In No Particular Order...

It's my 50th post! Woohoo! I feel like this deserves a cookie or something.

Anyway, musings for the day...

I am so suggestible
Last night at the end of "Heroes" (don't worry, no spoilers for those who haven't watched it yet), there was a shot that included a very large mexican cockroach. "Oh Great," I thought, "Now I'm totally going to have cockroach dreams..."

I meant this as a joke. A mere jest. But guess what I dreamt about.

That's right. Fucking SUPER-ROACH! Who, I might add, was about 4 inches long, had feelers on his head that were several feet long, and reared up menacingly on his hind legs and hissed at me. Hissed. I know there are cockroaches that actually do that, but really, do I have to dream about them??

A fashion recant
Ever since the stretch-pant came barging back onto the fashion horizon last fall, I have operated on a staunch no-leggings policy. Haunted by visions of cellulite encrusted legs esconced in flourescent pink (Dear Fashion Industry, If the spandex content of a particular item is above 50%, it should not be manufactured above a size Medium, and certainly not in any size that contains an X. Love, Froggy), I firmly held to my belief that what happened in the 80s should stay in the 80s.

And then it happened.

I went shopping and much to my delight the styles of the 60s and 70s that I so-very-much adore are back! Cute little A-line dressed and jumpers abound, hoorah! But there in the dressing room I took stock of the situation. It seems that the hemlines of the 60s and 70s have returned as well; and while I had no problem jumping around in my mom's derriere-skimming leftovers when I was 16, the thought of doing so now left me thinking "ew... bare ass on subway seat..." Shudder. Yet there they were, the dresses of my dreams... so cute, so femenine, so... short.

And so I caved. I bought leggings. Two pairs, one black and one brown. I fought the mounting wave of shame and scurried home to hide them in the "miscellenous apparel" drawer with my old leotards and dance briefs and tried to put the whole ordeal behind me.

Until this morning.

And now, here I sit, in the world's cutest A-line, fair isle sweater dress, my adored knee-high faux shearling boots, and... brown leggings.

And I am so goddamned COMFORTABLE.

Leggings, I take it all back. Every word. I heart you. You are awesome.

No DVD for Froggy
Maybe Crush did not bring the movie yesterday. However, he was a member of the somewhat roudy party sitting round the same table tossing out snarky comments whilst covered in paper mache. Which meant I got to watch him laugh. God damn he's adorable when he laughs.

Le sigh.

I did cave and email him last night reminding him about it. I really do want to watch the DVD, so it's not entirely a ploy to increase interaction...

It doesn't help that my horoscope is totally taunting me! Here's what I awoke to this morning: "During this period, if you are searching for the ideal partner you could start a new relationship with somebody you like a lot and you could find a perfect personality match."

Okay, seriously horoscope people, are you trying to give me an aneurism?? Between this and the upcoming full moon which Susan Miller says should do fabulous things for my love life... argh! The suspense is killing me!!

Halloween... Your Ass is Mine!
I love halloween. Truly truly LOVE. I usually go all out and design and sew a fabulous costume so that I can grin and look smug when people say "You MADE that??!"... but this year the inspiration just wasn't there.

For the past 4 years, my costumes have all revolved around my hair. Whether it was a new haircut or an awesome fake ponytail, the hair was always the inspiration. And while I positively adore my current haircut (which, like much of my new wardrobe, is so 70s-fabulous), it didn't speak to me on the halloween costume level.

Also, with school being as insane as it is right now, when would I have time to sew?

I had resolved to simply recycle an old costume and buy a wig to provide the appropriate hairstyle... and then, last night, inspiration crashed down upon me like a piano from a 4th story window. I have no idea where it came from, but there it was. The most gender-bendingly fabulous costume in the world--and one that I've always wanted to do! (I'll give you a hint: it involves false eyelashes and a codpiece).

And the best part?

I have the perfect haircut.