Dirt Chic

Games, Games, Games. (An Interlude, in Hopes of Re-Achieving Sanity)

Playing a game with my mind by writing about a Game (my screenplay) and wishing, so wishing, that I could just let myself take a load off and do something awesome, like... I dunno.  Have a "frosty" (root beer shake, basically) from the long-gone A&W drive-in in Longmont, Colorado, and then a quality session of Acquire, accompanied by Linda Ronstadt's Greatest Hits and a bag of Hershey's Miniatures.  And then a swing on the rope swing.  And then a real night of sleep in the basement of my grandma's house.

I would also accept a few rounds of Apples to Apples.  Or really, just anything, as long as it's not Monopoly.  I confess - Monopoly bores me.  Blame Acquire.  But I don't.  I bless Acquire.

Sometimes when I am in Target, besides getting distracted by the candles, candy, magazines, Legos, etc., I walk over to the game aisle, and experience both warm fuzzies and feelings of longing for family and more friends to be close by.  Games are rad.  Carra, my dear one, always said she didn't like games.  But man, I have never met someone more cutthroat at Apples to Apples than she. ;)

Anyway.  Better get back to high stakes, time travel, a plucky heroine, and semi-demented people bent on world ruination and domination.

(My favorite Acquire card - Imperial. ;)

Cooking, Thrifting, Dressing. = Arwen (+ Writing)

Hi there.  :)  

Life has demanded that I do various things to stay fed and fairly-sane and, well, dressed.  Everyone should require that I stay fed, fairly-sane, and dressed.  To the nines, if possible, because that is part of my staying fairly sane.

Even when I cook.  Carra gave me a choice, choice smock back in the day, and I use it when cooking/dishwashing.  Love the print/colors.  And over break, I found a matching apron for $3 at Granny's Attic thrift store in Kanktastic.  For extra protection from the inevitable MESS that I create when cooking (and even cleaning).

Pic doesn't do it justice.  It's just the best combination of vintage pastels in the world, that's all.

My dear mother gave me a quality blue dutch oven for Christmas, per my extreme expressed request.

As you might know, I made French onion soup with it (a prime obsession of mine)...

...from Cook's Illustrated.  (Yearly bound book, in this case.)  It turned out wonderful.  Note: buy Febreze.  I smelt of onion all day.  (My clothes, that is.)

I was feeling... feelings, yesterday (my relationship to thrifting is complex), and I went thrifting.  I haven't in weeks.  It was low-key.  Almost cathartic.  (Not quite.)  I got this, because:

Because why?  Because, that's why.  I mean, c'mon.  C'mon.  

Good News: always welcome.  If it's good.  Even if it's disguised as Uncomfortable - still welcome.  But if it's bad, it better keep moving.  (Though I would be amused to find a book of Bad News.)

I bought this dual deck of cards because I have a thing for antique watercraft with gingerbread latticework.  And, NYC/NY, World-Fair-Era.  There were only a few riverboat cards, and then PLUMP BIRDS underneath.

I accept.

I also accept, anywhere and everywhere, candy as a way of life.

Praise God.

Mwa.

(2nd lip pin that I now own - other is Bakelite and hard-won)

And, today (which by the time I post this might be days from now), I got drest.  Like every day.  Halfway through it (today), I felt smote because I knew, in my heart, that Iona from Pretty in Pink would've rocked it a little better (Iona circa her regular date).  Let this be a lesson to me.  But, dressing for teaching is not the same as how I dress for myself.  Close, but a little less wacktastic.

Carey Mulligan face.  Not a dis.  Love her.  Blazer: $3.  Shirt: $2.  Pins: $15 and $10.  Bracelet: $3.  

You shoulda seen me this morning.  I was amped on caffeine, trying to get an outfit together.  What happened was this outfit, and some major shoulder-pad carnage on the floor.  

Good news: tomorrow is a new day, and who knows what it will bring.  As Bill Murray as Bob says, I'm baby-steppin'.  (He also says Gimme Gimme Gimme and that works as well.)

Arwen Gets Old School

This is what I plan to do this next semester, when everything else is done, and I don't even want to read.  Not even a magazine.  Not even the back of a lotion bottle.

Biff and I, we will put on records and break out the Nintendo 8-bit top loader.

 

And play Super Mario Bros. 2.

If I'm feeling less electronic, there are my Springbok mini puzzles.  Even if they do make me snacky....

And finally, TV on DVD.  I prefer this ancientry: M*A*S*H.  I have some newer stuff coming to me from Netflix.  But, after 10pm, TV is a great way to go.  It's either that, or...

 

...going to the McDonald's drive-thru at 1am for fat pills
...playing Tetris for so long you wake up in the morning, still playing it in your head

...or, all of the above, which is kind of awesome - a personal party of late-night solitude of sublime proportions.

Let winter continue.