The Moldy Doily

SCORPIO Rising

Last night I dragged my pal Niki out for a wild party in the Penthouse Suite of the Roosevelt Hotel.  The fab birthday invite was for 90210 cast member Jessica who plays Adrianna on the show.  Her 21st party theme was "Lingerie" Moulin Rouge and boasted magicians, can can dancers, tarot reader, photo booth room and real monkeys!  How could I pass all that up?  I went over to Niki's beforehand (costumes galore) and we applied a million layers of eyeshadow and hair spray.  I can't believe she still has all of these weird Doily neckpieces that I made for her in 1999!!  That Doily love goes way way back folks.  Check out her cute new hats she made that we wore!

 

The super sexy Birthday Girl!  

Take note that I did not bring my boyfriend to this party.  Do you think I'm crazy?  That would be like inviting your boyfriend to attend a Victoria's Secret fashion show.  

The monkey was a bit excited about our hats and of course niki's curly hair.  We also witnessed the monkey drink up a spilled cocktail right before this, which may or may not have contributed to his devilish behavior.  

Michael looked amazing in his dandy Moulin Rouge gear- the monkey was the perfect accessory 

Annalynne and her little sister Rachel were covered in peacock feathers and looked straight out of a sexy saloon.

 

Matt and Jeff look like they are straight out of a time machine, circa the 20's




I know I am a total dork when it comes to amazing lighting and dreamy colors but hey...I'm an artist.  I thought all of these pics without flashes looked sort of old timey.  

The view from the roof of the Roosevelt was incredible, Mann's Chinese Theatre far below

 

"Annie" and Annie Hall (Alissa)


 

Gillian looked so amazing in her white dress on the roof with the neon 
 

There are so many scorpio ladies in the 90210 clan.  Shenae, Gillian, Jessica S, Jess L!






 

Rumer and I had on almost matching Flapper ensembles




Hayden P from Heroes was wearing a rad Valley Girl outfit (she had gone to an 80's party earlier) I snapped this cute pic of her grabbing a cupcake for the road, which her pal swiftly snatched away

my pal James "Rockwell" was there to perform with his band the 87 Stick up kids.  here he is below with um...I don't know...

 

Fantastic way to end an evening...giant cupcakes to go.

the next morning I was so happy that I cancelled selling at the ROSE Bowl.  
That would've been a rough wakeup following such a late night.  Instead I woke up to my new visualization wall (tons of pics of happy houses and gorgeous rooms) And of course one of my boyfriend's weird lizard socks

Hesher and Crazy Girl

Halloween has always been my favorite Holiday.  I suppose it has something to do with my birthday falling days before...or the fact that I love the smell of Fall, colorful leaves, pumpkins, ghosts, creepy movies, costumes, makeup- shall I go on?

I spent most of my child hood birthdays attending haunted houses, with groups of screaming  girls being dragged by my father through dark halls of chainsaw wielding madmen.  There is something about dressing up in all the clothes and wigs and accessories (like capes and such)that you can't wear all the time, and going out in public that makes me happy. It's funny how all that weird stuff is a uniform I'd wear everyday.

The best Halloween costumes are the ones you find in the kitchen (notice shark pot holder) and add a hesher heavy metal wig and DONE!  I opted for putting on every single one of my bracelets and applying all of the shades of Urban Decay eye shadow in my arsenal. Add some weird tropical jumper, striped tights and magenta platform boots- and you are WEIRDO freak from another planet

My friend Billie dressed up as a guy, well actually a creepy Chong type deadhead.  She was so good that no one noticed her at Chango Cafe.

 

 

 

we decided to hit up the local grocery store for snacks and steaks.  We bought some candy to play Monopoly with.  Wow, big night of gambling Reeses.  People were a little fearful of us in the aisles

 

 

 

another year, big changes

My sister sent me this card Wednesday...

inside she put this photo of me that she said is her favorite

This year has flown by.  I'm not sure if it's because I am working so many hours that the weeks are all a blur?  Whatever the culprit, this time vacuum has sucked the calendar into a spiral and I'm hoping to land safely on Spring.  Why Spring you may ask?  Well this is what I received on my birthday Wednesday from Mr. H

You can't really top that.  I am already dreaming of sunsets and beaches and the smell of coconut.

When I got to work earlier in the day, the Wardrobe Dept and show producer for 90210 sent me off some shopping missions.  I found out later they were merely stalling me from getting to the office to soon. They had balloons and pinatas and cupcakes galore waiting- AND a singing telegram.  That's right Richard Simmons in the fleshy reeking of baby powder and polyester.  thank god he wasn't a strip-o-gram. Here I am in the producer's office speechless

 

I scored the best gifts, a white hot waterproof TIMEX digital watch, Opening Ceremony turban and chloe Sevigny animal print gloves, Cowboy KATE photo book, FACE PAINT!, gift certificate for Palate (wine and cheese shop), MAd Libs, an art piece from the costume designer on the show and my co-worker Amy made me the most gorgeous shirt ever.  It looks like a lot of love hours were poured into it. 

At night my friends and I went over to the Edandale for drinks and cake.

 

 

TRICK Candles, DOH! took forever to get those suckers blown out at my age!

 

I have to say this has been the longest and fastest year all at once.  I have been living with my best friend/man (who lucky for me is my new partner/collaborator and handyman).  We have embarked on so many new projects and I've finally felt like all the hard work has been worth it!

Did I mention we came home to find this monster taking up the whole bed.  We bought a new bed this week after I read my Feng Sui book (buried in a huge pile of rubble)  And it said that our room set up was bad bad bad.  So we moved it all around til the energy agreed with us- and the cats of course.  The things you find under the bed in these situations is quite frankly creepy.  Pom Poms, checkered mismatched socks, dusty coated magazines.  

The weather here in L.A. has really felt like fall.  Since it truly is my favorite season, I am in heaven.  The winds have seemed especially eerie and their is a slight chill in the evening.  Perfect for carving pumpkins and ruining the Halloween comfort levels for all the ladies in L.A. who are stuck in that "sexy- everything" costume.  Seriously it's a riot, if you drive anyplace in L.A it's like a parade of costumes that have somehow become sex-Y-fied.  How bout a sexy nun? Sexy Scarecrow, sexy banana, you get the picture...  Below is my friend Genovieve who spent the day at Lucas salon getting her hair into a Marie Antoinette feather Bun.  She looked incredible when she left, sexy but in a classy way

 

I spent some time darkening my eyebrows.  Contrary to most the ladies in L.A. I like em bushy and Groucho Marx like.

 

Here is my practice for Halloween- I spent my night trying on the new
Urban Decay makeup shadows that they sent me! So much fun. Wish I could make my face up like this all the time.  I can't believe how cool all of their new colors are. I felt like someone from one of my paintings.  That shimmer sparkle midnight cowboy is my favorite.  I swear these pictures are proof that I need more practice

Did I mention that my second favorite Birthday gift was walking by the 90210 lobby on wednesday...a room of women auditioning for the role of Ivy's Mom (bohemian girl)  I had not anticipated the caliber of incredible actresses that would be lining the halls that afternoon.  And then the best of the best- may be landing the role- here's your HINT

SHE GOT THE PART!! WOOOHOOO

 

it's a nice day for a hot pink wedding

my friend Lorraine and her man Johnny got hitched this past Sunday at Golf & Stuff!  It was one of those crazy fun weddings that everyone has a good time at.  I was honored to make their invitation and place cards.  The crowd was asked to wear pink, or 60's lime green.  Since she herself is a stylist, most of her friends arrived in fantastic ensembles.  The D.J. played 60's and 70's unique versions of songs and the bride's entrance was the Monkees "Sleepy Jean"

After the vows and the huge sushi spread...guests could either dance the night away surrounded by cool theme park putt putt buildings or wander down and play free games of miniature golf.  

Although this pic does not do the "CUPCAKE TOWER" justice...those were by far hands down the best (most buttery sugary delicious) cupcakes  I have ever tasted. They also may have contributed to the shaky hands I had while putting and the dropping of my camera on hole 2.  Guaranteeing that no funny golf moments were documented.  No pics with the gypsy caravan, windmills, waterfalls, and mini mission.

Ok, so this is the place where my lovely LEICA camera hit the ground and broke!  That's right no more camera.  Hole #2 cursed me.  Not only did it take me almost 9 tries to even get the ball into that lil red creepy house...but my camera hit the pavement.  Which then sent me into one of my better OCD speeches.  Like "WHY" did I put it in that teeny tiny pocket in the first place, and how am I gonna blog now?  So if there was ever a moment you wanted to get some of my art and or vintage stuff- please look at my etsy  now and help jump start my camera fund.

On the plus side, true obsessive compulsive style...once the camera was shattered my game improved insanely.  I went from a par 8 to hole in one after hole in one.  It was like my lens focus broke and my brain focus was tripled.  I WON!! I was the winner of the night's game.

Ahhh- if only I could be that good in other sports.  

TAGGED!

I was tagged by Jess at a sunlit day  blog.  

The rules are:

1. Respond and rework. Answer the questions on your blog, replace one question you dislike with a question of your own invention; add a question of your own.
2. Tag eight other un-tagged people.

if I could transform one of my rooms I'd like to pick one from above
What is your current obsession?  hanging out day and night in my apt, & eating cuties
What do you see outside your window? palm trees, houses in the hills and sunny clouds

if you could have any super power what would it be?  To go back in time or read minds
What is your favorite color?  Robin egg blue
Who was the last person you hugged?  mr. H
which animal would you be?  um, well if I wanted the life of luxury I'd pick my own persian cat
What’s for dinner?  lentil salad with asian pears
What was the last thing you bought?  a pair of little bird paintings in joshua tree antique store
What are you listening to right now?  my cat purring in my lap
What is your favourite weather?  I love rain especially when it's warm and windy in the summer
What’s on your beside table? bell jars with plants and flowers
Say something to the person/s who tagged you.  "thanks, made my day to be chosen xo"
If you could have a house totally paid for, fully furnished anywhere in the world, where would you want it to be?  maybe Barcelona or Paris
What is your favorite children's book?  Christina Katarina and the Box
A book you're currently reading?  Spaced Out: psychedelic spaces
What would you like to have in your hands right now? Maybe a purse full of cash

what is your favorite tea flavor?  ginger tea with lemon & honey!
What is your favorite article of clothing: My 1910 mirrored embroidered cape
What would you like to get rid of?  clutter
If you could go anywhere in the world for the next hour, where would you go?  Tuscany
What did you want to become as a child? I used to want to be picasso
What posters/pictures do you have on your bedroom wall?  I have  a Chagall print of a painting, and some big vintage metal enamel flowers

What is your plan for tomorrow?  Big super sidewalk sale for Show Pony, then maybe to go see A Haunting in Connecticut 

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http://sarahstleger.blogspot.com/

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brunch

Last weekend I was invited to brunch at my friends new home!  She and her husband built an incredible modern glass house in the hills over here.  The yard goes on and on with multiple levels of lush greenery.  So many flowering plants and a gorgeous pepper tree.  The space is so relaxing and open.  Her husband is an artist, and designed branch like wood cut outs that adorn the roof top covered in glass.  I have always loved having family style brunch with bowls of fruit, pancakes and vases of fresh flowers.  It made me want to grow up & move someday...perhaps even aspire to garden.

Her darling son Dove helped show me around.  He's created hallway wall art throughout the place.  He also showed me how you can take a bowl and fill it with buckets of water and toss it on the bathroom rug.  After that he made the mistake of taking an heirloom bowl and dropping it on the ground to shatter it.  That didn't go over so well.  

Lucky for his parents I happened to show up for brunch with a bowl as a housewarming gift.  His mom said she would wait til he was 15 before putting it out on the coffee table.  He still has the face of an angel

here's a sideways image of the hallway glass ceiling decorated with her husbands artwork cutouts...

dear sweet valentine

Guess who wants to wish all of you moldy doilies a HAPPY VALENTINE'S Day? That's right lazy Georgie Boy, hopes that you sweethearts have a good one.  He suggests buying yourself a nice box of fancy dark chocolates, cuddling up in a warm blanket  and watching a movie.

I'm going to be attending my friend Nina's first annual HOLIDAY BALL!  That's right-a real ball with ladies and gents in luxurious frocks, dancing in a huge 1906 historical building ballroom.  It should be fun, her inspiration was Marie Antoinette.  I'll be sure to take lots of pictures so you can see all the creative dresses.  I'm excited because I heard the hotel is one of the most haunted- and that one of the ghosts that roams is the lonely soul of a heartbroken girl.  I also heard the man who originally owned the hotel  lost his daughter during the construction and had his daughter's face built onto all the scones.  Wow. spooky- following Friday the 13th and on Valentines day.  

 

Georgie Boy received a new live in pal this Valentine's Day.  It's taken about 4 days for the two to get officially acquainted but the love parade has finally set sail, just in time for Valentine's Day.  They are finally playing and passing in the hall without having a showdown or hissing fit.  The new pal is "Largent", who has definitely decided that he is the alpha male in this buddy combo.  If you have ever seen the movie "step brothers" with Will Ferrell, this experience has been a little like that. 

Largent is probably thinking, "oh great...I gotta share a food bowl with this fat furry beast?"

 

happy birthday sucker

Well, it's that bloody time of year again...miss violette's birthday.  this year she turns 2600 years old.  She called all bloody thirsty pals to her lair for a dance extravaganza.  Remember her last year's vampire ball? Look here 

for a link to that one too.  Anyway- cynthia made some bloody concoction for people's drinks that said "drink me" on the bottle. She later told me that it had some aphrodisiac in it, hmmmmmm.

The cake was from sweet lady jane and had a Henry Darger Vivian girl on top!

(previous annakim cakes have included Salvador Dali, unicorn heads...)

Wishing this glampire another FAB Year ahead!

(most pictures from this shindig by Taylor Brittenham- the first two are by annakim's pal ariana, and any that don't say taylor on them are by MISS LIZZIE! stolen from annakim's facebook page)

these next ones were from my take on the night...

becky stark of lavender diamond and Astrid of Winter Flowers

sandra!

Sonny and Eric

danielle and maximilla

GUY from Entrance in his new psychedelic coat

Bring it on 2009

the NYE party at the old BANK on main st. downtown dropped buckets of counterfeit cash on the crowd at midnight.  Too bad my landlord won't accept this.  We started our evening here watching the band Crystal Antlers play, followed by Ariel Pink and the Haunted Graffiti.  Kutmah was D.J. in between sets.  

Cynthia took one for the team and made out with the bartender so we could have free champagne.  What a pal

aaron and cynthia have a new year hug

anna and colby

the man of the event Brandy flower and his lovely lady

photographer with the photogenic powers

calling mark ruffalo to the dance floor.  I mean his young protege

nothing like a wild girl posse to lure in a young band mate on nye 

crystal antlers gets paid

kime kutmah combo

this t-shirt sums it up best

we headed to Mr. Weaver's place for the next tier of the evening.  Where we retreated to a nice cozy room

this is where taylor and I found some nice quiet nye time

the polyamorous affair

The rainbow love party of three

the two nice guys we met right before the night took a turn for the dark side. Of course they were midwesterners 

This is the point in the evening where we realized that the tires were slashed...this photo is right before the moment where cynthia is screaming that I have a new car that I need to take better care of and not ride on the rims with flats.  I think it may have been the champagne talking.  This is also the first gas station we stopped at. Minutes later we would be abandoning the car on the side of the road, in mini dresses and hopping in a cab.  I think that's when I started crying.  (Still unaware that I didn't have the keys to my apt, which I left in the car)

Hey, like I said before...it can only get better from here on out.

The rest of the details are a tad hazy.  Let's just say 2009 tried to kick my ass but I survived.

WE MADE IT!

I am at a loss for words folks.

I have no energy to download the pics from last night.  They are indeed evidence of a night gone terribly wrong.

let's just say I had the best of intentions this new year's eve.  I was going to throw all caution to the wind and seize the night.

The jarring pain in my stomach from not eating all day or night combined with the numerous varieties of champagne, plus the lack of sleep lately combined with...(did I mention the tires of my new car being slashed and having to pull over in a dark part of town with a mini mini dress on a 3:40?  Car unable to to be driven, losing my cell phone, forgetting my house keys in the car. Trying to break into my apt at 4:30.

I may need a day to get it together for this visual post.  

On the plus side:

We met some nice guys at a house party, (of course they were from the midwest) and we got to dance a little earlier in the night and have counterfeit money fall from the ceiling all around us.

On the  more PLUS side.

when you start your brand new year having the most obstacles , car trouble, sick to your stomach on the floor of your bathroom at 6 a.m.  There is really no where to go but UP.  So everything is on it's way to the land of awesome soon.

HAPPY NEW YEAR CUTIES!!

Hope you made out like bandits last night and had an amazing time whatever you did last night.  

XO

2 --0--0--9 I like the sound of that

Well, I had some remarkable response to my offer to send out glittery Xmas cards to the first 20 readers that sent me their address.  Who knew?  I actually had a nice list of over 30 in the first five hours.  

So needless to say I've had to cease the production.  I ran out of ladies to glitter and paint.  So those lucky readers who make the doily a habit, Congrats- your lady should be meeting you sometime in the beginning of 2009!

And speaking of 2009, what are you all going to be doing?  I tend to think that people fluctuate between two options.  You either A. ) spent the year before isolated at home or in the middle of no where with a t.v. or a board game or B.) Spent it surrounded by a bunch of strangers  & pals wondering if the party was better someplace else

Generally whatever you did the year before declares your desire to do the opposite the following year.  Since I spent my last New Years being ignored by my boyfriend at a fancy party, void of excitement- one would think perhaps I need a nice quiet new years get away, but alas... I am ripe for some lively danger.

I'd like nothing more than to run around town (my choice would be to have a driver) and hit all sorts of parties with pals, dance- potentially kiss random boys and disappear like Cinderella before it gets messy.

I plan on getting dressed up fancy and finding fun.

Perhaps I should score an outfit something like the following for the big night out?

this is the part of xmas day I don't remember...

Wow.

Start having a few rose infused cocktails at noon on a holiday, and everything is a little fuzzy.  Adding to the mystery of the day...a huge bruise on my leg,  writing on cynthia's stomach in marker that says "Fuck Christmas" and empty bags of potato chips and chocolates.  I wondered why the floor was so messy and sticky and wet, but then this evidence surfaced.  I know that showing these is perhaps not a great idea, but hey my weird holiday can serve as a lesson to all. 

on the plus side...

I do remember that I bought taylor a diamond ring

this is before it got really ugly

you gotta click on these for the entire picture!

even georgie was driven to drink after these shenanigans 

 

it seems that in this next pic I was using my fist as a nice micophone? hmm. Not sure why or what song provoked this.  Oh, maybe the old B52's Whammy record that is still on my turntable (clue number 3 in this equation)

cynthia didn't want to see anymore displays of xmas in the lobby

so she pushed that tree down hard

holiday

So, it's once again that time. And perhaps this coldness in L.A. is the closest thing to a Xmas feeling we're gonna get.  I've realized that I have neglected to post many many things lately.  Maybe it has something to do with my new cozy couch, my multiple projects that I am juggling and my "bad influence" friends.  

I realized that this is the first year that I have officially dropped the ball on the holidays.  No Xmas lights at the shop, no decor at the pad, no creative cards made for friends, not a single purchased gift. WOW.  I've surrendered to Scrooge or the Grinch.  Just know if I had the energy I'd be making you a lovely present, or painting you a sweet landscape.  Let's do a little backtrack to Thanksgiving, did I ever mention how nice it was? All of my friends orphaned came by. There was a ton of food and lot's of action in the room. Taylor took some great pictures while everyone was getting ready to feast.

look whose coming to dinner!

georgie was super stoked that we gave him turkey and giblets.

my pictures are sad in comparison to Taylor's take on the night...

I'm going to post pics from Miami next, so you can see all the cool art from the fairs.

Last year, my Thanksgiving was pure bliss.  Imagine a room of your best gal pals-all sorts of yummy foods, a t.v. playing "I love you to death", and no family nagging about why you don't have a real job.

So- what's a single girl to do, but try for round two.  I'm excited to have it this year at my new big table- surrounded by friends and  later movies on my new comfy couch!  

Growing up Thanksgiving was my least favorite holiday.  I suppose it's because I didn't like turkey or meat, or listening to my family fight about why the gravy tasted like nothing.  It's also the last holiday my family spent together before my parent's big "divorce". 

 The one after that was spent without my dad.  My mom and I wore our robes and my sister said it wasn't "traditional" or a "real" Thanksgiving if we didn't bother getting dressed up.  So she left and went to her boyfriends place.  My mom and I spent it alone.  She also let the turkey slip off the plate and into the dirty sink by accident.  We still ate it, while sitting on the couch watching t.v.

I have to say- I welcome the return to a relaxed holiday.

Stay tuned for the recap

Let's quickly get to the super duper update:

Halloween looked a little like this- me dressed as a pizza slice.  All of us going to the Edendale for a little night life

taylor as Brian Ferry (Roxy Music)

Justin as a caveman/Matador from the Pickup artist

Me being a cannibal.  Eating a slice at Garage Pizza

Fran had a rad costume.  She dressed up as a sexy gorilla, complete with french lingerie

Taylor had to remove the itchy wig in order to put up with the prison shank

check out the Feris Bueller and Marty McFly

E.T. phone home.  There were actually two Elliots at this party

Survived another Halloween party spree

The following week Annakim hosted a pre-election PEACE Pineapple PIZZA Party.  She has recently shaved her head and invited everyone over to soak up some good vibes.  Let Go 

Jubilee is always looking HOT!

part of the party was in honor of equality for everyone - and NO on prop 8! Everyone should be able to marry whom ever they choose.  So we decided to make a wish as a team and then feed eachother cake.  

Ok, so here is the birthday low down.  I awoke to a call from my dad wishing me a happy birthday.  Which quickly led to him saying I can't believe you still don't have kids, or a family.  Which quickly led to talk of politics and well, you can assume the screaming match that ensued.  That made me a little nauseous.  

Later some of my friends took me out for spicy Szechwan Chinese food, and then to a karaoke spot in little Tokyo.  I had pre-paid for the first hour, assuming we would maybe be there for about two hours.  Um, try 5 hours!  At about 3:15 the guy told us we HAD to go, and that we owed $350 bucks! yikes.

Taylor created this masterpiece with my new invention:the pizza hole.  I've already put a copyright on that gem of an idea.  Who doesn't desire a savory cheesy bite minus the dry crust.  

this is the incredible cake Fran decorated for me!

Travis sang "girl you'll be a woman soon" for my birthday.  Made me blush.

Later he and I did a duet version of Nine Inch Nails "Closer".  Um, that song may have impregnated the ears of all in the room.  It was a bit heavy for the crowd and the small room.  And set the night off in a sexual frenzied direction that may have been too much.

annakim came and killed "white rabbit".  She sang a version that sounded a little like Marlena Dietrich being smothered by Nico while skinning a live rabbit eaten by Ozzy .  It sort of had an exorcist appeal.

Fran and Mickey sang a dirty dancing duet that brought tears to some eyes

Taylor did the best version of Bjork!  She has the bruises on her knees to prove it

Britt (normally despises Karaoke) was bitten by the singing bug.  She was unstoppable after her first song.

Things started to get a little crazy when the Croatian model took his jacket off.  Then it seemed the lights got a little dimmer, more drinks were snuck in, and people started pairing off  (sort of like my 8th grade party)

I hope that whoever got pregnant from attending my party names their next of kin after me!

Taylor was invited to a costume party this past Saturday, and called me in a panic to see if I could be part of her costume.  Seems her last minute costume decision needed a cohort in crime.  So I had about an hour to channel Lohan to her Ronson.

We started off the evening checking out the new art show at SHOW CAVE!  IT was super rad- scary monsters and stuff.  The show is titled:

 CORN ON THE MACABRE

MATT FURIE / ALBERT REYES / AIYANA UDESEN / DATE FARMERS / SHANNON KELLER / SHIZU SALDAMONDO

then off to the party!  The haunted LAIR.  Check out mickey as the OWL

check out Britney coming to flirt with SAM.  She joked that they were "just friends".  At one point a K-Fed guy was seen in the kitchen, who I threatened I would hook up with if Britney didn't behave

this guy said he wasn't dressed up as mystery from the Vh1 show the pickup artist, HUH!?  What else are you dressed up as?  Dave Navarro? A Stone Temple Pilot?

a...yeah, that's the girl from 16 Candles

Lisa and Cynthia pretended to be the clipboard door girl for the exclusive green room.  Cynth was a supreme groupie.  Well actually she arrived at the party sans costume, because they came straight from an event

after the party we ended up at Garage pizza for late night slices.  It's our new favorite late night spot.

photos by :taylor brittenham

The other night, the ladies of the DELMORE apt building decided to show out on sunday in numbers. The band WE ARE THE WORLD (members former residents of the apt building) were playing.  For those who've never seen one of their shows- it involves a lot of costumes with insane dance choreography.  

After an all day sidewalk sale (involving some major trades and swaps) and a pre-birthday pedicure from Cynthia (notice my green toes closely)...We were looking for trouble.

Earlier in the day I snapped these of the trashy flappers in training:

look who got a new fancy camera- so she can go PRO

this shot was taken a few days before, after me and taylor forced the neighbor to watch an episode of Vh1's Pick-up artist.  (that show has me hooked- can't look away- like a car crash)  We then decided to apply some of "Mystery's" sure-fire pickup strategies on the crowd at the Cha Cha.  We showed up early and snagged a booth and then proceeded to creep out all the customers with our aggressive moves.  I ended up getting a Glendale Galleria type who asked for my number.  First he told me he liked art.  Especially Van Gogh, and his "night of stars" painting.  I told him I thought it was "starry night" he may be referring to.  Anyway, we successfully managed to max out my tab while discussing the many ways in the future we plan to scam money.  My new look?  Grifters all the way.  You can hide a lot of loot in a trench coat.

Rule number #1  You can't grift a grifter.  Or as my dad likes to say in Mr. Brady speak "you can't fool the fiddler"

we later looted this poor guy's Luxury scented Candle.  

I've been tagged by MELISSA GAGGIANO of emjietreasures

 to tell you"six little things about myself"

The rules of the game:
• Link to the person who tagged you.
• Mention the rules.
• Tell six quirky yet boring, unspectacular details about yourself.
• Tag six other bloggers by linking to them.
• Go to each person's blog and leave a comment that lets them know they've been tagged.

HERE GOES...

1.  If I was a boy my dad wanted to name me "Rocky Buzzelli"

2.  When I was around 8, I used to photograph my babysitter talking on the phone with her boyfriend and sneaking drinks out of my parents liquor cabinet and then attempt to blackmail her, so that I could stay up later and watch t.v

3.  I used to bake birthday cakes for John Taylor and Nick Rhodes and bring them to school on their birthdays

4.  I once made up a rollerskating street dance routine to the soundtrack from Xanadu, and would get super upset when neighbors would come home from work and interrupt my moves

5.  In High School my best friend and I were obsessed with James Dean.  We bought every book and watched his movies and joked that maybe we were necrophiliacs.

6.  Once while shopping at a Vintage Expo, Diane Keaton came up to me and said that she loved my outfit and that I had darling boots and style!  (In high school, I went through a very serious Annie Hall period, where I wore most of my father's clothes- lots of Pretty in pink vests -you get the picture)

AND NOW I tag the following BLOGGERS:

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http://skinnyglassesgirl.blogspot.com/

http://sheturnsthepages.typepad.com/

http://lainbloom.blogspot.com/

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BEWARE and PREPARE...

this is the blur of activity I've handled the past few weeks: 1./ attended my pal Gitte's birthday, she's from Denmark and throws fun house parties. You may recall the one last year where we all ended up in the pool? And the naked guy fell on a cactus patch? here's me with my old roommate sarah cake she was wearing a latex bondage dress and decided that the pool seemed like a good idea she sort of started a movement towards diving in... when we asked Scheid to score some towels for us, he came back with one dirty kitchen rag about 18 inches long. speaking of Scheid, check out his doppelganger. Looks like Gloria may have some explaining to do try dancing while soaking wet. Pretty fun something about wearing a wet jumper makes me go kinda "whitesnake video" ok so then the following day it's off to Fran's new amazing apt and her BBQ can you believe Fran's good luck? She landed this incredible apartment, with fab tiles and sweet plant gardens after the BBQ we ended up singing karaoke with the bad boys of Han Cholo. We actually walked in to the place while they were singing the Outfield- "I just wanna use your love tonight" and here's Lincoln winning the entire crowd over with Sweet Caroline the next day (Labor Day) was the traditional (new annual) shoot 'em up holiday. Scheid called to tell me that we need to go to the LA GUN Club every Labor Day. Last year we went after a tough breakup. And this year after finding out that my hunch about my ex's infidelities were in fact true- what's a girl to do but go to a Gun Club and work it out. I know I never get too personal on this blog (the original intent was a blog on things that inspire creativity) but occasionally you have to release a bummer post where you reveal that you got taken for a ride by some sleazy director's smoke and mirrors. It's really very roman polanski meets woody allen but without all the talent and fame. fran is getting her gun on. She had pretty good aim. then it's on to last Friday- and the silkscreening event I participated in. It was pretty cool printing things for little kids check out my pal Amber's kid Angelo (in red & hat) with his cool posse frohawk gearing up for a screenprint afterwards we went up to the Hollywood Hills to D.J. and sing KAraoke video games these next ones are a dedication for mr. scheid (who I'm going to get at the airport tomorrow) who ever said a dog is a "man's best friend" Also this week we went to the NYLON 90210 party at the Roosevelt. It was kinda over the top. Lots of L.A people dying to get in. Cynthia and I watched while PAris Hilton got asked to have her picture taken with a bunch of people. It was sort of like she was the Grand Canyon like a scenic site or a wax figure that people just wanted to prove they visited. I felt bad for her really. Also in attendance- LC from the hills and Mk olsen- and lot of other super skinny minnies. Saturday night, we went over to Culver City to see the new Kyle Field show at Taylor de Cordoba gallery. It was amazing! And it seems that we may have discovered where some cute smart boys hang out. here's Fran listening to a rad painting/collage with sound then it was up to the NEW Show CAVE show in Echo Park. The whole space was filled to the brim with drawings and videos. A nice creepy angry art vibe. Considering that a crazy drive-by shooting took place the monday before- the scene was a bit edgy. Don Bowles from the Germs played music at the art show (and Nora Keyes sang lead) after that we went by the Hyperion Tavern...where we noticed that the men's bathroom had a nice peep hole for spying, or posing

I've been busy with my remodel/repainting in my apartment, but wanted to stop and say THANKS for all the sweet comments lately on the blog.  I've been receiving some nice feedback & meeting some new folks on the moldy doily.

I would also like to say thanks to all of you who came over to my comic book signing- in NYC, and L.A. and to those who ventured over to my art show in Chicago.  And of course another thanks to those who went out and bought the latest FLAUNT cover with my art on it!  Always nice to wake up and read responses to things posted.

XOXO

As soon as I get the place in order, I promise to start posting more things for sale on my website 

who you gonna call? My dear pal David Scheid has finally received the recognition he deserves as an all around "good guy" and tour manager extraordinaire. in his defense this photo was taken when I forced him to model one of my ebay ensembles The latest issue of FADER magazine features a sweet article about him and his righteous blog: wheres the hotel I like that both of our magazine issues are next to each other at circus of books. Side by side Flaunt and Fader. (while at the Farmer's market Fran and I noticed that my cover of Flaunt was sitting pretty next to James Franco's GQ issue) Anyway- if you haven't ever checked out his blog, crawl out from under that rock and do yourself a favor. He posts about his life on the road with bands, wicked rants on things misspelled, crazy news of the weird and shows pics of places you may never get to see. I like that he posts about things that would normally get someone in hot water with the boss. When his book on being a kick ass tour manager gets sold and made into a movie, the scandal meter is gonna go up. That's why I'm glad that I've known him since way before the GLORY, and have VHS footage of him as a young hot bleached blonde Bowie-like babe walking my 1st shop's fashion show- For a pretty penny you can own yourself a dubbed copy. Set your price and we can negotiate the details.

Guess who's back from TOUR? Miss cindy survived half the summer driving a band around. Probably the best cure for anyone who thinks a boy in a band is the way to go. We spent our Sat. night going to a party in Echo Park with our pal Ravi. He took most the pictures (tons and tons ) which I've chosen to edit. Afterwards we went to a late night Thai place til the wee hours of the night. Fran woke me up for the early farmer's market Sunday ritual. A mere 4 hours of sleep was all that was had. Check out the new pom pom flowers she scored. Later we ate a nice Chinese meal with her folks visiting from Oakland

My friend Annakim recently played dress up, and had her makeup done like a rainbow warrior. She also had the perfect outfit for the occasion...her brand new Alexander McQueen Butterfly print dress. She said although it cost and arm and a leg, she plans on wearing it to her colorful wedding. That's one wedding, btw, that I don't want to miss. The man that matches her palette is going to fly off the color chart. He will be one part nocturnal glampire, one part dandy, one part forest fairy, one part musician, and the rest pure animal- or snake?

Taylor holding up the book that David gave her, wise words from a man who has spent most every day on the road, with some band. The inside cover reads...(Whenever you need a reminder that it can always get worse) For those who may think that is negative thinking, alas, it is simply funny and entertaining.

A lot of my good friends are leaving for almost the entire summer! What gives? What am I gonna do when the jobs settle down and I have so much free time to kill? Who is gonna dance with me to bad music? And since when did everyone and their mother become involved in TOURING rock gigs anyhow? Geez. We threw a little send off party for David and Taylor. Both are going on the road. Miss Cynthia is already on the road til AUGUST!! I informed my friends about the Olsen Twins, and the celeb insider tip that whenever they are about to get photographed they supposedly say "PRUNE" Kinda looks exactly like them, huh? Maybe more Keira Knightly? We left the bar scene and headed to Sara CAKE's birthday party. She was wearing her signature Bias cut handmade evening gown with train. Which will probably be torn later in a doorway. the party was on a balcony, with a lovely cake and lots of trashy flappers Late LAte we ended up at a Diner eating cherry pie a la mode with sides of french fries. The good life.

Introducing the new Mrs Benjamin. The couple were married by her Daddy up in Mammoth with a heavenly view and dreamy snowflakes. That's right real SNOWflakes! It was incredible leaving L.A. and driving 7500 feet high up where the air is fresh and clear. We all stayed in a sweet cabin that was saddled up near a lake and tiny fishing boats. On the way down the mountain we ended up driving though a cute place called LONE PINE where we stopped for breakfast and to grab a few gem stone rare finds This little diner was closed, but it was shaped like a Merry Go Round Fran convinced me to buy these new Mystery Doritos. The gimmick is YOU gotta guess the flavor, and bag says..."that's only the beginning" Trust me (and my tongue) Yuck. If I could best describe, it was like a fruity burst of Buttermilk weirdness tingling your tastebuds. Oh by the way, the BEST BEEF JERKY stand was also a bust. The whole place was reminiscent of a Law and Order episode about to happen. I think that the sad chicken coup out back was a nice warning. Gaby liked that this pic made it seem like we had always hung out and drank coffee at this bar while watching Regis and Kelly. Sort of a Northern Exposure Twin Peaks sort of place

MATT and VIV: CONGRATS! They are not only getting married, but VIV is also pregnant with a baby BOY. The happy couple held their big Bridal shower at the lovely Moroccan 1920's Hotel Figueroa dowtown. It was lovely, and later this week they will be getting hitched officially near June Lake by her daddy. I think it will be fun hanging out in cabins with tiny boats and good friends. We couldn't help lounging in the sun drinking pretty cocktails and eating luscious desserts and exploring the amazing place. This is the same hotel I went on my 2nd date with Mr. P and also caught the wedding bouquet of my pal Donita. If you have never been to this gorgeous Hotel, you need to get over there this summer and hang out by the pool at least once! (I snagged a few of these from Viv's pics)

Don't tell a soul, but Mr. C.Glancy is officially a year older.
The man behind the Monument Snowboard deal, and photographer whiz had a birthday party (on a Monday night) that filled the BAR.

the evening involved some drinks, some dancing and meeting up with some old friends I haven't seen in a long time. Overall we learned two things that night, Glancy is popular, and The Bar seems to bring out the worst in Fran and I. Scheid was bummed that I didn't give him the head's up that Glancy was a fashion photographer. Cause where there's a photographer there has to be a gang of models.

Yesterday while working at the shop my friend Annakim called and invited me to the Troubadour to see her dad play. The show was going to mark the 30 year anniversary and reunion of his old band, and was set to be a big deal! As the sun was setting, we ladies climbed into her hybrid wagon of wares. (she has a stuffed taxidermy back there, a huge butterfly kite, a beaded dragon etc...) We were excited and the warm air outside was sort of perfectly magical.

mindy wearing a glitter jumpsuit and her new beaded shrimp necklace

the smaller venue was very cozy and seemed like the audience was filled with family and ultimate fans

we all danced wildly to the music, obviously annakim more so than others. She was gyrating enough to shake the balcony and screaming FREE BIRD at times.

for the record, you are not allowed to take pics at the shows nor have a camera. So that's why these are dark and sneaky

sweet picture of annakim all sweaty and childhood friend whose dad also played with her father. My mom is English and her favorite Beatle was George. She is going to swoon when she gets a look at how handsome his son is too.

the POWER of platinum blonde

The shows continue this week (6 in a row all SOLD OUT) pretty amazing. If you can still find a ticket it's worth it. Lots of pretty country psychedelic songs and witty between song banter. Plus some rad Dylan covers!

After the show we somehow ended up at Crazy Girls. Where you also are not permitted to take pics.

cherry bomb

annakim requested ACDC and proceeded to upstage some of the ladies at work. She said she would like to do an amateur night there. We made some fast friends and then headed off to the 101 Cafe for late night food

cruising the sunset strip on a friday night while blasting FLASH GORDON soundtrack, and ACDC

showing off my hippie angel sleeves after a long night

Last night was my old friend Ravi's birthday. We have been pals for a long time. His friend offered up his luxurious pad in the Hills to host a last minute dance party. So Cynthia and I fetched some records and we drove up to the land of the rich. The view was insane! Imagine a panoramic sky view of the entire lit up city, pushed up beyond the deep backyard and palm trees. The 60's style home had an entire glass window back, and a full stacked bar. Which will later bring up a few regrets.
The decor was beyond minimal. I may have to apprentice under this guy and see how it is possible to have a shelf with NOTHING on it. I mean, it that possible? Where does the mail go?

After dancing til about 2:30, we all ended up in the jacuzzi. Not sure how I was coerced in there, but glad I was. That lasted til about 4. *Also not recommended, unless you want to feel flush and dizzy.
Considering I had stopped eating at about 1 p.m. earlier that day, I was ready for some bed. But no, party time Cynthia and birthday boy begged "more dance party"

Here we go again. The double punch in the face

hot stuff

Scheid bores easy at these affairs. I found him staring out at the landscape, surrounded by tiki torches like an episode of SURVIVOR. he left before the crazy

this is where the party started. Do not judge us by this photo, if you were there, you too would have taken advantage of the hot tub on the hill dangling over the city scape. You may not have done high kicks in the water, (which I am forbidden from posting)

So then we all ended up on awesome patio furniture staring at the stars for some more hours. Enter the potato chips. At about 5:30, Fran begged us to leave, she had to wake up and cut someone's hair by 9 a.m. We crept down the Hollywood Hills toward home and ran into a few coyotes on the prowl. Did I mention that the sun was already coming up. Ouch, my head.
Georgie said I am grounded.

that's a.m.

My horoscope on Sunday said something about working way too hard lately and needing to socialize. It also mentioned that work could resume the next day, so stop being so hard on yourself.
So with that in mind...

my dear friends assisted me in many many joyful toasts and boxes of old 45's, and a nostalgia dance party that ended with Cynthia in the splits and me arriving back to my warm bed at 5:37 a.m.

these are my prized SOLID Gold boots that I scored in Miami when at the Art Basel. I promised myself if I sold some art I would buy them, for a mere $12 dollars SCORE

what other D.J. in town can take "You should hear how she talks about you" by Melissa Manchester and follow it up with the Thompson Twins, The Hooters, Rick Springfield and a New Edition breakdown? Did I mention the extended remixes by Howard Jones?

Weirdly enough the horoscope never mentioned that 6 intense hours of drinking,and dancing, diving onto your knees and spinning, and over 50 high David Lee Roth Kicks would result in sleeping til around 1 p.m. the following day.

P.S. the night ended with the entire Pretty in Pink Soundtrack. Nothing like a Smiths song to send you home

I spent most of my Easter Sunday working on art projects in my apartment. For those of you who don't already know...I am currently collaborating with VANS shoes on a line! It's a dream job working with cool women. The art/fashion collaboration will hit malls and shops nationwide in FALL 2009, and I am psyched. (is it obvious I've been hanging out with Scheid too many days in a row??)
Speaking of good pals, I'll be driving him to the airport at 5:30 a.m. tomorrow. Ouch

On Easter I met up for a coffee break with the ladies, Annakim in my favorite dress ever...

and her fab bedazzled snake bracelets

Miss K.K. also in her Easter dress best

and of course the lovely Fran

I took pics of myself wearing one of Miss Petrosa's DAISY necklaces- (note the circles under my eyes due to lack of sleep and long nights)

the 85 degree view from my firescape, sorry family in Ohio. It's been pleasantly warm here

Afterwards Cynthia, Fran, David and I headed to Monterey Park for spicy Szechwan fish.
I would regret this burning later.

Back to the drawing board

P.S. Did I mention that on Monday, the seeds I planted at the Equinox party started sprouting already?
That's right- my good fortune, creativity and LOVE are bursting

If you were still here, I would call you on the phone and wish you H A P P Y Birthday. You would tell me funny stories and make me laugh. We would wonder when we could meet up again, and hang out. And when we did you would lay out all of your fabulous new clothing finds and inform me of all the latest trends and music I need to buy.

Your adventurous spirit so much greater than most.
You had a way of making me do things I was afraid of trying.

I miss you pal. I will not forget your voice, the way you folded notes, the hundreds of letters and envelopes decorated with art and stickers addressed to me.
We shall meet again someday, and til then I live my life to the fullest because of you

Last night I attended an Equinox party for ladies only. That's right, SPRING has sprung and the Vernal Equinox (like the Autumnal Equinox) is a time of balance. These are the days we welcome the light and plant new seeds towards the magical things we want to manifest in the future. According to some legends this time also reflects upon the past and atoning for the mis-deeds of our previous year. Letting go of the things no longer useful or productive to our happiness. Viv and I brought along our good intentions and nestled in the backyard of her friend Eva. The trees dangled candle lanterns and the ground was strewn with pillows and blankets. I wish I had my camera on hand to capture the pretty scene.
We all sat around and wrote down the things we needed to let go of in order to secure our future good times. Remember this time is all about:
rebirth
renewal
resurrection
liberation
letting go
sacrifices
choices
responsibility for actions
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Sure it's all on the new age side, but aren't you ready to surrender to fate?
It was an exciting feeling watching everyone throw pieces of their past in a burning bucket. It honestly made me want to rush home and box up a lot of my silly clutter and donate it pronto.
According to our friend it's a great time for Spring Cleaning - emotionally and otherwise.

*I can't wait to share all of the exciting news and projects that I've been working on with all of you!

Change
Changes
Going backward in order to move forward.
I've had an out of body experience this weekend. Well, more like an emotional punch to the stomach. I can only say that whatever doesn't kill me is definitely gonna make me stronger. As a Scorpio sometimes I feel like a real Phoenix bursting from the ashes. So many slates in my life have been getting wiped clean the past few months, new things around every corner. As a fixed sign sometimes that terrifies me, and yet the thrill of not knowing is what makes the sick and excited feeling grow into a giant flower that I imagine sprouting from my chest. Whoa that was pure poetry.

Be on the lookout for the new and improved SHOW PONY coming at the end of March.
In the meantime I am still making progress in my space. Grey Gardens be gone and good friends replace them

Check out the boots on ebay or sale! Handpainted by artist MARTHA RICH-remember the book I posted on called FREEDOM WIGS?

I'm also selling this rad CHAR handpainted leather bohemian jacket. These sweet things sell at the ROSE BOWL for like $800- $1200 sometimes

click to go onto the ebay page.
Ebay store

Tonight while driving home I witnessed the lunar eclipse. Slowly, ever so slowly the fingernail moon forming under a whole lilac circle. I was in a hurry with destiny to get home in time to change and make it to Annakim's bewitching party. You see, according to astrological lore, on the evening of the lunar eclipse if you write down everything you want to manifest and force out the things that no longer suit you, POW! it can come to light. So on my way out the door, running late, I made it to the car only to hear Annakim's dad singing "Free Falling" What a strange magical moment.
The evening was coated in good intentions. Towers of candy and luxurious treats, including a massive unicorn cake. As the ladies slowly showed up, we all piled on makeup and took turns pouring "sacred glitter powder" over our heads, sort of a baptism.
Sure it seems weird to you, and yet in the moment I was willing to believe in anything. I surrendered my cynicism at the door and embraced the not knowing.
We sat in a circle and took turns narrating a goblin rainbow book, every page re-imagined by a new participant. And then we ventured to the roof where we stared at the final stages of the moon phase. In a flash it was to be all gone. We decided to dance holding hands and singing "She's Like A Rainbow" loudly til the energy took over the entire room. Any awkwardness replaced by a sense of true understanding and loyalty towards each other that this moment was somehow significant to all included.
When the pizza man arrived I can only imagine what he must have witnessed through that large window, Screaming glitter raccoon eyed ladies rocking out in a ceremonial ritual. We then sat around in a circle while Annakim read:

The Death of Lovers by Charles Baudelaire

We shall have beds full of subtle perfumes,
Divans as deep as graves, and on the shelves
Will be strange flowers that blossomed for us
Under more beautiful heavens.

Using their dying flames emulously,
Our two hearts will be two immense torches
Which will reflect their double light
In our two souls, those twin mirrors.

Some evening made of rose and of mystical blue
A single flash will pass between us
Like a long sob, charged with farewells;

And later an Angel, setting the doors ajar,
Faithful and joyous, will come to revive
The tarnished mirrors, the extinguished flames.
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After that we sat in a circle and wrote out what we saw for our futures. The things we wanted to happen and then talked about what we hoped to kick out of our minds.

Things are gonna change, I can feel it.

The gang headed out to Dublab's GIVE UP event at La Cita. They really sell the night with the slogan, "Stop dancing and cry, and then slowly start dancing again". We conquered the dance floor (well we were the only fools dancing...) Upon entering the place D.J. Michael Stock had Pavement playing :
i was dressed for success
but success it never comes
and i'm the only one who laughs
at your jokes when they are so bad
and your jokes are always bad
but they're not as bad as this

come join us in a prayer
we'll be waiting waiting where
everything's ending here
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Not even the music could turn our smiles down

Miss Annakim Violette officially turned into a glampire, and hosted a birthday shindig down at Bordello. It was the perfect spot for her Cockette/Vampire Glam themed birthday. There are dim red lights, Tapestry high back chairs, and a stage to die for! Seriously that stage looks like a trashy flapper mermaid lair.

The ladies got all made-up and then went downtown for some dancing and divine surreal cake. Memorable moment when Annakim said "This year's cake is the best one yet, even better than the time I got the Shining Jack Nicholson cake where his face is busting between the door". (That huge unicorn party one was pretty good too) The late night seemed sort of like a blur that ended in a limo heading back to Annakim's place for gift opening and pizza.

**Check out ViVs pics, she has a better camera and is a pro shutterbug:

the late night limo ride back to the Monarch Mansion

I have to say thanks to all of my great blogger fans who actually wrote comments recently or came out to the ROSE BOWL to support my declutter cause. Getting up at 4:30 a.m. after a night out with lady friends is not an easy feat. We rented a SANFORD and SON beat down U-haul that had a combo SOPRANOS advertisement with graffitti. My toes were frozen til about 11 a.m. But on the plus side, the weather in L.A. later reached a nice 80 degrees and folks were in a buying mood.

I lucked out and had the sweet spot corner over the bridge on the vintage side. The timeless beauty Marisa Tomei came by our booth, she looked even better in person.

I was excited that this cute girl with headband scored my favorite gypsy glitter gown

Emma & her pal came by to liven up our booth, as per our tradition! They had maximum cuteness

we were stalking this rad Japanese family because they were so cute! The mom and dad were so fashionable and their kid was running around the booths in her embroidered hippie dress

annakim in wonderland

perhaps the best fashion statement of the day? This lil one who said" do you wanna see them closed?

or OPEN!?"

this picture is my absolute proof that I have come a long way from my hoarding days. Had I seen this emerald bedazzled 20's costume in the past, I would have found a way to take it home. Instead the new me simply snapped a pic of it and let it sway in the shade.

Here's some of the goods from my stash that didn't sell- FEEL FREE to Contact me to make them yours

1. The kinky couple statue (do not ask how or where this 60's joy of sex statue came into my life)
asking $20 bucks for them

2. the big eyed painting from my dressing room. Have had this baby since the early 90's! make me any offer

3. the psychedelic mannequin- she needs some love- has no arms $20

4. pale pink flapper dress with loads of fringe- has some seam flaws- but orig from an old Paramount Movie house $40

5. 70's repro PICASSO needlepoint picture Make me an offer?

6. Piles of shoes

7. The Reclining Nude Needlepoint-

8. random crazy:

9. The 100 year old doll with painted face and victorian bloomers and shredded goth dress

10. the darling mirror

** There are also the BIG RED store Wardrobe cases!!

Afterwards we all went out to Monterey Park to eat spicy Chinese food. I collapsed shortly after.

My lovely friend and fellow Scorpio blogger Amy Lou has just tagged me online. Because I am sitting watching my cat slowly fight falling asleep on my pillow, and L.A. is exceptionally sunny and warm for this time of year, and my window is wide open and I love my apartment and the free time my occupation? allows me- I will do my best to do her justice with my answers:
First off- when you are tagged by a fellow blogger- you must site the rules of the game:
and link up to the tagger.

For those of you who have never had the pleasure of meeting Amy Lou in person, let me give you the rundown

1.) she has eyes more radiant and blue than any you will ever see- a color reminiscent of rare ocean waters- perhaps she was the one that Jon Erik Hexum donated his eyes to when he died?
2. She is fiercely loyal and dedicated to absolute unconditional love with her pals
3. She will make a mental note of anything you mention and annonymously mail you a care package with a book, or c.d. or shirt she thinks you would like
4. She can knit the most unique scarves and things
5. She knows more about things than you, like who is a good doctor, where to get your pants hemmed, news stories etc...
6. She plants a mean garden
7. She has an amazing creative and lovely family.
8. She just survived living in a haunted house!
9. Her cooking skills are amazing
10. She can talk me under the table, which is a nearly impossible task

ifthebirdsknew

1. Link to your tagger and post these rules on your blog.
2. Share 5 facts about yourself on your blog, some random, some weird.
3. Tag 5 people at the end of your post by leaving their names as well as links to their blogs.
4. Let them know they are tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.

The FACTS about me:

1. First the weird: I was born without a tendon in my pinky finger on the right hand, so my pinky is always bent. I heard Einstein had both his pinkies like that, hmm Just sayin'. When I was younger one of my boyfriends refused to hold that hand, he said it freaked him out. My harp teacher in the 6th grade said it made me have the perfect hand gesture for playing.

2. I broke my back in the 3rd grade sled riding. Some boys built a 4-5 ft high ramp in the local park down a steep hill. They dared me or my friend to try it first. I took the dare and flew over the ramp- airborne- and landed with the wind knocked out of me. My parents didn't take me to the hospital til day 3, where they were informed that I had broken 2 vertebrates and fractured one and was nearly paralyzed. I stayed in the hospital for over 3 weeks.

3. I have an obsession with magazines. I have always loved looking at them, saving them, cutting things out of them, and the covers. I especially loved the original Interview matte paper excessively large covers, of Francesco Clemente, Isabella Rossellini etc... I also love to find painting inspiration in foreign HOME magazines. Often when I see a good wallpaper or painted gate, I think of compositional qualities for backgrounds.

4. I hate returning phone calls. I don't like sitting still on the phone and must pace around my apt. My mother had a similar affliction and would write "THE END" over and over and over on mail left on the kitchen counter. I don't like confrontations either.

5. I started a t-shirt design business out of my parents garage at age 8. I used to make these drawings on iron-on transfer paper. I would take orders and then use the tshirts from my papa's bank to print them on. I was also way into peeling crayons into RORSCHACH like patterns and then placing a piece of paper over them and ironing them to make pretty prints. I have the iron scar on my knee to prove this.
My moment of failure came when I drew a word in rainbow print only to have it come out backwards on the shirt.

BONUS ** and now for the TOP 5 things that really bum me out: (Besides Bush in office and War- and the situation in New Orleans...and the obvious)

1. MAYO- Ick! Probably the ony person from the midwest who despises the condiment
2. people who put cigarette butts in glasses with liquids still in them
3. People who walk really slow in front of me
4. silverfish- those creepy fast slippery lil greyish bugs that lunch on paper and silk
5. VEINS. Can't stand the sight of them. Can't give blood, can barely stand a blood pressure test

* I am tagging the following people:

Viv at TarnishedLady
D Scheid- Thisishappeningtome
regina over at team drenik : TEAM Drenik
Ann Do over at : / OwleyPatrol
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It's taken me this long to recover. The last day of 2007, I helped move a piano onto a balcony. On an empty stomach I prepared party trays and hung colorful lights from trees. Then without much primping, it was New Year's Eve, and I had spoken to no one about my plans. I had forgotten how fast time passes. I had a few glasses of champagne and watched an empty house take on way too much energy. I also took in the best 365 degree view of Los Angeles. I spent most of the night wandering around people watching.

This entire week had been spent trying to complete tasks and rid myself of the riff raff in my life. I had plotted out my new method of organizing, and was all set to step into 2008 prepared.
I had my daily organizer, the shelves cleared and the reference books to set me off in the right direction.

So, Jan 1, came and went. I spent it cuddled up in my bed with my cat. Unable to move forward, and yet contemplating the many moments of the past year. It was a rough one, but patched up with positivity.
This new year ahead is gonna be good. I can feel it. I'm not going to make any new year resolutions, but rather just embark on the DOING it part. As my friend Cynthia said, "who needs to sit around and talk about what you're gonna change or start doing..." just get busy and start now.
I must apologize for my delay in posting the past few days...& confess that I've been pre-occupied watching my cat pose on my clean vanity. He sits there like a sphinx cat, paws curled under staring at his own reflection and occasionally out the window. His cuteness overwhelms me

The line to the restroom

look who welcomed their new year's day in a serious love hug
Kutmah and his buddy Georgie Boy

Tonight we had a celebration supper for surviving the wrath of the new year's party.

it's Becca's last night in town, before she skips back to NYC

my fellow online blogger behind " my love for you is a stampede of horses" just tagged me and ask that i answer the following four q's. so here goes...

1. what's the story behind the name of your blog and your nickname?

Well, I have an affection for all things disintegrating and decaying, especially when caused by an intense love for that item or years of use. I especially am attracted to the sight of knit doilies and their fragile web like quality. I have a vast array of tattered doilies and beaded 20's sashes and such and decided that this blog would orignally be based on the love objects I shall no longer covet...but share with someone. I had thought it would be the perfect way for me to release my obsessive desire to purchase things I do not need to collect and rather document them for inspiration to others with the same affliction.
Of course than the MOLDY DOILY became a bit personal and not only about the objects that inspire desire
I have a few nicknames but most of them are sort of inside jokes or too silly to mention here. So mums the word on those.

2. Why did you start blogging in the first place?

Well, my friend David (Thisishappeningtome) is a busy tour manager for musicians, and was always on the road having interesting adventures and started a blog so that we could all travel with him. His awesome posts and complaints about life on the road made me realize that I'd love to share what I'm up to creatively with strangers as well as friends. I thought it would be a great way to post on things that I found fascinating and see if other people felt the same way. I guess I also always liked researching things, and scouring books and magazines for new and intriguing stimiuli and the blog world has blown that up bigger.

3. What has been your best blogging related experience? What about the worst?

There have been so many positives- here's a little recap of them
1. Once posted a favorite quote of famed 60's Photographer NAT FINKELSTEIN on my site, (he was the "the" photographer for the Velvet Underground, Edie, NICO, WARHOL, etc...) anyway- he wrote me and asked "did I really say that?" ha ha. I told him the book source in Japan that I located the quote and then we became online friends. He even signed a copy of his amazing full color picture book on EDIE for me.
2. I have met countless creative artists simply because they noticed a post on themself and wanted to thank me personally.
3. ALL-time HAPPY moment, when Faye from the Cockettes wrote to me about my blog post on the COCKETTES movie andmy remarking on her fashion genius (I also showed my paintings inspired by their style) Anyway she asked if she could use the painting for her site. WOW.
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WORST experience?
1. First month of blogging I wrote a heartfelt entry and long story about the death of fashion icon RHINESTONE queen Mrs. Nudie (of the Nudie Suit famed family) I posted a link to their blog and told of all the times I encountered their bedazzled suits while working as a high-end vintage buyer...they wrote me an email telling me that everything was copyrighted and that all images would have to be paid for. It was my first real blogging bummer and I deleted the entry. I always thought that it was strange that someone wouldn't want the legacy of their family to be reposted, but have since learned that you have to be careful.
2. Um, Another early blogging negative would have to be that I had no idea how many people GOOGLE themselves. I had gone to a party and photographed pics of my friend who happens to be an actor. He wasn't supposed to be throwing a party at the house he was sitting for WELL the actress who owned the home- googled herself and linked it my page documenting the drama. Yikes...Needless to say, learned a painful lesson on that one too.

** I will say that when I started the blog I decided that no matter what I would try to maintain a positive happy vibe and not complain too much or rant about things I don't like. I think that has helped me stay clear of bitter comments as well.

4. What do you think will happen to your blog in 2008?

Well, I think it will debut as a cartoon... no just kidding. I am hoping that I become more computer savvy and take it to the next level. I have little skills in the computer arts area- and would love to make better pages and fonts. I want to steer back to posting mainly on fashion/art inspirational things and keep my obsession with my cat's huge head to a minimum. What can I say the fans dig him.

I am also going to try to vow to carpe diem more often- and really make more and more art
I am tagging my pals:
TARNISHED LADY
and Orchid Killer

(carasan knit design)

(photos c. by thequeenofcolour.com)

HAPPY HOLIDAYS FROM OUR FAMILY TO YOURS...

Ok, I'll admit "our family" may have been borrowed, allright...paid for. We needed a rental family unit and fast, and these cool kids agreed. I thought this card was appropriate retalliation for all of the times my father wondered why I'm not married with kids yet.

It's been a real whirlwind this past week, hitting Christmas party after party.
Who knew my friends were so good at hosting these shindigs? I started off the season at my friend Nina's newly remodeled Victorian home. Imagine entering a giant foyer with 24 foot high ceilings and an old fashioned bike basket loaded with Xmas lights. Then on the middle stair landing a big silver tree sheltering piles of presents. Tables of cheese spreads and olives, and rooms full of candles...Ah the life.

Jasmine, the hostess with the most-ess made the party magic. Serving up snacks and decking the halls

did I mention that Brittzy and I were the only two people there who don't cut and coif hair?

Alice trying to prove she doesn't look good in photos...um WHAT!???

you may notice us bundled up, well old old old houses don't pack the heat in

my gift

for every painting of mine you see here, translate a lovely hairdoo trade

heavy metal maiden time

GOOD TIMES GOOD TIMES

GIRLS GONE Mild?

we snacked out trashy flapper selves right on outta there.

The next day was reserved for another Holiday party, which I unfortunately forgot to bring the camera for. I hit it at the tale end, but was impressed with the musicians playing holiday songs and amazing vocalists. Last night we attended funny lady Cheri's party. This is our official 4th invitation to her annual shindigs and they're always packed with fun people and festive foods. This year her theme was "Night of the 7 Fishes". An Italian deal. There were crabcakes, fresh tuna tar tar, ginger black cod, sweet encrusted salmon, caviar, spicy sushi yellowtail, and a mystery fish.
Look at Mr. P and his brother- do they look like family or what?

this was the serious G.Q. shot

Jennifer and Cheri

like a scene out of the L-word...

Ricki looking amazing

I met my gold glamour twin at the party

Ken and his sleek jawline. He loved my Xmas card and kept asking where I'm keeping my kids

I ventured downtown to see my friend Annakim's new ART studio. Her wild walls and taxidermy animals trapped in glitter and glass create an art asylum. Her haunted house of creative ideas seem coated in magic fairie dust.

I love the way she casually discusses her headless painted bats and her intention to replace them with doll faces. Where else can you see a purple painted skeleton lounging on a puckered lip couch? Imagine stumbling upon this scene without any previous explaination

Sometimes the darkness hanging around in the air too early will make a sane person go sad.
I like to pride my neurotic spells on being a part of my overall kooky & creative existance. This was one of those weekends where out of no where you are reminded that you are human, and often alone in your decision making skills. Sometimes I forget that time is moving at an accelerated speed and my lists of things to do will never actually be done.

The other side of me likes to stay in on a Saturday night with girlfriends comforted by wine and an 80's movie. I was about to use the word "bad" in front of 80's movie, but truth be told RECKLESS on VHS is one of my alltime favorite good movies. It was written and directed by Chris Columbus- in his early years (well before HARRY POTTER, Goonies, Gremlins 1 &2, Only the Lonely, and countless others)
It features a very young Daryl Hannah as a cheerleader opposite outsider rebel Aidan Quinn. Sort of a West Side Story so to speak, but with a lot more full frontal nudity plus an amazing soundtrack (Kids in America- Never say NEver by Romeo Void, and tons and tons of early INXS)
I know almost every line in the movie, but for my friends sake refrained from reciting it verse for verse.

It perhaps seemed like the longest weekend of procrastination in my life. I was compelled to do nothing. I couldn't even pretend to muster motivation. And yet somehow by Sunday, I was stronger for it. The fleamarket on fairfax introduced cynthia , fran and I to a deceased jewelry maker who be fell in love with. We all bought a piece of his remaining creations and walked around talking ourselves out of buying things.

check out the coyote bones on this thing!

Later we seemed like old ladies sitting at Astro Family Restaurant eating our beige and yellow meals. My plate propped on top of the newspaper. We laughed at how yesterday seemed like ages ago. It was nice sipping coffee and being bland. I had contemplated that somehow the surge of hormones from my surgery had triggered a midlife crisis, (like in When Harry Met Sally, and she breaks down cause someday 8 years from now she'll be 40) You know when sometimes your not sure if your on the right page, and all you need is a good friend to say, "You are amazing" ? Well we said that back and forth til it all made more sense.

Today I took the piggy bank that Justin bought for me at Pioneer Market (it was this local grocery store that had shelves of great Tijuana ceramic banks, and unfortunately closed down for good), and cracked it open. It was a little heartbreaking actually. In my mind those 6 years of loose change had heaped into a pile of about $300-500 dollars. Surely it must- but alas at the old coinstar my total was a meager $48.

I thought it was my secret vacation fund. I think I'll try to re-purpose the ELMO remains in honor of the ol' hood.

Look who seems to reap all of the love

Did I mention after my strange introspective weekend-I had a reading revealation? I read the entire new Patrick DeWitt book, "Help Yourself Help Yourself", and realized the genius of his words. Quote from a review on his book..."Finally a book of etiquette for the dishonest and self-medicated. Patrick DeWitt is frank, unflinching, and very very funny as he takes twelve steps towards the abyss."

Good stocking stuffer for the crabby, apathetic, gluttonous one on your X-mas list.

I like that the intro by the author states bluntly:

"Help yourself help yourself: because nobody wants to take care of you. Because do you know howdisgusting you are? For a fee and the promise of future friendship, I will tell you. And I like you right back; after all I am disgusting too."

get yer copy at FAMILY bookstore on FAIRFAX (L.A.) today.

Tis the day to give thanks. That's right, the day to give thanks that you aren't forced to sit around a table with your entire family ranting and complaining. (Oh the days of my dad bitching about the gravy tasting like nothing and the turkey being too dry!) I give thanks that I live in L.A. in a cool old building with awesome lady friends who love to eat and drink and watch funny movies. I've been invited to spend my Thanksgiving day, like an orphan at other peoples' homes, (probably serving better quality food) but chose to hang out all day with my cozy crew of women.

I used to be a vegetarian til I met Mr. P. My previous Thanksgiving holidays reserved for tofurkeys and wholesome bean spreads. He has ventured back to the midwest to hang out with his family, where he called from yesterday to say it's freezing and he can see his breath in the air.

This little get-up would be great for a midwest Thanksgiving party- just think of all the fun you could have while keeping warm in your new turkey felt costume.

Those super rad kids over at Hit n- Run have silkscreened their sweet asses off on countless occasions. This past weekend they wanted to celebrate their anniversary & give some back. If you showed up at the Crash Mansion wearing your favorite Hit and Run t-shirt, you got in for free and were handed a blank free T to get printed. The place was huge and filled to capacity with happy fans holding their freebie. I contributed an image of georgie boy, which they printed for people in neon bubblegum pink. I'll try to get Viv to send me some of her pics of people dancing in georgie boy prints.

They set up fun photo booth corners where people could press a button and take 4 snaps. Of course all of my friends got in on this numerous times.

I was lucky enough to meet (Hit and Run ) Brandy's mom. She was adorable and confessed that she always requests my artwork on t-shirts. He told me later that she even gushed to his grandmother that she met the artist Kime Buzzelli. Made my night. Good to know that even though my own father is super unimpressed with my artwork, other parents adore it.

matt and viv in action

sweethear Jazzy showing some love

GASLAMP Killer and KUTMAH

The list goes on and on- my fellow SCORPIO companions who are celebrating birthdays this month. Can it possibly be that most of the ladies I mingle with are SCORPIOS??
Miss Franny threw a Karaoke Shindig this past Sat. in Lil Toyko. You may recall Mr. P in past rants declaring his hated for the singing sensation. Something irks him about the way it's not really musical- nor inclusive for the party.
Right.
So let's cut to him on stage every single song doing Sinatra, musical theatre or a rock ballad out of his range (Come Sail Away). In fact, he went on stage even when it wasn't his turn and elbowed his way into grabbing the second mike. Bummer for the rest of the party. It may have had something to do with the flask of Scotch he stowed away in my purse?

Alas, when he found out that each song was a DOLLAR- this was his reaction...

*MAY I REMIND YOU at this point he had sang approx. 38 songs!

NOTICE how the Birthday Girl tries to edge her way into singing a little song along side the Powerhouse

At this point in the evening, Mr. P had taken over the entire night. So it was only fair for me to get up and sing Billy Joel's BIG SHOT. Except I changed the words to : "Because you had to be a Big shot, didn't you? You had to sing every song in the book..."

Marilena and Britt arrived to witness it all go sour-

Cynthia dedicated "Your SO VAIN" to him, but it didn't even phase him. He just wandered up to the stage to try to sing the "Mick Jagger" parts. When she refused him the second mike- he cracked. The rant that followed was something out of a Curb Your Enthusiasm episode.

This was me right after the rant and while he was taking the stage to perform the AGE of AQUARIUS!

Today is my FLAPPER friend VIV's birthday! She and I have shared countless birthday escapades together. I must call her soon and warn her that a Karaoke party is "not the way to go" if she intends on inviting Mr. P. If you see her today wish her a good one and feel free to buy her lunch, an outfit, or something nice.

I woke up Sunday like any other day, and then BAM- Miss Violette knocks on my door with a huge bouquet of Purple flowers and a cupcake. We decided to grab a birthday brunch, and scurry off to Venice Beach. (Did I mention that playing on her radio was "YOU SAY IT's YOUR BIRTHDAY- IT'S MY BIRTHDAY TOO..." )

Sure I am still new to walking (due to my stitched stomach) but I had to get out and carpe diem.
I strolled at a slow pace and took in all of the places I normally never get to see. I'm sort of a loyal Eastsider, but truly LOVE the beach side. We explored the Santa Monica Flea market- and made quite an impression. Everyone kept pointing and whispering about us. I actually overheard some guy mention to the booth owner next to him, "Did you get the girl with the crazy dress and the one with the purple hair at your booth?"

Look at this lovely 1920's hand printed Poster that Annakim bought!! Envy large

Charon was representing the COCKETTES at the market

this was the only thing I scored- A tiny DOILY pod purse

Guess who we stopped to see!? Lincoln over at the MADLEY space

look at all the good stuff over at the shop

they surrounded my art with sweet feather sculptures

Later I got home and got ready for my dinner with Mr. P. I decided to wear the fancy dress that he bought me- and trashy flapper myself out. I was told we were going out alone to dinner but then he surprised me by dragging me back to his house where a room full of friends awaited! S U R P R I S E

Viv and MAtt

I snuck off and ordered some PIZZA BUONA in honor of Scheid- cause I was starving. Not that Mr. P's cheeze whiz snacks and pickled herring weren't suffficient

Mr. P - ME and Donita

(viv took this one!)

the cake was impossible to CUT- ha ha ha- it was a grim reaper hooded ghoul skull made of marzipan and hollow on the inside- the mousse filling was like eating a brain

it really seemed like everyone had a great time at the party

John had a good time too, looks like there was a party in his pants

* Sorry to post so many pictures- I haven't had a chance to get out much lately- and couldn't refrain. I scored the best gifts ever- a LE PINK facial, Aubrey Beardsley books, BARDO box set, Cashmere!! a gift certificate to feast at Dusty's, soap and candles- MAN it was some kind of wonderful
Nothing better than a birthday with good buddies

(viv took this one too)

last supper

Last year, my Thanksgiving was pure bliss.  Imagine a room of your best gal pals-all sorts of yummy foods, a t.v. playing "I love you to death", and no family nagging about why you don't have a real job.

So- what's a single girl to do, but try for round two.  I'm excited to have it this year at my new big table- surrounded by friends and  later movies on my new comfy couch!  

Growing up Thanksgiving was my least favorite holiday.  I suppose it's because I didn't like turkey or meat, or listening to my family fight about why the gravy tasted like nothing.  It's also the last holiday my family spent together before my parent's big "divorce". 

 The one after that was spent without my dad.  My mom and I wore our robes and my sister said it wasn't "traditional" or a "real" Thanksgiving if we didn't bother getting dressed up.  So she left and went to her boyfriends place.  My mom and I spent it alone.  She also let the turkey slip off the plate and into the dirty sink by accident.  We still ate it, while sitting on the couch watching t.v.

I have to say- I welcome the return to a relaxed holiday.

Stay tuned for the recap

The RECAP

Let's quickly get to the super duper update:

Halloween looked a little like this- me dressed as a pizza slice.  All of us going to the Edendale for a little night life

taylor as Brian Ferry (Roxy Music)

Justin as a caveman/Matador from the Pickup artist

Me being a cannibal.  Eating a slice at Garage Pizza

Fran had a rad costume.  She dressed up as a sexy gorilla, complete with french lingerie

Taylor had to remove the itchy wig in order to put up with the prison shank

check out the Feris Bueller and Marty McFly

E.T. phone home.  There were actually two Elliots at this party

Survived another Halloween party spree

The following week Annakim hosted a pre-election PEACE Pineapple PIZZA Party.  She has recently shaved her head and invited everyone over to soak up some good vibes.  Let Go 

Jubilee is always looking HOT!

part of the party was in honor of equality for everyone - and NO on prop 8! Everyone should be able to marry whom ever they choose.  So we decided to make a wish as a team and then feed eachother cake.  

girl you'll be a woman soon

Ok, so here is the birthday low down.  I awoke to a call from my dad wishing me a happy birthday.  Which quickly led to him saying I can't believe you still don't have kids, or a family.  Which quickly led to talk of politics and well, you can assume the screaming match that ensued.  That made me a little nauseous.  

Later some of my friends took me out for spicy Szechwan Chinese food, and then to a karaoke spot in little Tokyo.  I had pre-paid for the first hour, assuming we would maybe be there for about two hours.  Um, try 5 hours!  At about 3:15 the guy told us we HAD to go, and that we owed $350 bucks! yikes.

Taylor created this masterpiece with my new invention:the pizza hole.  I've already put a copyright on that gem of an idea.  Who doesn't desire a savory cheesy bite minus the dry crust.  

this is the incredible cake Fran decorated for me!

Travis sang "girl you'll be a woman soon" for my birthday.  Made me blush.

Later he and I did a duet version of Nine Inch Nails "Closer".  Um, that song may have impregnated the ears of all in the room.  It was a bit heavy for the crowd and the small room.  And set the night off in a sexual frenzied direction that may have been too much.

annakim came and killed "white rabbit".  She sang a version that sounded a little like Marlena Dietrich being smothered by Nico while skinning a live rabbit eaten by Ozzy .  It sort of had an exorcist appeal.

Fran and Mickey sang a dirty dancing duet that brought tears to some eyes

Taylor did the best version of Bjork!  She has the bruises on her knees to prove it

Britt (normally despises Karaoke) was bitten by the singing bug.  She was unstoppable after her first song.

Things started to get a little crazy when the Croatian model took his jacket off.  Then it seemed the lights got a little dimmer, more drinks were snuck in, and people started pairing off  (sort of like my 8th grade party)

I hope that whoever got pregnant from attending my party names their next of kin after me!

just friends

Taylor was invited to a costume party this past Saturday, and called me in a panic to see if I could be part of her costume.  Seems her last minute costume decision needed a cohort in crime.  So I had about an hour to channel Lohan to her Ronson.

We started off the evening checking out the new art show at SHOW CAVE!  IT was super rad- scary monsters and stuff.  The show is titled:

 CORN ON THE MACABRE

MATT FURIE / ALBERT REYES / AIYANA UDESEN / DATE FARMERS / SHANNON KELLER / SHIZU SALDAMONDO

then off to the party!  The haunted LAIR.  Check out mickey as the OWL

check out Britney coming to flirt with SAM.  She joked that they were "just friends".  At one point a K-Fed guy was seen in the kitchen, who I threatened I would hook up with if Britney didn't behave

this guy said he wasn't dressed up as mystery from the Vh1 show the pickup artist, HUH!?  What else are you dressed up as?  Dave Navarro? A Stone Temple Pilot?

a...yeah, that's the girl from 16 Candles

Lisa and Cynthia pretended to be the clipboard door girl for the exclusive green room.  Cynth was a supreme groupie.  Well actually she arrived at the party sans costume, because they came straight from an event

after the party we ended up at Garage pizza for late night slices.  It's our new favorite late night spot.

sweet smell of luxury

photos by :taylor brittenham

The other night, the ladies of the DELMORE apt building decided to show out on sunday in numbers. The band WE ARE THE WORLD (members former residents of the apt building) were playing.  For those who've never seen one of their shows- it involves a lot of costumes with insane dance choreography.  

After an all day sidewalk sale (involving some major trades and swaps) and a pre-birthday pedicure from Cynthia (notice my green toes closely)...We were looking for trouble.

Earlier in the day I snapped these of the trashy flappers in training:

look who got a new fancy camera- so she can go PRO

this shot was taken a few days before, after me and taylor forced the neighbor to watch an episode of Vh1's Pick-up artist.  (that show has me hooked- can't look away- like a car crash)  We then decided to apply some of "Mystery's" sure-fire pickup strategies on the crowd at the Cha Cha.  We showed up early and snagged a booth and then proceeded to creep out all the customers with our aggressive moves.  I ended up getting a Glendale Galleria type who asked for my number.  First he told me he liked art.  Especially Van Gogh, and his "night of stars" painting.  I told him I thought it was "starry night" he may be referring to.  Anyway, we successfully managed to max out my tab while discussing the many ways in the future we plan to scam money.  My new look?  Grifters all the way.  You can hide a lot of loot in a trench coat.

Rule number #1  You can't grift a grifter.  Or as my dad likes to say in Mr. Brady speak "you can't fool the fiddler"

we later looted this poor guy's Luxury scented Candle.  

whoops tagged!

I've been tagged by MELISSA GAGGIANO of emjietreasures

 to tell you"six little things about myself"

The rules of the game:
• Link to the person who tagged you.
• Mention the rules.
• Tell six quirky yet boring, unspectacular details about yourself.
• Tag six other bloggers by linking to them.
• Go to each person's blog and leave a comment that lets them know they've been tagged.

HERE GOES...

1.  If I was a boy my dad wanted to name me "Rocky Buzzelli"

2.  When I was around 8, I used to photograph my babysitter talking on the phone with her boyfriend and sneaking drinks out of my parents liquor cabinet and then attempt to blackmail her, so that I could stay up later and watch t.v

3.  I used to bake birthday cakes for John Taylor and Nick Rhodes and bring them to school on their birthdays

4.  I once made up a rollerskating street dance routine to the soundtrack from Xanadu, and would get super upset when neighbors would come home from work and interrupt my moves

5.  In High School my best friend and I were obsessed with James Dean.  We bought every book and watched his movies and joked that maybe we were necrophiliacs.

6.  Once while shopping at a Vintage Expo, Diane Keaton came up to me and said that she loved my outfit and that I had darling boots and style!  (In high school, I went through a very serious Annie Hall period, where I wore most of my father's clothes- lots of Pretty in pink vests -you get the picture)

AND NOW I tag the following BLOGGERS:

http://www.getoffthebus.typepad.com/

http://skinnyglassesgirl.blogspot.com/

http://sheturnsthepages.typepad.com/

http://lainbloom.blogspot.com/

http://thecatalyst.typepad.com/

http://www.subtletyinexcess.blogspot.com/

REVENGE of the Man EATING Scorpios...

BEWARE and PREPARE...

moving too fast for words

this is the blur of activity I've handled the past few weeks: 1./ attended my pal Gitte's birthday, she's from Denmark and throws fun house parties. You may recall the one last year where we all ended up in the pool? And the naked guy fell on a cactus patch? here's me with my old roommate sarah cake she was wearing a latex bondage dress and decided that the pool seemed like a good idea she sort of started a movement towards diving in... when we asked Scheid to score some towels for us, he came back with one dirty kitchen rag about 18 inches long. speaking of Scheid, check out his doppelganger. Looks like Gloria may have some explaining to do try dancing while soaking wet. Pretty fun something about wearing a wet jumper makes me go kinda "whitesnake video" ok so then the following day it's off to Fran's new amazing apt and her BBQ can you believe Fran's good luck? She landed this incredible apartment, with fab tiles and sweet plant gardens after the BBQ we ended up singing karaoke with the bad boys of Han Cholo. We actually walked in to the place while they were singing the Outfield- "I just wanna use your love tonight" and here's Lincoln winning the entire crowd over with Sweet Caroline the next day (Labor Day) was the traditional (new annual) shoot 'em up holiday. Scheid called to tell me that we need to go to the LA GUN Club every Labor Day. Last year we went after a tough breakup. And this year after finding out that my hunch about my ex's infidelities were in fact true- what's a girl to do but go to a Gun Club and work it out. I know I never get too personal on this blog (the original intent was a blog on things that inspire creativity) but occasionally you have to release a bummer post where you reveal that you got taken for a ride by some sleazy director's smoke and mirrors. It's really very roman polanski meets woody allen but without all the talent and fame. fran is getting her gun on. She had pretty good aim. then it's on to last Friday- and the silkscreening event I participated in. It was pretty cool printing things for little kids check out my pal Amber's kid Angelo (in red & hat) with his cool posse frohawk gearing up for a screenprint afterwards we went up to the Hollywood Hills to D.J. and sing KAraoke video games these next ones are a dedication for mr. scheid (who I'm going to get at the airport tomorrow) who ever said a dog is a "man's best friend" Also this week we went to the NYLON 90210 party at the Roosevelt. It was kinda over the top. Lots of L.A people dying to get in. Cynthia and I watched while PAris Hilton got asked to have her picture taken with a bunch of people. It was sort of like she was the Grand Canyon like a scenic site or a wax figure that people just wanted to prove they visited. I felt bad for her really. Also in attendance- LC from the hills and Mk olsen- and lot of other super skinny minnies. Saturday night, we went over to Culver City to see the new Kyle Field show at Taylor de Cordoba gallery. It was amazing! And it seems that we may have discovered where some cute smart boys hang out. here's Fran listening to a rad painting/collage with sound then it was up to the NEW Show CAVE show in Echo Park. The whole space was filled to the brim with drawings and videos. A nice creepy angry art vibe. Considering that a crazy drive-by shooting took place the monday before- the scene was a bit edgy. Don Bowles from the Germs played music at the art show (and Nora Keyes sang lead) after that we went by the Hyperion Tavern...where we noticed that the men's bathroom had a nice peep hole for spying, or posing

thanks buddy

I've been busy with my remodel/repainting in my apartment, but wanted to stop and say THANKS for all the sweet comments lately on the blog.  I've been receiving some nice feedback & meeting some new folks on the moldy doily.

I would also like to say thanks to all of you who came over to my comic book signing- in NYC, and L.A. and to those who ventured over to my art show in Chicago.  And of course another thanks to those who went out and bought the latest FLAUNT cover with my art on it!  Always nice to wake up and read responses to things posted.

XOXO

As soon as I get the place in order, I promise to start posting more things for sale on my website 

when you lose the passport, can't remember your name, need help finding the hotel...

who you gonna call? My dear pal David Scheid has finally received the recognition he deserves as an all around "good guy" and tour manager extraordinaire. in his defense this photo was taken when I forced him to model one of my ebay ensembles The latest issue of FADER magazine features a sweet article about him and his righteous blog: wheres the hotel I like that both of our magazine issues are next to each other at circus of books. Side by side Flaunt and Fader. (while at the Farmer's market Fran and I noticed that my cover of Flaunt was sitting pretty next to James Franco's GQ issue) Anyway- if you haven't ever checked out his blog, crawl out from under that rock and do yourself a favor. He posts about his life on the road with bands, wicked rants on things misspelled, crazy news of the weird and shows pics of places you may never get to see. I like that he posts about things that would normally get someone in hot water with the boss. When his book on being a kick ass tour manager gets sold and made into a movie, the scandal meter is gonna go up. That's why I'm glad that I've known him since way before the GLORY, and have VHS footage of him as a young hot bleached blonde Bowie-like babe walking my 1st shop's fashion show- For a pretty penny you can own yourself a dubbed copy. Set your price and we can negotiate the details.

She's B A C K

Guess who's back from TOUR? Miss cindy survived half the summer driving a band around. Probably the best cure for anyone who thinks a boy in a band is the way to go. We spent our Sat. night going to a party in Echo Park with our pal Ravi. He took most the pictures (tons and tons ) which I've chosen to edit. Afterwards we went to a late night Thai place til the wee hours of the night. Fran woke me up for the early farmer's market Sunday ritual. A mere 4 hours of sleep was all that was had. Check out the new pom pom flowers she scored. Later we ate a nice Chinese meal with her folks visiting from Oakland

she comes in colors...

My friend Annakim recently played dress up, and had her makeup done like a rainbow warrior. She also had the perfect outfit for the occasion...her brand new Alexander McQueen Butterfly print dress. She said although it cost and arm and a leg, she plans on wearing it to her colorful wedding. That's one wedding, btw, that I don't want to miss. The man that matches her palette is going to fly off the color chart. He will be one part nocturnal glampire, one part dandy, one part forest fairy, one part musician, and the rest pure animal- or snake?

everytime you go away

Taylor holding up the book that David gave her, wise words from a man who has spent most every day on the road, with some band. The inside cover reads...(Whenever you need a reminder that it can always get worse) For those who may think that is negative thinking, alas, it is simply funny and entertaining.

A lot of my good friends are leaving for almost the entire summer! What gives? What am I gonna do when the jobs settle down and I have so much free time to kill? Who is gonna dance with me to bad music? And since when did everyone and their mother become involved in TOURING rock gigs anyhow? Geez. We threw a little send off party for David and Taylor. Both are going on the road. Miss Cynthia is already on the road til AUGUST!! I informed my friends about the Olsen Twins, and the celeb insider tip that whenever they are about to get photographed they supposedly say "PRUNE" Kinda looks exactly like them, huh? Maybe more Keira Knightly? We left the bar scene and headed to Sara CAKE's birthday party. She was wearing her signature Bias cut handmade evening gown with train. Which will probably be torn later in a doorway. the party was on a balcony, with a lovely cake and lots of trashy flappers Late LAte we ended up at a Diner eating cherry pie a la mode with sides of french fries. The good life.

Just Hitched

Introducing the new Mrs Benjamin. The couple were married by her Daddy up in Mammoth with a heavenly view and dreamy snowflakes. That's right real SNOWflakes! It was incredible leaving L.A. and driving 7500 feet high up where the air is fresh and clear. We all stayed in a sweet cabin that was saddled up near a lake and tiny fishing boats. On the way down the mountain we ended up driving though a cute place called LONE PINE where we stopped for breakfast and to grab a few gem stone rare finds This little diner was closed, but it was shaped like a Merry Go Round Fran convinced me to buy these new Mystery Doritos. The gimmick is YOU gotta guess the flavor, and bag says..."that's only the beginning" Trust me (and my tongue) Yuck. If I could best describe, it was like a fruity burst of Buttermilk weirdness tingling your tastebuds. Oh by the way, the BEST BEEF JERKY stand was also a bust. The whole place was reminiscent of a Law and Order episode about to happen. I think that the sad chicken coup out back was a nice warning. Gaby liked that this pic made it seem like we had always hung out and drank coffee at this bar while watching Regis and Kelly. Sort of a Northern Exposure Twin Peaks sort of place

sunday shower

MATT and VIV: CONGRATS! They are not only getting married, but VIV is also pregnant with a baby BOY. The happy couple held their big Bridal shower at the lovely Moroccan 1920's Hotel Figueroa dowtown. It was lovely, and later this week they will be getting hitched officially near June Lake by her daddy. I think it will be fun hanging out in cabins with tiny boats and good friends. We couldn't help lounging in the sun drinking pretty cocktails and eating luscious desserts and exploring the amazing place. This is the same hotel I went on my 2nd date with Mr. P and also caught the wedding bouquet of my pal Donita. If you have never been to this gorgeous Hotel, you need to get over there this summer and hang out by the pool at least once! (I snagged a few of these from Viv's pics)

fancy glancy

Don't tell a soul, but Mr. C.Glancy is officially a year older.
The man behind the Monument Snowboard deal, and photographer whiz had a birthday party (on a Monday night) that filled the BAR.

the evening involved some drinks, some dancing and meeting up with some old friends I haven't seen in a long time. Overall we learned two things that night, Glancy is popular, and The Bar seems to bring out the worst in Fran and I. Scheid was bummed that I didn't give him the head's up that Glancy was a fashion photographer. Cause where there's a photographer there has to be a gang of models.

running down a dream

Yesterday while working at the shop my friend Annakim called and invited me to the Troubadour to see her dad play. The show was going to mark the 30 year anniversary and reunion of his old band, and was set to be a big deal! As the sun was setting, we ladies climbed into her hybrid wagon of wares. (she has a stuffed taxidermy back there, a huge butterfly kite, a beaded dragon etc...) We were excited and the warm air outside was sort of perfectly magical.

mindy wearing a glitter jumpsuit and her new beaded shrimp necklace

the smaller venue was very cozy and seemed like the audience was filled with family and ultimate fans

we all danced wildly to the music, obviously annakim more so than others. She was gyrating enough to shake the balcony and screaming FREE BIRD at times.

for the record, you are not allowed to take pics at the shows nor have a camera. So that's why these are dark and sneaky

sweet picture of annakim all sweaty and childhood friend whose dad also played with her father. My mom is English and her favorite Beatle was George. She is going to swoon when she gets a look at how handsome his son is too.

the POWER of platinum blonde

The shows continue this week (6 in a row all SOLD OUT) pretty amazing. If you can still find a ticket it's worth it. Lots of pretty country psychedelic songs and witty between song banter. Plus some rad Dylan covers!

After the show we somehow ended up at Crazy Girls. Where you also are not permitted to take pics.

cherry bomb

annakim requested ACDC and proceeded to upstage some of the ladies at work. She said she would like to do an amateur night there. We made some fast friends and then headed off to the 101 Cafe for late night food

cruising the sunset strip on a friday night while blasting FLASH GORDON soundtrack, and ACDC

showing off my hippie angel sleeves after a long night

Ouch, my head.

Last night was my old friend Ravi's birthday. We have been pals for a long time. His friend offered up his luxurious pad in the Hills to host a last minute dance party. So Cynthia and I fetched some records and we drove up to the land of the rich. The view was insane! Imagine a panoramic sky view of the entire lit up city, pushed up beyond the deep backyard and palm trees. The 60's style home had an entire glass window back, and a full stacked bar. Which will later bring up a few regrets.
The decor was beyond minimal. I may have to apprentice under this guy and see how it is possible to have a shelf with NOTHING on it. I mean, it that possible? Where does the mail go?

After dancing til about 2:30, we all ended up in the jacuzzi. Not sure how I was coerced in there, but glad I was. That lasted til about 4. *Also not recommended, unless you want to feel flush and dizzy.
Considering I had stopped eating at about 1 p.m. earlier that day, I was ready for some bed. But no, party time Cynthia and birthday boy begged "more dance party"

Here we go again. The double punch in the face

hot stuff

Scheid bores easy at these affairs. I found him staring out at the landscape, surrounded by tiki torches like an episode of SURVIVOR. he left before the crazy

this is where the party started. Do not judge us by this photo, if you were there, you too would have taken advantage of the hot tub on the hill dangling over the city scape. You may not have done high kicks in the water, (which I am forbidden from posting)

So then we all ended up on awesome patio furniture staring at the stars for some more hours. Enter the potato chips. At about 5:30, Fran begged us to leave, she had to wake up and cut someone's hair by 9 a.m. We crept down the Hollywood Hills toward home and ran into a few coyotes on the prowl. Did I mention that the sun was already coming up. Ouch, my head.
Georgie said I am grounded.

that's a.m.

Solid Gold Sunday

My horoscope on Sunday said something about working way too hard lately and needing to socialize. It also mentioned that work could resume the next day, so stop being so hard on yourself.
So with that in mind...

my dear friends assisted me in many many joyful toasts and boxes of old 45's, and a nostalgia dance party that ended with Cynthia in the splits and me arriving back to my warm bed at 5:37 a.m.

these are my prized SOLID Gold boots that I scored in Miami when at the Art Basel. I promised myself if I sold some art I would buy them, for a mere $12 dollars SCORE

what other D.J. in town can take "You should hear how she talks about you" by Melissa Manchester and follow it up with the Thompson Twins, The Hooters, Rick Springfield and a New Edition breakdown? Did I mention the extended remixes by Howard Jones?

Weirdly enough the horoscope never mentioned that 6 intense hours of drinking,and dancing, diving onto your knees and spinning, and over 50 high David Lee Roth Kicks would result in sleeping til around 1 p.m. the following day.

P.S. the night ended with the entire Pretty in Pink Soundtrack. Nothing like a Smiths song to send you home

if at all possible, sleep less, make more

I spent most of my Easter Sunday working on art projects in my apartment. For those of you who don't already know...I am currently collaborating with VANS shoes on a line! It's a dream job working with cool women. The art/fashion collaboration will hit malls and shops nationwide in FALL 2009, and I am psyched. (is it obvious I've been hanging out with Scheid too many days in a row??)
Speaking of good pals, I'll be driving him to the airport at 5:30 a.m. tomorrow. Ouch

On Easter I met up for a coffee break with the ladies, Annakim in my favorite dress ever...

and her fab bedazzled snake bracelets

Miss K.K. also in her Easter dress best

and of course the lovely Fran

I took pics of myself wearing one of Miss Petrosa's DAISY necklaces- (note the circles under my eyes due to lack of sleep and long nights)

the 85 degree view from my firescape, sorry family in Ohio. It's been pleasantly warm here

Afterwards Cynthia, Fran, David and I headed to Monterey Park for spicy Szechwan fish.
I would regret this burning later.

Back to the drawing board

P.S. Did I mention that on Monday, the seeds I planted at the Equinox party started sprouting already?
That's right- my good fortune, creativity and LOVE are bursting

if it was still like it was, if we were still young

If you were still here, I would call you on the phone and wish you H A P P Y Birthday. You would tell me funny stories and make me laugh. We would wonder when we could meet up again, and hang out. And when we did you would lay out all of your fabulous new clothing finds and inform me of all the latest trends and music I need to buy.

Your adventurous spirit so much greater than most.
You had a way of making me do things I was afraid of trying.

I miss you pal. I will not forget your voice, the way you folded notes, the hundreds of letters and envelopes decorated with art and stickers addressed to me.
We shall meet again someday, and til then I live my life to the fullest because of you

the new you

Last night I attended an Equinox party for ladies only. That's right, SPRING has sprung and the Vernal Equinox (like the Autumnal Equinox) is a time of balance. These are the days we welcome the light and plant new seeds towards the magical things we want to manifest in the future. According to some legends this time also reflects upon the past and atoning for the mis-deeds of our previous year. Letting go of the things no longer useful or productive to our happiness. Viv and I brought along our good intentions and nestled in the backyard of her friend Eva. The trees dangled candle lanterns and the ground was strewn with pillows and blankets. I wish I had my camera on hand to capture the pretty scene.
We all sat around and wrote down the things we needed to let go of in order to secure our future good times. Remember this time is all about:
rebirth
renewal
resurrection
liberation
letting go
sacrifices
choices
responsibility for actions
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Sure it's all on the new age side, but aren't you ready to surrender to fate?
It was an exciting feeling watching everyone throw pieces of their past in a burning bucket. It honestly made me want to rush home and box up a lot of my silly clutter and donate it pronto.
According to our friend it's a great time for Spring Cleaning - emotionally and otherwise.

*I can't wait to share all of the exciting news and projects that I've been working on with all of you!

good thing you never invested in forever

Change
Changes
Going backward in order to move forward.
I've had an out of body experience this weekend. Well, more like an emotional punch to the stomach. I can only say that whatever doesn't kill me is definitely gonna make me stronger. As a Scorpio sometimes I feel like a real Phoenix bursting from the ashes. So many slates in my life have been getting wiped clean the past few months, new things around every corner. As a fixed sign sometimes that terrifies me, and yet the thrill of not knowing is what makes the sick and excited feeling grow into a giant flower that I imagine sprouting from my chest. Whoa that was pure poetry.

Be on the lookout for the new and improved SHOW PONY coming at the end of March.
In the meantime I am still making progress in my space. Grey Gardens be gone and good friends replace them

Check out the boots on ebay or sale! Handpainted by artist MARTHA RICH-remember the book I posted on called FREEDOM WIGS?

I'm also selling this rad CHAR handpainted leather bohemian jacket. These sweet things sell at the ROSE BOWL for like $800- $1200 sometimes

click to go onto the ebay page.
Ebay store

look up look forward

Tonight while driving home I witnessed the lunar eclipse. Slowly, ever so slowly the fingernail moon forming under a whole lilac circle. I was in a hurry with destiny to get home in time to change and make it to Annakim's bewitching party. You see, according to astrological lore, on the evening of the lunar eclipse if you write down everything you want to manifest and force out the things that no longer suit you, POW! it can come to light. So on my way out the door, running late, I made it to the car only to hear Annakim's dad singing "Free Falling" What a strange magical moment.
The evening was coated in good intentions. Towers of candy and luxurious treats, including a massive unicorn cake. As the ladies slowly showed up, we all piled on makeup and took turns pouring "sacred glitter powder" over our heads, sort of a baptism.
Sure it seems weird to you, and yet in the moment I was willing to believe in anything. I surrendered my cynicism at the door and embraced the not knowing.
We sat in a circle and took turns narrating a goblin rainbow book, every page re-imagined by a new participant. And then we ventured to the roof where we stared at the final stages of the moon phase. In a flash it was to be all gone. We decided to dance holding hands and singing "She's Like A Rainbow" loudly til the energy took over the entire room. Any awkwardness replaced by a sense of true understanding and loyalty towards each other that this moment was somehow significant to all included.
When the pizza man arrived I can only imagine what he must have witnessed through that large window, Screaming glitter raccoon eyed ladies rocking out in a ceremonial ritual. We then sat around in a circle while Annakim read:

The Death of Lovers by Charles Baudelaire

We shall have beds full of subtle perfumes,
Divans as deep as graves, and on the shelves
Will be strange flowers that blossomed for us
Under more beautiful heavens.

Using their dying flames emulously,
Our two hearts will be two immense torches
Which will reflect their double light
In our two souls, those twin mirrors.

Some evening made of rose and of mystical blue
A single flash will pass between us
Like a long sob, charged with farewells;

And later an Angel, setting the doors ajar,
Faithful and joyous, will come to revive
The tarnished mirrors, the extinguished flames.
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After that we sat in a circle and wrote out what we saw for our futures. The things we wanted to happen and then talked about what we hoped to kick out of our minds.

Things are gonna change, I can feel it.

Oh, but I know what will make you smile tonight

The gang headed out to Dublab's GIVE UP event at La Cita. They really sell the night with the slogan, "Stop dancing and cry, and then slowly start dancing again". We conquered the dance floor (well we were the only fools dancing...) Upon entering the place D.J. Michael Stock had Pavement playing :
i was dressed for success
but success it never comes
and i'm the only one who laughs
at your jokes when they are so bad
and your jokes are always bad
but they're not as bad as this

come join us in a prayer
we'll be waiting waiting where
everything's ending here
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Not even the music could turn our smiles down

happy birthday glampire

Miss Annakim Violette officially turned into a glampire, and hosted a birthday shindig down at Bordello. It was the perfect spot for her Cockette/Vampire Glam themed birthday. There are dim red lights, Tapestry high back chairs, and a stage to die for! Seriously that stage looks like a trashy flapper mermaid lair.

The ladies got all made-up and then went downtown for some dancing and divine surreal cake. Memorable moment when Annakim said "This year's cake is the best one yet, even better than the time I got the Shining Jack Nicholson cake where his face is busting between the door". (That huge unicorn party one was pretty good too) The late night seemed sort of like a blur that ended in a limo heading back to Annakim's place for gift opening and pizza.

**Check out ViVs pics, she has a better camera and is a pro shutterbug:

the late night limo ride back to the Monarch Mansion

Another Sleepless Sunday

I have to say thanks to all of my great blogger fans who actually wrote comments recently or came out to the ROSE BOWL to support my declutter cause. Getting up at 4:30 a.m. after a night out with lady friends is not an easy feat. We rented a SANFORD and SON beat down U-haul that had a combo SOPRANOS advertisement with graffitti. My toes were frozen til about 11 a.m. But on the plus side, the weather in L.A. later reached a nice 80 degrees and folks were in a buying mood.

I lucked out and had the sweet spot corner over the bridge on the vintage side. The timeless beauty Marisa Tomei came by our booth, she looked even better in person.

I was excited that this cute girl with headband scored my favorite gypsy glitter gown

Emma & her pal came by to liven up our booth, as per our tradition! They had maximum cuteness

we were stalking this rad Japanese family because they were so cute! The mom and dad were so fashionable and their kid was running around the booths in her embroidered hippie dress

annakim in wonderland

perhaps the best fashion statement of the day? This lil one who said" do you wanna see them closed?

or OPEN!?"

this picture is my absolute proof that I have come a long way from my hoarding days. Had I seen this emerald bedazzled 20's costume in the past, I would have found a way to take it home. Instead the new me simply snapped a pic of it and let it sway in the shade.

Here's some of the goods from my stash that didn't sell- FEEL FREE to Contact me to make them yours

1. The kinky couple statue (do not ask how or where this 60's joy of sex statue came into my life)
asking $20 bucks for them

2. the big eyed painting from my dressing room. Have had this baby since the early 90's! make me any offer

3. the psychedelic mannequin- she needs some love- has no arms $20

4. pale pink flapper dress with loads of fringe- has some seam flaws- but orig from an old Paramount Movie house $40

5. 70's repro PICASSO needlepoint picture Make me an offer?

6. Piles of shoes

7. The Reclining Nude Needlepoint-

8. random crazy:

9. The 100 year old doll with painted face and victorian bloomers and shredded goth dress

10. the darling mirror

** There are also the BIG RED store Wardrobe cases!!

Afterwards we all went out to Monterey Park to eat spicy Chinese food. I collapsed shortly after.

Your it...

My lovely friend and fellow Scorpio blogger Amy Lou has just tagged me online. Because I am sitting watching my cat slowly fight falling asleep on my pillow, and L.A. is exceptionally sunny and warm for this time of year, and my window is wide open and I love my apartment and the free time my occupation? allows me- I will do my best to do her justice with my answers:
First off- when you are tagged by a fellow blogger- you must site the rules of the game:
and link up to the tagger.

For those of you who have never had the pleasure of meeting Amy Lou in person, let me give you the rundown

1.) she has eyes more radiant and blue than any you will ever see- a color reminiscent of rare ocean waters- perhaps she was the one that Jon Erik Hexum donated his eyes to when he died?
2. She is fiercely loyal and dedicated to absolute unconditional love with her pals
3. She will make a mental note of anything you mention and annonymously mail you a care package with a book, or c.d. or shirt she thinks you would like
4. She can knit the most unique scarves and things
5. She knows more about things than you, like who is a good doctor, where to get your pants hemmed, news stories etc...
6. She plants a mean garden
7. She has an amazing creative and lovely family.
8. She just survived living in a haunted house!
9. Her cooking skills are amazing
10. She can talk me under the table, which is a nearly impossible task

ifthebirdsknew

1. Link to your tagger and post these rules on your blog.
2. Share 5 facts about yourself on your blog, some random, some weird.
3. Tag 5 people at the end of your post by leaving their names as well as links to their blogs.
4. Let them know they are tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.

The FACTS about me:

1. First the weird: I was born without a tendon in my pinky finger on the right hand, so my pinky is always bent. I heard Einstein had both his pinkies like that, hmm Just sayin'. When I was younger one of my boyfriends refused to hold that hand, he said it freaked him out. My harp teacher in the 6th grade said it made me have the perfect hand gesture for playing.

2. I broke my back in the 3rd grade sled riding. Some boys built a 4-5 ft high ramp in the local park down a steep hill. They dared me or my friend to try it first. I took the dare and flew over the ramp- airborne- and landed with the wind knocked out of me. My parents didn't take me to the hospital til day 3, where they were informed that I had broken 2 vertebrates and fractured one and was nearly paralyzed. I stayed in the hospital for over 3 weeks.

3. I have an obsession with magazines. I have always loved looking at them, saving them, cutting things out of them, and the covers. I especially loved the original Interview matte paper excessively large covers, of Francesco Clemente, Isabella Rossellini etc... I also love to find painting inspiration in foreign HOME magazines. Often when I see a good wallpaper or painted gate, I think of compositional qualities for backgrounds.

4. I hate returning phone calls. I don't like sitting still on the phone and must pace around my apt. My mother had a similar affliction and would write "THE END" over and over and over on mail left on the kitchen counter. I don't like confrontations either.

5. I started a t-shirt design business out of my parents garage at age 8. I used to make these drawings on iron-on transfer paper. I would take orders and then use the tshirts from my papa's bank to print them on. I was also way into peeling crayons into RORSCHACH like patterns and then placing a piece of paper over them and ironing them to make pretty prints. I have the iron scar on my knee to prove this.
My moment of failure came when I drew a word in rainbow print only to have it come out backwards on the shirt.

BONUS ** and now for the TOP 5 things that really bum me out: (Besides Bush in office and War- and the situation in New Orleans...and the obvious)

1. MAYO- Ick! Probably the ony person from the midwest who despises the condiment
2. people who put cigarette butts in glasses with liquids still in them
3. People who walk really slow in front of me
4. silverfish- those creepy fast slippery lil greyish bugs that lunch on paper and silk
5. VEINS. Can't stand the sight of them. Can't give blood, can barely stand a blood pressure test

* I am tagging the following people:

Viv at TarnishedLady
D Scheid- Thisishappeningtome
regina over at team drenik : TEAM Drenik
Ann Do over at : / OwleyPatrol
Spears over at / Carnageknockout.

Day three

It's taken me this long to recover. The last day of 2007, I helped move a piano onto a balcony. On an empty stomach I prepared party trays and hung colorful lights from trees. Then without much primping, it was New Year's Eve, and I had spoken to no one about my plans. I had forgotten how fast time passes. I had a few glasses of champagne and watched an empty house take on way too much energy. I also took in the best 365 degree view of Los Angeles. I spent most of the night wandering around people watching.

This entire week had been spent trying to complete tasks and rid myself of the riff raff in my life. I had plotted out my new method of organizing, and was all set to step into 2008 prepared.
I had my daily organizer, the shelves cleared and the reference books to set me off in the right direction.

So, Jan 1, came and went. I spent it cuddled up in my bed with my cat. Unable to move forward, and yet contemplating the many moments of the past year. It was a rough one, but patched up with positivity.
This new year ahead is gonna be good. I can feel it. I'm not going to make any new year resolutions, but rather just embark on the DOING it part. As my friend Cynthia said, "who needs to sit around and talk about what you're gonna change or start doing..." just get busy and start now.
I must apologize for my delay in posting the past few days...& confess that I've been pre-occupied watching my cat pose on my clean vanity. He sits there like a sphinx cat, paws curled under staring at his own reflection and occasionally out the window. His cuteness overwhelms me

The line to the restroom

look who welcomed their new year's day in a serious love hug
Kutmah and his buddy Georgie Boy

Tonight we had a celebration supper for surviving the wrath of the new year's party.

it's Becca's last night in town, before she skips back to NYC

I've been TAGGED...

my fellow online blogger behind " my love for you is a stampede of horses" just tagged me and ask that i answer the following four q's. so here goes...

1. what's the story behind the name of your blog and your nickname?

Well, I have an affection for all things disintegrating and decaying, especially when caused by an intense love for that item or years of use. I especially am attracted to the sight of knit doilies and their fragile web like quality. I have a vast array of tattered doilies and beaded 20's sashes and such and decided that this blog would orignally be based on the love objects I shall no longer covet...but share with someone. I had thought it would be the perfect way for me to release my obsessive desire to purchase things I do not need to collect and rather document them for inspiration to others with the same affliction.
Of course than the MOLDY DOILY became a bit personal and not only about the objects that inspire desire
I have a few nicknames but most of them are sort of inside jokes or too silly to mention here. So mums the word on those.

2. Why did you start blogging in the first place?

Well, my friend David (Thisishappeningtome) is a busy tour manager for musicians, and was always on the road having interesting adventures and started a blog so that we could all travel with him. His awesome posts and complaints about life on the road made me realize that I'd love to share what I'm up to creatively with strangers as well as friends. I thought it would be a great way to post on things that I found fascinating and see if other people felt the same way. I guess I also always liked researching things, and scouring books and magazines for new and intriguing stimiuli and the blog world has blown that up bigger.

3. What has been your best blogging related experience? What about the worst?

There have been so many positives- here's a little recap of them
1. Once posted a favorite quote of famed 60's Photographer NAT FINKELSTEIN on my site, (he was the "the" photographer for the Velvet Underground, Edie, NICO, WARHOL, etc...) anyway- he wrote me and asked "did I really say that?" ha ha. I told him the book source in Japan that I located the quote and then we became online friends. He even signed a copy of his amazing full color picture book on EDIE for me.
2. I have met countless creative artists simply because they noticed a post on themself and wanted to thank me personally.
3. ALL-time HAPPY moment, when Faye from the Cockettes wrote to me about my blog post on the COCKETTES movie andmy remarking on her fashion genius (I also showed my paintings inspired by their style) Anyway she asked if she could use the painting for her site. WOW.
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WORST experience?
1. First month of blogging I wrote a heartfelt entry and long story about the death of fashion icon RHINESTONE queen Mrs. Nudie (of the Nudie Suit famed family) I posted a link to their blog and told of all the times I encountered their bedazzled suits while working as a high-end vintage buyer...they wrote me an email telling me that everything was copyrighted and that all images would have to be paid for. It was my first real blogging bummer and I deleted the entry. I always thought that it was strange that someone wouldn't want the legacy of their family to be reposted, but have since learned that you have to be careful.
2. Um, Another early blogging negative would have to be that I had no idea how many people GOOGLE themselves. I had gone to a party and photographed pics of my friend who happens to be an actor. He wasn't supposed to be throwing a party at the house he was sitting for WELL the actress who owned the home- googled herself and linked it my page documenting the drama. Yikes...Needless to say, learned a painful lesson on that one too.

** I will say that when I started the blog I decided that no matter what I would try to maintain a positive happy vibe and not complain too much or rant about things I don't like. I think that has helped me stay clear of bitter comments as well.

4. What do you think will happen to your blog in 2008?

Well, I think it will debut as a cartoon... no just kidding. I am hoping that I become more computer savvy and take it to the next level. I have little skills in the computer arts area- and would love to make better pages and fonts. I want to steer back to posting mainly on fashion/art inspirational things and keep my obsession with my cat's huge head to a minimum. What can I say the fans dig him.

I am also going to try to vow to carpe diem more often- and really make more and more art
I am tagging my pals:
TARNISHED LADY
and Orchid Killer

(carasan knit design)

(photos c. by thequeenofcolour.com)

Holiday Circuit

HAPPY HOLIDAYS FROM OUR FAMILY TO YOURS...

Ok, I'll admit "our family" may have been borrowed, allright...paid for. We needed a rental family unit and fast, and these cool kids agreed. I thought this card was appropriate retalliation for all of the times my father wondered why I'm not married with kids yet.

It's been a real whirlwind this past week, hitting Christmas party after party.
Who knew my friends were so good at hosting these shindigs? I started off the season at my friend Nina's newly remodeled Victorian home. Imagine entering a giant foyer with 24 foot high ceilings and an old fashioned bike basket loaded with Xmas lights. Then on the middle stair landing a big silver tree sheltering piles of presents. Tables of cheese spreads and olives, and rooms full of candles...Ah the life.

Jasmine, the hostess with the most-ess made the party magic. Serving up snacks and decking the halls

did I mention that Brittzy and I were the only two people there who don't cut and coif hair?

Alice trying to prove she doesn't look good in photos...um WHAT!???

you may notice us bundled up, well old old old houses don't pack the heat in

my gift

for every painting of mine you see here, translate a lovely hairdoo trade

heavy metal maiden time

GOOD TIMES GOOD TIMES

GIRLS GONE Mild?

we snacked out trashy flapper selves right on outta there.

The next day was reserved for another Holiday party, which I unfortunately forgot to bring the camera for. I hit it at the tale end, but was impressed with the musicians playing holiday songs and amazing vocalists. Last night we attended funny lady Cheri's party. This is our official 4th invitation to her annual shindigs and they're always packed with fun people and festive foods. This year her theme was "Night of the 7 Fishes". An Italian deal. There were crabcakes, fresh tuna tar tar, ginger black cod, sweet encrusted salmon, caviar, spicy sushi yellowtail, and a mystery fish.
Look at Mr. P and his brother- do they look like family or what?

this was the serious G.Q. shot

Jennifer and Cheri

like a scene out of the L-word...

Ricki looking amazing

I met my gold glamour twin at the party

Ken and his sleek jawline. He loved my Xmas card and kept asking where I'm keeping my kids

bats in the bell jar

I ventured downtown to see my friend Annakim's new ART studio. Her wild walls and taxidermy animals trapped in glitter and glass create an art asylum. Her haunted house of creative ideas seem coated in magic fairie dust.

I love the way she casually discusses her headless painted bats and her intention to replace them with doll faces. Where else can you see a purple painted skeleton lounging on a puckered lip couch? Imagine stumbling upon this scene without any previous explaination

the longest weekend...

Sometimes the darkness hanging around in the air too early will make a sane person go sad.
I like to pride my neurotic spells on being a part of my overall kooky & creative existance. This was one of those weekends where out of no where you are reminded that you are human, and often alone in your decision making skills. Sometimes I forget that time is moving at an accelerated speed and my lists of things to do will never actually be done.

The other side of me likes to stay in on a Saturday night with girlfriends comforted by wine and an 80's movie. I was about to use the word "bad" in front of 80's movie, but truth be told RECKLESS on VHS is one of my alltime favorite good movies. It was written and directed by Chris Columbus- in his early years (well before HARRY POTTER, Goonies, Gremlins 1 &2, Only the Lonely, and countless others)
It features a very young Daryl Hannah as a cheerleader opposite outsider rebel Aidan Quinn. Sort of a West Side Story so to speak, but with a lot more full frontal nudity plus an amazing soundtrack (Kids in America- Never say NEver by Romeo Void, and tons and tons of early INXS)
I know almost every line in the movie, but for my friends sake refrained from reciting it verse for verse.

It perhaps seemed like the longest weekend of procrastination in my life. I was compelled to do nothing. I couldn't even pretend to muster motivation. And yet somehow by Sunday, I was stronger for it. The fleamarket on fairfax introduced cynthia , fran and I to a deceased jewelry maker who be fell in love with. We all bought a piece of his remaining creations and walked around talking ourselves out of buying things.

check out the coyote bones on this thing!

Later we seemed like old ladies sitting at Astro Family Restaurant eating our beige and yellow meals. My plate propped on top of the newspaper. We laughed at how yesterday seemed like ages ago. It was nice sipping coffee and being bland. I had contemplated that somehow the surge of hormones from my surgery had triggered a midlife crisis, (like in When Harry Met Sally, and she breaks down cause someday 8 years from now she'll be 40) You know when sometimes your not sure if your on the right page, and all you need is a good friend to say, "You are amazing" ? Well we said that back and forth til it all made more sense.

Today I took the piggy bank that Justin bought for me at Pioneer Market (it was this local grocery store that had shelves of great Tijuana ceramic banks, and unfortunately closed down for good), and cracked it open. It was a little heartbreaking actually. In my mind those 6 years of loose change had heaped into a pile of about $300-500 dollars. Surely it must- but alas at the old coinstar my total was a meager $48.

I thought it was my secret vacation fund. I think I'll try to re-purpose the ELMO remains in honor of the ol' hood.

Look who seems to reap all of the love

Did I mention after my strange introspective weekend-I had a reading revealation? I read the entire new Patrick DeWitt book, "Help Yourself Help Yourself", and realized the genius of his words. Quote from a review on his book..."Finally a book of etiquette for the dishonest and self-medicated. Patrick DeWitt is frank, unflinching, and very very funny as he takes twelve steps towards the abyss."

Good stocking stuffer for the crabby, apathetic, gluttonous one on your X-mas list.

I like that the intro by the author states bluntly:

"Help yourself help yourself: because nobody wants to take care of you. Because do you know howdisgusting you are? For a fee and the promise of future friendship, I will tell you. And I like you right back; after all I am disgusting too."

get yer copy at FAMILY bookstore on FAIRFAX (L.A.) today.

THANKS Pal!

Tis the day to give thanks. That's right, the day to give thanks that you aren't forced to sit around a table with your entire family ranting and complaining. (Oh the days of my dad bitching about the gravy tasting like nothing and the turkey being too dry!) I give thanks that I live in L.A. in a cool old building with awesome lady friends who love to eat and drink and watch funny movies. I've been invited to spend my Thanksgiving day, like an orphan at other peoples' homes, (probably serving better quality food) but chose to hang out all day with my cozy crew of women.

I used to be a vegetarian til I met Mr. P. My previous Thanksgiving holidays reserved for tofurkeys and wholesome bean spreads. He has ventured back to the midwest to hang out with his family, where he called from yesterday to say it's freezing and he can see his breath in the air.

This little get-up would be great for a midwest Thanksgiving party- just think of all the fun you could have while keeping warm in your new turkey felt costume.

HIT n RUN repeat offender

Those super rad kids over at Hit n- Run have silkscreened their sweet asses off on countless occasions. This past weekend they wanted to celebrate their anniversary & give some back. If you showed up at the Crash Mansion wearing your favorite Hit and Run t-shirt, you got in for free and were handed a blank free T to get printed. The place was huge and filled to capacity with happy fans holding their freebie. I contributed an image of georgie boy, which they printed for people in neon bubblegum pink. I'll try to get Viv to send me some of her pics of people dancing in georgie boy prints.

They set up fun photo booth corners where people could press a button and take 4 snaps. Of course all of my friends got in on this numerous times.

I was lucky enough to meet (Hit and Run ) Brandy's mom. She was adorable and confessed that she always requests my artwork on t-shirts. He told me later that she even gushed to his grandmother that she met the artist Kime Buzzelli. Made my night. Good to know that even though my own father is super unimpressed with my artwork, other parents adore it.

matt and viv in action

sweethear Jazzy showing some love

GASLAMP Killer and KUTMAH

THE SCORPIO SAGA continues...

The list goes on and on- my fellow SCORPIO companions who are celebrating birthdays this month. Can it possibly be that most of the ladies I mingle with are SCORPIOS??
Miss Franny threw a Karaoke Shindig this past Sat. in Lil Toyko. You may recall Mr. P in past rants declaring his hated for the singing sensation. Something irks him about the way it's not really musical- nor inclusive for the party.
Right.
So let's cut to him on stage every single song doing Sinatra, musical theatre or a rock ballad out of his range (Come Sail Away). In fact, he went on stage even when it wasn't his turn and elbowed his way into grabbing the second mike. Bummer for the rest of the party. It may have had something to do with the flask of Scotch he stowed away in my purse?

Alas, when he found out that each song was a DOLLAR- this was his reaction...

*MAY I REMIND YOU at this point he had sang approx. 38 songs!

NOTICE how the Birthday Girl tries to edge her way into singing a little song along side the Powerhouse

At this point in the evening, Mr. P had taken over the entire night. So it was only fair for me to get up and sing Billy Joel's BIG SHOT. Except I changed the words to : "Because you had to be a Big shot, didn't you? You had to sing every song in the book..."

Marilena and Britt arrived to witness it all go sour-

Cynthia dedicated "Your SO VAIN" to him, but it didn't even phase him. He just wandered up to the stage to try to sing the "Mick Jagger" parts. When she refused him the second mike- he cracked. The rant that followed was something out of a Curb Your Enthusiasm episode.

This was me right after the rant and while he was taking the stage to perform the AGE of AQUARIUS!

Today is my FLAPPER friend VIV's birthday! She and I have shared countless birthday escapades together. I must call her soon and warn her that a Karaoke party is "not the way to go" if she intends on inviting Mr. P. If you see her today wish her a good one and feel free to buy her lunch, an outfit, or something nice.

you know it's good when they serve cheese whiz

I woke up Sunday like any other day, and then BAM- Miss Violette knocks on my door with a huge bouquet of Purple flowers and a cupcake. We decided to grab a birthday brunch, and scurry off to Venice Beach. (Did I mention that playing on her radio was "YOU SAY IT's YOUR BIRTHDAY- IT'S MY BIRTHDAY TOO..." )

Sure I am still new to walking (due to my stitched stomach) but I had to get out and carpe diem.
I strolled at a slow pace and took in all of the places I normally never get to see. I'm sort of a loyal Eastsider, but truly LOVE the beach side. We explored the Santa Monica Flea market- and made quite an impression. Everyone kept pointing and whispering about us. I actually overheard some guy mention to the booth owner next to him, "Did you get the girl with the crazy dress and the one with the purple hair at your booth?"

Look at this lovely 1920's hand printed Poster that Annakim bought!! Envy large

Charon was representing the COCKETTES at the market

this was the only thing I scored- A tiny DOILY pod purse

Guess who we stopped to see!? Lincoln over at the MADLEY space

look at all the good stuff over at the shop

they surrounded my art with sweet feather sculptures

Later I got home and got ready for my dinner with Mr. P. I decided to wear the fancy dress that he bought me- and trashy flapper myself out. I was told we were going out alone to dinner but then he surprised me by dragging me back to his house where a room full of friends awaited! S U R P R I S E

Viv and MAtt

I snuck off and ordered some PIZZA BUONA in honor of Scheid- cause I was starving. Not that Mr. P's cheeze whiz snacks and pickled herring weren't suffficient

Mr. P - ME and Donita

(viv took this one!)

the cake was impossible to CUT- ha ha ha- it was a grim reaper hooded ghoul skull made of marzipan and hollow on the inside- the mousse filling was like eating a brain

it really seemed like everyone had a great time at the party

John had a good time too, looks like there was a party in his pants

* Sorry to post so many pictures- I haven't had a chance to get out much lately- and couldn't refrain. I scored the best gifts ever- a LE PINK facial, Aubrey Beardsley books, BARDO box set, Cashmere!! a gift certificate to feast at Dusty's, soap and candles- MAN it was some kind of wonderful
Nothing better than a birthday with good buddies

(viv took this one too)