Thursday, February 5, 2009
Skirts! Skirts! Skirts!
Well I am off to you guessed it make some more skirts!
;) Christine
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Touche Kitty, Touche.
Gloating after her victory today. Miss Lulubelle is content in the fact that she is indeed the queen of her castle. We are mere servants that are to come scurry to her every beck and call. Case in point. Yesterday while searching in my Etsy closet for an item that needed to be shipped, there was a loud crash. I peeked out the door to see the beautiful culprit flicking her tail and staring at me. You see Lulu decided that her litterbox was not up to snuff.So since I was not going to clean it as she had demanded she would teach me a lesson. Cue airborne kitty poo and flying litter. Needless to say Miss Thang got her wish and I grudgingly obliged. Moral of the story: If you have a 20+ pound cat with an attitude and she wants her litterbox spruced up, do it. Or she will literally throw her weight around.
The new CPSIA and how it will change your families lives...
Monday, January 26, 2009
My heart goes pitter-pat for vintage
At the ripe old age of fourteen I began to stun my small town with my vintage frocks. Or perhaps annoy them. Either way my old soul trapped in a young body felt more at home in the garb of yesteryear and it fit well with my eclectic taste. Being a self proclaimed punk I enjoyed blazing my own trail and rocking to my own beat and looking fab while I did it. The thrill of the hunt added to the adventure and appeal of being in control of my own style. Spending hours hunting the thrift store racks for that coveted offbeat dress or shirt. In fact, I still can be found buried in the racks at some of my fav vintage haunts looking for the perfect piece.
My love of vintage helped propel me to open an online store to share the love. I decided to make my home on etsy and have now been selling my vintage goodies for over a year now. Of course I still collect and wear them myself. I don't see myself as a buyer of vintage but as a loving adoptive mother who is ensuring that they find new and wonderful homes where they will be appreciated, instead of being lost somewhere languishing on a rack.
Some of my favorite styles are Gunne Sax dresses where you can't help but feel like a lustful heroine in a romance novel. I am also a sucker for loud and crazy prints of the 60s and 70s. The crazier the better. If you have questions or need help identifying a vintage piece you can email me. I will do my best to help you out.
You can also peruse my shop for some quality vintage pieces.
Until next time, darlings.
Inkheart, you broke my heart.
Why oh why did they have to totally slaughter the book and make the worst movie ever? It was horrid. There were flying Monkeys for cripes sake!! I ask you what the h-e-l-l was that all about it?!?!?! And let's not forget the crocodile from Peter Pan. They even had the crappiest looking gingerbread house prop make an appearance.
By far the two most distracting things in the movie were the ridiculous words tattoed allover the Inkheart characters faces! It looked vulgar and comical and really cheapened the movie. Are we the movie audience deemed to be idiotic enough that we wouldn't have been able to figure out that they were characters sprang from the book without having sharpie allover their faces? Honestly.
The fact that Moe had an American accent while his daughter Meggie had a very thick English accent. Was also another misstep. Um yeah we noticed the moment the first lines were uttered. I kept trying to figure out how it made sense. But being as she was raised by just Moe all those years and didn't go to formal school where the heck would she have picked it up?
Anyway, the storyline is completely hashed together with pretty CG effects thrown in here and there. Andy Serkis, who is known for his portrayal of Gollum, played Capricorn. The entire time I just waited for him to start coughing "Gollum! Gollum!" he did not suit the role. I could not separate him from his previous role. Oh he was nasty but definitely not the Capricorn I envisioned.
Eleanor was just as I had imagined her though much thinner. Her sharp tongue was delightful.
However, trying to make her braver than she really was turned into two scene stealing shots that were nothing short of preposterous. A lone rider on a motorcycle racing to save Moe and Meggie, scarf poetically whipping in the wind. And well I will not ruin the last one for you but it was absolutely ridiculous.
I will say that the actor who portrayed Dustfinger did do a fine job and it didn't hurt that he took his shirt off either. His skills with fire were impressive.
Don't worry I will not divulge anymore but I will tell you that I left the theater in disgust after the ending. In fact I wanted to leave during the ending. It was not anywhere close to the book and dashed all hope ( not that I would want to go see it) of a second movie installment.
So my advice to you is to wait before it comes out on DVD so you can swear and curse out loud in the privacy of your own home.
I promise my next post will be much more upbeat. ;P