08|31|2009
1. jazzy summer nights. 2. stripes & drop-crotch pants. 3. white denim.
currently…
excited about: my birthday coming in 2+ weeks! (Oh, & this, too.)
worried about: my gynecologist appointment on Wednesday; here’s hoping the HPV hasn’t come back.
reading: Exhibitionism for the Shy, by Carol Queen.
creating: stories in my head, trying to get them to be more tangible so I can write them down.
loving: my little Ewok, Sofié Aiko.
hating: that I caught Jonathan’s man-cold. I’m miserable. I’m also hating these wretched fires & triple digit temperatures.
wondering: what I would look like with my hair shaved to a TWA (teenie-weenie-afro). I’m seriously considering it.
craving: the feeling of not being sick.
listening to: Imogen Heap’s newest album, Ellipse.
watching: The Tudors, season 3. Almost finished!
netflix-ing: The Curious Case of Benjamin Button. (Which I sent back unwatched because I was too intimidated by the film being almost 3 hours long. I know this makes me a pansy in some way, but I just couldn’t bring myself to even try to sit through it.)
{meme courtesy of wishcake.}
08|25|2009
tank top is from Forever21; white denim jeans are from Gap; boots & harness are from Alicia; skull necklace is my own.
On Sunday night, I went to a Gap Born to Fit party, hosted by Kerri & Nicole, where all of the party-goers received a pair of pants of their choice FREE. We were served delicious hors d’eurves & mixed drinks, & were assisted in finding our perfect pair of jeans by some very nice Gap specialists. We even got free valet parking! I felt like such a celebrity.
I ended up picking these white denim pants (retailed at nearly $70!), because for some reason I was enamored by them. From the moment I saw them, I knew exactly what I wanted to do to them: I wanted to obliterate them. I wanted to slash some slits on the legs with a knife, & dull down the threads with a cheese grater — much like a pair of shorts I did before.
& so, the next day, I went at the jeans with a kitchen knife, while Jonathan watched in horror. (He felt like the jeans looked fine as they were originally, but I wanted them to look as punk-rock as possible.) I am very satisfied with the result.
& we’ll see how long this pure white hue lasts, especially with my messy eating habits.
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it’s all about love & relationships on ask apricot this week:
08|20|2009
(This is sort of a sequel to a post I did before. & Jonathan has been waiting rather impatiently for me to post it.)
1.) I’m still getting used to the oh-so-wonderful feeling I get when I come home to see that my husband has cleaned the bathroom (my most dreaded household chore), or did the dishes, or put the linens on the bed, or folded the laundry. There is nothing like it.
2.) I’m still getting used to being referred to as “wife” & calling Jonathan my “husband,” out of sheer disbelief & giddiness that that is actually my title in this relationship.
3.) I’m still getting used my husband’s sex drive, which is several decibels higher than my own.
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08|17|2009
striped shirt is from Forever21; drop-crotch pants are from Target; sandals are from Cali; hat & bag are from H&M.
Drop-crotch pants are a thing of the past, I think. For several months, the fashion blogosphere was all a-buzz about them & now the trend has practically vanished into thin air. (& I’m talking strictly drop-crotch pants, not harem pants; I believe there is a difference between the two.) It’s always nice when a trend’s hype dies down. Now I can wear them without feeling like I have to upstage the grandma next door who’s also rocking them.
I also had to change my photo-station, because we got another bookshelf in that area. No matter; I like a bit of change. We just desperately need to buy more books to fill up all of the space.
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08|13|2009
Let me ask you something: What do you see when you look at these pictures?
Are you studying the clothing? Are you coveting the shoes & the accessories? Or are you taking note of the hairstyles & the makeup artistry? All of these are common observations, especially if runway fashion is your forte.
But let me tell you what I see in these pictures.
I see bulging kneecaps (that being the biggest part on the models’ legs); I see blatant rib-cages & collarbones; I see super-skinny wrists, & unhealthily lean bodies; I see bodies that are not proportionate, thus giving the models a frightening appearance (their heads seem too large for their bodies).
Those are the first & only things I notice. I don’t care if they’re wearing the latest fashions from Alexander Wang or Marc Jacobs… The models are far too thin, & it’s disgusts me.
& I don’t believe the bullshit remarks that these models have “always been really lanky & thin.” Standing 5′9” & weighing 110 lbs — like model Chanel Iman, who is rumored to weigh even less — is NOT normal for anyone, let alone a supermodel.
It’s pictures like these that keep me firmly responding “No, thank you” to the question “Why aren’t you a model?!”
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08|10|2009
This is photo #40 of my 365 project (or one of them). It was taken last night, right as I was about to settle into the couch for over two hours to watch Henry & June with my husband, while basking in romantic candlelight. The movie was enlightening; very erotic & slightly uncomfortable to watch. But I forced my eyes open to see those images to have my brain fully grasp the resounding idea that sex & sexuality is beautiful. (& mine is a work in progress.)
I feel like a zombie today. My mind is a muddled mess. I am lethargic, broody, & light-headed. My thought processes are coming out in random, run-on sentences. I woke up this morning craving Muddy Buddies after having a dream that I was eating them in a bathtub. & my uterus is doing what it does every first of the month: raging, screaming, & having a bloody tantrum. (Pun not intended, believe it or not.) Perhaps this is why I am feeling so out of it…?
& you know what? I think stilettos were created by the devil himself, & those who can wear them freely & fiercely must be possessed. Seriously, I have uber amounts of respect (& a little disdain) for women who actually walk around in those things. Me? I look like a baby elephant on stilts. Never again will I put my poor chicken legs through that kind of torture. My upper thighs kind of hate me today.
Also: I could never be a model. Never, ever. It’s far too boring & I’m far too awkward. But that’s a whole other story.
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08|06|2009
I am following my heart much more these days; closing certain chapters in my life, while eagerly starting new ones. I feel it’s time to move on from certain adventures & focus more on things that give me true pleasure. It’s time to let go of relationships & projects that are seemingly caught in limbo (should I continue on, or should I finish it?). Those “relationships” being the my Facebook account — which I bravely deleted several days ago — & those “projects” being my little etsy shop, apricot’s closet.
Next Tuesday, apricot’s closet will be shutting its doors permanently.
What started out as a part-time side project turned into something that involved nearly all of my emotions, as well as developing a bit of carpal tunnel. I didn’t expect to have this store turn into what it did. I had only meant to sell a few beaded necklaces & let that be it. Now, 20+ sales later, I am stunned at how it was received, when I truly had no intention of letting it carry on for this long. & now… it’s time to move on.
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