About A Girl

This is a story about a mean girl, and not your typical one in movies. This is about a special type of girl, you don’t recognize  it at first. This is because they play the victim. They use tears as a weapon. You are no flower. Remember the boy who cried wolf, its starting to get old. They throw around the word bully all the time, not realizing that is what they really are. They call themselves social outcasts as a defensive mechanism, or because they push everyone away from a lack of communication and funny behavior.They are delusional and absolutely can not see outside their own head. They are more worried about getting people on their side and gossiping then communicating directly to the person themselves.  The kind of girl who hurts those closest to them because it’s easier. This girl writes many letters because she cannot handle hearing a response. I mean come on, whats not to love about writing a bunch of words with no response, even lies, we are dealing with a crazy here. In fact I think the lack of communication aids them in their love for drama. These people pull out all the stops with no regard to how stupid they look. This girl loves to fight other people battles, anything for a new common enemy. Also watch out for crazy possessive behavior, they love to be in control. You must move on because they never will. Be careful, because of this move,they will never let go nor stop wishing you harm. So look for the signs and be careful who you give your trust to. Remember notes on a Scandal. Eek.

Your mother never warned you about this girl because even she cant spot her right away. But look for the signs. When they tell you their sad story, and they always have one, look into it before engaging a relationship with them. I have encountered now two of these girls in my life time, and I say girl because they are yet undeserving of the title woman. Woman don’t have time for petty games. If somebody would rather write you, and you never get anywhere from direct confrontation, run for the hills. And If you have wasted time on somebody like this, don’t feel bad, just be happy they are no longer draining your positive energy. You can’t change people, they have to want it.

I am writing this to help, share a common story, and lesson learned in life. I have been through it all in life and wish to share my experiences with those who can relate. If I can brighten one persons day It brings me so much joy. I will continue to spread positivety, love, and peace of mind, on a daily basis. Along with fun outfits that hopefully inspire you to dress however you please. I vow to never bully, abuse or hurt others, and PROMISE to expose, and stand up to those who do.

Everybody wants to go to Japan

  Everybody just hold hands.

Today I went to visit my friend in the ICU so I wanted to wear something bright, cheerful, girly,elegant, and glamorous. It worked, he said his first words today in weeks, he said you look so beautiful, and I love you. Today was the first day I felt like dancing.I did just that to Cocorosie’s Japan in the sunshine, snacking on fruit, and iced teas. I even started a canvas today. The hospital was filled with beautiful drag queens, and other creative people celebrating Phil, and totally jealous he wanted more of me. Boy Mike even got him to say Bitch. All that fabulous energy went right into my painting.

…..Call waiting

 Remember land lines, and how much not having call waiting sucked. Or even worse the busy signal. You get mad at your friends for not having call waiting. I never had it, maybe once, man missed calls caused a lot of family fights and broken phones. Cord phones were so dramatic to break, the cord would spring back at you, and it could take a hell of a beating. Satisfying to smash, definitely glad I got to experience that. I hated trying to go far away but the cord just wouldn’t let you. I would wrap it around my fingers for hours, while I chewed gum and talked nonsense. When caller Id came out, my mom was all over that, great aid in flakes, and paranoia sufferers alike.

I loved answering machines, some people had some classic messages, like Georges in Seinfeld. All the girls had No Doubt’s spiderwebs on theirs at some point or another. Answering machines make classic scenes in movies and Television, that awkward moment a message plays, scrambling to erase, or a sneaky delete of important information. Important life changing messages would get deleted! Easier to get caught cheating, even worse in the act….beep. I had to work really  hard to get out of ditching school, once a message gets left, that’s it. I find phones so nostalgic. The good old days of Pagers and dirty payphones a distant memory. You could even get calls back on some of them. Remember Phone books. Cell phones kinda changed things. Dude, I even remember getting calls in coffee shops I hung out in. Good times.

On my days off I live for laying around in my stuffed animal filled bed, playing dress up, drinking tea, sewing, painting, reading,dancing, and talking on the phone. I like to enjoy myself. It is what I do and I love it, I am an artist after all! plus being dolled up ads extra good energy into my work. *69

Leave a message and I’ll call you back…..I’m out in a wife beater buying plaid bondage pants, bindis, suspenders, and jewels for my bra straps. It’s all your fault, I screen my phone calls.

Pineapple Hello Kitty Summer Cocktail

 

 I am obsessed with pineapples, and am always coming up with new recipes around this tropical gem. I hand painted the glasses:) This is a super easy cocktail,very refreshing and sweet, perfect for a hot summer night. They are a cross between a mojito, and a pineapple bellini. Meow.

1. 1 fresh pineapple, sliced, and cored, cut some pieces for a garnish. 
2. 2 or 3 limes juiced
3. brown sugar to taste, a few scoops is good because pineapple is sweet
4. Dole pineapple juice in the can, or fresh juice.
5. handful of fresh mint leaves
6. a tray of ice cubes or 3 big scoops
7. a sparkling peach french wine, or any champagne of your choosing, or budget.

Just blend all but the champagne, then serve them up like mimosas, filling your pineapple mixture halfway up the glass then top with the champagne. Garnish with a pineapple stem, pineapple wedge, and cherry. Cute

I never promised you a rose garden

 I am obsessed with this vintage sunflower dress I scored at work. Yay thrifting! The dress is so effortless and glamorous with a 90s throwback. I just threw on some rose gold heels, my vintage gold, and  pearl chanel collar, and my handmade thrash metal clutch.  The fit on vintage dresses are so much better, and so is the materiel, well sometimes. If you don’t have a glamorous dress you can just throw on and go, get one now. In my bag, aka weird stuff I carry around to make me happy. I hand pained the overkill logo on a vintage gold clutch, love that band. Whatever bag or purse I carry I load them up with purse charms, I don’t know why but I just love them, makes me happy i suppose. I collect them. This little ballerina bear has been with me for a while. The pez dispenser Melody I got from my aunt, and the ice cream heart is from child hood. A friend of mine gave me this rad girls swiss army knife, too cool. Its hot pink, a compact, and has a wine opener,to me that’s really important and handy. Strawberry fields tic tacs are so good dude, and they are cute shades of rosy pinks. Obsessed. A good munchies craving helper as well.  Then I got this cute floral infused scented lip gloss at Urban Outfitters, along with floral nail art decals. I always carry an appropriate liquor shot  for the right moment. I am also obsessed with collecting vintage brooches. I love the gold phantom of the opera and carousel lion one to the right, my new babies. Anyways, life is fun. xoxo This thing rules, and being a virgo I love being prepared. It has a mirror, scissors, nail file, WINE OPENER, perfume vile, safety pin, needle and thread, and a knife. I love how girly this is.

Not your average mom

I taught my 3rd grade class how to do the time warp, only because my mom bonded with me over The Rocky Horror Picture Show early way too early in life.  My mom shaped me into the person I am today. I hate to admit it but it’s funny how the things you once made fun of your mom for, you end up doing yourself.  I hated my mom singing Carol King, Zeppelin, or Bowie, drunk and stoned in the middle of the night, but then find my self enjoying the same pleasures a record, weed, and wine can bring you. I don’t know why I was embarrassed of her,trying to play cool in front of my friends, when all along she was Rad. She was funny as hell with randomness and fun around every corner. A total free spirit weirdo,a  and a life indulger who talked to everybody. She was a cook on a fishing boat and always wore the same outfit. A wife beater, dirty cut off shorts, and fishing boots covered in fish guts. She drove an El Camino with no gas gauge,  blaring misfits with a six pack of beer and straws. Me and my brothers always thought my mom was a mix between Linda Hamilton in terminator, and Janis Joplin. Shes good crazy, and a hell of a single mother for having 3 kids, broke as joke, and working through her own demons. We were poor but I was spoiled, I got everything I wanted and more, never short a stuffed animal or a Disney film. She made me play school, read, even bring her apples. She supplied me with a box of art supplies, and another for all my dress up needs. I had so many accessories.  She put me through ballet, tap, jazz, martial arts, vocal lessons,and theater. She took me to the zoo every day to talk to each and every animal. She took me on auditions and supported my art 100%. She made me the best clothes and always let me design them. Her Ideas were ahead of her time and was loved dearly by theater geeks, dancers, drag queens, and strippers alike. Ill get to that. My mom also turned me on to John Waters  and Lynch films. She taught me how to cook and we decorated so many cookies together. She was also a good lunch packer.

My mom is the best seamstress ever with an obsession for costumes. I won so many Halloween Contests. One year I was Wednesday Addams and she made my dress, and a matching doll, exact to the movie. She worked day and night on my Cleopatra Costume, braided my wig, made the dress,  beaded my dress plate, made gold snake shoes, and had my makeup done.She sewed for the SD Opera, and the JR Theater.  I remember the first time going through the isles of the jr. theater costume warehouse, it was huge, amazing and filled with every costume from every production ever. It had it all, and I got to play dress up in it every day after dance class. A little girls dream. I was so proud to call her mom.She had the best ideas too. One of my favorite memories was helping her design sparkly stripper costumes that came in a little matching drawstring bags. They were genius, fun and the girls loved her,they bought them up like crazy. She also loved making reversible clothing. My favorite of all was picking out fabrics to make scrunchies, and headbands to sell or give away to the girls at my elementary school. I loved cow print, 90s!

It wasn’t all good, and I held a lot of hate for being poor. Me and my mom have had our differences, and out of respect for her name I would never discuss the bad publicly. I was a wild rebellious teenager and fought my mom like crazy.  A Lolita, a dirty punk, or a pin up girl driving in cars with boys is what I put my mom through. She let me be myself, and have way too much freedom, so I got really angry when she forced me in. Now I realize she was protecting me and probably saved my life a few times. She was cool. After endless begging she took me to get my nipples pierced, at 16, at a dingy piercing shop, so 90s. The best part is that my mom and I made best friends with the piercer, who also works as a Queen at Lips. My mom made me a drag hag. I was doing my neighbors makeup for the Liza Manelli Act from Cabernet at 14. Again thanks mom for all the film suggestions and wit that makes for good conversation and networking. Not to go off on a tangent, but the point is I am beyond grateful for the discipline, protection, and motherly love. Everybody has their bad sides and struggles but the good is what I like to remember.

Whether the  live in hotel rooms, the trailer parks, beach motels, with room mates, or actual cool houses that we lived in, it was good times spent with her and my brothers. Never ever a dull moment. Mom, I owe my passion for film, dance,fashion, music, talking with strangers, and enjoying my life to you. Like you, my biggest joy in life is making people happy. I will never forget the guidelines to being a perfect girl you provided me with. Thank you for teaching me manners,etiquette, posture, and making me balance books on my head as I walked. It was fun, and because of you I never stopped dreaming or working hard.

All you need is Love

I have always been a lover and always enjoyed sharing, giving, and quality times with friends. I am a true believer in catching more flies with honey then vinegar. I wear my heart on my sleeve and smile always. I am an advocate against bullies and mean girls. This does not make me weak, in fact I feel stronger with my pure intentions, and clean conscience.  I enjoy going to bed happy and worry free knowing I have not hurt another. A smile or kind gesture can make or break another persons day, save a life, and even inspire some. But love is even more complex and sincere than that, it must be genuine, and you have to start with yourself before loving others. 

Love: Love is complex, love is blind, and can be scary. Friends, family, and lovers, you don’t choose who you love, it finds you when your heart is open and willing. Love has nothing to do with control,possession, or jealousy, you must love a person for who they are and help them flourish. Love can not be false, just a pure emotion that gives strength and courage to the souls involved. When you are in love you know. When you truly love a person you will give the world to them and be there for the hardest of times as well as the best.

A story of love: Love is not always pretty and always comes with pain and heartbreak. My best friend, part of my family, and the sweetest guy I know, Phil, had a heart attack at the young age of 50, and just woke from his coma today. There was little hope and risk of brain damage if he came out of it at all. I felt like a piece of me died and that is when I realized how strong a heart can be. I prayed, never gave up hope, gathered friends, and visited him everyday the hospital. I kissed, hugged, touched, and utilized healing stones, I even sprinkled him with fairy dust. Love saves, and my heart is mending back to whole again. This is not only a miracle, but an example of how strong love can exist. Phil is the one in the Indian costume. He is my biggest fan, burns me rare films, helps me sew, always giving me gifts, and most of all love. 

A lesson in Love: A loving heart is the begging of all knowledge. I grew up in the streets a drunk punk, metal head, fighting and using music as a tool to get out my aggression and rage out. I used to gossip to look cool and because I am really quick and witty and it made people laugh. People who like you because of that are not good friends to have around. I never meant real harm but I realized it did. Negativity and bad words cause more pain than physical violence. Loose Lips sink ships. Being a Virgo I can be critical, analytical, and judgmental. I can easily slip mean stuff out in rants of  frustration, or over thinking situations……Paranoia. Instead I use my powerful words to heal, mediate, inspire, and spread the message of love. I have learned that understanding the situation at hand, as well as everybody’s views and differences, and being open minded can solve most problems. Communication eliminates it all together. Fighting only stresses you out, damages your immune system, as well as your mental health, and ages you. No thank you, I enjoy glowing and radiating love. So next time your tea kettle is boiling over, think out flipping it around, put yourself in the others shoes, and see what happens. Make peace not war. Please pass love on and watch it spread like a wildfire, plus life will reward you so much you will keep the flame alive. Here are some fun ways to express love.

• Write hand written notes to loved ones telling them how much they mean to you
• Draw pictures for friends or family
• Send a gift or surprise to your best friend or someone in need
• Give out hand made cookies, cakes, or lollipops with inspiring quotes about love
• Make floral headbands and give them away, give away real flowers
• Compliment people and smile at someone who needs it
• Listen and give advice instead of running your mouth
• Give away something you love to somebody who loves it more
• Never let people get away with hurting yourself or others without a good talking too

“I have decided to stick with love, Hate is too great a burden to bear.” Martin Luther King Jr.