I've felt a little guilty

lately because I bought a case of water like a month ago 60% off. I know I shouldn't be buying bottled water, but I got the mega eco bottles and it was meant to encourage me to drink more water BECAUSE I REALLY LIKE THAT PLASTIC TASTE. Tap water, brita, rain... you just don't got it.

Sushi counts

I've been thinking about trying a semi-raw diet for a month this summer. And maybe another month I'd do a local diet. I just am nervous about how my metabolism and things would react after coming off the semi-raw diet.

So yeah, by semi-raw I mean most things uncooked, like vegetables... but I wouldn't be vegan. So basically I would also eat cheese and fish, which might require being smoked or broiled. Sue me. Finally, I also will permit cooked rice and the occasional steaming of vegetables.

But this is of course all hypothetical. I don't know yet if I'm going to do it. I just want to.

Kristen Wiig

I am exactly the lead character in Bridesmaids right now. And I've been progressing towards that bottom point. And I feel I'm about to hit it and it's so scary. And really I just want to bake pretty cupcakes and have a cake shop.

I know that in the way I handle situations I am my problem, but I hope people also recognize that I am my solution, and give me that chance. I hope people respond positively and optimistically and supportively when I hit bottom, instead of suggesting that mistakes are valueless and I'll never recover.

I cried at such a dumb point in that movie, just because I envied the support she had when everything went to shit.

Just a thought on high fashion.

I was reading a blog comment about recently eliminated America's Next Top Model contestant Kasia Pilewicz, a full figure model. They commenter said "There's a certain height and shape requirement for high fashion, and it is not meant to be shown in full figure."

WHAT? HOW IS THE WORLD OKAY WITH THESE PERSPECTIVES? "We're sorry, but fashion is meant for those that are not a full figure. Must be half a figure or less to be high fashion."

The New Tea Time Attire

It takes spring time for me to be motivated and joyous again. I have been working on my future, and while I desperately cling to my not-so-secret ambition for a bakery of elaborate dessert goods, Egyptology phd applications are in the works. Life sure is tough when you're in a toss up between being Indiana Jones and a cupcake connoisseur.

But I digress... in the mean time, to brighten my spirits, my blog will be revived featuring my deliciously adorable culinary endeavors, photography, artwork, and seamstress-ing. Today launches my spring collection, but until there is work to show, I'll sneak preview with some low-quality samples.

Ghosts

I miss my ghost. Just thought you should know.
But on that topic, I've been confronting lots of unwanted ghosts lately. I've realized there are only two ways for me to ever find peace in a situation where I was wronged in love: 1. Have it made right, 2. Come to understand and love the women who really were not to blame.
I am trying.
Live and let live.

RACE TO THE POLYGLOT

Commence the Politzer/Elliott Race to the Polyglot. (I think I might have already lost.)

In better news, today I'm having a picnic, all homemade. :) There are spring rolls with peanut sauce, there's hummus, and there will soon be chicken barbecue. :)
In sadder news, it's raining. :(

I must confess to loving Lady Gaga's "Alejandro." It reminds me of the Ace of Base song "Don't Turn Around," and I can smell a lawsuit coming over that one. The video is a little crazy here, extremely suggestive, and very sexual. The haircut is unflattering, but she generally looks pretty normal? The men are nice to look at, too. Le sigh. Alejandro...



Puppy and I are packing because our life has taken another exciting twist. On Sunday we will be boarding a plane for Athens, with a layover in Zurich. We will live on the exotic Greek Isle of Crete for the summer, and it will be fabulous, with good company, good food, and good weather. :) I've been designing dresses for two weeks and tomorrow, they become reality.


Tomorrow, that dress will be mine :)