TGIF

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Now on to more pleasant things.

Tuesday was...yellow. And very DIY. The skirt I wore was made out of an old pillowcase using this tutorial from chic-steals. A once-was-white jacket I bought at Goodwill and altered into a little navy bolero with a homemade apple patch and a stencil of "Judge if you want, we are all going to die. I intend to deserve it." from the webcomic A Softer World, and a pair of white fishnets I shiboried in yellow dye.

Things I did not make/alter that I wore were my olive green Doc Martins (remind me to tell you their story someday if you haven't already heard it...) and my beautiful Pancake Mountain shirt from Threadless.

Recently I went on a tear through my wardrobe getting rid of things I didn't wear any more, had multiples of or felt I was out growing. Out the door went many, many screen-printed tees. I held a few back because with out t-shirts, I don't think I would know how to dress myself in the morning (or noon, or night, it would be pants-on-head madness up in here 24/7). But a majority of my cute/clever/Engrish shirts went out the door. I feel I have come to an age in my life where it's starting to feel way too teeny-bopper-ey to be going through my day-to-day wearing screen printed tees.

Not that I wore so many in the first place. I never got on-board with the whole corporate-logo t-shirt thing that was big when I was a teen (Nike and the like). When people started wearing band tees, comic book tees or movie tees, it just felt like the same thing. If companies want the privilege of using my chest for advertising, they can pay me for it. I ain't forkin' over $20 so that people can read my opinion of Limp Bizkit (yes...I'm that old...moving on) on my shirt. I will tell people my thoughts for free, but I'm not paying anyone to do it.

I don't know if you've shopped for t-shirts recently, but these opinions pretty much regulates me into the little old lady parts of the store where I can get solids or a nice floral print if I'm feeling daring.

I guess the lesson here is if you're going to have principles about buying t-shirts, then you probably won't buy a lot of t-shirts...

A New Game.

My friend Emily introduced me to a site called Gaia, it's an online doll that you can dress up. It wasn't long before all the girls who live in my house were sitting in the living room giggling about the stuff we were finding on the website to dress our dolls with.

I've decided to use it to catalogue my outfits for a month and then blog about them. Most likely because I'm a crazy person. (Coming as a surprise to no one...)

So this outfit represents a rough approximation of what I wore on Monday.

Let me just say, I love those pants. Friday I was walking home from my 8 o'clock and as usual, passed a lot of students going the other way. From far off, one of them looked like they were wearing these magnificently stripped pants. Turned out they were plaid pajama pants and I really need to make a dedicated effort to keeping my glasses clean.

But the idea of those magnificent stripped pants persisted. I considered drafting a pattern and buying black and brown stripped fabric because in my mind those pants must exist.


It wasn't long before I decided sewing them from scratch was too much effort. Besides, there are already so many pants in the world, what was the point of me adding to the problem instead of adopting a pair of my own? So I was off to Goodwill.

I found the perfect pair of Docker's black cotton-blend pants in a size 12 for half off. They're a little loose on me, but they have a "sure fit" waistband that keeps them around my waist and they're comfortable like pjs. Next stop was Wally World for some bleach and masking tape (and gas and dish-soap and And AND, why are these trips never simple?).

Saturday I masked off stripes and stuffed them with some of the surplus plastic bags we have jammed into every nook and cranny around here. I carried them outside sprayed the pants with a 50/50 bleach solution. Then I let them sit there in the dead-end street while the bleach dried, which upon reflection may have not been the most considerate thing to do to the neighbors. Most people find it somewhat distressing to see what looks like half a person lying in the street...

*ahem*

Anywho...after the bleach dried I stuck them in the drier to beat the crystals off before putting them in the washer. I did not think my brilliant plan all the way through. Let's just say it's ill-advised to stick clothing in the dryer covered in masking tape.

One sticky adventure later, and my pants had gone from being imaginary to real world! Huzzah!

I wore them with a Gap white button shirt I got from St. Vinny's, an Ana denim vest from Goodwill, my dad's old alpine hat and his old blue cowboy boots. The whole outfit all together probably ran me $5 and features one-of-a kind pants. How awesome is that?

(Hint: Very awesome.)

Iron Artist

I keep getting asked what I'm going to do over Thanksgiving recess. I've decided I'm inventing an Iron Artist challenge for myself. Over the course of 1 week I am going to complete as many art projects as I (in)humanly can.


The List:
[ ] 5'x3' Acrylic Painting "When My Heart Leaks"
[ ] 24 hour comic
[ ] Next story arc for Legend of Helga
[ ] Found Object Sculpture "Born of Wild Words"
[ ] Mini Collages "Man in his Nature"
[ ] Watercolor painting of a gorilla girl riding a roll of toilet paper (Don't judge me!)
[ ] Prep Masonite for 11 paintings of a series yet-to-be-determined
[ ] Painting #1
[ ] Painting #2
[ ] Painting #3
[ ] Painting #4
[ ] Painting #5
[ ] Painting #6
[ ] Painting #7
[ ] Painting #8
[ ] Painting #9
[ ] Painting #10
[ ] Painting #11
[ ] Portrait of Tyler, the moose dog
[ ] Painting "From Duluth" (Working Title)


So there's like, 11 acrylic paintings I don't have a subject for...suggestions?