Shit I Need To Make For Faire
skirts (one is a necessity, but I'd like to have two)
bloomers (Allison, want to go fabric shopping with me on Monday?)
chemise

Shit I Need To Buy For Faire
Shoes
New Tankard (Mine has been poisoned. Literally. Long story.) and/or Flask
Straw Hat
Belt

Please oh please oh please let this modeling job actually work out. I really ( Read more... )

 
I've never been good at the whole "being at peace, being one with everything" bit. There's always too much going on in my head. I can't be just 'one', I'm a thousand and counting. But...I dunno, there are just times when the peace comes, and nothing makes anymore sense than it did before, but I don't seem to mind as much. Driving back from Ventura ( Read more... )

 So. Last Sunday, there was a huge Turkey Vulture hanging out in my backyard. I saw a bat tonight. Went to Steel Magnolias rehearsal (I'm helping with costumes), and inside the green room, I found a skinny blonde raptor who looked at me like she had every intention of clawing my eyes out and ripping various appendages from my torso. Call of the ( Read more... )

Wendy, in all her wisdom, has taught her two-year-old son to say "Nice ass, Andi."

I wish I were kidding.

Last night was a little rough. Both babies were pretty fussy, especially after Steven left. I don't get it. They're both happy as clams when it's just the three of us, but as soon as someone else enters the equation, I AM THE DEVIL. Don't even ( Read more... )

I want faire NOW. I'm going out of my mind here. I've had Mary Mack stuck in my head all damn day, which is especially inconvenient because I don't know most of the bloody tune. And people are nice. Nice in their own way, I guess. Nicer than people here. Actually, no, I take that back. People are plenty nice here, but they're boring and nothing ( Read more... )

I went into Tartuffe expecting to hate it. Not because of the performances; I have complete faith in the talent of my friends, and they were all wonderful. The show itself was very well done, and I'm proud of everyone who worked so hard on it. I want to make sure that's understood before I rip the show apart....lovingly, of course ( Read more... )

There is nothing wrong. At all. It's amazing. I worked on Friday, and because Wendy's out of town, I was essentially a mother. Got the babies up, dressed them, gave them breakfast, took them to daycare. Picked them up, played made them dinner, gave baths, and put them down for the night. It was amazing. I loved every second I was with those kids, ( Read more... )

My Halloween night began as all Halloween nights should: with squealing, adorable gay boys.

I was just sitting there on the grass divider, waiting for Allee and her people to find parking an make their way down Santa Monica. Had my cool costume, had my kettle corn, and all was right in the world. The security guys hung out with me for a bit. A ( Read more... )

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A dead house is much more frightening than a dead body ( Read more... )