Monday, December 6, 2010

The wonders of HUMMA HUMMA

Have I ever told you of the wonders of Humma beads?  I made these for my cousins, who of course broke them five seconds in while I was doing a slow mo crying session worthy of 3rd rock.  Haha my favorite sitcom, Dick is hilarious.
I have done many humma beads works, and I will hopefully continue posting them once I can make them into jewelry.

Hmmmmmmm at H&M

It felt like a dream.  I was stuck in the mall shortly before it opened, with a big fat happy wallet exploding with roughly 700 shekels within a nude leather studded Zara bag buckle away.  It was lovely.  Then it turned into a nightmare.
After my sister abandoned me in favor of vitamins and hitching rides, I naively wandered into the stores I mainly go into with a stupidly giddy grin: H&M, Zara, TwentyFourSeven (doesn't that remind you of obnoxious word games from 2nd grade)?, Mango.  And then I wandered into them another time.  And another time.  And another time.  To not bore you with delightfully unentertaining mall travels, I went into these stores and at least 15 other stores whose names aren't chic and foreign enough to be mentioned at a minimum of literally 8 times.  8 times.  And I started a sentence with a number.  And I repeated repetition once again.
Once (or twice for that matter) of repeatedly cavilirally (is that even a word?) entering H&M I spotted a beige knit dress in a section which I had never gone in before.  What I really wanted was something to  feed my Stevie Nicks vibes, but life is hard for a girl who likes oversize.  So I bought it.  Later when I walked in for another time, I saw a sleeved black lace minidress and it was gorgeous and my size.  But it was in the last season's section so if I wanted a different size I couldn't get it and 1/3 more expensive than the dress that I bought before, so I didn't even try it on.
After I went home all happy and famished, I checked the knit dress and I found out that I bought it in THE MATERNITY SECTION IN
Now I'm having insane dreams that revolve around the lace dress and I can't decide if to return this one or not.  I know I look like a serial killer, but a serial killer with adorable oxfords!  Check them out with this better shot:

So what is your verdict about the dress that I got?  Should I return it or not?  You decide.  (haha I can't believe I said that so corny).

Thursday, December 2, 2010

forman band

My parents have absolutely no sense of timing: I'm 25 years too late for Woodstock.  I know, it contradicts the punk ideology (which is utter bullshit) blah blah blah.  But I miss a time when peace was considered to be badass and rung to the sound of the soul and well.....vitamins.  I am a girl who says yes to boys who say no.  I think that some of the artists at the time (picture here Janis Joplin, Jimi Hendrix, Jefferson Airplane, Joan Baez, Roger Daltrey) were the best of the best and remain undefeated to this day.  Not to mention the fact that they had really good taste.  (Fringe, fur,tie dye suede, and nudity anyone?)  And just to flatter myself, I think I look a bit like the lovely Grace Slick, hence the blurry pics which unfortunately didn't show that very well.  I also showed my now only 10 pound cat, Fatso the feline, to remind her that she is very lucky to be with me and not on Janis Joplin's head.  (Btw, I know that not all these pictures are from Woodstock, but everyone shown here except for me and Fatso were present.)

Friday, November 19, 2010

Stevie Nicks and Taylor Swift 2010 Grammys

Stevie Nicks (yes that Stevie Nicks!) and Taylor Swift at the Grammy's

Stevie Nicks:
A legend, a fashion icon, a songwriter, a beauty, and the woman embodying one of the greatest female rock voices of all time.
That is my view of Stevie in a nutshell.  Man, oh, man I love her.  I'm borderline obsessed with her.  There's just something so celestial about her, I know it's ironic with the witch vibes and all, but still.
Once in a million years a lady like her rises.
Truthfully, I liked it more in the 70's when she had that luscious wavy hair, but you gotta watch this video (I've stuck it on to the post before this one).  It's ethereal.

With that said, I know shes aged with the years, but to me shes still divine.  Someone who I don't find divine is Taylor Swift.
Sure, Tayla is pwetty, can play guitaw, drwesses weally pwettily, and wites her own songs, but she doesn't have what Stevie has: depth.

What I found to be sad is that the two blondes were put together on the same stage, and one was more dominant than the other.  Taylor's pitch was a little off even in her own song, but what was really horrifying was that Stevie only got to sing one verse of her own song signature song, Rhiannon.  Then Taylor stomped all over it.  Her voice and her hair alike were all over the place.  And it gets worse: Stevie did backup on Taylor's shitty song.  Backup I tell you, backup!
Wonder what you think know about giving Taylor those four awards now, deaf Grammy grannies!

I'm sorry, Stevie and Taylor do not belong together.

(P.S. If you want to see the crime, click the video above this post.  Comment away!)

Fleetwood Mac - Gold Dust Woman - Live in Japan 1977

Saturday, November 13, 2010

Goddamnit how come i don't know how to edit my blog!

Due to my lack of computer savviness I am unable to edit my blog the way I want to (layouts and such) because on the "help" part it looks really different from how the website looks like now.
 A wonderful way to show how I feel now is:

Oh great I don't even know how to put on a picture............

Friday, November 12, 2010

Another Cameron Crowe movie (sort of)

So I wrote at the beginning that I was a huge Almost Famous fan.  Makes me feel rock n' roll running through my veins.  Also makes me want to talk about nonexistant experiences that happened to me back in the seventies.  Of course, my mom did that job for me.

After returning from a friends house at quarter past midnight (I'm wordy like that), I suddenly felt like watching for the first time "Singles", a movie by Cameron Crowe, who I had naively decided that I like based on one good movie.

This is not to discourage you, dear open-hearted reader who happened to fall upon a new blog and pitied them.  In fact, I really enjoyed it.  The music kind of really really really really worked for me (I would have killed to be at a live Alice in Chains concert) but it made it slightly outdated, not that I can blame them it was at the time that this was still really cool and new.  But the sweet and quirky romances were delightful, simple yet meaningful.
In fact you can say that "Singles" has changed my life.  I will now stop saying my normal conceited "gazundtai" and look romantically into my elevator buddy's eyes and say: