Saturday, March 17, 2012

One Outfit, Three Photos








Necklace vintage (Have you ever had a metal splinter?  Well now I have!  But I still love this necklace.)
Dress Hayden-Harnett (I love the abstract bird print.)
Shoes from Pedder Red in HK (These shall remain the last pair of China-made shoes I buy, though they are remarkably comfortable.)


Friday, March 16, 2012

I Ask You

Where does the cat end and the bed begin?


Liz Claiborne, I Still Love You







(I really blew out the red on the last shot.)  

Check out the elegant simplicity (sans original shoulder pads) of this vintage silk Liz Claiborne dress.  I always get mad compliments on it, which I love because I got it for, like, a dollar back in St. Louis a year or so ago.  One of the (young, Portuguese) designers as work was admiring it and I told him it was old Liz Claiborne and he said, "Who?"  Crazy talk.


Top Half








Such an interesting crepe cut-out blouse from Something Else by Natalie Wood.  And I'm in love with the velvet and leather bow clip from Farmer in Seoul, as well.


Tuesday, March 13, 2012

These Things Have Been Happening

This morning, I am standing in my kitchen preparing to cut a pear (I know, who cuts a pear… what am I 90?) and thinking about what a disastrous mess my apartment is but how it’s OK because it’s just me and the kittycakes living there now, when the doorbell rings (maybe only the second time this has happened in the past year and it’s always a “what-the?!” moment).  It’s the upstairs neighbor wondering about the water damage in my bedroom and could he come right in and look at the damage now?  At 8:45 am.

I put him off until tomorrow at 8 am (!) and now I’m stressed about tidying up enough to allow a stranger into my apartment without him leaving of the mind that I am a cluttered nutter.  Maybe I’ll tell him I just moved in.  That would explain the boxes in the hallway.  (Yes, there are still boxes in my hallway.  B lives on an air mattress with camping-style kitchen basics and nary a chair to sit on in Sweden.  And I’ve got boxes and boxes of things moved from Belgium that we haven’t even opened yet because they are meant for Stockholm.  Ack!)  So stay tuned tomorrow when a bleary-eyed Jodi lets the concerned upstairs neighbor into her apartment to deal with more water damage!

The other thing of note about the early rising upstairs neighbor is the he knew exactly where my water damage was because he “caused it.”  I said something to the effect of “This building is so full of water damage, blah, blah…” and he was like, “Yes, but this one is because of me.  I caused it.”  What are you doing up there, buddy?  The stairs are already rotting and the hallway ceilings are stained and you’re flooding the bathtub or effing with the pipes up there?!  This building’s got enough problems without your noodling around with anything containing water, thanks.


In other news, there has been hammering on the other side of the living room wall.  Mind-warpingly incessant hammering that begins each morning around 8:45 and stops… when?  I don’t know.  The whack-whack-whack-whack-whack (whack-whack) really makes me want to do something awful.  Whack.  (Too awful to write here.)  This morning I wanted to throw my bowl of cocoa crispies and bang back at them on MY side of the wall.  You know, to send the apartment dweller’s universal “shut up” signal.  But instead I slurped down the rest of my bowl and left Cochino there to suffer through it.  Come to think of it, maybe why that’s she’s been so bugged out when I get home from work these days.  Surely the hammering affects her kitty sensibilities, too!

I am also convinced that this banging is the cause of my current internet woes.  My technological grasp is on par with someone at least two generations above me (See above, the “cutting of the pear."  It all adds up.) so that I just *know* the hammering over there has done something to my router.  (Like, maybe it’s upset the hard-working, cable-plugging mice inside?) 

That blinky light box, it's a router, right?


File under “Fun With French”…
The other day I bought some oregano oil because, though an over oregano-ed pizza is my personal food hell [I speak of the despicable dry stuff here], I’d been reading about oregano’s wondrous ability to clear a cold or boost immunity and all of that. I managed to find it at the fancy pharmacie on the corner of Rue des Archives and Rue de la Verrerie.  I double checked with the counter guy that it was in fact oregano oil.  I got home, put a few drops in a glass of water, took a drink and…. burning, burning, BURNING!  Mucous membranes on FIRE!  I went into panic mode… I was having a reaction to the oil!  I live alone!  I was going to scald my insides and die a writhing death while my cat sat idly by, concerned only with how she could get the crunchers in her own bowl.

Turns out I bought oregano oil for a diffuser (WHY anyone would want to smell this business, I don’t know… again, pizza hell) so it was not meant to be ingested.  Dum-dum over here drank the smelly oil.  I was fine (I am writing to you now) and, yeah, now it's actually pretty funny.  If it was any other kind of oil, I might invest in the diffuser.  But my smelly pizza oil is going in the trash.

Sunday, March 11, 2012

One Outfit, Three Photos






Vintage cars shirt, Levi's jacket, Surface to Air skirt, OC shoes (always).

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

One Outfit, Four Photos







Dress Dallin Chase, necklace Comfort Station, boots Opening Ceremony (look how mucked up they are... thanks for nothing, Republique in the rain!).

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

One Outfit, Six Photos

I wasn't very good at editing today.  So you get six photos.




















Jacket, sample from old job; blouse from a Korea designer, purchased at Island Beverly in HK; skirt, H&M; tights from Seoul; boots, Madewell.

Monday, March 5, 2012

One Outfit, Three Photos

Lest you think I'm completely batty (though I might be...), here's an outfit post.







 Vintage dress, old H&M cardigan, boots by Karine Arabian.

CAT RAPZ

This is really happening.



Hold the phone

Coco "Calico" Jones
Dominating like ‘Thrones’
A few wails and moans

Ain’t no southpaw
Straight from the mouth y’all
Enjoy it like a nightcap
When you hear the cat rap


(Thanks to Cochino's rhyme ghostwriter, who shall forever remain a secret.)

Sunday, March 4, 2012

G-Free

That's it, gluten.  This is your stop.

I am continuing on without you.

Sure, that test came back years ago telling me you weren't a problem.  But the more I read, the more nefarious I understand you are.  You may not trigger the test results against you, but you can still cause a world of problems.  And don't think I didn't notice that the problems people claim you cause are myriad--from skin issues to digestive problems (duh) to weight gain to weight loss to depression to migraines to immunity problems.  And these are just the biggies.  But they were always too widespread, too catch-all for me.  I'd read enough to find that many people who seem to have a problem just lay it on you, gluten.

Which is why I waited so long.

That and that I never felt it was a good time.  So much of who I am is eating, trying new things, indulging without restraint when it comes to what I ingest.  But I have finally decided to take a new route.  But not one that will diverge too terribly from my old one.  And maybe that's why I decided to finally go for it.

Wait, but first I will tell you what I hope to gain, you old bugger.

I am sick all of the time.  I have a cold/sinus infection every other month.  I say this assuredly because I can count back every month-and-a-half and tell you when my having a cold put a real damper on a party or a visit or some other thing that I would have been into had I not felt I'd been run over by a truck.  Sure, I'm not a teenager anymore... nor am I 80 years old, which is how I feel for about a week every other month.  Hey gluten, that is bullshit, plain and simple.  My primary doctor and my ENT can find nothing real wrong with me.  I take my vitamin C and probiotics and have tried lots of other homeopathic immune-boosters.  But maybe it's you?  If asked to describe myself these days, the word "immunocompromised" is at the top of this list.  And that's not fair.

The other part of it is the digestive problems.  Sure, I've got a "funny tummy" or what big-people describe as IBS.  It's become borderline embarrassing these days. Oh, the noises!  I want to wear a t-shirt that says, "I promise, that noise did not just come from my butt."  Because it often sounds like they do!  (Ha-ha, gluten.)  But really, it's just funny digestive noises.  I swear it!  (OK, that's not all it is, but that's all I will discuss here.)  Lots of the fun of IBS is finding what triggers it by limiting your diet until you find the catalyst.  (This is not actually fun at all, you realize.)  And, yeah, there's been lots of finger pointing at you, gluten, so why not start here?

But what really made me OK to do this, to cut you out of my life and to start today?  There are so many foods I CAN eat!  Like, macarons!  Hey gluten, macarons are super-awesome and delicious--WITHOUT YOU!  And so is steak tartare.  And frites.  And any fish.  And any vegetable.  And eggs!  And quinoa.  And rice.  And Swedish meatballs.  Really, the biggest bugaboo is bread.  And that's just because I've been lazy.  But it's just as easy to find a salad for lunch.  Or sushi.  Or a magret de canard and some damn mashed potatoes.  Oh, and cheese.  I can eat cheese, did I mention that?

So gluten, this is where you get off.  I'm taking control of my diet.  I'm limiting my choices, and I'm going to eat more fruits and vegetables.  Am I going to miss sandwiches?  And regular pizza?  And not thinking about what I order?  At least at first.  But hopefully I will see enough benefit not to regret it.




MENU STAR WARS

Leave it to the Belgians (wait... why?) to have a Star Wars burger menu on right now.  Oh, Quick.  This is why I will always prefer you to McDonald's.



 The Dark Vador burger.



The Jedi Burger.  Yoda-approved, apparently.

My Own Devices

I have been spending lots of time by myself lately.  Turns out, I really enjoy being a homebody.  Now with three consecutive weekends without Byron or an out-of-town friend in town, I find that I am truly a creature of habit.  The past three weekends have consisted of the following, in no particular order:


A quest to try all other macarons besides Laduree, with judgments being cast.
Homemade hot chocolate.  With the good cocoa powder.
Lots of green tea.  With macarons (see above).
Regular trips (every other weekend) to the Maille store to refill my mustard crocks. (Must. Have. Hand-pulled. Maille.)
Downton Abbey.  Modern Family.  New Girl.
A Saturday afternoon pit-stop at the Galeries Lafayette gourmet floor, where the fishmonger is especially helpful.
Beading and glueing and generally making a mess with my crafty stuff.
Leaving this mess out and living around it.
Cleaning everything else in anticipation of Spring.
Salads with the most simple yet nuanced homemade dressings thanks to wonderful mustards and oils and vinegars from Maille (see above).
Going to the Marché des Enfants Rouges for vegetables and neighborhood characters.
Reading stuffs on the Kindle.
Caviar and creme fraiche on eggs and potatoes and on plain-ol' spoons that I put right in my mouth.  I am a homebody baller, fo' reals.
Wandering around and taking photos of crap people scrawl on walls.
Wine, in a well-managed/adult kind of way.
Bugging Cochino.
Going to expositions.  (I need to do this more.  I am putting it down so it becomes a regular occurrence.)


I am alone in Paris, but I am quite happy filling my own days.  Would it be better if B were here?  Of course it would.  But I'm appreciating this time on my own, getting to know myself and my city a little better.  Though I'd be lying if I didn't admit that it's a relief to know my time alone is only temporary.




Mid-meow.



On the regular.



Pretty canal.

Making It

Been feeling crafty lately.  My place is strewn with leather and beads.  I am ready to finish some necklaces but the store that sells the vintage chains on Rue Charlot has the most vexing hours!  Closed from 12h00 to 14h30 (thanks for making sure I can't possibly get there during lunch!) and closed weekends.  Must be nice.  Maybe I should try for a job there.

Until then, here's a bracelet I made of fools' gold and a miraculous medal (divine design!).






And here's a snap that doesn't even represent the level of mess that getting all of my craft stuff out entails:


Hope to post some new jewelry soon.  As soon as I can get into that chain store!

Stuff on Walls #81

Extended version.






































INFLUENZA.















This guy again.