I've been wanting to make clothes - I've done so much sewing on my machine, making the accessories, making clothes seemed like a logical and natural step. Since I'm such good friends with my sewing machine now...!
I've made a few simple things, but this skirt really suprised me. I love it, and it loves me, and ... like, it has a zipper and stuff!
Now that I've worn it a few times, I can see some mistakes and things to work on. Like the fabric is really stretchy - so that hot tight fit you see in my pictures goes away after a few hours of walking and sitting. So I think I have to put lining in, so it won't lose it's form. And the waist is too high, and it won't stay there.
Meanwhile, I'm so happy!
PS I know I haven't blogged in a while, and I'm sorry, I just can't keep it up. I may just blog from Flickr from now on, it's actually easier!
Saturday, May 28, 2005
Sunday, May 15, 2005
Se Traspasa Intervention
I went to a installation in this old house in the centro historico. Complete remodeling and rennovation will start next week, but the artists had 3 weeks to take what was inside and do stuff with what the found.
I just loved being in the space, being in the old house, walking around and looking at everything. I probably would have been just as excited if they just let us wander around in an old building - sans the "intervention".
I just loved being in the space, being in the old house, walking around and looking at everything. I probably would have been just as excited if they just let us wander around in an old building - sans the "intervention".
Friday, May 13, 2005
Stupid Junk Mail
I recieved this email today under the subject heading: Please resend this!!!
Hay una pagina en el internet, contra la que
tenemos que protestar, para hacerla desaparecer.
Un japones que vive en Nueva York esta criando y vendiendo gatitos, que se
llaman BONSAI CATS.
Esto todavia no es nada extrano,pero....!!!! A los gatitos les dan un relajante muscular, y les encierran en frascos de vidrio, VIVOS! Alli viven toda su vida, encerrados.
Respiran por un agujero pequeno, y les dan de comer por un tubito . Los huesos del gato se adaptan a la forma del frasco, porque todavia son muy jovenes.
Esta cosa horrible esta muy de moda en NYC, en Indonesia y en China.
Si lo aguantas, lo puedes ver en la pagina
www.bonsaikitten.com
Para poder protestar, esta lista tiene que tener por lo menos 500 nombres.
Por favor, copia este mensaje a un mensaje blanco, agrega tu nombre al final de la lista y envialo a todas las personas que conoces.
Si ves, que la lista tiene 500 nombres ya, mandalo por favor a XXXXX@XXXX
A quick glance at the website reveals over-enthusiastic sugary sweet descriptions of techniques, and some not-so-scary photos of cats that have been temporarily shoved into clear containers of various sizes, by loving owners who must have been snickering over their vision of this silly website.
The email I recieved had about 130 names on it - I've read the wording over and over, it seems sincere... could it be? Does Ana Checa (the originator) really believe this is going on? The internets are strange enough, joke websites, let alone with the people who believe them.
Hay una pagina en el internet, contra la que
tenemos que protestar, para hacerla desaparecer.
Un japones que vive en Nueva York esta criando y vendiendo gatitos, que se
llaman BONSAI CATS.
Esto todavia no es nada extrano,pero....!!!! A los gatitos les dan un relajante muscular, y les encierran en frascos de vidrio, VIVOS! Alli viven toda su vida, encerrados.
Respiran por un agujero pequeno, y les dan de comer por un tubito . Los huesos del gato se adaptan a la forma del frasco, porque todavia son muy jovenes.
Esta cosa horrible esta muy de moda en NYC, en Indonesia y en China.
Si lo aguantas, lo puedes ver en la pagina
www.bonsaikitten.com
Para poder protestar, esta lista tiene que tener por lo menos 500 nombres.
Por favor, copia este mensaje a un mensaje blanco, agrega tu nombre al final de la lista y envialo a todas las personas que conoces.
Si ves, que la lista tiene 500 nombres ya, mandalo por favor a XXXXX@XXXX
A quick glance at the website reveals over-enthusiastic sugary sweet descriptions of techniques, and some not-so-scary photos of cats that have been temporarily shoved into clear containers of various sizes, by loving owners who must have been snickering over their vision of this silly website.
The email I recieved had about 130 names on it - I've read the wording over and over, it seems sincere... could it be? Does Ana Checa (the originator) really believe this is going on? The internets are strange enough, joke websites, let alone with the people who believe them.
Tuesday, May 10, 2005
Sunday, May 08, 2005
They Think I'm Dating My Best Friend's Husband
Two years ago I was in love with a Mexican boy here. He wasn't in love with me,(or maybe he was, it remains a mystery) but his family adored me. I became best friends with his sister, and very close to his mom, and we all spent a year a half trying to get me and this guy together.
It was pretty sad, and painful, and things just didn't work out. But me and the mom and the sister had been through so much, we have always continued our friendship.
They were there for me for my surgery, and ever since I came back to Mexico in January, I've been thinking about them and missing them. I've even had dreams about them, inspired by the guilt I was feeling for not calling the house.
But the house is where the brother lives, and the other super-gossipy sister live, so I just prefer not to call.
I noticed I had recieved a few phone calls from that house last week. I called back, one day when I had just gotten home, shortly after the call had come in. The mother answered and was very short with me.
I just thought she was upset because I had taken 3 months to call them. We talked, and I just kept apologizing, and telling her how much I missed them. She finally softened up a bit, and we got off the phone. I told her to please tell my friend to call me, that I really want to talk to her.
A few days ago, I finally thought to text-message her husband, to ask him to tell her to call me. He messaged me back, "I can't. Everyone thinks you and I are seeing each other." I was in cold shock. I just kept thinking, what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck.... A half hour later he called me to explain.
Apparently a neighbor says they saw me and him together in the Zona Rosa, and everyone believes this, and my friend is mad, and hates me, because she believes it too.
This is a nightmare - this person I loved so much, thinks I have betrayed her in the worst manner possible, and I haven't done a thing, besides think about her and miss her.
I decided not to do anything. First of all, I haven't done anything in the first place and secondly, if they can really believe this of me, then I don't think I need their friendship.
Last night I recieved my first prank call. Someone called from a public phone around 11:30. I answered, and they didn't talk. I hung up, and they called again, and said, "I know who you are seeing, " I just said "I'm not seeing anyone." They said that wasn't true, and started telling me about how I'm a ZORRA and how I like to do this and this and I hung up.
*sigh* What a fucking sad mess.
It was pretty sad, and painful, and things just didn't work out. But me and the mom and the sister had been through so much, we have always continued our friendship.
They were there for me for my surgery, and ever since I came back to Mexico in January, I've been thinking about them and missing them. I've even had dreams about them, inspired by the guilt I was feeling for not calling the house.
But the house is where the brother lives, and the other super-gossipy sister live, so I just prefer not to call.
I noticed I had recieved a few phone calls from that house last week. I called back, one day when I had just gotten home, shortly after the call had come in. The mother answered and was very short with me.
I just thought she was upset because I had taken 3 months to call them. We talked, and I just kept apologizing, and telling her how much I missed them. She finally softened up a bit, and we got off the phone. I told her to please tell my friend to call me, that I really want to talk to her.
A few days ago, I finally thought to text-message her husband, to ask him to tell her to call me. He messaged me back, "I can't. Everyone thinks you and I are seeing each other." I was in cold shock. I just kept thinking, what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck.... A half hour later he called me to explain.
Apparently a neighbor says they saw me and him together in the Zona Rosa, and everyone believes this, and my friend is mad, and hates me, because she believes it too.
This is a nightmare - this person I loved so much, thinks I have betrayed her in the worst manner possible, and I haven't done a thing, besides think about her and miss her.
I decided not to do anything. First of all, I haven't done anything in the first place and secondly, if they can really believe this of me, then I don't think I need their friendship.
Last night I recieved my first prank call. Someone called from a public phone around 11:30. I answered, and they didn't talk. I hung up, and they called again, and said, "I know who you are seeing, " I just said "I'm not seeing anyone." They said that wasn't true, and started telling me about how I'm a ZORRA and how I like to do this and this and I hung up.
*sigh* What a fucking sad mess.
Thursday, May 05, 2005
Fusion Arte y Diseño que no tiene madre...!
Okay, the time has come again. Fusion, art, design, crafts and clothes, and lots of cool people, music, movie shorts, etc. This weekend, I'll be there selling my wares, and you should go because: there is cool shit there, and you will be happy you went.
Bring money, and friends.
Ya es hora, Fusion ha regresado. Estaré vendiendo alli, con otros 30-tantos participantes, hay arte, diseño, artesanias, y ropa, y gente chida, con musica, cortometrajes, etc. Hay que ir, porque te va a gustar mucho mas de lo que imaginas.
Vente con otros, y un poquito de dinero.
Cerca de Metro Salto de Agua.
Why I Love My Dad
Today I got an email from my father - who NEVER emails us. It was sent to me and my brother.
This was the email:
I love my DAD. Living over here in Mexico, I think about my parents everyday, and I talk to them every few days, but I'm a mess with dates.
This was the email:
Hey Boys and Girlz!!!
DON’T FORGET. MOTHER’S DAY IS THIS SUNDAY. BE SURE AND CALL MOM. DON’T WORRY ABOUT GIFTS.
Love,
Dad
I love my DAD. Living over here in Mexico, I think about my parents everyday, and I talk to them every few days, but I'm a mess with dates.
Tuesday, May 03, 2005
I Heart Cream Cheese.
Algo raro me ha estado pasando por unos meses. Hace dos meses, comí sushi con unos amigos en su casa, y me he vuelto fanatica del sushi.
Me da sushi-ganas como cada 3 dias. Ya es obsession, de repente me da las ganas, y busco y pido y ya. $40 pesos, mas o menos, y salgo llena. Arroz te hace eso.
Pero... es raro, porque no me gustaba mucho el sushi en California. La habia probado various veces, y nunca me llamó la atencion. Ahora sí... pero que sera la diferencia?
Hace unos dias, llegue al conclusion que es el queso. El sushi que habia probado antes no tenia queso, no era la moda alla. Entonces, tiene que ser el queso. Dandome cuenta de eso, compre un paquete de queso Philadelphia el otro dia. Abriendolo, probandolo, dije, ah, sí, eso es lo que me esta pasando. Es el queso. Esta rrrrriquisimo... me muero, la neta. Wow.
Pues, hoy en un cafe pedí un bagel con queso crema. Lo mismo. Ay, pero habia comido queso crema antes, ... porque ahora la obsession?
Esta noche, para un "snack" antes de acostarme, agarré una cucharada de queso. Me gustó mucho. Al pensarlo, regresé al refri, agarré lo que quedaba en un platito y me lo comí, como si fuera un helado. Tenia la curiosidad, a lo menos, para saber como se sentiria, comer queso crema con cuchara, solo.
Era decandente. YUM.
Me da sushi-ganas como cada 3 dias. Ya es obsession, de repente me da las ganas, y busco y pido y ya. $40 pesos, mas o menos, y salgo llena. Arroz te hace eso.
Pero... es raro, porque no me gustaba mucho el sushi en California. La habia probado various veces, y nunca me llamó la atencion. Ahora sí... pero que sera la diferencia?
Hace unos dias, llegue al conclusion que es el queso. El sushi que habia probado antes no tenia queso, no era la moda alla. Entonces, tiene que ser el queso. Dandome cuenta de eso, compre un paquete de queso Philadelphia el otro dia. Abriendolo, probandolo, dije, ah, sí, eso es lo que me esta pasando. Es el queso. Esta rrrrriquisimo... me muero, la neta. Wow.
Pues, hoy en un cafe pedí un bagel con queso crema. Lo mismo. Ay, pero habia comido queso crema antes, ... porque ahora la obsession?
Esta noche, para un "snack" antes de acostarme, agarré una cucharada de queso. Me gustó mucho. Al pensarlo, regresé al refri, agarré lo que quedaba en un platito y me lo comí, como si fuera un helado. Tenia la curiosidad, a lo menos, para saber como se sentiria, comer queso crema con cuchara, solo.
Era decandente. YUM.
The Roomate Life
This was the bathroom trash this morning. I had waited and waited, for at least 3 days, mostly out of curiosity to see if anyone would take it out. I could've done it, but really, I just wanted to see how bad it would get.
You really couldn't even put another ball of toilet paper into it, without having to push really hard, and thus risk touching other balls of toilet papers... eeeewwww.
I took the trash out, after taking this picture.
Sunday, May 01, 2005
I Need to Have This
Over and over again, I peruse these darling images. I yearn to have the Kali poster - one of my favorite goddesses...! And the book, I imagine it on my coffee table, with people purring and cooing over it, and complementing me on my great kewl taste.
This ia a not-so-sweet image of Kali.
This ia a not-so-sweet image of Kali.
Shameful Secrets
This is really touching. Every Sunday they post new secrets.
Here are a few:
I don't think this is so bad - I've had the same secret for years now, and I'm quite comfortable with it.
Hmm... I can also identify, as I too have someone I have feelings for who doesn't know and may never.
Twins fascinate me, I've always envied there relationship to each other - perhaps I've just been yearning for an equal, another me? I also wonder how my only brother feels about us - I came first, and did whatever I wanted, and things have always been harder for him.
Read more secrets here.
Here are a few:
I don't think this is so bad - I've had the same secret for years now, and I'm quite comfortable with it.
Hmm... I can also identify, as I too have someone I have feelings for who doesn't know and may never.
Twins fascinate me, I've always envied there relationship to each other - perhaps I've just been yearning for an equal, another me? I also wonder how my only brother feels about us - I came first, and did whatever I wanted, and things have always been harder for him.
Read more secrets here.
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