September 29, 2009

A Letter To Christine

Taking a page from Simon Cowell's very public "birthday gift to himself", I too will attempt to write a letter to myself in a similar manner, but referencing the present day.

You are often times air-headed and slow, a simpleton at best. If you could take advantage of some common sense fifty percent more of the time, you would achieve an acceptable level of survival. Otherwise, it is basically doomed for you and your offspring.

You have a habit to consider yourself better than others. Why would anyone want an arrogant person around, unless they too, felt themselves better than everyone else. Fat-headed, round-waisted, simple-minded: you have absolutely no reason to think highly of yourself.

Goals are set in your mind, but you have no clear objectives on how to achieve them. You assume these things will fall into place, naturally, and without effort. If your naive spirit could take a backseat you might get a taste of reality from time to time.

You are a natural spender. Money will come harder and harder as you get older and older. Saving now for your retirement would include being smart, so of course what reason would you have to do it?

Also, your sarcasm is nauseating. Please stop.

I think your first and foremost goal should be to get into some kind of shape, you lifeless mass of fat. Look at you, dressed in your pajamas at 11 in the morning; what kind of life is that? You are a slob. Get dressed, finish your work, and get a job.



September 17, 2009

Fashion Week

This week in New York is the world famous New York Fashion Week. Thousands of people flock to New York to take part in this grand performance, this masquerade. Yes, masquerade. Everyone puts on a mask to hide their real selves, whether it be a mask of kindness, happiness, success, knowledge, judgement, or accomplishment; everyone wears one the entire week. And you know how you can spot them on the streets, these attendees, these mask wearers? They all have one thing in common: a smart smug on their face with the idea that they are thousands times better than everyone else in New York, if not the world. They also all make sure to expose their fashion show invitations as if by mistake: "Oh, excuse me, I didn't mean to drop my invitation to the Marc Jacobs show on your shoe!"

And I have no idea why God punishes me if I wake up past ten by making the only show visible on my t.v. the Today Show with Hookah and Kathie Lee Stank; listening to these two croonies cackle and squeal to each other about each other just puts a bad rap for every woman on the planet. No wonder men think we're easy, these two bimbos make it look so plausible. And by the way, Kathie Lee, it's Max Az-ree-ah, if you were decked out "head to toe" in his stuff like you claim and continue to sit front row at his fashion show and rub elbows with him later at the after party, you ought to know the man's name. Not that he has much role in the designing of anything, but still, this is no excuse.

Now, to continue my observation of Fashion Week, I was not particularly impressed with Rodarte's Show: I can appreciate a combination of different patterns and new textiles together and element's of fantasy, but the combination they procurred was not very appealing. I did, however, appreciate their use of exposed skin, patches of it here and there on outfits, almost a gradation on other outfits. Speaking of exposed skin, Max Azria seemed to use it as a theme for their collection, a way to tie it all together; slashes of skin, geometric cut outs, and a web of metallic tape twisted this designer's usual "classic chic" look into something more edgy. While Max Azria is known for pushing the envelope from time to time, not to mention the clever way the embellishments are utilized, the collection looked, a little--dare I say this?--90's. It had a definite "millenium" era feel to it, the way the 90's combined the future and the 70's: this was definitely a disco ball of repetition. Funny enough, Halston actually debuted a collection that reminded me of Max Azria's usual style. It was attractive and feminine, whisps of fabric catching the air, the lines silhouetting a subtley of sex and power.

I will save the rest of my rant and rave for another day, I have been inspired to sew my own creations.

September 13, 2009

To Do List

From time to time, I must come to this blog to publicly announce my intentions. Today, I will abuse this idea to the extreme.

To Do List for the Next Four Months:

1. Finish five garments.

2. Lose ten pounds and keep it off.

3. Consider vegetarian for a while.

4. Fix Posture (sit up straight!)

5. Learn French.

6. Invest 500 dollars (of money I don't really have) in the stock market.

7. Research stocks and investment ideas.

8. Learn how to save, recycle, and renew=go green.

9. Learn enough about web design to customize website.

10. Realize that if people aren't seeking you, you should not seek them.

11. Keep in touch with friends through means other than facebook.

12. Research more about writing a book.

13. Begin writing said book.

14. Look for a full time job.

On a side note, I would like to mention, I was just called "devastatingly gorgeous" by an acquaintance I met for about two hours in California.

I would also like to mention a side note about my mother that I have observed before, but never wrote down. It is a beautiful habit for my mother at every meal out after she finishes eating to set her napkin down, shuffle through her purse, extract a tiny makeup bag and pull out a classic 1950's shade of red. She carefully removes the top, twists the tube, and reveals the curled tip of the lipstick; it is shaped this way from the way she applies it, very firmly on one side only. She expertly lines her lips without the aid of a mirror, presses her lips and rubs them together, and twists the tube--one handedly--and with the other hand, places the top back on. It amazes me both as a non-lipstick wearer, and as a female, I am utterly impressed. Trivial though it may be, I really appreciate how nostalgic my mother is.

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