Me.
Been pretty heavily under the weather. This called (calls) for distraction, so I reinstated Netflix, and changed it to Instant. And then I Googled "Greatest Movies of the 70's" as well as "Greatest Horror Movies".
Watched Jaws on NYE. It kind of was a revelation for me. So I'm on a kick. Not that Jaws is straight-up a horror flick. Though it kind of is. Yeesh.
I'm really glad I can just watch movies right now. I haven't chilled out and had a Netflix night since I don't know when....
My play RPM (Revolutions per Minute) is going up in Chicago at Rhinofest 2012. Click here for info and tickets.
I am beyond pumped. Rehearsals are going amazingly - the director, Kaitlen, is a brilliant gem, and the cast are phenomenal. It promises to be a very entertaining run.
If you did not know of my great love for American cultural mythology, especially regarding, hm, Peter, Paul, & Mary, you will - after you see the play. :)
The cast:
And, uh, me, with Peter:
And in deadline news, I am getting closer to one. January 1st - New Year, new challenges, 1 deadline over, a few more to go (until, well, I get new ones). Will post more about that later.
I don't know. I just had to share this. Do you ever have weeks where you wish someone would descend upon your life and give you the option of curling up on a hotel bed? Does that sound HORRIBLY RISQUE?!?! Wasn't meant to. :)
A hotel bed, even if you are stuck watching CSI - the one about sex crimes where you didn't know it was solely about sex crimes - while your sister reads Twilight and thus invests in emotional porn?!?!
I accept. Novelty should not be undermined. Ever.
By the way - Getting Dressed is getting a run for its "money" in the delicious Junebug (thanks for the awesome pic, Abi :).
Here. Some things that are happiness:
A chipper chap.
Being nice.
Bouncy ball clown.
Also try: Soggy Parallelograms.
Necessity for life.
Fruit Roll-Up without shapes or color gradations.
Extra-cheese pizza (all to myself).
Adult-sized PJ t-shirt.
Yarn witch at Mel-O-Cream.
Chair in SalArmy dressing room.
Amusing claims.
My dressing room.
Curls, fur, skeleton shirt, Diet Coke.
The End.
I have been good - I have - about not spending money and not going thrifting. I knew that I would want to do a bit of both in Dixon. And I did. I just didn't expect to come across majesty. My dear friend and ace thrifter Ashley convinced me to walk through a furniture store, and when we were close to getting through it all, I spied something white and fluffy sticking out of a hatbox. I pulled the box down, and the fluffiness was a feather HAT. Good grief, I love feathers.
Reader, I bought that hat.
I talked the lady down to $25. It also came with the original box from a long-departed department store in Dixon, and a red feather boa.
Ashley then took me to a place she knew I would love, because she knows me. The Dixon Municipal Pool, sadly shuttered, and on an endangered site list. Super-mega-freaking-awesome.
Built in 1950. Above-ground. Have you ever seen a cooler pool? (If you have, let me know.)
The thought of what it must look like "inside" tantalized me, like I had found The Secret Garden but not yet the key. Ah well. I will get my research on and find some photos.
Ashley and I picnicked with airbrushed sugar cookies, Diet Coke, and my hat.
Ashley is also majestic. She took my writer pics and I trust her in all things style and photography.
Here it is!
I would not normally wear this ensemble. But I had to rock it for a little bit.
I showed someone at camp and she said I looked like a second Jackie O. SCORE! (I forgot the exact wording when telling my dear Anne the same story and said she said that I looked like Jackie O 2. Ha.)
Looking forward to a fall semester of driving my students insane with my get-ups. ;)
Sunday, at camp, tends to be uneventful on the photo front, but I'll do everything I can to document radness. :) And mundane-ness. And toad-ness. Toadness IS radness.
So. Clothes at camp. I have the following special requirements due to certain rules. I'm ok with the rules. I enjoy a clothing challenge. It brings out interesting things. Sometimes. ;)
Standard Arwen/Hawkeye getup. Why am I showing you this? Mostly, to prove that I do casual. (Man, I look skinny here. How did I pull that off. Not skinny in real life. :)
Cuffed cargo pants. Medium t-shirt with the sleeves cuffed and collar cut out (hate regular t-shirt collars, often). Black socks (don't wear white). Dope Jack Purcell Converse that I bought a long time ago, gave to Mary, who recently gave them back. And I know my hair looks sick. At least I SHOWERED. :)
Camp time is rolling around, and we all know what that means. Pictures of food? Check. Pictures of me in weird summer-inappropriate clothing combinations? Check. Pictures of randomness? Check. TOAD OBSESSION? CHECK.
A retrospective:
What friends they are. Oh, how I love them. So pumped. So pumped to find toads.
I don't just go ga-ga over amphibians. I love reptiles, too. And yes, I had to look up the difference. (This is the person who thought birds were mammals up until recently.) (But I'm not stupid. I'm just a ditz.) Proof:
Turtle-hugger. That's what I am.
(By the way, Wendy is my amazing friend, and I warned her because I love her and she doesn't want to see pictures of toads and I validate this. :)
Tired.
Have cardboard cut from histrionic episode with packing supplies.
Saw a rottweiler in the back of a pickup.
Made date cake with double the penuche frosting.
Ate raspberries off my fingertips.
Totally gave up on organizing the car and just started stuffing stuff in.
Picked out three read-aloud books for my little people.
Avoided packing bug spray. Hate it like nothing else.
Packed "light" and was pleased to see extreme color is still present in my wardrobe.
Pulled out my carved incense box. Got a vintage matchbook to go with it.
Made a huge pile of books and put half of them back.
Set out my two enormous floppy black hats.
Cleaned out the French press.
Decided against bringing Candy Land and hope this isn't a mistake.
Three (four) words: Le Sportsac fanny pack.
Tired.
Cornerstone or bust. :)
I failed to note Anne's glamour last night. We aim for glamour every night. Glamour at the HoJo.
Glamour for going to Smoque w/the wondrous birthday boy Geoffrey, and eating RIDICULOUSLY amazing BBQ. (I also pigged out on coleslaw, which is unlike me.)
Sunday in the Park... Wednesday in the Art Institute.
This made us think of the previous night's viewing of Woody Allen's "Everything you always wanted to know about sex * *But were afraid to ask".
The Mag Mile, of course.
Doing touristy things, and enjoying it immensely. (Well, immensely enough. I was extremely tired from eating too much lunch. Loser." At The Bean.
Ok. A nerdtastic Arwen moment: taking a picture semi-close to the windows that say Pucci (but no longer house a Pucci store. I think this is actually more appealing to me).
Yep. :) Now, resting, then going to Uptown and eating the choicest Thai food imaginable.
Am going through old photos.
I'm glad to see some things basically never change.
Arwen at camp in a skirted polka-dot swimsuit at 15 and 31. The only thing that appears to be different (excepting the toad) is I wear less makeup to swim, now. ;)
