Archive for October, 2006

Mooooo, I miss you

Logged on today to a picture of :shiver: Lori Cabot :shiver:, the official witch of Salem. Brought back some memories of an annual Halloween trek up to Boston, with my pal Moo and a certain queen, where there’d often be wild shopping sprees followed by a swing up to Salem for more shopping and dinner. Somewhere there’s an engraved silver flask with “Samhain” and a date commemorating the first trip. It probably still smells of Amaretto di Sarrono, the spirit of choice in those days.

Moo was, and may still be, a pagan. She is one of the sweetest, most unique people I’ve ever met, a girl who could wear giant cocktail rings on every finger, pajama pants decorated with skulls, black Converse sneakers, accessorized with a genuine Chanel bag, and somehow pull it off. She took me to my first Frank Sinatra concert, in a champagne colored Caddy with the moon roof open on a magical starry night at Great Woods. I explored paganism and found the feminine aspects of it empowering, but felt silly casting spells. Moo didn’t have much luck with her spells either, often referring to herself as Auntie Clara from Bewitched (my favorite childhood show) after another failed love spell involving a penis candle and an essential oil called Beloved.

She would introduce herself as Moo because she loved cows, “her girls”. It amused me when when we were shopping and I’d call “Moo, Moo”, to get her attention on some fabulous find and other customers would look at me strangely.

I only hope the Kiddo meets as many cool people as I have and has as much or more fun.

Not made for walkin’

Shoes by Leslie CollierBut I love these anyway. They’re by Jennifer Collier of the U.K. She also does beautiful smocks and jewelry. All in paper. I taught summer theatre to children for three summers, teaching acting and other theatre arts like set design/construction, costume design, and movement. But my primary responsibility was costume design, which meant constructing anywhere from 60-80 costumes for productions like The Hobbit, The Three Musketeers, and my favorite, The Little Mermaid. Some of my creations were largely created from paper, donated from a local paper mill. This heavy, thick, semi-rubbery stuff was durable but flexible. I dressed my mermaids in fish tail skirts made from individual fish scales painted with splatters a la Jackson Pollack, then glazed with pearlescent acrylic washes and scattered glitter. When the mermaids moved, the scales made flapping sounds, as though they were swimming.


I love paper. Crinkly crepe paper. Slick vellum. Tyvek. My co-workers often joked that if I were to be married, my bridal gown would be made of paper. That’s an idea I’d like to see on someone. Imagine the possibilities….

The Kiddo, alas, will not be sporting one of my creations this year. Which is as well, because it’s looking soggy over here. Babci, her grandma, got her a nice, warm and cuddly Pooh costume, which The Kiddo has become quite taken with. There’s still time, sometime.

Ciao. I’m off on a Tag Sale mission. Enjoy the weekend. Continue reading ‘Not made for walkin’’

The Departed

I mentioned that I saw The Departed this weekend and thought I’d do a list of random thoughts on it…I’m feeling a little discombobulated and my writing reflects on it, I’m afraid. Lists seem to fit my attention span these days.

1. As great an actor as he is, it’s so tough to watch Jack Nicholson in this role without seeing only Jack Nicholson. Check that…I could see the Joker from Batman, and the Devil in The Witches of Eastwick too. Yes, that’s been an issue for some time, but never more so in this role. I have to wonder what a lesser known actor would have given to this role.

2. This is Leo DiCaprio’s best work yet. And it underscores the need to cast him very, very carefully…some of the more straight on leading man roles like Howard Hughes, for example, are out of his grasp. It was refreshing to see him play cocky (which we all know he can do in his sleep), with naked, bone-weary vulnerability for a change.

3. My mother has been known to gush over the sheer cuteness in Leo. Is it wierd that I, at twenty years younger, feel only maternal instincts every time I watch him? You know, like feed him the right food, get him home at a reasonable hour, and keep him out of all the trouble he gets into in these flicks?

4. Matt Damon owns the stock in trade on amoral characters with altar boy looks and toothless romantic appeal.

5. I don’t care if I ever hear the Rolling Stone’s Gimme Shelter in a Scorcese film again.

6. But…the use of Van Morrisson’s rendition of Comfortably Numb was haunting and spot on.

7. The Departed was the perfect title for this film. What struck me the most was the undercurrents of paternal influence in this movie. Without the shadow of absentee fathers in Colin and Billy’s psyches, there is little motiviation in their roles as good son/bad son to Jack Nicholson’s surrogate. And rounding out the end of events with a fatherless unborn son was a particlularly sad exclamation point.

8. I particularly appreciated a story about rats and moles in a city rampant with the literal creature. Sickly amusing.

Hello, hello

How was your weekend? Mine was pretty damned good. Sunny and brisk. Walks with the Kiddo. Quiet. And not one baseball game. I’m so over this season. I know some of you will be relieved that I have nothing more to say about baseball.

Saw The Departed. Liked it. It’s complicated and thought provoking. I’ll elaborate on it tomorrow. I’m still processing some of it.

What I’m really panting to see is Marie Antoinette. With Pentyne. I’m in need of something like this now. I’m not even much of a costume drama fan. I’ve just missed Sofia Coppolla. Her films go where I live….these quiet, ethereal, dreamy, interiorally introspective, and decidedly feminine lives. I love the intimacy. So much more breathing room than some of the more epic films out there. And the bonus is….it’s French. Only recently have I sort become curious about my family’s French roots on my father’s side. He himself held that side in a sort of disdainful disregard, preferring to emphasize his German ancestry. But in looks and sensibilities, my sibs and I reflect the French of Alsace-Lorraine, where his ancestors harkened from,  quite well, I think. So I’ve decided I want to go someday, when the Kiddo can appreciate and remember it. Not for the touristy stuff. Not even for the art. I just want to hang out in the cafes, eat pastry, and haunt the French flea markets in search of pretty-pretties. And take a little segue into Wine Country, of course.

Speaking of libations….not that I’m in the hooch making business, but this lemoncello recipe looks good…I’m going to try it. Lemons are divine.

‘nother ‘vey

Odd Facts about ME
DO YOU SNORE?: only when i’m utterly exhausted.

LOVER OR A FIGHTER?: lover, pretty much. though both at once can be spicy and exciting, you know?

WHAT’S YOUR WORST FEAR?: It changes. I won’t bore you with the details.

AS A KID, WERE YOU A LEGO BUILDER?: no, I liked Lincoln Logs. Tinker toys were pretty cool, too.
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF “REALITY TV”?: die, already. Die! Die! Die!

DO YOU CHEW ON YOUR STRAWS?: yes.

WERE YOU A CUTE BABY?: I get told that often, yes. But there’s no such thing as an ugly baby in my book.

HOW IS THE SINGLE LIFE FOR YOU?: I really don’t mind being alone. In fact, I need to be, sometimes.
WHAT COLOR IS YOUR KEYBOARD?: charcoal.

DO YOU SING IN THE SHOWER?: everywhere but the shower, actually. though I don’t shower much anyway. Baths, baby. Baths.

HAVE YOU EVER BUNGEE JUMPED?: no

ANY SECRET TALENTS?: I don’t think so. Someone somewhere knows  one. Or more.

WHAT’S YOUR IDEAL VACATION SPOT?: Mountains. Ocean. Trees.
HAVE YOU EATEN SUSHI?: oh no. no.

HAVE YOU SEEN THE MOVIE “DONNIE DARKO”?: not yet.

DO YOU GIVE A DARN ABOUT THE OZONE?: yes, actually

HOW MANY LICKS DOES IT TAKE TO GET TO THE CENTER OF A TOOTSIE POP?: I’ll never tell.

CAN YOU SING THE ALPHABET BACKWARDS?: probably not.
HAVE YOU EVER BEEN ON AN AIRPLANE?: yeah. love them.

ARE SPEEDO’S HOT?: only if you’re Ian Thorpe.

WHAT’S YOUR STAND ON HUNTING?: hunting what? depends. no animals though. no.

IS MARRIAGE IN YOUR FUTURE?: no. I think men and women are better off living in separate houses and visiting each other. Like Katie Hepburn said. For some of us, anyway.

DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING?: Yes. It’s like my father’s .

WHAT ARE YOU ALLERGIC TO?: I’m not allergic to anything. I’d like to think I’m allergic to seafood and innoculations, just by virtue of my reaction to them, but that’s mostly emotional and probably doesn’t count.

WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU SAID, “I LOVE YOU”: I tell my daughter that everyday.

IS TUPAC STILL ALIVE?: is he the new Elvis?

DO YOU CRY AT WEDDINGS?: no. try to avoid them anyway.

HOW DO YOU LIKE YOUR EGGS?: scrambled and then I mash them with my fork to make them really fine. Yes, I do play with my food.

ARE BLONDES DUMB?: Never met a dumb blonde.

WHERE DOES THE OTHER SOCK END UP?: how would I know?

WHAT TIME IS IT?: time for a nap. Always time for a nap.

DO YOU HAVE A NICKNAME?: my gramma called me Cherellabelle.

IS MCDONALD’S DISGUSTING?: yes. yes. yes.

WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WERE IN A CAR?: yesterday.

DO YOU PREFER BATHS OR SHOWERS?: See “sing in the shower” question, above somewhere.

IS SANTA CLAUSE REAL?: how old do you think I am??

ARE YOU AFRAID OF THE DARK?: no. I’m nocturnal.

WHAT ARE YOU ADDICTED TO?: Diet Coke. Chocolate. Cashews.

CRUNCHY OR CREAMY PEANUT BUTTER?: creamy

HAVE YOU EVER RIDDEN IN AN AMBULANCE?: no.

HOW MANY TIMES HAVE YOU BRUSHED YOUR TEETH TODAY?: 1

ARE YOU WEARING SOCKS?: no.

HAVE YOU EVER HITCH HIKED?: no.
WHAT COLOR ARE YOUR EYES?: light blue.

WHEN’S THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?: last week I got teary when talking about the prospect of Kiddo and nursery school with a woman at the park.

DO YOU LIKE YOUR LIFE?: most of it.

WHOSE LIFE IS BETTER?: cats. cats have great lives.

ARE YOU PSYCHIC?: sometimes.

HAVE YOU READ “CATCHER IN THE RYE”?: never finished it.

DO YOU PLAY ANY INSTRUMENTS?: I can pick a little on guitar.

CAN YOU SKATEBOARD?: no.

DO YOU LIKE CAMPING?: yes.

DO U SNORT WHEN U LAUGH?: no. but I’m told my laugh is like a sentence or a conversation, with commas and exclamation points.

DO YOU BELIEVE IN MAGIC?: kind of, but it’s too long a conversation for a blog.

IS A DOG A MAN’S BEST FRIEND?: I always thought dogs responded better to women.

YOU BELIEVE IN DIVORCE?: I suppose if you can’t live together, then yes.

CAN YOU DO THE MOONWALK?: no.

DOES YOUR MOM KNOW YOU HAVE A MYSPACE?: does my mom even know what myspace is?!

WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE?: the last tomato of the season here. With cheese.

DO YOU WEAR NAILPOLISH?: no.

DO YOU LIKE SOMEONE RIGHT NOW?: of course.

WHAT’S THE MOST ANNOYING TV COMMERCIAL?: all of them.

DO YOU SHOP AT AMERICAN EAGLE?: no.

FAVORITE BAND AT THE MOMENT?: can’t think of any. I like individual singer-songwriters. Piano girls especially.

more stuff…

Found a couple of blogs that I enjoy hanging out at lately….Recollected, Remade is chockful of crafty stuff that’s mostly made with recycled materials. I love things like that. There’s some cool little shelves made with heavy hardbacks that I wouldn’t mind trying myself. One of my favorite window shopping sites, Cut+Paste has a blog featuring new additions to their store. I love the recycled sweaters from ModToModern, especially the one with the squirrels.

Coo, coo… I found owls! Homemade, from DreamFollow.

I am making some amigurumi animals for Christmas for the Kiddo…a cat and fish to join the rest of the crew on our bed.

Speaking of which, she’s on the floor beside me, playing with her toy food while I try to coax real food into her. She has a new game now. It’s called Egg. In which she is wrapped snugly into her soft blanky or a towel and out of which she “hatches”. She never tires of it. It reminds me some of when she was actually born. When our doctor reached in to get her during the c-section, she wriggled away further up into me. Which is just like her. I think she still wouldn’t mind hanging out inside of me (the mind reels at the thought), she’s like a little koala bear or a joey, hanging onto to me all. the. time. Unless we’re outside. Then it’s fun to make me chase her.

Have a great weekend. I will.

somethings…

I like Lizzie Farley’s work, out of Scotland…especially the pussywillow bowl and the Three Sisters sculpture reminds me of Andy Goldsworthy, another artist I admire.

Took in the Mets-Cards game, sandwiched around Lost. Of course, I could not just watch the game without trying to teach the Kiddo some of the finer points. She was pretty attentive, I must say, nodding her head along. This was a great game for Willie, especially choosing Mota on a hunch to pitch. What amazes me is that they are coming this far without a real pitching rotation. I hope the Yankees are taking notes.

Lost was pretty good. It makes me sad to see Locke played. He and Said are the most intense, interesting, and intelligent characters on the show.  I like Locke’s intuitive quirkiness. But I suppose even swamis have self doubt. Next weeks eppy looks skeery. Needles, people. Oh my.