Friday, October 17, 2014

Catching up




Hello!! Happy Pumpkins!! It's October. Obviously I hit up the pumpkin patch. With mixed results. I got my coworkers all tiny adorable pumpkins for their desk and this pumpkin tower for my lobby. This lovely orange pumpkin molded in four days though, so my weird greenish one is ghoulishly holding up the fort.


I've spent my time writing and writing and petting bees. Our silly bees got drunk off my MIL's stevia plant. They were so docile I was actually petting their fuzzy backs. Silly things! Bees are friends, remember that! Don't swat them!!


As for clothes, utilitarian. Lots of jeans. Found this weird pair of camo pants. Not my usual thing, but they fit, had lots of zippers and pockets, and weren't your typical camo. Not a bad $5 investment. The striped jumper though? That was a miraculous find. It's got a lovely neckline and is super comfy for the ultra-rainy cool weather I've been in.

From this

To this!

Also meet tattoo number twenty. I've had this one planned since before the last two tattoos. I needed a full weekend to let it heal though. I asked Jeff to please bring together my two back tattoos with my shoulder one. I've adored my original cat tattoo, but tonight Jeff took it to another level of beauty. He gave the delicate skeleton a fresh wash of ink, bringing it from flat to dimensional, pulling the blues and blacks through my artwork and down my back. I'm so so pleased with the end result. Mostly I would love to gush about it more. But I've been awake nearly 18 hours, had two and half hours sitting being inked, nine hours of work, and I'm ready to collapse.

Check my tumblr for detail shots and close ups.

Sunday, October 5, 2014

Tattoos 18 and 19

In the midst of struggle, my tattoo artist is always there.

I feel like a walking piece of art.


18. Inkwell (outer elbow). Dedicated to my double life as a writer (and my friendship with Meghan).


19. Another watercolor abstract (inner elbow). Is it an ink stain? Or a crazy moon?


Old Tattoos
1. Family quote, translated: I shine, not burn. A tattoo shared by all my family.
2. Wittgenstein quote


3. Cat skeleton for my late Gomez

4. Extensive Honeycomb

5. Watercolor abstract
6. Abstract Poppies (earlier addition: have since
 added a J and heaxagon at the wrist)


7. Solar System
8. Running kinetic cats

8 updated (with 9 stars)


10, moon phases + sun

11: geometrics

12. Star Sleeve (WIP)

13. 221B 
17. And thus a tribute to
Platform 9 3/4.
15. 42, the Answer to Life the Universe and Everything
14, Oil lamp to light my way


16. Quote by JK Rowling at the
 final Harry Potter movie premier

Friday, October 3, 2014

Friend Friday: No Shit, Sherlock.

Shirt - thrifted
Jeans - Cheap Monday, thrifted
Boots - Botb, ebay
Bag - thrifted
Notebook - Dollar Tree

So I'm six months into my career as an Office Coordinator. I'm in my element, challenged, but loving it. My office is lenient enough that I can wear my personal style, even if I do try to keep it business casual - no flip flops for this girl.

But I've also been struggling. Struggling with depression and anxiety, and the fatigue and illness that comes along with it. I've been quietly lurking in my friends posts, putting up a post here and there to show I'm not dead (yet).

I slogged home today, sad, tired, exhausted. But guys, I love Meghan. I love her.

Because even though she's gone on vacay and can't spend the weekend writing with me, she sent me a fantastic surprise! Maaaail.


Holy shit, Sherlock - it's hats!!
She showed me this rainbow beanie she knitted, and sent it along for my mom (it's big!), but my mom's going to have a bit of competition in getting it. Because it makes me make that face.

But for me - It's an Ear hat, Watson! AN EAR HAT.

Plus loads of other Sherlockian goodies including cards, an eyeshadow palette, a BBC themed personally screen printed scarf, a Return to 221B Baker Street hand stamped necklace, a slytherin-tastic snake necklace, a button necklace and a lovely leather skull cameo.


BUT WAIT, THERE'S MORE!!
Did you know Meghan makes most of her own clothes? Did you know she's recently reopened her etsy shop? Did you all also know I'm a total crack whore for free stuff? No? 

Well, a recent job fair totally exposed that side of myself to my coworkers. I came out with everything from pens to sports bottles, sticky notes, and even stuffed Chick Fil A cows. (LOVE THE COWS), I even tried to win a hat or shirt from the Marines, but my wimpy gimpy arms couldn't hold me in a pull-up hang for longer than 13 seconds. But I tried! I like free shit.

But Meghan totally sent me TWO, COUNT THEM TWO, dresses hand made by her!

My favorite part is she got my bipolar style down to two distinct dresses. One, stripes with black and bold colors. The other plaid with bees, soft cotton, red and navy. Strong boldness and soft shabby chic.


 I do apologize for the camera phone pictures (all of them!) and mirror pictures, but I needed photographic evidence immediately of this amazingness. Hopefully, very soon, you'll see these dresses styled to their full extent.

I'm still trying guys, that's all we can do in this world - try like hell.


Saturday, September 27, 2014

Feminine details

I've been dabbling in something I NEVER did. Nail polish! I have hands that shake like palsy sometimes. I also have muscle spasms at random and arthritis. So I never painted my own nails.

A bad day led me to the salon in my office complex. I got a basic turquoise shimmer color that I liked. My boss was giving my coworker some polishes she never used and in the bag was a bottle of CRACKLE gold polish. So I had a couple accent nails in crackle gold.


Mermaid nails!


The mermaid nails lasted a few days, but chipping is inevitable. But we had a big office meeting today, and I wanted some White Staffing nails. So I took our business colors - teal and black, and had a gel polish applied. So far so AWESOME. It's super hard and durable. I've done everything with these nails and the polish is super durable.

I'm not one to indulge in make up or 'beauty' products, but my coworkers have inspired me to dabble. I don't have great nails either, but I felt a little extra special today.

Upside I love gel polish. It won't be an all the time thing, but for the occasional indulgence, I could see a gel polish application as being worth my time.


Also Jam is still kickin' it. He got some new tank rocks (glass pebbles and a big smooth stone for resting). His color is so much better than his last one where he was sporting stress stripes!

Sunday, September 21, 2014

Haircuts and Liquor


I got a haircut, DH got a haircut. We ate Mexican food. It was delicious. I had fajitas.


 Liquor shopping with my mom! We hit up two liquor stores searching for her Kinky liquor. Meanwhile I took advantage of airplane bottles to stock my literal mini-bar. Two things of Black Magic rum, a $2 bottle of SoCo (my favorite), a tiny bottle of gin, American Turkey Wild Honey, Elderflower vodka, and birddog peach whiskey.

No kids don't drink it all at once. In fact, those tiny bottles will last me months as I'm not a drinker. But sometimes a little taste is fun.

The chicken cock bottles just made me giggle.


Friday, September 19, 2014

Stars


Star shirt, star bag, star nails. Black and white and red (and grey and blue). All my favorites.

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Real Life Skin



Finally having health insurance has meant I can finally get things checked out that have been ignored for years. I have moles. I have dark ones, light ones, little ones, big ones, freckles, etc. It's genetic.

But I've had this suspicious place riiiight on my temple for a few years (outlined in a fashionable purple). And no free or discount clinic will touch a suspicious "lesion" on a person's face or hands because of potential scarring (and the resulting patient complaints).

So it went untouched.

Until today!

Now I have several stories I've considered sharing here from my past two months experience of using health care with "real" insurance. But we'll start lightly on this one.

I waited 45 minutes in a freezing office. A lovely nurse gave me a shot (IN MY FACE) and for those interested, my psych meds are working out beautifully because my heart rate didn't even elevate as she did it. Five minutes later the dermatologist came in, scraped off the biopsy and shook my hand. The nurse cleaned my wound and gave me a magic bandaid and sent me on my way ($50 poorer).

Health care is scary. It's expensive. It's also one of the biggest businesses in existence. I find myself questioning it more than I've ever questioned anything.

Most fascinating to me is what is covered and what isn't. For example, had I booked with this dermatologist myself? I likely would've paid the whole visit out of pocket. As a referral from my primary care due to the suspicious lesion, I pay for a specialist. Go figure.
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