Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Look over THERE.

Hello, doll-face. I am not really blogging over here any more; when I blog, it's at http://dailyskirt.blogspot.com/. Come on by. That's where I discuss my boobs, and who doesn't love that?

Tuesday, November 01, 2011

Welcome to National Blog Posting Month, or as originator Eden calls it, NaBloMe. Since posting's been so erratic here these days, I thought I would use NaBloMe to update you on the things I've made over the last 3months. (There are 2 exceptions - a print shirt and a rain jacket, neither of which have been shown here before).

First up, an aubergine wool jacket (M5145) that I made a few weeks back. I can't get enough of the buttons. I used a turquoise lining that I didn't use for the rodeo queen jacket of 2010, and you know? It's still too damn bright for this jacket. But it was cut and ready to go, so there you have it.

Thursday, January 01, 2009

Have you ever done anything wrong?

Really wrong, like hurting a friend? How do you climb back up out of it? Especially when you're in high school? That's something I've been wrangling with lately because I am writing a story about it.

I am also reading a story about it. And that story is putting my own story to shame. Eileen Cook has written the book What Would Emma Do and I started reading it last night and have barely stopped since.

She takes a horrible situation and treats it with humor and a cockeyed kind of dignity, and you know, if she were not also a beautiful human being, I would have to hate her. As it is, I just stand back and shake my head in admiration. But only for a minute or two, because I am hooked on this book and have to get back to reading it.

I am not the only one, either. Not only did Meg Cabot - mega-bestselling author - blurb the thing, but she chose it as one of her Christmas book picks.

If all that doesn't convince you, just look at this cover.

Is this not the funniest damn cover you have ever seen? With the girl stepping on the guy's foot? And them totally going at it in the bushes? I love it. I want to frame it, and it's not even my book. DAMN IT. EILEEN ALWAYS DOES EVERYTHING BETTER.

Including this book.

Go buy the book, friends. Trust me on this.

Friday, December 19, 2008


Sunday, November 30, 2008

November's over

This one took a lot out of me. And I wish I could say I love the book; I don't. But at least I finished.

Saturday, November 08, 2008

I heart Maggie

So I'm a day or so behind with my NaNo'ing, and after writing about 2500 words this morning - in a huge funk because in the 12,000 words I have written thus far, no one has left the cafe, all they're doing is sitting around talking and flirting and fighting and discovering that one of their number actually speaks in code, and another of their number is an asshole and Needs To Go --- but no one has actually stepped foot outside and DONE anything, really. Except the code-talker, who otherwise does not speak, and is basically chained to her barista stand.

so. There I am, in a funk even though the sun has broken through the crazy stormy weather here in Seattle, when I pop over to Maggie's blog and get what I always get when I go there: an instant shot in the arm.

Not to mention some really good writing advice: give people a past, with meaty scary irrevocable trajectories that are about midway through when the book starts.

Thursday, November 06, 2008

Yeah, baby!

Monday, November 03, 2008

HK and Shanghai shots

The Bund in Shanghai (above)
Shanghai street scene
Shanghai market
The Huangpu River in Shanghai
The Huangpu again, shot from my hotel room, which was awesome
Above is my favorite shot from Shanghai - I love the contrast between sharp and blurred.

Victoria Harbour in Hong Kong

The view from the peak tram in Hong Kong - it's a long way down, and that's just the first level.
The view from the cab ride to Stanley Market (Stanley's a little beach town on the other side of the island)
Hong Kong, about 1/10 of the skyline

A longer view of the HK skyline, but this maybe gets 25-30% of it in frame. HK: Built on mountainsides, skyscraper canyons that run for miles.

Monday, October 20, 2008

I went to Asia

and all I brought back was this lousy case of SARS.

Just kidding. (Although no one laughs. What, SARS jokes aren't funny any more?) Have spent the last week coughing and moaning and clutching my sad sore throat, in between thrashing about fitfully while "asleep," mainly because each night I dream that I am still on the plane home from China.

Of course, I'm awake enough to realize that I'm naked, and asleep enough to think I'm sitting in between my boss and her boss, with whom I made the trip. This makes for some horribly disorienting moments at 2, 3, 4 a.m. Thankfully, that has started to taper off. More photos when I get a chance.

Thursday, October 09, 2008

Kowloon at night

Wednesday, October 08, 2008

Breakfast in Hong Kong

The view from the breakfast room at my hotel:
I ordered pancakes. I thought they would be larger than silver dollars.

Morning commute in Hong Kong: Every bit as bad as 520 across Lake Washington, although with more bamboo and less BMWs.
To get to Hong Kong from Kowloon, you travel under the water. UNDER. THE. WATER. These are things that make one consider the differences between U.S. standards of construction and Chinese standards of construction.

But the view of Hong Kong in the distance - that's about 1/4 of the HK skyline - makes things considerably easier to take. HK itself is canyons of skyscrapers.
Victoria Harbour. There were plenty of modern boats, but there were also many many little wooden fishing boats too - like motorized junks, with old tires around the sides of the boats to keep them from smashing into one another. Mostly they just bounce off one another. Kowloon in the distance.

Sunday, October 05, 2008

Lazy-ass blogger alert

I've been running around like crazy, getting ready for a spur-of-the-moment business trip to Parts Afar. This entailed flying my ass down to San Francisco late Monday to get a visa to Foreign Parts, and then dashing around having things translated and printed and packed. At times my head felt full of cotton.

But now I am ensconed in the comfort of the Northwest Airlines lounge in, of all places, Portland, Ore. Do you know they will give you free drinks here? And cheese and crackers? It's like they read my mind. I love traveling, I love the entire getting-on-a-plane gestalt.

But it unsettles me, too. For years I've thought, "When I'm on the plane, I'll use the entire time to write," but when I click that seatbelt shut, I'm in a different world. It's not a creating world; it's a looking out the window, accepting any beverage that comes my way, reclining kind of world. Cotton-brained. I am floating, in more ways than one. Plane time is rarely productive time for me, and I like it like that.

Anyway, posting may be scarce for the next 10 days; we'll just have to see whether Foreign Parts will let me blog.

Friday, September 26, 2008

I love November

Monday, September 22, 2008

I kicked Jason Mraz's ass

For 5 days, that insanely peppy Jason Mraz song was stuck in my head. It was like my brain just kept hitting Replay, no matter what I did. I listened to the song on iTunes to show my brain that the song stops. I told my husband about it, hoping to transfer the ear worm, but he's never heard the song. (Which I would link to, but I'm too afraid it'll come back.)

I visualized. I listened to other music. I sat down and had a very stern talk with my brain. Nothing worked.

Nothing, that is, until I started screaming NO! in my head every time I heard the chorus. Now, my brain is afraid of me, but I slept the sleep of the innocent last night.