Well...

 

Now I know why I was so tired last night. The germs have attacked my throat and I woke up this morning with a terribly gnarly cold. Boo. I have spent the day being cozy and lazy with lots of tea and lots of bad TV. 

But! I have not let the unexpected icky-ness stop me from my earlier stated creative endeavors. My brain is still cranking out ideas and the second my head stops pulsating, I'm climbing back on the saddle. 

I just want to go to bed.

It is 9:57 and I am literally forcing my eyes open. All I want is for the clock to make it to 10:00 so I can let myself go to bed. Why in the world am I so tired?

I am such an old lady.

Today is the Day

Today is the day that I begin productivity. I am going to sew, I am going to sketch and  I am going to research until I am happy with the results. No more of this monkey business.

Other details of the day include: 


Wearing- My new, über cool 'wolf wearing bow in fur sweater.'
Eating- Food Trucks with Casey and Mother at 11:30 during all of our respective mid day work breaks
Listening to- Pine Moon, Fiest (and probably a little country when I need a pick-me-up)
Room Temp- a balmy 72 degrees (to the chagrin of my sweaty parents)
Surrounded by- Beautiful Christmas decorations (Exhibit A: the iconic felt advent you see behind me)

My All Time Favorite Movie Scene

George: What is it you want, Mary? What do you want? You want the moon? Just say the word and I'll throw a lasso around it and pull it down. Hey. That's a pretty good idea. I'll give you the moon, Mary. 

Mary: I'll take it. Then what? 

George: Well, then you can swallow it, and it'll all dissolve, see... and the moonbeams would shoot out of your fingers and your toes and the ends of your hair... am I talking too much? 

Artist/Friend, Friend/Artist

Dear Frances has launched her very first official website to showcase her amazing art. The website and her art all look great and I am so excited for her. You should all clicky clicky right here and check it out! These are a few of my favorite pieces of hers.

Also (a few months late), while you're at it, take some time to look at my friend, Baille's website too. She is a fellow fashion major who's talent comes second only to her good looks and whitty sense of humor.

You guys are so talented and I am lucky to be surrounded by such creative women!

Thanksgiving 2011: Eat Until You Die

Ahhh, yes. Here it is. The Thanksgiving chronicles of the Patton family. We ate, we laughed, we cried.

I hope yours was as great as mine.

IT'S ALL ABOUT ME.

So, as many of you guessed, yes, that picture of my sexy legs was taken at the hair salon yesterday. And yes, I did dye my hairs.

I'm just going to come out and say it: 50% of why I dye my hair is for my own enjoyment, but the other solid 50% is definitely to find new and exciting ways to reveal it on my blog. I purposely do things in my life, just so I can blog about them later. There. I said it.

I had a pretty solid idea yesterday of how I wanted to unveil my new head. Then I had a conversation with my mom about the blog and how, like I've mentioned before, Bushka In The City is essentially just a daily  homage that I've constructed to myself. "Ode to Julia," if you will.

With that idea in mind, I decided to make this little ditty playing up that idea while simultaneously revealing my new do. (Which I love, by the way)

Before you watch it, let me just take a second to justify this ridiculous behavior with a few tidbits of information:

• This winter break I have no job and spend most of my days alone. Killing time. I am definitely not complaining, but this new found surplus of free time... well... it changes you. 
• With no one to hang out with comes resourcefulness. Exhibit A: McGiver'd Tripod for my iPhone to record this footage made out of a cup and a pad of paper. 
• I always feel amazing about myself after I get my hair cut. Not only do I allow the narcissism, but I welcome it. 
• I did get complimented on my outfit 4 separate times today (which only added fuel to the Ego Fire). I mean, not gonna lie... it was a pretty killer outfit. 
• Yes, I know this is embarrassing. I'm ok with that. 
• I secretly/ not so secretly want this video to become a viral sensation. TOGETHER, WE CAN!

Ok, now you can watch it. 

Wait! 

Nevermind. Whatever. Just watch it. But don't judge me. Or do. I don't even care. But seriously. I do care. Don't judge me. It's supposed to be funny! Gosh! Nobody laughs at anything anymore. People are so sensitive. And, like, think that they're way too cool for school. It's like, Oh my gosh. Lighten up! You know what, after you watch this video, don't feel sorry for me. I feel sorry for you. HA!

...I am such a loser. 

Ok. Just watch it. 

Funny, right? Or pathetic. I don't know. Either way, I like my new hair. You should, too.