Lazy Pazy Yellow Daisy: Reconnecting With Old Friends

I'm the kind of person who wants to have a million things going at once, but is more content to watch someone else do it. This is tragic. But I'm doing a little better nowadays. One thing I let go of was this blog. Another was my crafting and sewing. But I've started posting again, and even signed up for an Etsy. All I'm waiting for is my camera to come on and I'll be up and selling. I got the best username : WunderHaus. I'm so excited I snagged that up. More to come on that.

Last night I wrote a To-Do list. It took up an entire notebook page, two columns. I should get on that soon.

But that's not what I wanted to talk about. I want to talk about being lazy with friendships. I've moved around a lot. Switched schools, went to summer camps, did performances, and changed states, and I've met a lot of people. The problem is, I'm too lazy to keep in touch with them. Sometimes I worry that it may be a genetic hate for most company, but, honestly, at the time of meeting these new friends, I really enjoyed them. Maybe its a fear of rejection or commitment to a friendship. But mostly I'm just lazy.

I dream of being an "International Playgirl" to quote Gala Darling, but often I find myself not responding to emails, lacking visits, and all in all not knowing what to say to people who are not in my immediate life circle. That not to say that I'm anti-social, awkward, or lack a back stock of fun exciting stories. I just find it hard sometimes to keep up friendships long past.

However, as I approach my senior year of high school, I realize that its important to keep in touch with the people you actually like, because those numbers will shrink as we all part our separate ways. I think about going to college and losing touch with the people I've grown to love. The ones I hope I'll get off my ass and go visit in our uncertain future.

But in the midst of all the internal hub-bub there is a light. You see, recently a friend of mine from when I lived in Florida as a little girl (2nd and 3rd grade) got back in touch with me after two years of not hearing from each other. Little did he know, he became my saving grace from my little cave of a social circle. It was so amazing to find out that after all these years of not seeing each other, all the growing and changing, we can still have nice chats and relate to each other. It just goes to show that even thought I may not be buddy-buddy with a lot of people in my town, there are plenty of other people who I'd love to spend time with. Hey, in this day and age the world is small. In fact he may come visit me this summer. Its just a 12 hour drive. Not too bad, right?

So, Lovelies, I invite you to reconnect and reach across the globe. Lets open our eyes to the many people in this world. The vast number of people we can love and laugh with.

The world is much smaller than we think.









Words Of Exit: Who Killed Amanda Palmer? Someone please figure it out!

A Little Dose Of WonderGirl

I recently styled, make-upped, haired, and shot some senior photos for my friend Margo. I think they turned out really well.

All the photos were shot with a Nikon D-40 and edited on Photo Impression.
Make-up used was M.A.C. and Urban Decay
The locations were a parking tower and two abandoned warehouses.

These are the ones she printed, but I have a few of my personal favorites as well.







Dress: Self madeNecklace: A gift from EgyptBoots: Penny Loves Kenny







Dress: Delia'sHair clip: Self madeNecklace: VintageCuff: World Market






If you like the hairclip I do cutsom orders for around $12 US plus shipping.









Dress: American Apparel























Words Of Exit: "Thats what they said about the Hindenburg..."

Oh Travesty!

So today at work, while lifeguarding, an hairy older man walked in with his little son. The man was wearing brown crocs and khaki cargo shorts that were shorter than any male should ever wear. He then removed then to reveal a lavender speedo. His son swam in the corner, alone...


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Words of exit: "Casper, The Friendly Ghost! All the bitchez love me cuz I'm da Dopest Ghost In Town!" - Casper, from the movie "KIDS"

So Long and Good Night.

Man, I've been gone for a while.
But I'm here again.

In my absence I :
Danced in the Graveyard


Concocted a H-A-LL-O-W-E-E-N costume

[Anne, Me, Katarina]

Became a Woman Scorned


Had a surprise trip to New York for my 16th Birthday!




Where I saw a Banksy exhibit


Turned 16 while buying The Umbrella Academy and drinking Max Brenner's coffee in St.Marks


Was declared the "Best Dressed Person in New York" by some random guy on the street


And rang in the New Year outside Central Park

[Uncle Jacques, Me, Mom]

Acted ridiculous


Went to Universal Studios over Mardi Gras break and was a

TOTAL GangsterGee!






Shanked some fools


And Kept On Being Gangster!


So now that you're all caught up, next post will be
Kamikaze Girls

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Words of exit: Think your thoughts.

To Busy Being Straight Gangster

So I've been way to busy being a Total Beast latley to post anything on the blog.
Sorry.
Whatever.
Mostly I've been trying to make a state cut on swim team, which means practice four times a week, and babysitting my neighbor-girl, which means I'm acually doing my homework not at school for once.
Cool, right?
But I've got DIY projects that need finish and blog readers that need some love [mostly Dilemma] so I'm gonna get to all that as soon as possible.
And I aslo had some vicious laundry piling up, but me and my Supafantastic Sara had a Laundry/Watch Squishy party last night, so thats one thing off my list.
Wish me luck.

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Words of exit: "I'm not dead Yet!"

A General Landscaping

So, I've redone the blog.
I, personally, find it much more user friendly.
But, how do you think it fares?
¿Que' ?
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I Random Moment A Few Months Back...

In a message to Mati:


Are you doubting are fun to be spiffy?Blasphemy!I think pink looks lovley on him, with his pale sink and black hair.It would still work even if he was a red head. hehe.Here, have a picture of it:
And take a picture of a guy in a skirt too! Just for good luck. :

Somthing Wicked This Way Bloggs

I have made my blogging debut!

My best friend Marianna's dad is a photographer for the local news paper and they needed someone to blog about their "Harry Potter Experience" and I was asked to do the job!!!

Here it is: My Enchanted Blogging

Good friends, I Have Arrived

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Words of exit: He Lives!

Colored Skinny Jeans Make Everyone Look Fat - So Make Them Yourself

So, Timmy, what did you do this Sunday?
Did you go to church? No.
Did you lifeguard? No.
I Made Colored Skinny Jeans!

So, like the rest of the world, I was going to shell my hard earned cash on these:

[in Raspberry]
or perhaps these, or these :

[all $48.00 at Angry Young and Poor]

Or god forbid, even these hundred and something dollar April77's:

But then I thought...

Gosh, you freak, why spend all that money on something you know you can make yourself.

You'z got skillz , Guh'!

So I Did!

Here's How:

What You'll Need:

• An old pair of jeans
• A pair of skinny jeans that you already have, and fit you well
• sewing machine
• a marker
• pins
• colored dye [and whatever is required to use that dye]

First

Turn your old jeans inside out. Lay them flat and place the skinny jeans on top of them.

Line them up at the pointy butt part.

Also make sure to line the cuffs up at the front of the jeans.

Next

Trace a line on the top leg of the old jeans where the skinny jeans are, all the way up to the top.

Lift up the top leg and trace the same line on the bottom leg all the way up.

Pin along both lines.

Then

Sew along both lines. After you sew, try on the pants to make sure they fit well enough. If they fit well , trim the excess fabric .

[this picture was taken after I dyed them]

Now The Fun Part

Dye the pants according to the directions of the dye you buy. I used RIT dye in "Wine".

If your dye has the option of stove top dyeing, I recommend doing that instead of sink or washing machine dyeing. Also since denim is a very heavy fabric I recommend leaving the jeans in the dye a little longer than the directions say. I left mine in for a little over an hour.

Also, after you're done dyeing and washing the jeans, put them in the dryer twice to seal in the

color.

SHIZZAM!

All it should cost you is a bottle of dye and a Sunday afternoon.

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Words of exit: So, a few days ago I Manic Panic 'd my mom's hair. You know what the say... A family that dyes together, stays together!

If You Thought They Wore Nice Shoes...

An Undeniable Thrist To Pick Winkles

Winklepickers are a cruel mistress. They make your life Grimm and Horror-able. But before I dive deep into the underworld that is obscure footwear, let me give you the back story of my madness.

Ladies and Bloggers, may I direct your attention to : Joshua Von Grimm

[a.k.a. Joshua Third]

• Guitarist for The Horrors
• My new band boy crush
• Beautiful
• Wonderful taste in clothes, and especially, foot wear

So if you couldn't figure it out, I have this bad habit of dressing like the adorable guylinered, tight pants wearing, band boys that I have silly little girl crushes on.

[Hehe]

Enter exhibit B : The Horrors feet

As you can see, they are all clad in an array of stunning Winklepickers. Mr. Von Grimm in particular is sporting his infamous pair of white Chelsea boots, most likely purchased from Atomic Retro. But buying those isn't good enough for me, because, you see, the most astounding Gerard Way also sported a lovely pair of winklepickers :

So what did i come up with? Well since you asked...

I decided to go on a brave quest in search of white winklepicker boots with buckles and a zipper. My quest was long and hard. I searched through miles of eBay pages and shoe sites, only to come up empty handed! I was determined to have not just any ordinary winklepicker, they MUST be white!

Then alas! One night while hunting in the wicked forest that is Google Search I found these:

True,true, they are shown in black, but fear not young bloggers, for I can get them specially made in white leather! Oh Happy Day! So now I must sell my poor drum kit [which I never played anyway. Shame.] to get the money to buy these beauties. As I said before winklepickers are a cruel mistress, a cruel £ 57.9 [$115.33] mistress. But I guess it worth it because ....

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Words of exit: I just don't like her anymore [WANT TO SHANK HER IN THE THROAT!]