Bum Knees and Barbie Dolls

Hi.

It’s been a really long time.

There have been quite a few instances where I’ve thought about posting here, but somehow I always ended up doing something else, forgetting to, neglecting to, so on and so forth. And it’s really a bit of a shame, because this blog is a form of therapy.

And I need that right now. Which is why I’ve decided to update it again.

First thing’s first: I hyperextended my left knee on Wednesday evening at my new job, while I was squatting in some new linen pants I’d bought the previous day that have absolutely no give and get crazy tight when I bend my legs. I heard two very loud consecutive pops and it felt like my knee popped out and back in again, and I lost my balance. I felt immediate pain, but it wasn’t really excruciating, just extremely uncomfortable. I didn’t immediately ice it. In fact, I still had an hour and a half left of work before going home, and when I went home, I didn’t take care of the injury, but rather walked normally out and about for 3 hours with my mom with very minor, almost unnoticeable pain in my knee.

I went to work the following day, and progressively felt my knee feel stiffer. I mostly limped around all night. The following day (yesterday) I went to the doctor because as with nearly every time I’m injured or sick, my brain goes into hypochondria mode and I jump to the absolutely worst possible conclusions, this time being “WHAT IF I NEED SURGERY AND I NEVER WALK AGAIN” or “WHAT IF I NEED SURGERY AND THEY GIVE ME ANTIBIOTICS THAT I COULD BE ALLERGIC TO AND I DIE?” because that’s literally how my mind works. Anyway, doctor told me to basically relax, monitor the leg, and go to the ER/hospital if it gets worse. I also went in to get an X-Ray, which came out normal, thankfully.

In the past 36 hours, my knee itself has been relatively alright, but my calf (possibly Achilles tendon?) feels sore when I walk and stretch it or when I’m sitting and I push onto the balls of my feet. I believe this pain has gotten a little bit better in the last 6 hours or so. I called the clinic a couple hours after I woke up and told them my fears about my calf/Achilles and they just told me the same thing – to keep monitoring it, relax, ice it.

While I was waiting to be signed in for my X-Ray yesterday, I noticed two pennies on the ground, and as I was picking up the second, I noticed a third as well. I picked up a penny at work the other day as well, when I was limping around. I often find that when I’m in times of need or feeling hopeless or having ongoing anxiety attacks, I find coins everywhere. And I find it really comforting. I recall Sylvia Browne saying that your loved ones on the other side will drop coins around you to let you know they’re there for you. I think my loved ones drop them around me to let me know everything will be okay. And I am eternally grateful, because I often make a mountain out of a mole hill when it comes to medical problems. I need to see a therapist about it, I know.

961440_10155388603335322_86264162_nOn a somewhat related note, the night that I hyperextended my knee and went shopping with my mom, I bought two Barbies. Before you judge me, I ask that you don’t. I’m already judging myself. But I’ve wanted to customize and photograph and design clothes for them for nearly two years now, and I deeply regret donating the two I had for over a decade. They were much better quality, I could bend their limbs, their hair was nicer, and most of all, I didn’t pay for them. Plus, I had a box full of clothes for them. I donated that as well. I think. I may have thrown it away now that I think about it.

I started customizing them the night that I brought them home. I painted freckles on their faces. I painted the blonde’s eyes green and her lips red, and I plan on coloring her hair so she’ll be a ginger. I can’t do much with the other one’s hair – it’s a medium brown. I could dip dye it in something vibrant, perhaps. The blonde one came with a ton of shoes, half of which I spray painted black earlier today and are currently drying in my garage. I haven’t started making any clothes for them yet, but I want to recreate the carnation dress that won me that fashion show. Maybe Mattel will see my extraordinary creations and hire me to develop tres chic couture for Barbies to revamp their popularity with the youths of today.

And then, after all that labor, I plan on photographing them. One of my friends asked me if I’d made a light box yet, after I told him about this idea, and I said no, but that would be an awesome thing for this little plan, and he said that’s why he brought it up. So there’s that as well. That bit should be relatively easy actually.

So those are my most recent developments. The jewelry store closed down so I’m at a new retail place. And I teach painting, which I was supposed to do tonight, but ended up cancelling because I really didn’t feel up for it with this leg. Plus, I binge watched the entire first season of American Horror Story yesterday and today, and you know what, I don’t feel too guilty about it. I liked Evan Peters before, but now I like him even more. Like this show has reminded me how attractive I find him. I didn’t start the second season tonight because I don’t really like watching horror at night, so I’ll probably watch some tomorrow.

I Graduated, Y’all

Today was the day: the culmination of 3 and a half years of schooling summarized in a ~30 second walk across a stage. I got a considerable amount of loud cheers actually, it felt really good.

There were several highlights to the day.

Prior to the ceremony, all the programs took group pictures together. Alyza and I were in the front row of ours for like a minute before our group photo was taken. The photographer lady was having all of us crouch down so the people behind us could be seen. Apparently the pirate stances Alyza and I were doing were inappropriate because she got really irritated, waved her pointer finger at us and said “no no, I can’t have this – you, come to the front – you two, to the back” and so we were KICKED OUT OF THE FRONT ROW and sent to the back for our group photo. It was actually pretty hilarious.

HNI was of course there (hiii) and upon first seeing him, I WAS ACTUALLY ALLOWED A HUG. (And several more throughout the day – it was rather fantastic, actually, and I should’ve hugged tighter, damnit.) And then he whipped out a recipe for pesto and gave it to me and I was really confused at first, but apparently I asked for it a really long time ago. And in retrospect, I regard this as one of the sweetest things anyone’s ever given me, because it came as a complete surprise and it’s handwritten and awwwwwww. There are other things I’d like to say about this, but I’m too sober, so I’ll keep them to myself. And the last thing I’ll gush about in this section is that I got a picture with him and it’s fabulous.

Lastly, I again didn’t take as many pictures with people or in general of graduation, just like my high school ceremony, and it upsets me. But I know I’m on other’s people’s cameras, so that’s a consoling thing to know. However, of the pictures I did get, I have an absolute favorite and I keep looking at it because it’s ten kinds of glorious.

I mean, really. We had to.

I’d Be an Amazing Wife, Like Really

I feel like it’s been forever and a day since I updated here. Work has been consuming my life, as well as various duties around the house and a little bit of tanning the other day because IT WAS HELLA SUNNY OUT! And I gotta start somewhere.

Today I picked up my mom’s Mother’s Day gift – a custom made cutting board from WMN Woodworking. It’s beautiful and I hope my mom actually uses it for it’s intended purpose. The first one I bought is too pretty to cut on, so we use it for foodography photos.

I also stopped at the Boston Tea Room – because I can’t go to downtown Ferndale and not go there – and bought a piece of opalite. It’s gorgeous and every time I add a new crystal to my collection, I can hear Alyza’s voice in my head calling me the crazy crystal lady. I’m not ashamed.

I also vacuumed the house while baking grapefruits. The only reason I’m mentioning this is because never have I loved vacuuming more than now that I have a Dyson. Seriously you guys. If you can afford it, or even if you can’t (save yo money) get a Dyson. It will change your life. ONCE YOU GO DYSON, YOU NEVER GO BACK. My Dyson is my baby. It makes everything smell so good and feel and look so clean. I feel like I’m treading on angel clouds afterward.

Speaking of angels, this morning there was a customer shopping with either her daughters or granddaughters and I could not stop staring at the girls. They were about 7-9 years old, I think fraternal twins (they were the same height). One was a plump redhead with a BEAUTIFUL rosy complexion and stunning ginger hair, and the other was a gorgeous blonde with a perfect nose. They were so beautiful, I felt slightly pedo staring so much. All I wanted to do was take 5000 pictures of them. And also swap hair with the redhead.

DTRO & Curly Hair

Today started out kinda shitty. It was threatening to rain, and then it did. And I was sitting and moping around my house trying to figure out what to do with my life or where to go.

I decided the gym is always a good option, even though I didn’t really wanna go. But I went. Had a light workout because I’m a little bitch and made plans with one of my friends, Kristen, to go to downtown Royal Oak after.

From then on, it turned out to be a fanfuckingtastic day!!

We stopped at this tea place and got bubble tea and then had dunchen at Little Tree Sushi Bar and it was DE-lish. Although the plum sushi I got was awful and I couldn’t decide if the plum part was really salty or really sour. I thought it was just really salty until Kristen tasted it and thought it was really sour. My cucumber salad was superb though.

We also went shopping around at Paris and Lost and Found Vintage, among other stores. I bought this sterling silver and citrine ring I’d been thinking about since the last time I was there at Paris, and Kristen found this cute dress she ended up buying there that fit her very well and did all kinds of wonderful things for her boobs.

Lastly, tonight is the first night of the year that I’ve allowed my hair to air dry and IT DECIDED TO DO THIS:

It hasn’t been this curly IN A REALLY LONG ASS TIME. Like, YEARS. Now the trick is to preserve these curls overnight so I don’t look completely bad when I wake up tomorrow and have to do too much with it.

I Give Narcissism a Whole New Level of Definition

What I did today instead of working on my business plan:

1. Put up this before and current picture in celebration of today being the 1 year anniversary since I joined WeightWatchers and took in all the positive feedback I got from my friends and family.

2. Got my hair colored and cut ~ 4 hours.

3. Went to Target.

4. Spent like an hour after checkout talking with my friend Joe.

5. Took 5 million narcissistic pictures of myself because I can’t let a good hair day go to waste.

6. Edited one of those pictures to join my elite army of profile pictures. Don’t judge me.

Ginger Again

Day 6: Shopping.

Okay, so after work today, I went and go my hair colored and cut. And I am so counting this as “shopping” because I didn’t take any pictures of anything I actually bought today, but if you think about it, I bought the services of getting my hair to look fabulous again.

SOOOO, here’s tonight’s picture, of me looking majestically ginger and Ariel-esque.

You can follow me on Instagram @ lovelikeangels by the way!

Life is Better as a Redhead.

So today we had a field trip in Fashion Design 2 class to Cynthia LaMaide‘s studio in Rochester. It’s in her house, and it was really cool. We only saw her basement studio (she said she had other stuff in other parts of the house) but it was absolutely fantastic. There were fabrics everywhere and inspiration boards and a loom and a knitting machine and a sketching area and massive, and I mean massive, amounts of yarns and threads and knick-knacks. It was like a designer wonderland down there. Plus, she is one of the sweetest people I’ve ever met. And she’s a pretty awesomely quirky designer. She used to style/make clothes for Lenny Kravitz and she is the godmother of his kids, and vice versa. Here’s this super cool framed picture she’s got hanging up in her studio!

He's wearing a tank she made for him!

Today is also PodBot upload day and we have a new video up on our Youtube channel. Today’s topic was our obsessions with shoes and panties. I personally think it was a pretty amusing video, despite being a little lengthy. We gotta work on that, I know. We also talked about Sheldon Cooper/HNI and I think we kinda scared him a little, but I got that sorted out. Phew! I sat in my car talking to him after returning that skirt today on the brink of tears for no good reason at all over that little dilemma. It was ridiculous.

On the bright side, I reminded him of my super awesome fluffy llama and he is determined to own it. But you know what’s better? I’M A FUCKING REDHEAD AGAIN. And it feels so good. Freshly dyed hair is my favorite. It’s all ruby red and fluffy and soft and gorgeous. I want to roll around in this color. I told HNI it has a fantastic texture in my mouth and he said I’m nuts. Funny! But he should understand what I mean!

Oh, I almost forgot, Day 4: List 10 things you would tell your 16 year old self.
1. No, things will not change in college in terms of love. You will NOT have a boyfriend.
2. Rock the hell out of that outfit!
3. Cherish every moment with your friends. With college comes separation and distance and change. They won’t all be your friends any more.
4. Enjoy summer vacation while you can. The college you’ll be going to doesn’t have such a thing.
5. You’re going to go back to the homeland soon. You’re going to speak the language again. And discover the people are really fucking mean. But they don’t matter, so be happy with yourself and who you are. You’ve worked hard to craft yourself into this beautiful person that you are.
6. It’s okay to open up more.
7. Don’t mind the whores and douchebags. They’re not amounting to much.
8. You’ll fall madly in love/lust a few more times…can you just hurry up and learn to stop doing that already? It’s kind of going to break your heart. Like, a lot. But I guess that’s what’ll make you stronger.
9. You’re going to have an amazing ‘mentor’/friend in the future that’s going to push you to be want to be better. Listen to him.
10. DON’T SPEED ON JOHN R, YOU’RE GOING TO GET A FUCKING TICKET.