July 31, 2012

Just in time for Halloween

I'm on the ball guys and dolls. Well, sort of. I've put some sort of effort into Das Shop lately but not so much on Das Blog. I wanted to show you what I have been cooking up for Halloween. I have another idea I'm working on but not sure if it will work out in time, we'll see. For now you get to see what I'm excited to show you right now, my Creepy Doll Head Garland! (if you follow on FB or twitter you've already seen it, maybe)

I've also added another pair of Sid Viciously and Nancee Halloween pillows from a few years back.

July 23, 2012

Don't blink!

This tweet just hit me at the right moment recently.

I just watched this clip now I have to see this doc.

Scariest thing I've ever seen. I can't  look at it with out feeling true fear. I'm being serious. This thing really give me the creeps yet I keep staring at it.

I legitimately look at this site often. I love it. I really dose take the edge off sometimes and they're so darn cute. I want to bring one home and keep it in my bathtub.

Just watched this Coffin video (he is no bueno at mouthing the words to his OWN song)

Really loving this album.

I updated my About Me page for my shop!

and that's that...

July 19, 2012

Let's all go camping and feed ourselves to bears!

Wet camping should be outlawed. But before I dive into my negative, self-loathing, people hating attitude (HATE, HATE, HATE) let's say that I brought the wet on myself. It's my fault I jinxed our trip. But I'm going to complain about it anyways because I am a very negative person.
I didn't want to go camping in the hot sun. I was dreading it and was certain that it was going to be hot the entire time. So, I did a little rain dance in my undies one night the week before and prayed to the gray clouds of rain that it would sprinkle just part of the time we were camping so that we wouldn't be hot the entire time.

I was probably more worried about the heat at this point than I was worried about the fact that we were willingly feeding ourselves to bears going to this particular campground. Major bear territory. FUN!

I'm here to tell you that half-naked rain dances work because it rained the entire time. There were very few times it wasn't raining and if it wasn't downright pouring it was sprinkling. I did get a lot of use out my newly thrifted umbrella (there's one positive thing for you.)
A text conversation I had a week before the trip with my mom:

Me: You know it's supposed to rain the entire weekend we'll be camping (first attempt to get out of this trip)
Her: Our tent is waterproof
Me: Perfect ;)
Her: We will be ruffin it
Me: (thinking: that's what I'm afraid of)

If I remember correctly the other reason why we went camping is because of fatherly guilt. It will get you every time. It was my dad's birthday weekend and months ago he guilt-ed us into making sure we set aside time to plan to go with him. My dad loves camping. It is his element. He loves cooking while camping even more. That is another positive aspect that I don't have to do much cooking at all. Trying to help only causes grief for you and the cook so it's best to stay out of elbows way. He does cook the best camping meals hand down. Can you say pineapple upside down cake? (insert Homer moan here)

Tempers are either extremely chill while camping or they're on edge. It's completely bipolar and happens to almost each individual at one time or another. As a kid, the biggest thing about camping that I remember is the fighting. There might be some suppressed reason as to why I hate it so bad but we'll leave that buried deep inside for now.

Another lovely aspect to this trip was that I had to go with out Tyrone which seemed okay at first but then quickly realized I wanted him there pretty badly. I guess I missed him. This must mean I do actually like him. How about that? He had to work. His new job makes him work dumb hours and that means every Friday night and almost all day on Saturdays.

The very highlight and utter PURE JOY was being on my period. This might be too much information and you're more than welcome to bow out at this point because I sure as hell am going to talk about it.

A text conversation I had Thursday evening with my mom:

Me: Do they have real toilets where we're going camping?
Her: Yes
Me: OK cuz I started today so I was worried about that (hoping she was going to say No and I could get out of camping all together)
Her: There's a pretty nice outhouse for a camping outhouse
Me: An outhouse? boo
Her: It's a brick n cement building not an outhouse
Me: (torn feelings about this) OK?
Her: Like with a guys side and girls side
Me: OK
After we set up Friday afternoon we went to the toilets to relieve ourselves only to find out that the ENTIRE campground was out of water and all of the bathrooms would be closed indefinitely. FUCK ME! TAKE ME THE FUCK HOME RIGHT FUCKING NOW!!! This is about the time I began kicking myself for not driving my own car when I just knew before we left that I should. Now the bears would be sure to eat us in our sleep now that there is an openly bleeding woman in the campsite. I don't know what movie or joke it's from but Tyrone always quotes this "The bears! They can smell the menstruation!!" (I think it's Anchorman - I'm so bad at remembering this stuff.) I asked my dad if that was true or not because I genuinely felt that this was a valid reason to go home but he so kindly and comfortingly assured me that it was not true and that if anything we were all in danger because they're more attracted to our shit than blood. Great. Now I was comforted in a very confusing way. At least I wouldn't be the sole reason why we would all get eaten by The Bears. And with our newly makeshift toilet the boys set up for us in the bushes we were all sure to die brutally tonight. 

Camping on your period equals Sucksville to the highest degree. And if you still think I'm a terribly negative person at this point you can go straight to hell and please, PLEASE DELETE ME FROM YOUR BLOG READER. Do us both a favor. You've probably never been campoing with out a working toilet and have no idea what it's like to squat over a patch of poison ivy only to end up pissing on your shoe and falling over face-first into the dirt trying to wipe yourself. Add to that being on one of the heaviest periods of your life because you were THREE FUCKING WEEKS LATE. 

Did I mention how hormonal I was on this trip too?

[bats eyelashes innocently]

The campground workers promised port-o-pots (which is funny because they are exactly like outhouses I guess my mom subconsciously knew there would be outhouses there) but they didn't arrive until SATURDAY EVENING. We had working toilets for one evening and one morning. That is way too long with out a REAL toilet.
the make-shift shitter
The worst of the rain came during the first night. It poured so hard all night long and the best part was how their "waterproof" tent leaked on all of us all night. It was that annoying kind of slow leak too that drips on your sleeping bag near your face making sure you don't get any sleep at all. And I didn't get any sleep. I even took drugs to fall asleep, had my headphones in and still didn't sleep even a little wink. The next night was better after we covered the tent with a tarp and finally got some sleep. Let's rewind to the first texting conversation I had with my mom where she told me it would be OK because we were going to be "ruffin it" and that the tent was waterproof. Miss Ruffin It didn't feel too great that next morning when she didn't sleep at all either from being dripped on all night. 
morning coffee by the fire
The way I see it is that there were to signs telling me not to go on this trip that I chose to ignore but not blindly. I should have listened to my inner self but if I would have done that I would have missed out on pineapple upside down cake, campfire and seeing a gecko slither across our path one night we all set out together in the dark to go potty. My brother and I stopped in our tracks and flashed our lights on the cute little guy trying to get away from us as fast has he could. My brother picked it up so we could all touch it and get a good look at it and then we let it go. I loved spending time with my family during the times when we weren't tense. I like that my brother and I still act like we always have even though we're well into adulthood and he is a parent. I like that I can swear in front of my family and just be myself with out judgement. I'm happy that despite the rain my dad had a good birthday camp out and that we didn't get eaten by bears. Thank God!
the only place with cell reception
Daisy, Cella & Hagen
Hagen & Wyatt

 rare moment having these two lay by each other, they don't always get a long

Duke laying by the tent because his whole family was napping in there. He's a sweetheart. 

I think Fred feels the way I do about camping. 

Someone was having a duct tape obsession. He wanted it on his face. 

 Mr. Priss and his comfy bed

In My Brain...

Life lately...


more STRESS!

Dark clouds and foggy-head days.

Wanting to be happy but struggling to find contentment.


We've had to make some really pride-swallowing decisions lately that I will dive into more later.

Both sides of my family have had some really annoying, tough, crazy and flat out childish issues occur and as much as we try to ignore them we can't.

Friends going through rough times that I wish I could fix for them.

Legit nightmares of this damn reunion coming up.

SPIDERS!! SPIDERS EVERYWHERE!!! (this is a funny story that deserves it's own post)

We went camping this past weekend for my dad's birthday. It was utterly exhausting, a bit fun, extremely wet and exhausting (worth repeating.) (I will write more on this too)

I have DIY posts to edit and post and shop pics to edit and post but I have NO desire to do either. It frustrates me to no end when I don't have the desire to do things that make me happy. I think that's called depression and I've fallen into the deep dark pit. It's beyond tough admitting that.

I will end on a positive note and say that even though camping wasn't my favorite I got to see my Aunt and her boys who are from California and whom/who I love so very much when I'm around them. This week Tyrone has been grilling the best hamburgers and last night we enjoyed one with our dear friend Gabe. Loving on Frederick's cute shmooshy face has given me tons of joy and nuzzling Tyrone's sexy arms and neck make me one of the happiest women in the world.

July 12, 2012


I updated my About page to include the following:

"First I have to say that I don't make any money with my blog or have any ads (nor do I think negatively about those that do.) I do however love to find other awesome bloggers and promote them on The Blog out of pure brotherly love. I don't expect it in return. I don't comment on other blogger's blogs just to get them to comment back. I appreciate those that read my blog with all of my heart."

I felt like it was important enough to warrant it's own blog post. I don't care for blogger games I think most people who know me know that.

I'm weird, I know, and I'm not bringing this up because I had anything drama happen I just think sometimes it's assumed that all bloggers have one thing in common and that brining up their stats so that they can up their ad price. If I could make good money from my blog I would but I don't think that the work that you have to put in to doing that is worth a $5 ad x 10. That will not pay off this girl's pit of never-ending debt. TRUST ME! I wouldn't mind the supplemental income if it only took an hour a month to pull off. It takes me long enough to post content that I enjoy doing. But I've said this before on here, I use The Blog as a creative outlet and to help promote The Shop.

If rumor becomes a reality in the next few months maybe I'll be changing my tune a bit but until then we're gonna keep things simple around here.

(I wrote this when I was really tired but you know the drill: ignore any and ALL grammar mistakes because this broad don't kerrrr.)

July 11, 2012

Quickie Shop Update

I just added a few handmade necklaces to The Shop on the cheap - cheap!

I also lowered the prices on the other necklaces as well.

So there's this shirt

I made a shirt. No pattern, just used the basic outline of another shirt I had sort of like this one. I knew I wanted to add a cute collar but I've never done this before so it's sort of half-assed. I was proud that I sewed the hems straighter around the neck, arms and bottom edge. It is a little large so I think I need to alter it some more up both sides just to make it more fitting. It does sort of have a boxy sixties look right now but it makes me look huge. I'm a little worried the collar is going to make me look like a clown. I pink fabric is from the thrift store and the polka dot fabric is leftover from this shirt makeover.

{never mind the wrinkles}

I forgot to mention last month on June 28th that is was The Blog's four year anniversary. Yeay for four years of making things and making my personal life all public and shit.

July 10, 2012

Outfit Inspiration via The Shop

I put together some summer outfits with pieces from The Shop.
{check out the links below for other pieces too}

Sun Child
sundress via The Shop - vintage clogs - woven bag via The Shop - woven bracelets - floppy hat thrifted 

Gorgeous Gal
vintage hawaiian print top via The Shop - denim a-line skirt via The Shop - nude shades
leather sandals - pin up head band - vintage bag via The Shop