Dammit dammit dammit! I fell in love with a loveseat and chairs, and then the seller sold them to someone else. Then I found another loveseat, similar, and it had gorgeous bones and a really pretty shape. The upholstery was heinous, but I could easily reupholster it, and that sounded like a fun project. So I bought it for $200.

Then it turns out actually getting the damn thing here would be $400. -_-

So now I have to try to cancel it.

And that’s not even approaching my china cabinet trauma.

Dammit. I think I’m loveseat cursed. I really wanted that thing, too.

(I know, I know. 1st world problems.)

At India’s birthday party on Friday, Anna and India told me that apparently there were fake nudes of me on the Internet. I was all, “Really? Awesome!” The story was that Anna had taken them of me when we were in Japan. That didn’t happen, but it was kind of gratifying that someone was interested enough in me to go to the trouble of making fake nudes.

But then Anna looked them up on her phone to show them to me, and they’re neither fakes nor nudes. They were just photos of another girl, and she had clothes on.

Damn! That’s so anticlimactic. I was hoping for like actual nudes or something. Preferably ones where my head is shopped onto someone with enormous breasts, because that would be hilarious. ^_^

(That model is a Brooklynite who goes by Marlo Marquise. I’m a fan.)

I just ordered this fabric because it is hands-down the most terrifying thing I could imagine making clothing out of. ^_^

Maybe this is related to that weird thing with me and art classes. For years and years, I made tons of sculptures and my sculpture teachers and classmates would be like, “Wow, that’s really creepy” even though none of them were supposed to be creepy, just pretty.

If that maintains, whatever I make out of this will probably wind up being interpreted as very cutesy and fun. But I really hate ladybugs (My mom thinks it’s her fault, but really what happened was one day I got up really close in the face of a pet ladybug and was like, “Holy crap! It’s a horrible insect with tons of eyes and mandibles and horrible little legs! WTF?” I hate butterflies for the same reason. They look pretty from far away, but up close they have the same horrific segmented bodies and glut of eyes as any other horrible insect.)

So when I saw this fabric on sale, I had to buy it. It’s horrifying. I don’t know what I’ll make out of it yet. Possibly nothing.

I am pretty sure if I wore the Grace Coddington T-shirt:

Everyone would just think I was doing this:

Frankly, I think that 2nd look is hilarious and I totally want to make it happen.

I’m really loving the current Nars collection. According to the website, the look is inspired by “Lolita.” I’m genuinely considering going and buying the whole damn collection en masse, up to and including the nailpolish. (Though I’ve kind of learned my lesson with buying nail polish: Don’t buy nail polish, you never paint your nails because you suck at it.)

LA people: Let me know if anyone is looking for a fashion writing job in LA.

It just stopped being time to have the air conditioner on in my house, and that’s a bit unfortunate. My air conditioner does a surprisingly good job of filtering cat hair. Whenever we pull out the filter to clean it, it’s like there’s another cat in there. It’s really useful.

But now it’s not air conditioner weather, and I’m noticing cat hair flying around more than it did 2 days ago. So Im’ considering getting an air filter. Maybe two, one for each room. But I don’t know anything about them. How can I tell if one is good? Basically I want something that will suck all the cat hair out of the room. I am not opposed to dropping a cat in and getting Mr. Bigglesworth out.

In related news, United Bamboo has the most genius marketing campaign ever. They’re releasing a cat calendar of cats wearing their Spring/Summer 2010 clothes.

I officially endorse The Vampire Diaries, which is on the CW right before Supernatural. (Supernatural is highly endorsed, but you probably are watching it already.)

I just wanted to officially endorse it, because I suspect many people are skipping it as an obvious ham-handed Twilight knockoff. I would have, except I had to watch it out of nostalgia. I was *obsessed* with The Vampire Diaries books when I was 12.

So I gave it a pity watch, and it turned out to be really good. OK, the female characters pretty much universally suck, but I think they’re getting better. And if the one weepy girl tearfully says, ‘Oh no, i wish I didn’t have these awesome super powers” one more time Nick says he’s going to throw a shoe at the TV. But the lead guys are good, and one of the lead guys is *really, really, really* good. So I’m officially hooked, and Nick loves it and owes it no nostalgia-based loyalty. So we’re officially recommending the show.

1. Finish & submit short story
2. Finish Max.