Collective in Seal Beach.
Jacket from the thrift store
Red shirt from Macy’s
Blue tank from The Gap
Purple skirt from Targte
Black leggings from Target
Red socks from Target
Blue and orange Nike Internationalists from Sports Authority
This is the second outfit post in a row where I wore this dress. I really want it to be Spring. I mean, it is Spring, but it seems like I’m learning that Spring near the ocean means lots and lots of clouds, which is not what I think of as Spring. So I wear this dress and hope for flowers.
Maroon shirt is from the thrift store
Flowered dress is from ASOS, but I had to have it tailored
Wool Vest is from Ross
Maroon leggings are from K-mart, but I had to take them in.
Merrell flats are from REI
This outfit was incredibly fun to wear. I seem to be moving towards shorter skirts lately. That’s probably a good thing since it FINALLY feels like summer is coming.
Collared shirt is from the thrift store
Olive tank is from Target
Skirt is from the thrift store
Socks are from Target
Shoes are from Target
Locket was a gift from Ben, who purchased it at the Happa Collective in Seal Beach, Ca