Kilty McKilterson

Remember when I said that I was making awesome Christmas gifts? Well I finished one early, and I had ants in mah pants about revealing it, so I gave it to Gunther early and called it a birthday gift.

BEHOLD, the fruits of my labor: 25 feet of wool-blend tartan transformed into... A semi-authentic MAN-KILT! (is that redundant? are kilts always manly?)

I was surprised by the abundance of handy kilt-making resources. This site is particularly good. I just followed the instructions, cheated with a little machine sewing, and cranked that sucker out in a day or so. The worst part was ironing all of thoses pleats, oh lordy!

Now the swine-flu infected birthday boy has something nice to wear while he smokes his pipe, haha.

[And oh la la, look at those legs. I promised I wouldn't post these on facebook, but nobody said anything about blogs (shhh!). Let me tell you; there are so many inappropriate kilt pictures out there on the interweb! I think I was blushing a little after doing a google image search, hm.]

Masterpiece Theater

Last night at the Man Cave we did fingerpainting and face painting, then we went on a midnight burrito run (with seven people squeezed into Gunther's little station wagon), and finally off to the countryside to watch for the last of the Leonids. Oh, sweet Fridays.

Photos by Matt K.

Ghetto Home Fabulous, Parent Style: Lil' Mimi and Buff Daddy

I just had to show you guys this -when I moved out of my parents house a year or so ago, I took my little bed with me so I wouldn't have to buy a new one. However, this meant that when I went back home to visit, I would be sleeping on a mattress on the floor or on the bunkbeds with my little brother(slumba party!). In the past couple of months, my parents designed and built this bed for me! Isn't it cute? My mom and I have different tastes when it comes to a lot of things, but I really do admire her strong sense of style and when this room is completely redecorated, it will go so well with the rest of the house. Then there is my dad who is amazing and can build anything out of anything! Someday I will do a post on the awesome Japanese puzzle boxes he makes.

Good job, Mum and Pop, and muchas gracias!

P.S. Look how tiny my old bedroom is! You can see how it gets such beautiful light in the mornings, though. It was a nice place to sleep and read and sew for 18 years :)

Mas Beav

I went home this weekend to visit my family. I was bored this morning, so my little brother and I had a bit of a photoshoot. Bubba, as he is called (ironically), is really into bodybuilding/weightlifting and never refuses to have his photo taken, which he why is also called "Zoolander" around these parts. We try really hard not to feed his ego. He is a sweet boy, though. I steal his gym shorts all the time and he never complains. Also, he has offered to beat up boys who break my heart, which is sort of nice and very unnecessary.

He was wanting to recreate the famous Bigfoot shot in this last photo. I think it just looks like he's poppin' booty, but whatevs.

I'm sure this won't be the last you see of the beav.

The Beav, and More

October 31st was a beautiful day weather-wise in my part of the world, and sadly it was probably my last really good day of bike riding, lakeside lounging, and outside cider drinking before the cold comes. Oh well.

That night, Gregoire and Moko Gobo threw a mean party, and by "mean" I mean...mellow. Below is the lovely ostrich rider, Matt K., from whom I ganked all of these photos. Thanks, Matt K.
From left to right: "Daria" [showing a lot too much leg], Large Enthusiastic Boy Who Couldn't Remember Anyone's Name, and "Michael Moore".

Oh Em Gee, "Slutty Spock". Best costume evah.

Daawuud was "Bro Magnon Man: half frat boy, half Neanderthal." I drew on his unibrow with permanent marker. Who knows how long he had to scrub to get it off. (Although, last year I drew my chest hair on with permanent marker and it came off quite easily)

From left to right: Pants Party Starkey - she bought XXXXL sweatpants and filled them with balloons, confetti and noise makers. In the middle is Pirate Potter, and then there is me, as the Beav. I almost [not really] died making that stupid beavotard. I thought I would be all smart and make a cast of my body to use as a pattern. This involved covering my torso in plastic wrap and strips of tape. I could not for the life of me cut it off, though, and I sat sweatily on the living room couch, waiting for my roommate to come home and help me until I realized that she was three hours away in another state. So I went back to hacking away at the thing; I seriously felt like I was in a Lady Gaga music video, tripping around my apartment in this weird, shiny green bodysuit. Of course I finally managed to get it off and it worked wonderfully, but that is on my list of things to never do again. Besides Gregoire's party, we went to a couple of others. There was a show at the Clawfoot House where Triggertown was playing some knee-slappin-bluegrass-jugband-I-don't-even-know-music. Unfortunately, due to my lack of vision and intense concentration on my fancy footwork, I totally failed to notice that I was being asked to dance by this handsome, bearded guitar-playing man who I have crushed on for forever. You guys, it felt like that one part in the Dennis the Menace movie where Mr. Wilson has spent 40 years cultivating his prized orchid, only to miss it's one and only bloom. MY ORCHID IS DEAD!

Just kidding, I have lots of orchids.

Let me know how your Halloween was if you haven't already, and welcome to No-Shave November! I am participating, but there will no photos of that here, hehe sorry! Hairy armpits are where I draw the line on this blog :)