Teacher Supplies

This Saturday morning, Ryan and I went to Tuesday Morning (to shop for closeout prices). God I love that store. Clearance racks of stationery, smelly French-Milled soaps for half the sticker price, and ORGANIZATIONAL OFFICE SUPPLIES! I have a thing for boxes, the more the merrier and today I basically bought a box on wheels. What could be better than taking something I already have a fondness for, and then adding mobility to it? I'll probably look like an insane art teacher for the rest of my days, but I plan to tote around a "scrap-booking cart" in an electric blue shade (that I got for just $19.99 at that Terrific Tuesday shop) forever. I used to think that I wanted to be a teacher, but now I realize I really just want their supplies. Happy Organizing!

Bonjour Tristesse

My post is "Hello Sadness" in French. Ironically at this point in my life, I am welcoming happiness, but we'll brush that aside for now. Francoise Sagan is my photographed inspiration above and "Bonjour Tristesse" is a novel of hers that I must read. It seems that she is a woman after my own heart, not to mention that her haircut kind of looks like mine does right now, same color and all. I think people should read books by authors who have their same hairstyle. If someone gets your hair, then they must get your head. Another funny thing about hair: in the third picture Francoise is with Jean Seberg, who was the muse for my previous trimmings (to fix the mutilated Arbutian Hair Disaster I had to go super short...) In one of my notebooks I wrote about chopping my hair off to feel like a "French/American Movie in black and white. Wearing a striped shirt, badly dubbed, short haircut to show off my ears."

But now that I'm a grown out and grown up blonde I'm feeling more like Francoise. Jean Seberg was a beautiful actress who needn't say a word, but Francoise was a "charming little monster" who used her biting wit over her eccentric looks.

Still Not Spoiled...

♫♫♪One bad apple don't spoil the whole bunch, girl.

Oh, give it one more try before you give up on love.

One bad apple don't spoil the whole bunch girl.

Oh, I don't care what they say,

I don't care what you heard.♫♫♪

What kind of life am I living? I have The Osmonds stuck in my head and I just ate 59 cent, off brand Mac N' Cheese for dinner. What a world! Anyway... things have been good and I haven't been on here in awhile, but that doesn't mean I'm a bad apple.

I just got home from a loooong day of work in Old Ellicott City. It was so chilly in the building I was selling junk in I was certain my toes were going to freeze off. I should have worn my black fuzzy boots. But no regrets. I'm home now and in a few minutes I'm going to treat myself to a very hot shower. Hope all is well with the rest of you Golden Delicious Friends of mine!

Trailer Dreams

After taking Samantha to work this morning in the rain, I lusted over the trailer parks on Telegraph Road. This might sound strange, but Ryan and I seriously talked about buying a trailer once... I think it must have been after we watched John Water's Pink Flamingos. At the time it seemed like it would be the ideal, cheap life for us and perfect for hoarding all of my vintage yard sale crap. So on the way home from dropping Samantha off, in the middle of Odenton Maryland, I daydreamed about a gypsy trailer decorated with wind chimes and beaded curtains. In my car my Elvis cassette tape whirled music in rhythm to the windshield wipers smacking my dashboard and I think that only enhanced my trailer park visions. However, now that I am home in my cozy room I think I've returned back to my senses. YAHOO ANSWERS says: "Invest your money, dont put it in the deteriation fund. Trailers are like cars. Once they get old, they are junk and of no value!"

The Dead Housewife

Halloween is finally over and I made it out ALIVE! Here I am pictured with the Wayne's World Garth. If you take a close look you'll notice that he's wearing snakebites and that I'm insane. Look at my whisk... it's really ready to whip something up!

Fondue anyone?

Tooth Fairy

Last night Ryan and I ate Pizza Hut and talked about the things we love. He named off Ninja Turtles and Universal Monsters and I gave my heart to teeth, miniature silverware, and Jell-O pamphlets. In the midst of all this listing he logged on to Etsy and found this pictured pendant printed with dentures and the phrase "Why'd you buy those false teeth at a garage sale?" How perfect is that? I am so excited for this charm to dangle from a chain and grace my neck. I was lucky because Ryan said he was "in the mood to buy me something" and this is something I certainly can't live without!

Doin' what I want...

This morning I slept in and awoke, not to the sound of an alarm clock, but to the ring of my phone buzzing in a Lemon Thrift call. "Hello my name is James and I know you're closed today but I'm out front and I see some suitcases just sitting here and I'd like to buy them before they just get up and walk away." I told him he could have them both for $5 bucks and he was thrilled. I crawled out of bed, still in my PJ's and went to the door to say hello and get the Lemon money. "Something told me to give you all a call today, I figured someone was home. It's Monday and these suitcases have already made my week!" I gave James a wink with my squinty morning eyes and he told me to have a good day. I am having a good day! I had time to get my eyebrows waxed at "Modern Nails" in Catonsville and then I skidaddled over to school just in time for the production meeting of this semester's big play The Accidental Death of an Anarchist. I am the Prop Designer and they finally gave me a tax exemption paper so I can shop for the show and get refunded for my expenses. Note to self: Need to go to Wal-Mart and/or Erica's Grandma's room for fake limbs, hand-cuffs, and a bomb. The set is looking really spectacular and I can't believe the show goes on in 2 weeks. Nathan, the "assistant set designer", and I went to Chick-fil-a for lunch and then I went back to school to work on the CCBC Connection paper. The newspaper photographer, Henry is a crazy man who helps me get pictures of students for blurbs about their life that we publish monthly. Somehow he always tricks me into posing for shots that will NEVER get in the paper... but will somehow show up on my blog.