Monday, December 7, 2009

Warning: Reading this post may cause cuteness overload!

I hope this makes you as happy as it makes me!

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

What's Up, Pussy Cat?

Sometimes I find myself wishing I had someone to come home to...

Perhaps the type of someone who would great me with a gentle purr, and a rub up against my legs. Someone who would appreciate a nice bowl of milk, and who would curl up with me.

Alas, this cannot happen. I cannot take a kitty back and forth across the pond.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

I realize I have been lax in posting, and I would put the blame on too much work, but I know many of you lead lives that are just as, if not more, busy as mine. Truthfully I lack the inspiration and the skill to be a full time blogger. I prefer to lurk around (in the least creepiest way possible), and read each of your beautiful and diverse blogs.

I sense the time is drawing near where I shall have to emerge from the hazy world of dreams I have occupied thus far in my life. Although I have a lovely older sister, I often lead the childhood of only child. My refuge has always been the stories that have inhabited my head since before I can remember. Now life decisions are invading this solitary and quiet peace of mind.

I thought I was going to end up in Paris next year. My friends warned me I would be lonely... but if you had to be depressed, what better place than old Paris, non?

I met with the head of my department today. Apparently, I should instead be headed for the city where castles seem to float miraculously on the water. A city linked by canals, this Venice of the North. Yet St. Petersburg does not draw me in for some reason. I wonder why.

I wish there were more options than those I see people around me making. I still want the option to be "anything I want to when I grow up." I haven't found anything that entices me, so am I allowed to keep looking?

Saturday, October 17, 2009

Halloween Parting: A Rest for a Weary Traveler

The autumn roads are long and chilly

But look! A gate lies open and waiting, just for you

Welcome! Do come in...
Ahh, yes, the piano music. I hear it to...

The professor always loved to play on his baby grand... and continues to do so today, 100 years after his death.

No need to look so alarmed! Most of the ghosts here are harmless. Can you hear a pitter-patter of little feet upstairs? Perhaps a small giggle catches your ear?

That's just Clara, who haunts the top floor. Would you like to meet her?

I'll take you up the back way, up the servants stairs...

Don't mind the scratches on the wall... They've been there a long time...

Can you hear Clara calling? She's just past the corner up ahead.

Ahh, there she is! Can you see her there in the mirror? She's quite shy, so you should feel honored if she's let you see her.

Just don't go in to the tower in the southern wing. Suicide Tower, as it's known, is home to a most unfriendly ghost.

Poor Mary, her heart would not mend
So she chose a rather dreadful end.

Wait?! You're leaving already?? Oh, dear, I hope we didn't scare you.

Have a Happy Halloween! Do come back soon! We'll be waiting for you, my dears...

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

My lovelies! How I've missed you! Well, to be honest, I have still been trying to read all of your blogs, even if I don't comment on them... though some days I don't even get through all of them. Oh what uni does to my time and ability to concentrate! But, unfortunately, I think I will be in school for many many more years to come [I just want to learn everything! Why do I have to choose between arts and science subjects?] so I mustn't grumble. And I'm really happy to be back doing Russian, even if my other subjects don't pique my interest as much as I hope they will.

Major thing I've learned so far this year? As pretty as it may make my waist, a corset should not be worn on days when I have to traipse all over town to classes with a nasty head cold. I quite understand how women used to faint from them - I just wish I could rely on some handy lad coming to my rescue like they do in all the Victorian sketches. They were probably just used to women dropping like flies, so I suppose you developed quick reflexes? My guy friends here, however, probably have no idea what a corset is, and would wonder what I was doing lying on the floor all of a sudden.

Which brings me to my main point: I am so glad
that I've found all of your wonderful blogs where you proudly parade vintage finery, styles, and ideas of how to live. It empowers me everyday not to give in to jeans and a t-shirt (eww!), and to not care a lick about what people think of me. Yet, sometimes, it does get me down. I live in a very small town in the UK, where I am looked at like some curious oddity - and this is even when I don't go full out vintage. What do you, my dear readers, do when life gets you down like this? I've ordered a typewriter off Etsy from Snogirl [go visit-she's a doll], and trying to explain why I wanted one was like banging my head against a brick wall.
And I HATE it when people say: "Oh my God! You're sooo cute!"

Perhaps I'll run away and join a circus - I'll be the Russian speaking - contortionist - burlesque dancer all decked out in steampunk jewelry and clothes.
Hey, it could happen.... maybe.

P.s. the typewriter is a skywriter by smith-corona, developed when mass air travel started becoming a possibility. Can you imagine everyone taking out their typewriters instead of laptops nowadays?

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

The Earth is Actually Flat...

...I just dropped off the edge, if you hadn't noticed -->
And now, having clawed my way back to the blogging world, I've gotten knocked back by an episode of freshers' flu!

What the heck am I talking about?
Well, I have now completed my biannual jump over to the other side of the world, to get back to my uni in scotland. I know many of you have had your own moves to do this summer, both great and small, so you'll know how crazy it is to pick up your entire life and settled down elsewhere. I never get used to it... I swear I was in a state of "almost un-packed" all year last year. There is, at least on my end, a temptation to make everything perfect from the get go, and then nothing happens at all.
To make matters worse, I got here early to help move in the freshmen [or "freshers" as we call them]. It's lots of fun, and my liver is absolutely trashed due to the free vodka bars we host as a hall
[it's all legal, don't worry!]. However, I've spent so much time running around that I've neglected my own room.
I've also contacted the dreaded freshers' flu: a nasty result of collecting a large amount of people and their germs into a small environment, and making sure no one gets any sleep.
This is the point when I wish I was still a little girl and had my mum to take care of me like this little girl! What do all of you do for getting over nasty colds? I can't tell what's worse, my cold, or the rain!

Anyways, not meaning to bore you all, just wanted to say hi, and that reading all your posts in the few spare minutes I have brightens my stressful days! Thank you gals!

Sunday, September 13, 2009


Etsy is down for maintenance?!? But how will I get my Etsy fix?
Anybody else have this problem? I'm think a group should be created:
Who's with me?

Friday, September 11, 2009

Friday Finds: A Nice Cuppa

A nice cup of tea is to us English, what vodka is to the Russians: a concoction imbued with magical healing powers. As I sit watching the steam rise from my cup in random but enchanting spirals, I think of the joke I have with my mother. According to her, absolutely ANYTHING can be solved with a nice cup of tea.

Feeling downtrodden? Have some tea!
Broke your leg? Have some tea!
Someone decapitated you? Have some tea! [I swear she'd figure out a way]

The steam feel nice on my hands, which are dry and cracked from scrubbing the heck out of my kitchen floor with soft scrub. I'm not a clean freak, but I do like to do chores where there is an actual physical difference afterwards... vacuuming, although it removes the dog hair from the carpet, fails to make the carpet look better, as the dog is the same color as it. Washing off grubby footprints, however, is nice - visual proof of work. Does this make me very OCD, or is there anyone with my on this?

Unfortunately, I had a pretty horrible night last night. A night where I consistently ignored the reasonable side of my brain. One of my best friends convinced me, against my better judgment [including an approaching migraine], to join her at a party at her uni last minute. It was the last time I'd get to see her before Christmas, and, as I said, she's one of my besties... yet...
To say I don't trust her is both completely truthful, and an utter falsehood. I trust her intentions. However, she has a habit of not thinking things through. Long story short, she decided last night was the perfect night to get together with a guy she had her sights on for some time... I would have no problem with this, apart from the fact that I was left rather stranded. Although she finally realized and came back to find me, I had to have my lovely sister pick me up [she's an angel!]. Then I had to have my parents pick me up from my sis' in the morning, and drive figure out a way to get all my stuff and car back [including very time important meds... oops].

But now I sit here, cradling my cup of soothing tea, my panic and hurt seem less important than they did last night. It honestly wasn't surprising that it turned out that way. It just reminds me of a of couple things... you can't always rely on others to be reliable; my family is always there for me, even when I've been stupid; and lastly, that a nice cup of tea really does help. It may not solve everything, but it gives [at least to any Brit] the ability to take a calming break and revitalizes us so we can face problems that previously seemed overwhelming. "Aww!"


"HANG ON..." you say. "But Friday Finds? Wha?"

Well calm down, my dears. I just had to get that off my chest. Here's the real treasure: An old and crumbly Michelin Guide to Great Britain, give to me by a different bestie.
[Notice how I tied in friends and the UK into this! Clever, no?]
Probably the best part is the little notes written all over the pages... I haven't managed to work out the scrawl yet, and they don't photograph well, but I'm working on it. You can imagine someone planning out a entire UK holiday using this book many many years ago.

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Hump Day Cuteness!

Another edition of cute youtube things to brighten your day!

1. Another animal that enjoys a good scratch:

2. When breeder ignore natural selection

Happy Hump Day!
Hope this helped to bring some smilies to your faces!

Monday, September 7, 2009

Monday Messages

I almost forgot, it's Monday, huh? There is far too much going on in my brain right now, unfortunately... getting ready to go back to the UK and uni, meeting my sister's new bf (in approx. 10 minutes. ick, but more on that another time), researching stuff for the person I work for (personal assistant kinda stuff)... etc. But no way I'm going to let this week slip by without sending out my thanks for all the blogging love I get from you guys!
I'm trying something different this week... I'll be less specific, unless someone has asked me a question. Read on, and then let me know, dear readers, which, if either, version you lot prefer?

Hump Day Cuteness:
Glad I could make you three gals smile! That's what I'm here for.
Laterg8r - sorry I made the baby cry! [but I'm like your 2 yr old: "again! again!"]

So I Got a Little Bit Distracted by This Week's "Friday Finds"
Maggi and Kid Twist - Good luck to both of you with your respective learning urges!

Sunday, September 6, 2009

So I Got a Little Bit Distracted by This Week's "Friday Finds"

Looking on our bookshelves, I found this booklet on crocheting that belonged to my mother in the 1960's ('67). How cool is it? It even has directions "included for left-handed workers".

The wording is a tad bit confusing, but I had to try my hand at it. I know how to knit, but have never learned to crochet. Well, here's my chance!

I have, for many years, moaned about how many things that I don't know how to do, having never learned as a small child. Piano, for one, as well as oil painting, how to crochet, how to ride a bike... etc. [Yes, I can't ride a bike. I grew up on a very steep hill, so it wasn't very practical]. But I think this is silly. Whether 9 or 99, we can always learn new skills right?

So this summer I've decided to try to learn how to do things that I want to. I'm taking dance, learning to sing. I took a self-defense class, because I believe we, as women, should never be at a disadvantage because of our sex. And now I'm teaching myself, thanks to this lovely find, how to crochet. The results so far have been interesting [read: odd shaped lumps], but I'm kinda excited by this.

Have you lovely readers learned/taught yourselves anything new recently? Why not devote this extra day off (at least in the US) to trying something you've wanted to do for a while?

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Hump Day Cuteness!

Congrats! You're halfway through the week! Here's some adorable goodness to keep you going:

I suggest watching it several times, because each time is more hilarious. Apparently, some bunnies actually do this.

Monday, August 31, 2009

Monday Messages

Like I've said before, my OCD tendencies and I like lists and schedules. I will admit this is pretty strange, as I tend to be pretty artsy/right brained/lazy/late to everything [good to note: if you ever invite me anywhere, tell me it's happening 15 minutes before it actually starts. We might arrive around the same time that way. It's one of my greatest flaws]. Anyway, I've decided that Mondays [when I remember]shall be "Message Monday". Personally, I find it hard to keep up with the comments I post on others' blogs... I have to remember to keep coming back to that post to see if the blogger replied. So, starting this week, I'm going to try something new. What does this mean? It means, that, instead of replying to your lovely comments on each post, I will devote a weekly post solely to replying to you darlin' guys and dolls.
Here goes:

"Oopsy! I've been lazy with updating"
-Italo: Thank you! Though I put the words on it, I shamelessly nicked the pic from somewhere online.
-Maggi: I do feel a lot better! Thanks!
-Laterg8r: Hope you see the movie, but just warning you that tissues are a must.
"Miniature Worlds in Glass Jars"
-Laterg8r: Thanks for the art appreciation!
-Maggi: I've been thinking a group for Etsy Addicts needs to be created... Etsy-olics Anon, perhaps?
"Friday Finds"
-Laterg8r: don't you wish things cost that little nowadays?
-Maggi: This is the only vintage mag I own! You make me jealous! ;)
"Just Popping By To Let You Know..."
-Laterg8r: TFS? I think I'm just being a bit slow [v. possible], but I'm not getting this one. :P

So is Monday Messages a good idea, or just too much wasted space? Tell me truthfully, my superior blogging lovelies.

Ring of Fire

As the hills around Los Angeles burn, I have been unable to get the song "Ring of Fire" out of my head. I like both the Blondie and the Johnny Cash one... what about you dolls?


Sorry, this is a rather weird version of the Blondie one... I could only find it live on youtube.

Sunday, August 30, 2009

Just Popping By To Let You Know...

... That Andi B. Goode is having a giveaway!!

As I'm sure you all love giveaways as much as I do, you should head over to her lovely blog. Make sure to look around as well as commenting, as it's an absolutely darling blog!

Congrats on 100 followers Andi!

Saturday, August 29, 2009

Friday Finds*

*Ok... so it's seven minutes into Saturday here, but, as per usual, I think I operate on Hawaii time....

With two major fires filling the air with smoke and ash, and august bringing in Los Angeles' hottest weather, I've decided to instigate a schedule of sorts to get my mind off this sticky and sickly heat, starting with "Friday Finds". In the beginning, this will be composed mainly of pictures of the pages of a 1950's Look magazine that I own, but I figure, once I run out of that, or if occasion arises, I will highlight some other precious vintage things I have collected over the years. How does that sound, darling readers? (of which there are now 20! yay! I love you all!)

Front Page of Look, July 17, 1951
The picture's title is: "MGM's Dancing Daughters"

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Miniature Worlds in Glass Jars

Unfortunately, I have become hopelessly addicted to Etsy! I blame my sister completely, as she was the first one to bring it to my attention. What a horrible sister, turning me onto this place of endless lists of beautiful things! How could she?
As, sadly, my wallet will not support my buying everything on my favorites list, I have started looking at Etsy for artistic ideas. Obviously there are things I can't make at home, but there are some things I see, and think, "hey, I could do that! I think..."

These are some pictures of the results of my feeling particularly "artsy" this weekend. Some of them have had to be fiddled with quite a lot, as taking pictures of glass at night with a flash tends to end badly:

"Gold Leaf": Moss; Rose branches; Rose leaf covered in gold leaf; Bird's nest made out of wire; Dandelion seeds; Gold coin earrings [great for decorating when one of the pair is lost]
Also on display: Vintage green purse [part of a train luggage set]; A vintage Benzine bottle (from Etsy); A DNA base pair model [I know, I'm a dork]

"Rabbit Wonderland": Moss; Purl flower earring studs; Dead branches; Miniature clay rabbit [unfortunately missing an ear... oh the joys of being a child's toy]
I've put tea candles in shells, and there's a jar of sage in the back.