And I am made of awesome. BUT we all are.
I, on the other hand, also got a healthy serving of mood swings. That is my only explanation for getting THIS haircut.
It makes my head look big, doesn’t it? Or perhaps it’s just the angle of the camera?
Well, we’d better cover it up.
More on the hood soon. Work, it seems, has turned into a big flashing red light that refuses to be ignored.
Keep accessories to a minimum.
Stay hydrated.
Protect your face.
Protect your eyes.
Put spring in your step and magic in your pockets.
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Yesterday was a great day for making a Where the Wild Things Are Max costume. Now before you throw your calendars at me, I know it’s still March and Halloween is still months and months away. I’m not as crazy as you think. You may, however, think of the person who commissioned me to do this a little bit too excited.
He first contacted me about this early last month.
He initially asked if I could make the body suit as well but I told him that I can only come up with the headpiece. He’s a full-grown man so making the whole costume was out of the question. He was fine with the idea.
He wanted gray or brown because he liked the dirty version of the costume.
He stressed that the hood should survive adventures of the hydraulic kind. His exact words: something that will be fine to get wet, you know like if i have some weird urge to swim with it.
So yes, he is excited. And perhaps just a tad strange. But I like strange so here we are, trying to finish a Halloween costume in (almost) the middle of March.
i reckon this is what having a dog looks like
Update: When we made stuffed toys for sewing class in high school, I don’t recall fur to be this annoying. It gets EVERYWHERE! My nose is stuffed with faux fur.
And so the lament of a tiny girl lost in the wonderful world of thrifting continues. Part 1 is HERE. Do not worry, however, because this particular story has a happy ending.
So there I was, checking the photos taken from the weekend lunch with the boyfriend’s family and feeling down about being the same size as Lyka. The thing is, people almost always notice that I am about an inch shorter than her and that her feet are bigger than mine. This is because Lyka and I get along so well and often spend time huddled over her drawings and dolls and crafty projects. Yep, she’s crafty and yep, I will write a post about her in the near future.
Seeing that there is nothing I can do with the whole “being tiny” matter, I turned to one thing that never fails to cheer me up: visiting the virtual homes of my blog friends. That’s when I saw Psyche’s outfit post.
“If she can find a cool pair of thrifted jeans in this city, so can I!” I said to myself. Wearing a shirt that I pinched from the boyfriend and with an Envirosax bag inside my black leather sling bag, I set out to the vintage store in the center of the city.
After 30 minutes of roaming around and humming “At the thrift shop” to the tune of “In the Navy,” I found the spot where they hang jeans of trendy styles. And that’s when I found THEM.
Perfect waist size, perfect color, buttons intact, stretchy fabric, not faded, skinny, and most importantly, ON SALE.
I should like to insert at this juncture that gladiator sandals and a shopping adventure where you will do lots of fitting do not a happy shopper make. Thankfully, this particular thrift store has tape measure taped to the side of every cash register counter. Checking the dimensions of the jeans perfectly made up for my haphazard fitting.
And it seems that the Right Size Gods were smiling down on me that day because I found a jumper. In EXTRA SMALL hurray!
So…. Moral lessons:
1. Never give up.
2. Even though the act of thrift shopping is already good for the environment, you will gain more karma points by bringing your own reusable bag. Karma points allow you to find the items you’re looking for.
3. Humming at the thrift store is a double-edged sword. People will avoid you because they’ll think you’re weird. But then, because they’ll avoid you, you’ll have less competition in finding that perfect thrifted item.
Working from home is still the best decision I’ve made since saying yes to that first coffee date with the boyfriend. But working from home and not seeing anyone for days at a time is not healthy for my reclusive nature. In fact, when I told my Mother about a year ago that I have started working from home, her major concern was my lack of visible workmates. This was reminiscent of her concern years ago, while I was still in college, of my lack of social life.
However, like I said, I can live without seeing any other soul for long stretches of time. But this does not mean that I don’t miss being with workmates. In fact, I have dearly missed the dinners or lunches I used to have with my former bosses and fellow team leaders. Our bosses were Koreans so they pretty much chose to eat mostly at restaurants that serve Filipino food. We, of course, did not object.
Some photos of the restaurant where I lunched with the boyfriend’s family the other day reminded me of the great times I had with people who gave me Yam as a nickname. If you guys are reading this (I know some of you do), HELLO and HELLO.
The boyfriend once asked me to measure something for him while I was in front of the computer. He probably expected me to get up and walk 5 meters to my sewing area to get my tape measure but I didn’t have to. I took out the tape measure under my desk (to his surprise) and gave it to him.
What do I need a tape measure in my desk for? Online shopping, of course. I do not appreciate sellers who only state that a certain item fits small or medium or large. In fact, the ones who say that a certain item can fit small to large are just downright annoying. I need actual measurements. And when I do find listings with actual numbers, I sometimes feel the need to measure some body parts to see if the merchandise will fit. Hence, the tape measure near the laptop.
Why am I very strict about this? Because I am tiny and shopping is not always a happy occasion.
How tiny? Please turn your attention to the following photos:
These were taken yesterday, during lunch with the boyfriend’s family. The girl beside me is the boyfriend’s niece, Lyka.
So basically, I have an adult lady’s uh…curves, minus the normal height.
Now being only 5 feet is not exactly that big of a deal in my country. I know ladies who are shorter (and lighter) than me. However, being tiny is not always a good thing for someone who loves to thrift shop. You have no idea how many times I’ve walked away from the perfect dress/blouse/skirt/pants because they were too big and altering them is beyond my powers. In fact, I have long accepted the fact that finding thrifted skinny jeans that will fit me is an impossible thing. For one, it seems that all jeans sold in thrift shops here are of the high-waist/flared or straight bottom variety. And if I do find pairs with trendy styles, their waist typically measures 28 or beyond.
*sigh*
TO BE CONTINUED
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Now to offset the woes, I want to greet a Happy Birthday weekend to some of my friends and one little cousin. Hope you had a good one, Juliet and Chi-Chi. And here’s to a fun and ever-stylish 20’s to my cousin, Rein Joice.
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