Saturday, July 25th, 2009

Today you are getting a blog, not so much.  I had to write my girlgetstrong.com article for Tuesday (due Saturday), or Melanie, my fab editor would have hunted me down.  It’s supposed to be hotter than Hades today, so we’re all going to the lake. 

But first, I have to run out to the craft store to get a couple of needed items so I can make some sample jewelry for an on-line retailer, due Monday.

Who knew life without a “real” job could be so busy?

For anyone curious (Blondie), I’ll be wearing brown flip-flops today… :-)

Jenn

Thursday, July 23rd, 2009

My most excellent step-son is job-hunting.  He’s sixteen, he wants a job so he can pay for important things, like upgrading his ATV, buying new shoot-em up video games, and buying me those Chistian Laboutins.

He’s in the process of applying for a position at Famous Footwear.  An entry-level customer service job.  Now, while he’s intelligent, polite, helpful and patient, I’m not positive he realizes that there are other brands of shoe besides Nike.  And I’m absolutely positive he doesn’t know the difference between a pump and a sling-back, or a kitten heel and a stiletto.

So, shall we help him out girlfriends (Charlene, you’re exempt this time):

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Pump (Stiletto heel)

Pump (Kitten heel)

Mary Jane

D’Orsay (also a stiletto and a slide)

Bootie :-)

T-strap

Slide (also a sling-back)

Espadrille

Mule

Skimmer

Moccasin

Ballerina flat.

There are more, but that should do for starters.  I wonder if he’s confused yet.  I wonder if he’ll fill out an application for Home Depot instead.  That’d be cool, because then we can teach him about paint: flat, satin, eggshell, semi-gloss, gloss…

Welcome to the world kiddo!  Loves ya!

Wednesday, July 22nd, 2009

Even though Jenn and the City is really Jenn and the Country now, I still keep one eyeball on the fashion pages and admittedly  possess a superfluous passion for shoes – since I spend most of my life in flip-flops.  Do NOT tell Clinton and Stacy.  I also have an inherent curiousity in obscure cultural trends.

My friend Karen, of mushroom soup fame, forwarded on a link this morning from the Philadelphia Inquirer fashion pages lauding the return of the pocket to pret-a-porter dresses.  Men won’t get this, but dress and suit wearing women will.  The pocket was a wardrobe mainstay in the 50’s (find a Chanel suit without pockets), but it was sewn into obscurity in the decades that followed. 

Many women will find this fashion trend completely irrelevent, but there is a segment of society that is cheering loudly, me included.  If you’re unfamiliar with the world of the dog show, have never seen Westminster, have never watched Best in Show, this may make no sense.  People who show dogs need pockets.  We use them.  We carry squeakies, fuzzies, dessicated liver, pepperoni, dried beef heart, cheese, or whatever else we need to capture and contain the dog’s attention in the ring.  And we must “dress up” – it’s tradition.  You won’t ever catch an experienced handler in the ring wearing jeans.  So bless the return of the pocket.

On the other hand, courtesy of the London Daily Mail, we learn of the demise of the table knife.  The English, being  a civilized sort of society, traditionally use a knife and fork together to eat, fork in the left hand, knife in the right.  Etiquette note:  This is, in fact, proper.  In fast-food America, we  have apparently out-grown the need for a knife while dining.  This trend has insidiously traversed the Atlantic and is pervading British civilization.  The department store Debenham’s has noted that in separated cutlery sets, forks outsell knives three to one.  I’m not surprised, you can’t even get a plastic knife on an airplane these days.  A simple object of domesticity made obsolete by drive-thru dining and TSA.

There’s no real shock that the table knife is going the way of the dodo.  Faced with a full table setting, I doubt most Americans would know what to do with half the cutlery presented.  I am rather disappointed that the trend is spreading to England.  There are some things about English culture that ought to be preserved, including good table etiquette, warm beer, and tea.

So I’m disappointed in the demise of the knife.  Hopefully, like the pocket, it will make a comeback.  Meantime, I suppose you could carry your own.  That would be a pocket-knife, right? 

Just don’t try to fly with it.

pocketknifeJenn

Wednesday, July 22nd, 2009

Blogging over at girlgetstrong.com today – http://girlgetstrong.com/2009/07/22/are-you-protecting-yourself-from-date-rape-drugs/

Sorry I haven’t updated in a day or two, have been working like mad on the jewelry.  I’ll try to get back to you later today.  http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=7448867

Jenn

Monday, July 20th, 2009

Murphy showed up this morning.  My lovely puppy, who behaves like a perfect angel when I leave him home alone, crawled under my bed and got my black Bass heels this morning.  I’ve had those shoes forever, they’re comfortable, they have a look of business like sophistication, and they work with pants and skirts. They also are about five years out of style, and now they are decorated with tooth-marks

An ill-treated black shoe
An ill-treated black shoe

La divas know that a good pair of black shoes is a fashion necessity.  I cannot be without black heels. Even as a work-from-home artist and designer, my life is going to require good black heels.  I make public appearances.  I support and work with  fabulous political candidates.  I do my own business marketing in a creative world.  Therefore, I need, rather than the old black basics, some amazing black shoes.  I will probably have to raid my401k to get them, but, it’s not my fault!  Blame the puppy!

My choices:

CARNAVAL-CREPE SATIN FLOWER D'ORSAY
CARNAVAL-CREPE SATIN FLOWER D’ORSAY

Christian Laboutin – $1,650.  Sigh.  Love, but SO impractical

$845 - Manolo Blahnik - Love!
$845 – Manolo Blahnik – Love!
My favorite brand - L.A.M.B. Love Gwennie, but these won't do.
My favorite brand – L.A.M.B. Love Gwennie, but these won’t do. And then there’s the $325.
Jimmy Choo - $950.  Still not quite right..

Jimmy Choo - $950. Still not quite right..

Christian Laboutin again - $735 and they don't really speak to my creative side

Christian Laboutin again - $735 and they don't really speak to my creative side

L.A.M.B - drooling, $172.50

L.A.M.B - drooling, $172.50

I really want the Manolo’s. My birthday is coming up soon?  I could sell the puppy.  I could sell a jet-ski.  I  could turn to a life of crime.  Deep sigh.  Or it might be Payless.  Oh well, I can dream.

Jenn

Sunday, July 19th, 2009

We’ve been fighting the Caddyshack war, also known as the running of the moles, for quite some time.   Finally, last week Tara won the title of Whippet Mole Slayer and caught the little bugger. 

Today I came home mid-day from the soccer tourament to give the dogs some  quality outside time. I checked my email and went out to check on dogs.  The first thing I saw was a dead mole.  My first thought was “Another one?”  I automatically looked for  the hole they dug it out of.  Then I realized that this mole was a bit worse for wear, he’d been dead a few days.  So what is this, the mole resurrection?  Did we murder the Jesus of mole-ville?  I actually panicked for about two seconds pondering this question.

Then I realized that there were plastic bags, the ones I scoop cat poop into also littering the yard.  Now, after the last “garbage for dessert” episode, we fastened the locking thingies on the garbage can.  Today, “someone” figured out how to unlock the garbage can, pull it over, and retrieve yummy treasures such as cat poop and moles.

Anyone remotely familiar with my dogs knows the one with the engineering degree.  So now I have an ex-pen around my tomato plants to protect them from Tara MKX (mole killer excellent), an ex-pen around my deck, so Morgan doesn’t dive bomb off, and finally an ex-pen around my garbage so that Nike doesn’t unlock it and distribute the contents. 

I thought ex-pens were to keep dogs IN, not keep them OUT…

mole

Saturday, July 18th, 2009

…I forgot to write a blog today.  That just sucks big time. 

stop

Friday, July 17th, 2009

Good Morning Blogland!

The good news is that I’m finally feeling better.  About damn time.  Not just from the sinus infection, but generally.  I might actually even be cheerful today.  Let me think about it for a bit; haven’t been “cheerful” in so long I’m not sure I’m defining it correctly.

Bad news.  Hmm.  Really isn’t any, except my spacebarisn’tworkingright.  I’m gonna get really strong thumbs if I can’t get it unstuck.  Oh, and the good camera went fstop up again. 

Kla Ha Ya Days in Snohomish this weekend.  I’m all about the cherry pit spitting contest, the bed race, and frog jumping contest.   And, of course, Rob’s soccer tournament. And the parade.  I haven’t been in a parade since band in high school.  I don’t even LIKE parades, too much noise, too many people.  How’d I get talked into participating in a parade?  I suppose I’d better get the camera fixed. 

In today’s news, a chihuahua lived for two days with a barbecue fork stuck in its head before getting to the vet who removed it.  Members of the band “All American Rejects” all have their logo tattooed on the right side of their chests.  And I’m getting sick of the Progressive, Arby’s and that weird, freaky Prius commercial.  And if I have to look at creepy Geiko money with eyes again, I will scream. Loudly.

Now I’m learning how to take my summer look from the pool to the party.  Something about bejeweled sandals, scarves, and a lime green dress you can wear 41 different ways.  I’m not sure about the rest of my girlie and cross-dressing fans, but women’s clothing is hard enough to manage.  Things have layers, inner buttons, inner snaps, side zippers and wrap clasps.  If you don’t put your dress or blouse on in the proper fastening order, it is entirely possible to get stuck in your clothes like a strait-jacket. The Last Thing I Need is a dress that can be worn 41 different ways.  I will invariably come up with #42 that is entirely inappropriate and that will require scissors to extract me. 

Gotta go.  Jewelry making crazy day today.  And I’msigning up for thumbwrestling.

thumb

Thursday, July 16th, 2009

Write or make jewelry.  Write or make jewelry.  Blog does not make any money.  Jewelry makes money.  Probably I should write about making jewelry.  Wait, that doesn’t make any sense.  Actually, maybe it does.  Lets make some earrings.

Jewelry crap & Ringo the lonely golfish

Jewelry crap & Ringo the lonely golfish

What kind of earrings shall we make?  And don’t ask me why this photo won’t center.  I can’t answer that question.

Let's go with the climbing kitty.  Cute, huh?
Let’s go with the climbing kitty. Cute, huh?

Climbing kitty should be after something -  too bad I don’t have any mouse beads.  Let’s go with a similated ball of orange yarn.

That should be everything we need.

That should be everything we need.

Put the kitties on the pins.  That really sounds a bit voodoo-y and sadistic, doesn’t it?
Kitties dangling from a looped pin

Kitties dangling from a looped pin

Add orange “yarn” ball.

There.  Now kitty has a goal in life.

There. Now kitty has a goal in life.Here's the tricky bit. You can either make a simple loop on top of the bead, or a wrapped loop, or a spiral side loop, which is what I did. The trick is, when it hangs off the ear wire, the loop has to be sideways otherwise you don't see the front of kitty, you see his side. Not the same effect. spiral side loop, turned back up to the top of the bead, I mean yarn.

Cut off the excess wire, and hang from the pre-fab ear wires and your done.  Unless you run into a technical problem.  Which I did.  The spiral side loop is too bulky for the pre-fab ear wires.  That means we’ll have to custom make the ear wires for these.  Ya get out the handy-dandy spool of sterling wire, and get to work.

Custom vs. pre-fab.  See the difference?

Custom vs. pre-fab. See the difference?

Next, lather, rinse, repeat for the other earring.  The only hard part there is getting the two custom ear wires to match each other exactly.

Done.  For sale, anyone want some cute kitty earrings?

Done. For sale, anyone want some cute kitty earrings?

Wednesday, July 15th, 2009

That does it.  I’m selling my head.  It’s swollen, puffy, faint feeling and it hurts to swallow.  I’m grumpy, cranky, and mean to puppies,  small children and lawyers.  This heads only redeeming quality is that it’s relatively smart, and has good hair since the 12-step blonde recovery program. 

I’m in the market for a new head, preferably one that is still intelligent and has good hair, preferably doesn’t grind it’s teeth, and is witty and charming.  And lacking a sinus infection.  I’d just run down to the Wal-Mart, but then I’d end up with a red-neck head that wouldn’t match my shoes.  So frustrating.  I’m sure I could find something suitable at Nordstrom, but then it would look like every other head in town, and that’s Boring. 

So I’m stuck. Stuck with a malfunctioning head.  My doc doesn’t come back from China until tomorrow.  Maybe he can bring me a Chinese head.  Hmmm.  I could get rid of my hair straightener.  But I would have no clue what I was thinking or saying, and that would just so suck.  I could be charming and witty and not even know it!

I guess I have to keep this head.  And take some more DayQuil.  Oh, look, the fairies and happy lawn creatures are back.  I LOVE the fairies and happy lawn creatures. 

I also blogged over at the PI today – with any luck, it made sense. 

http://blog.seattlepi.com/adventuresinsnohomish/archives/173779.asp

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