Tuesday, June 28, 2011

10 item wardrobe challenge

Hmmm. My sister thought up this one, and I'm a little more than a little intimidated. She says you can take ten items and make thirty outfits, but I'm going to have to see it to believe it. So... I'm going to challenge myself, and her, and any other crazy fashionistas I know, to come up with ten item, thirty outfit thing. Does that seem possible? One way to find out. I'm not suggesting the actual thirty day wearing of those ten things, just a photo collage and a nice big dress up party with the body double. It could be really exciting to integrate in a seasonal capsule kind of thing. Hmmm.

Oh, to start off the inspiration, I have a link to NEXT a malaysian fashion company that is about low consumer, high yield products. They carry it to the next level. Ten items for 1 year. Gasp. Did I just say a year? Oh, yeah:0 The lady who did the black dress for one year is going to do it, so we'll have to check that out every once in awhile. Here's the link http://theultraultra.com/?page_id=862 to Next. We're talking about jackets that transform into pants, that kind of thing. Mind boggling but very very cool.

Saturday, June 25, 2011

Stripe that!

I LOVE IT!!! What a great skirt, and without a pattern! It was a little bit mind boggling getting those all different directions and my eyes went a big buggy, but yay! Better than I hoped! This whole outfit is Made by me, and it fits GREAT!

Thursday, June 16, 2011

Sew Sew Sew... Another good trick that I know

Sewing is my thing, kind of with the whole refashion movement, that and it's psychologically easier for me to cut into something that isn't a beautiful untouched piece of woven threads. At any rate, I want a sewing wardrobe blog, and since this is Crow Hill, which has nothing to do with anything, I may as well do that. So first of all, a link to a skirt that someone made from a skirt I was thinking of knocking off, and then later i'll post pics of my versions. If that works. So here we go. Link time!


And hopefully that works:)

Not So Red

Yes, the cinematography was evocative and dramatic, the costuming was grand, and the overall grandeur was... grand. But the ending was so contraindicative. The plot was all right, the plot wasn't particularly plotty, not a mystery so much as a... guess who it is with all the clues pointing to everyone else. 
The whole time I was wondering why they didn't do a test where they made everyone go into the church and see who did and didn't burn. Simple, brisk, no one roasted in the elephant. I liked the elephant though. It was so arbitrary and extraneous. Can't help like something that bizarre. Will I watch it again? Mmmm, the actor can't act however big her eyes are. The cute guys were kind of skinny to be woodsmen, if you know what I mean;) So probably no. But it was fun and I didn't fall asleep.

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Arbitrary Rabbits

Cuteness comes in small packages, those too big heads, too large eyes, the sweetness and innocence that seems to appeal to that place in your heart that your logic never goes. Spring is a time for blooming cuteness, baby rabbits the size of your palm, dashing across the lawn in awkward hops, kittens pouncing and bouncing out of sheer energy, lambs, bambis, calves, baby moles even, all showing the world cuteness only a few can deny.

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Claws and Kisses

Because if you're going to do something, you may as well do it right. My hero is vulnerable. Slightly. We don't want weakness, no, that's... weak. So, he's tormented with the desire to take something he knows he shouldn't, tormented with the knowledge that something he has today will be gone tomorrow. Tormented with the knowledge that every moment is a fluke, a heaven destined to crash and burn in a bloody... And she is cute in his too big boots, and big black coat, with her messy hair, and big eyes, dark eyes in a pale face, mushroom pale peering up at him. Vulnerable with a core of steel you can see when she knows you aren't telling her something.

Monday, June 13, 2011


Under the humid June heat, with the beating of the sun, the air so thick you have to open your mouth slightly, a panting kind of day, too far to the shed to gather real tools, so I'm left with a spoon for my candypop reds. The soil is friable, dark, rich and loamy, the sort of soil weeds compete over, victors many. We'll see how long the dirt stays brown, a color too quickly consumed, how long the reds reign.

Saturday, June 11, 2011

Bambi is bleating

Because he can't stay out of my lilies. Peas. Oh, don't forget tomatoes. Who eats tomato plants? They're from the nightshade family, but does that stop the dear little deer? Oh no! He mows down everything without the slightest mercy, although I did notice him avoiding my brussell sprouts. I only like them because they look like fairy cabbages. Ah well. Today he ventured into my front yard, the place where I've been forced to move all my roses and lilies in a desperate attempt that they can survive the shade better than the ravenous bleating beasts. He is cute. Oh, so cute, but cuteness does not make up for the anguish of seeing my botanical masterpiece brutally raped and decimated. Where is his mother?

Friday, June 10, 2011

Thunder, Lightning, Thor and True Grit

I had the lowest expectations for both Thor and True Grit. Everyone loved True Grit which always makes me suspicious, and the previews for Thor were very video gamey. Not a bad thing necessarily, I just didn't go in expecting any kind of plot. Oh, the errors of my ways. Thor was lovely. There wasn't a single bikini clad warrior chick that I noticed, Thor himself was a gentleman, no Conan jerk here, and there was an actual plot, one that made sense even! It had character development, which of course, no one in their right mind would expect, but there you go. As for True Grit, well, that's a movie I'll be thinking about for a few days at least. There was no dramatic cinematography, there was only raw emotive acting, clever dialogue, and extremely vigorous vocabulary. I didn't even recognize Matt Damon until the end credits, DH said, "is that Matt Damon?" and I said, "Oh no, not remotely." So there you go. An excellent unexpected movie week.

Thursday, June 9, 2011

Demon Chickens

You know that song, the one about ghost chickens in the sky? Did I make up those lyrics or was it a spoof? Either way, that song was my song last night. I had two chickens. Now I have one chicken and lots of feathers.

I woke in the night to the sound, only a soft cry at first that gathered in intensity until it was the song of a thousand demons screeching out an ode to hell. It went on, and on, and on, and on, while I lay in my bed wondering how bad the clean up would be. Turns out it's only feathers, not even a pair of rubbery dead chicken feet to be found.

Did I mention how fun it is to have things slaughtered in your yard while you listen to the death throes? This is why people live in cities where people don't usually rip off other people's heads and leave nothing but the feet and a spray of blood staining two stories up a building.

GROSS that's all I have to say.

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Swirl and Satan doing the Flamenco

Swirl is a musical group that Borne shoes used for their ad campaign some time last year. I love Born shoes. Particularly last year's. At any rate, I now follow Swirl because unlike some authors who write to songs with lyrics, I can't. I start trying to figure out lyrics, which I'm notoriously bad at. "Peeing down a drain," when it's actually, "been down for being strange." Anyway, Swirl has some lovely songs for writing kind of transition stuff. Relaxing without being monochrome. Also, think Satan doing a dance off. Mmm Hmmmm

Saturday, June 4, 2011

Another day, another bad haircut

My writing is moving along very nicely. So nicely in fact, that I decided to take a break and get a haircut. Oh, no, you're thinking. Oh yes. My dearest darlingest told me that it wasn't that bad, no, his mother had this haircut for as long as he can remember. Howling? Sackcloth and Ashes? No, not really. I sighed and submitted like a good Hotblood, knowing I can do nothing more, I accept my destiny as a bad hair case. Now I'm off to write something about someone with marvelous locks that swirl in the wind, that sweep over shoulders like a cape, that he can tangle his fingers in becoming intoxicated by that scent of wind tangled hair.

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

baffledbooks Giveaway

Today I am the guest blogger at http://baffledbooks.com/06/01/under-the-spotlight-personality-theory-with-juliann-whicker/#comments
So today I have nothing more to say than, Oh my shoe! It's Soapy!