Wednesday, March 7, 2012
One Outfit, Four Photos
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.
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
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.
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.
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.
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!
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!
Saturday, March 3, 2012
The Survivor
This guy...
is continually over-watered, under-watered (like the time I was in China for 2 weeks and left it home to die), or forgotten beside a window with the curtains drawn. (Cruel, I know. It's close enough to reach out a branch and push aside the curtain itself. But independent movement's a real bitch.) Yet despite its continued mistreatment (Cochino also used to gnaw on it), it thrives.
I really should take better care of it. But maybe it wouldn't like being pampered?
I really should take better care of it. But maybe it wouldn't like being pampered?
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