9 to 5 is awesome. HOW did I not know this until February 28, 2010?!?
Thank you, PBS, for bringing me such truths on a cold, Sunday night.
HAIRCUT DAY!!!
One of the best things about being back in Michigan in January was spending a night at my Dad's house. It's a pretty good place, filled with antiques and hand tools and weird old paintings and flannel and Hudson Bay blankets and quilts and booze.
It's a real Man's House:
(I was vehemently instructed not to take this picture, as my Dad claims it makes him look like an alcoholic. Pssssh.)
There're also your fair share of precious (& dusty) pictures of me from back when I was a mere babe:
I have a haircut scheduled for this afternoon, and I'm thinking that my new 'do should probably hearken back to the days of Linzo-yore. I've currently got the same bangs+bob cut as I wore from the 6 to 8 grades, with my bottle-cap John Lennon glasses and Beatles t shirts. Perhaps I'll opt for an early-90s, super side-parted bob this time around? Or go extreme and have my stylist cut a toddler-sized bowlcut? The world is really my oyster today. All I know is that I really want to walk out of that salon looking at least 15 years younger.
PS. I have the WORST camera in the history of the world. FYI.
Denim Shirtzzz
I'm super, superduper attracted to these two images:
So very attracted, in fact, that I went right out (to eBay) and got myself a proper Western denim. (!!!!)
The Impeccable Style of Temple Grandin
My pal Jenn recently noted, '[Your new plaid, ruffley shirt] reminds me of something that you might see Temple Grandin (author, livestock handling facility designer, Autism spokesperson, and all around brilliant and insightful lady) wearing. Yours is probably cuter and has less horses on it, though.' And Jenn is SPOT ON.
Dr. Grandin was on NPR this afternoon, as oft she is, and, like always, she was fucking sweet. Excuse my language. Among other things, she's a PhD in Animal Science and has worked for years, on behalf of animal welfare, to make slaughterhouses and the process of slaughtering livestock a whole heck a lot more humane. A vegetarian, the chief reason I don't eat animals is the heinous, heinous meat industry in the United States. I've known enough folks who have been abused by the meatpacking plants in Chicago that I want nothing to do with industrialized animal products. While Temple Grandin comes from a very different place than I, I admire so much of what she's done for animals and for her field.
AND, I admire the shit out of her wardrobe.
Wikipedia says, 'She has to wear comfortable clothes to counteract her sensory integration dysfunction' as a justification for her baggy-black-jeans-slash-Western-horse-shirt combos. As it were, I think she just has a KILLER sense of style. Her shirting choices are just COMPLETELY INSANE. IN. SANE. (As are these pictures!)
This shot below is my favorite. Sigh. That is the sort of shirt I'd probably wear every, single day forever and ever until it is so dirty that I'd have to throw it out.
This's also a pretty sweet picture from the new HBO documentary. I mean, I think Claire Danes looks pretty good in it. But, seriously, Temple Grandin herself is the epitome of cool.
I may have just blown any stret cred that I had by admitting this, but I don't care. I just love her and her shirts so much.
Addendum: And WHAT are those scarves? HOW did I fail to mention them? Omg.
Shoesies Shoesies Shoesies
I'm home from work early today as it appears that I have a touch of the flu. This is the first time I've gone home sick from school in the history of being a teacher, and it's totally the sucks. I do not like abandoning my folks. HOW ARE THEY GOING TO LEARN THE ENGLISH WITHOUT ME?!? That said, being home during daylight hours has afforded me a chance to take a couple snaps of some new (old) shoesies that arrived in the mail yesterday. Sunlight is a hot commodity these days.
After seeing a pair of RAD-ASS Justin Roper boots on a chick shopping at an American Apparel a few months ago, I decided that I probably needed to get my mitts on some. It took an approx 6-minute eBay search to find the perfect pair of grey shorties in awesome condition. I figure that A: I don't currently own a pair of grey boots, and B: the votes here got me all psyched for grey. I wore them out this morning, and I am SO JAZZED about them. So jazzed.
I also cracked and bought a pair of Repetto ballet flats in navy. Creatures of Comfort had them for cheeeap, so I bit the bullet and got me some. I'm pretty sure that I'll be sleeping in them this spring slash summer slash fall. I love them.
The moral of this story? Get sick. Take pictures of shoes. Cuddle with cats for restored health.
ZOMFG! I NEED THIS BLOUSE!
I moseyed on over to the Permanent Vacation webshop this morning, as is natural at Wednesday-morn-6.35-am, and was KNOCKED ON MY KEESTER by this.
It is perfection, for the following reasons:
A. Stripes. Stripes. Stripes.
B. Boobage detail.
C. Neckline.
D. Sleeve length.
SIGH.
(I have this similiar top, and I gloooove it.)
Happy Joanna Newsom Day!
I assume that everyone intends to race out to their local record shops and procure a copy of the new Joanna Newsom 3LP. No?
Tiny Cat got a mouse!
This is so, so awesome.
As, it appears, is most everything else Mike Garten does. His animal series is SERIOUSLY INSANE.
Call the search parties in!
The most perfect train-conductor-overall-jumper-dress-thingy EVER on the planet has been located. If I can get my grubby little mitts on this, I probably won't take it off for the the entire fall.
Further, WHAT are these little black overalls? SHORTS?!? Omg.
Evan Lysacek is kind of a total fox.
It appears that I have developed a monster crush on Evan Lysacek. That is all.
Happy Birfday, JC!
Today, February 15, is the day of my father's birth. As such, I've decided that a reading-celebration is in order. My dad's article in Popular Woodworking is OUT, and I've got all afternoon to tackle the scintillating world of handmade marking gauges. And I'll tell you what: If you want drama, action, a roller-coaster plot line, and out-of-this-world character development, this article's for you! Available at all major newsstands today!
(I called my Dad earlier, and we had the following conversation:
'Heya, Dad! Happy Birthday!'
'Well, Happy Birthday to you too, Linds.'
'Oop, Dudley just jumped up. I guess he wants to wish you a Happy Birthday, too.'
'Well, thank you. Tell him I appreciate that.')
Loooove youuuu, Daaaaad.
Oh, and also, there's this:
I figured that I probably needed to give the pink-cat-heart-headpiece-doily-hat a try after seeing this.
Dudley wasn't really a fan.
Happy Day of Love!
Admittedly, I've already done quite my fair share of Valentine's Day celebrating this year. On Wednesday, my students insisted on throwing a Love Partay during the last half of class, so we all stuffed ourselves with incongruous foods from various cultures and countries at 10.30 in the morning and listened to Beatles' love songs. (I made them do the latter.) An Ecuadorian student got up extra early to slave away over a hot oven and bake us the above-pictured tres leches cake. Sadly, on the drive to school, he momentarily managed to forget about the cake stashed in the backseat of his car, throw on the brakes extra suddenly at a stop, and we all ended up with a goobery Valentine's Day explosion.
I also had my students read this tale of a brokenhearted elephant in Lyon, France. Whereas I thought it a poignant, tear-jerking tribute to true love and broken hearts, my students found it bleak and miserable. I got quite a few misty eyes, some grumblings in the back row, and even the blatant, 'Teacher, WHY would you make us read this for Valentine's Day?!? Are you crazy? It's too sad for us.' Sorry, dudes! Happy Valentine's Day!
I also received this really good text yesterday from a pal:
'All the cashiers at the whole foods in the south loop are stone foxes that i would bang. I divided my purchase into three smaller ones to maximize contact.'
And with that: Happy Day!
LOVE RULES!
Heart Attack!
Erica Weiner has some darling Valentine's Day baubles up in her Etsy store right now. I can think of few types of finery I like more than that which involves a heart, a bow, (a feline?), or some permutation therein. I have this bracelet in brass, and I fully intend to wear the shit out of it tomorrow...for my SUPER SEXY Valentine's Day brunch with an ex-coworker and ex-GED student. Romance times infinity.
As it were, I am currently in desperate need of some gold, hearted studs. GRAVE need, I tell you. In September, I bought an extremely delightful pair from Kate Szabone. Of course, those lasted in my ears not 2 months. By October, I had managed to rip one out whilst walking to work, never to be found again. I had at least 6 students and their children on search patrol outside of school, but we never found the missing stud.
I'm pretty sure that I'll land these little dollfaces in the next few days, but bows aren't hearts. They just aren't. WHERE ARE ALL OF THE ADORABLE HEART EARRINGS? Am I foolishly unawares of the gold-heart-stud motherload? Please advise.
I am a teacher. This is my classroom.
Since most new folks that I meet are SUPER DUPER CURIOUS about what a community-based ESL classroom in Chicago looks like (not really), I thought I'd get some pictures for posterity.
In two words: Pure Glamour
It has been brought to my attention that I may or may not have a problem with Facebook's 'Like' feature.
If Blogger had a 'Like' feature, I'd probably utilize the shit out of that, too.
Dearest President Obama,
Hi! How are you?!? How have you been lately?!? I am sending you this note in order to make a somewhat minor request. If possible, and if your busy schedule allows it, might you consider hopping into your presidential time machine to deliver the April 2005 University of Michigan commencement address?!? I'd even be willing to offer you an Honorary Doctor of Ramona Degree for your trouble! Thanks, and I'll see you at the Big House!
Your Truly,
Lindsay C.
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