I look like a drug addict.
Overly distressed jorts, a black tank top so ancient that the side tag has completely fallen off, and one very old beaded necklace that one of my Dad's friends made for me in the 90s. And believe me, 4 or 5 straight days of sleep deprivation can really make you look like your damaged. If you saw my face right now I think you would understand, but I don't think we are going to go there, because, yeah dude, posting pictures of yourself in this sort of state takes courage, courage that I lack, and I don't really think you want to see my face like this, so I'm really just doing you a favor.
Down to business... this weekend I did a grand total of nothing a la nothing, except for make delicious crepes, braid several people's hair, prank call a single's hotline with a few friends, and start a minature potrait of Kate Bosworth in my Sketchbook. And, also, gain more French Vocabulary. I have successfully taught myself a series of phrases in case I want to pick up a few male prostitutes when in Paris or Marseilles (How's my breath?... Do you do this often?... I have MANY diseases....) Well I suppose saying doing nothing isn't entirely true. My dear friend Amandine and I went to the Goodwill very briefly. We also bought a huge pitcher of lemonade, and had a water fight outside. I also did something new... I climbed onto my roof for the very first time. It was actually really nice up there. Dangerous, however very nice, because the weather in Seattle today was FANTASTIC.
My spring break is this week, and I'm glad of that. This means that we get to enjoy a sunnier-than-usual vacation. It's rare that the weather is so nice so early, and I feel kind of bad, my boyfriend just left on a plane this morning to go to some small town in Florida to visit family, and although he is going to a fairly nice place, he is missing out on all of the what I consider to be very precious sunny days in Seattle. When I left to spend the summer in Arizona after the 6th grade, I came back and my Dad told me that the entire Summer her had been perfect, and that there was almost no rain at all, and even though I had just spent the whole summer enjoying dry heat, spending time with several friends, swimming in their swimming pools, I was still somehow extremely envious. Warm weather here is nice just because everything looks especially green and thanks to all of the vegetation it smells really wonderful when you walk outside.
I think tomorrow me and family #2 (that's my friend and her folks, the ones that want me to move in with them and make them dessert every day) are making Strawberry shortcake and possibly going to Scarecrow (that's the movie store with an impressive collection of ancient movies) and hopefully I can persuade them to rent Christmas in Connecticut, and then perhaps another Henry Fonda movie? We watched the Lady Eve last time I was over. And I have this huge obsession with Henry Fonda that I cannot seem to get past... I do worry for my sanity.
For those of you who have not seen this movie, The Lady Eve is about a con artist and her father who board a ship in pursuit of Charles Pike, heir to a fortune of his rich father, who owns a popular brewery. While trying to woo dear Charles, who falls for her immediately she ends up falling in love with him as well. When he finds out who she is later on, well, things don't look so good for either of them, and when Charles tells her they are through, admitting to have been on her trail for a brief time, she plans her revenge, and she gets even with good old Pike. And there is a happy ending too. Even after she gets back at good Pike, but I am going to cease from giving away the entire film, this is where I stop talking about it, and show something amusing from the movie...
I might just try and see if we can rent The Mad Miss Manton, Fonda and Stanwyck are really incredible together on screen.
Go rent an old movie, sit on the couch with your lovely girlfriend or boyfriend who did NOT leave for a week, who you won't have to wait to see until Saturday, eat some Strawberry and Nutella crepes, and if it is warm where you are, well, enjoy it, because it is not warm enough where I live, and I envy you.
I sit at my desk and I wonder why something is so amiss and then I begin to notice that folds and ruffles are protruding from places they really, honestly, should not on people... And then I scroll through 10 pages of lookbook, and it all makes sense.
Here is what should be understood...
Clothing is supposed to fit.
I believe that the clothing of a decade reflects that decade perfectly. You will look closely, and then you'll find that I am correct.
And it all really isn't the world to me, but when it comes to the stuff we wore when we were all young, I personally want to remember something better.
Don't you?
