Harri

Here's for the saturday boogaloo...

Have I told you about Harri? This one has to be recorded. I'll brief it down a tad--
The other day, Halloween to be specific, I worked with my coworker Tom (he was a cowboy, I was an indian) and he gave me some left over candy to take home, into my purse it went (purse which had been at the bottom of our closet in our old work building which is known to have a few mice). I get home, look in my bag, and one of the kit kats had been eaten from what had to be a mouse. It was carved out with little paper shreads all around it, but no mouse in my purse!

I was home alone then and was working on my laptop when out of the corner of my eye I see a brown thing run towards my printer area on the floor. It spooked me, and made me a little perterbed. I saw where it went, and preceeded to baracade the area surrounding the printer- which was the only place for him to go.I went though a half hour of disecting and trying to find where the mouse went--- I put the printer outside in a grocery bag, and then disovered the mouse was still in the house. That night he ate the crumbs i left for him, as well as climbed on the counter and ate Tim's left over Angel Food cake that was wrapped up. We heard him at 2 am, and got glue traps the next day (after naming him Harri).

Those only ended up moving about 5 inches twice (i think he was either stronger than the glue or lighter and never sank in)- once we heard, and the other we woke up to. So that didn't work. We got a snap trap (boo hoo) and since he liked angel food cake we put a little trail out of the closet to that. That night he ate the trail, but not the piece on the trap. Next night, the piece on the trap was gone, but no snappage (was I happy he didn't die or not?).

That evening I got home to an empty house (or was it?) and barly turned on the lights and saw Harri jump off the counter and under the fridge. We thought he had been hiding out in our closet (which was true) and so I tried to get him out from under the fridge, with no avail, sat back, and blimp! he ran from the fridge back into the closet.. doah!

We put the trap, which now had peanut butter on it as bait, onto the counter and around 2 am again, snap!!! Then wiggle wiggle. It was sad, right in the craineium. I made Tim take care of that, (but thanksfully it was on the counter not the carpet... bloody) Tim took him off the trap and tossed him over the hill (we didn't want the trash getting gross.

Two days later Tim saw Jimi (our neighborhood cat) eating it in our back yard.... the ghost of Harri past....

That was about it, til the next day when I get an email saying that there it a brown striped cat sick on our neighbor's porch, puking etc. In the end, it wasn't him, but I thought that would be such a bummer! Its ironic cuz we've had the cat in before, but couldn't let him in to catch Harri due to fleas, and we had had that snake in our garage before... where was he when we needed him?! What's with the infestations?!

Boy oh boy.

Plates

Here is again- the difference between Tim and I.

5 Octaves

This made me laugh to tears- enjoy.

Life in October of 2009

Wanna hear an idiot move? I sold some shoes on ebay the other day (ones that I had used for the fashion show), I was selling two of the same style, in different sizes. She ordered size 8 and apparently I sent one shoe of the size 8 and the other size 10. Doah! (we've also been watching alot of Simpsons)

Overall update- doing pretty good. Ive been enjoying designing so much lately. I am almost (but not!) overloaded with designing garments (swimwear, ready to wear, couture, and conceptual). It is fun, but so so so hard to do. Don't misjudge this, (I had a guy ask me what I was studying and he says "what do you do, just design stuff?" and its really hard in one sentence to shape a person's perspective of a 300 billion dollar industry and what it really entails) it is really hard to put a good mood and trend board together, as well as a beautiful and marketable color palette and fabric story.

More in depth, I've truly enjoying sharing this process with my mother and her dial up internet more than ever. Its neat have her be part of that creative flow although we live not so close.

Also, thank you Jesus for Tim's job. He got a job at a ritzy supermarket close to home and its working out great!

And no idea for a Halloween outfit yet.

Idea of Perfection: (what is this?)

Allow me to preface this with- I am not a writer. Not to say I am incapable of writing, but its doesn't come naturally. I wrote a story for my "Story Writing" class (who would of guessed?!) last quarter. I wrote one about a lady named Lorraine. I updated it after many helpful corrections and rebukes, but it lead me on a mind tangent tonight driving home.

My story is not perfect, never will be. My teacher is a published writer, and even in her stories, after readings by many many professionals and great amounts of revisions, there are still mistakes. Same is true with anything I create. And then, oh and then, when I finally feel (haven't yet) that I have accomplished something close to perfect, that is just the beginning, because with art, public, commercial art, other opinions matter. Who's does? Mainly the critics who see my work, those in the fashion industry who can effect my career, my customers, because someone has to wear what I make (otherwise my creation is void, literally), and those close to me.

However, the "how much" it matters varies and this is where perfection really does become subjective- (which is a hard word for me to say is truth) Who knows if I'll ever reach perfection on earth? Likely hood- probably won't. And again, like last night, am I okay with that?

It reminds me of one of my favorite quotes, one that I relate with so greatly- "Maybe its the thought that next time might be perfect, that keeps us going." by Viktor and Rolf.

Anyways, read my story if you get a chance, its on my other blog that is dedicated to stories, especially those of my co-workers. Its called Story Catcher.

Lack of Cool

I've always wanted to be one of those people who are cool. I know that sounds like a pointless statement to say, because I don't know who deep down wishes the opposite, but still.
My friend was over tonight, showing us pictures of a wedding he was in lately, how totally rad the pictures are of the bridal party were (and truly, they are amazing and evoke a bit of envy in my though I hope to translate that into happiness for the couple) then telling us hilarious stories about the brother of the groom and how he owed him "a puke" and these crazy things that some cool guy did that made people roll in laughter and make up for a hang over. Its funny, as I say that, it sounds lame, but I love when a person can infect another person enough that the first person just loves to tell stories about the other person. Did you follow that?

Anyways, I've been learning how neat it is that famous rad dude named Jesus loved something inside of me, not because he had to, but because he did. Not cause I was cool. But regardless. That is so sweet and clear.

I think that is so boggeling because I've never met anyone else who is able to do that, I think that deserves my worship. God blows me.

So if that was it, is that enough? Am I really ok with that?

New Cool Thingies

So, quick message here since I have an 8am class.

Website is done! Check it out if you haven't already at www.autieautie.com! It doesn't have hardly any work (series) on there, but soon soon! Gotta start somewhere right? :) Oh, and if you refresh it a few times, there are three random hand drawn backgrounds that will reveal themselves.

And can I just mention something else for my own personal record. I have the coolest parents. They visited last weekend, we talked them into spending that night (which was unplanned) and since they had no where else to stay- what better than our abode? Except they didn't want to switch us for the bed (so they could rest their hard working backs) but they decided to camp out side. Literally. They set up a tent on our back porch, with sleeping bags etc. The "camp" noises were very out of place with sirens and freeway sounds.

It was a funny feeling going to bed knowing they were out there. They said that over almost 30 years of being married, they've never gone camping just by themselves. We had a good time. And no one tripped in the morning off the porch step!

Goodnight.