re: Reality

I went home to Southern California for Thanksgiving, and took a lot of pictures in front of, on top of, and behind a whole lot of fake things while I was there. In fact, I have more photos of myself from the trip in front of fake stuff than I do in front of anything real.

But, you know? Reality isn't always all it is cracked up to be. By opting for the fake stuff, I saved myself a lot of trouble and effort to get a lot of really realistic looking shots.

For instance, I didn't really have to actually be fat, wear a tacky hat, or split peas one at a time at Andersen's to make it look like I did:


I didn't really have any embarrassing "Honey I Shrunk the Kids" moments in order to stand by the big fake fork at the fork of St. John and Pasadena avenues in Pasadena:


I didn't have to do my hair or buy a fancy dress before hanging out with the stars of Access Hollywood:


I didn't have to climb any unfortunate hills or bypass any painful barbed wire to get close to the Hollywood sign:


I didn't worry about about losing precious fingers to a man-eating shark, strung up by its tail or otherwise:


I did, however, cry real tears of joy when I saw how good our Escape from the Terminator shot looked:

Buy it/Make it: Scarves!

I just posted a little tutorial over at Animal Head Vintage on some scarves for the season. You can try to make them yourself, and then when that fails, you can go buy the other version:






Check out the full post here.

re: Cheating on this blog with Animal Head Vintage

I didn't ever really talk it up here, but I started a blog for the vintage clothing online store that I run with some friends (hello, Animal Head Vintage) and every once in awhile post some interesting things over there that maybe you would like to read about. Also, if you like seeing girls wearing animal masks and wearing old clothing, that is the place for you.

Just last week I posted about a slideshow that Aubrey and I put together for NBC of pretty people we spotted at the Treasure Island Music Festival. Aubs took all the photos, of course, and they turned out really lovely.





Check out my favorite pics and extra commentary over on the Animal Head Vintage blog, or see the full slideshow over at NBC.

Or, don't do any of those things. See if I care. (snif)

re: Going Under The Knife

WARNING - there are real live BLOODY photos in this post

So, I had my first taste of plastic surgery today. Surprisingly, it was for a little freckle on my lip that my dermatologist was nervous about instead of for the butt implants that you probably all assumed that I'd be getting any day now.

You wouldn't think that this lip freckle was all that bad. In fact, I thought it was kind of cute. Sorta like Marilyn Monroe sneezed and her beauty mark just fell down her face a little.

See? Cute!



My dermatologist, however, decided that the spot looked suspicious. Beautifully suspicious, perhaps, but suspicious nonetheless. It had to come out! So she referred me to a plastic surgeon.

I made a really big deal about how nervous I was about the whole thing, how I hate big needles and scalpels and how I was worried about being scarred for life, and then THIS is what they gave me:



Totally no big deal. He even used see-through stitches so that you can't really tell that I have anything but a little cut on my lip. Nothing like the half-Frankenstein face that I was expecting.

In fact, the swelling makes it look like I have Angelina Jolie lips. This turns out to be the sexiest plastic surgery I could have asked for. If I could smile or actually eat anything, this kind of thing have been addicting.

re: Explaining Yourself

I just wanted to show you this:





And, teach you an important lesson:

When you dress up for Halloween like characters from a film that has only enjoyed a limited release in two major metropolitan cities (the one you live in not being one of them) you will be explaining yourself all night long.






Though, that still might be better than making your costume painfully obvious:



-- Look, mom! I'm a toilet.