christmas.

my family + new clothes + restaurant and bar shut down = the annual christmas fashion show, now with fancy lighting effects.

otherwise, i've been eating too much food (big family in the restaurant business), watching too much queer as folk (as recommended by a friend, and we know how i get once i start watching a tv show), and not doing enough of what i should be doing (sewing vests for the musical, taking photographs).

some things i now own: a tripod, new boots, a vintage persian lamb coat, some clothes that are a combination of pink, soft, and ruffly, and some silky pyjamas.

home.

sussex is seeing my family and keeping with holiday traditions. it's seeing the very few friends that don't live in sackville. it's going to bars that play country where the girls wear skanky tops that show of their bad tattoos and the boys wear baseball caps with in-no-way-ironic plaid shirts. it's getting hugs from people you barely knew, either because they want to hug as many people as possible or they don't want to hug everyone but you. it's being either too drunk or not drunk enough. it's going from a small town to a less small but less "cultured" one. it's getting bitten my my cat and drinking lots of juice. it's feeling nostalgic for high school, then remembering i really didn't like it that much.

some things.

i finished knitting something that i like and that's wearable.

i need to study for philosophy.

after reading a bunch about 19th century french art for my exam, i have taken a liking to les mis.

i want to make a book of sketches of great clothes and send it to the haus of gaga to see if they steal any of it without giving me credit. that would make my life.

i'm ready for a break.

i am a horrible person.

i have an art history take-home due in less than 24 hours, most of which i should use to sleep or attend a garnet & gold production meeting, and i have all of two sentences written down. my "oh, i have loads of time" perception of life is constantly increasing, and my motivation to do things decreasing.

so here's some procrastination: posting a photo that was printed through procrastination and taken during a photoshoot that came out of a good entire night and next morning of procrastination.

the scan is not great, and i no longer have photoshop to fix it with. then again, the print isn't that fantastic. it shows off my excellent and well-practiced (read: not) dodging skills. the alternate versions showcasing my burning skills were even greater.

anyway, over christmas break i hope to have a few photoshoots to this effect. but with real lighting and stuff. sequins and fur and skin and eyeliner. if i can get more boys in makeup, i will be satisfied.

this is what i do when i break things.

a few months ago, i was innnocently walking home from a night out, when my the left arm of my glasses suddenly snapped off. i was not too surprised, as the glasses were purchased online for a mere ten dollars, but it was still disappointing because i really did like those glasses. i taped the arm back on and wore them around for a few more weeks.

then, during a photo class trip to joggins, nova scotia, there was an incident. i leaned over a railing to get a picture of this miniature waterfall, and my glasses fell off my face. into the stream of water falling from the cliffs. so i went down and searched. i found the glasses, but that pesky left arm was nowhere to be found. i continued to wear the glasses for a few more weeks, floating on my face crookedly with nothing on the left side to keep them in place.

then, i had an idea. i made my way to the sculpture studio and fashioned a new arm out of wood.
some failed experiments with epoxy, and some tape and a pin and gold thread later, they were fixed.

i want to start a creative mending service.