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Yesterday I made a loom - I got the directions from a Threadbanger tutorial by Bobbiclothes. With this loom, I made a scarf and wore it all day yesterday. It's my new favorite scarf. I think I'll wear it today. Actually, I know I will, because it's wrapped around my neck right now.
Suck it with <3,
Kimberly
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Saturday, February 21, 2009
I Don't Want to Talk to Anyone But You
In the past couple of weeks I've seen elderly men who, from a distance, resembled my granddad. Today I went to visit his grave. They finally put the plaque in. I saw his name, engraved, the Sacred Heart and Blessed Virgin on opposite sides. And for some reason, this made me cry.
Before, his name was in removable rubber letters on a silver name plate with the name of the funeral home on top. It was small and temporary. This was it. This is it. I guess there was, and maybe even is, a little part of me that think this is all just a joke. Or a test. Like the next time I visit his grave, his name won't be there. Instead it'll read CONGRATULATIONS. Then someone in a black suit and dark sunglasses will approach me and tell me that I've passed. I am now emotionally ready to work for a secret agency as a spy. After this, they'll tell me to go to my grandparents house, where my granddad will be sitting in his chair, watching tv.
He's the one person I want to talk to right now, and I can't.
I hate everyone a little bit today. Even when I runaway, I can't get away.
Before, his name was in removable rubber letters on a silver name plate with the name of the funeral home on top. It was small and temporary. This was it. This is it. I guess there was, and maybe even is, a little part of me that think this is all just a joke. Or a test. Like the next time I visit his grave, his name won't be there. Instead it'll read CONGRATULATIONS. Then someone in a black suit and dark sunglasses will approach me and tell me that I've passed. I am now emotionally ready to work for a secret agency as a spy. After this, they'll tell me to go to my grandparents house, where my granddad will be sitting in his chair, watching tv.
He's the one person I want to talk to right now, and I can't.
I hate everyone a little bit today. Even when I runaway, I can't get away.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
I Really Like Making Pastry Pasties, Ya'll
Well, I mean I guess I do. I made mine to look like whip cream with a cherry on top; although some people referred to my boobs in the pasties as cupcakes. Either way, I was very happy with the way they turned out. Let me rewind and start from the beginning, or at least close to it. Actually I won't start there. I'll just start with last night. Okay. Here, wait, not yet, all right, now.
Last night was the best Valentine's Day of my entire life. Seriously, no question. I didn't have a "valentine" or anything fucking aCUTEly lame like that. Nope, last night was not amazing because I had that one special person by my side. It was wonderful because there were a bunch of special people! On February 14, 2009, I danced in my first burlesque show, The Death Match of Love at Gallery 5 in Richmond, Virginia with the Modern Burlesque Brigade.
My burlesque name is Yellow Kettle, which is also the name of my crafts and jewelry stuff. I did my piece as a cooking show, to the song "All Blues" by Miles Davis. The band picked it out for me, and I was really pleased with it. It involved confetti, condoms, a fake cake, and the pasties mentioned above. Oh, and lots of licking. The premise was that I was doing the recipe, and it was a little off so I do another recipe, and that one tells me to remove my clothes, so I mix in my robe, hat, apron and garter. Before that I "accidentally" put in too much of an ingredient, and I grab some condoms and confetti from the bowl and throw it to the audience. That was a good moment for everyone, I think. Finally when my cake is ready, I smell it, and the aroma of the fresh baked love moves me to take off my dress. I rip open the snaps, except for one, turn around and remove the dress completely. I grab the cake, hiding the pasties turn around, and show the audience what we have made together. Then I go center stage and raise the cake to reveal my pasties. After that I touch my finger to the "whip cream" and give it a lick. I wink, and peace out. Hopefully a video will surface and some pictures too, and I can put them up here for all my loyal readers (me and maybe one other person) to indulge in.
I also did the introduction to the intermission. That was basically me, in a huge trench coat, with two pieces of cardboard - one (to cover my two pieces up top) read INTERMISSION and the other (to cover my lady cave) read 10 MINUTES. I came out, looked really creepy at the audience for a good long while. Then at the peek of awkward, when even I could no longer handle it, I flung open the trench and revealed the sign. Some dude ran up with his camera phone, which was kind of even more awkward.
That was hands down the best time I have ever had on stage. It was also the first time I practiced with the band. S o I really owe them a lot. Everyone was wonderful to work with, and I'm really glad I was able to be apart of it. Thanks to anyone who reads this and came out last night.
Suck it with <3,
Yellow Kettle
Last night was the best Valentine's Day of my entire life. Seriously, no question. I didn't have a "valentine" or anything fucking aCUTEly lame like that. Nope, last night was not amazing because I had that one special person by my side. It was wonderful because there were a bunch of special people! On February 14, 2009, I danced in my first burlesque show, The Death Match of Love at Gallery 5 in Richmond, Virginia with the Modern Burlesque Brigade.
My burlesque name is Yellow Kettle, which is also the name of my crafts and jewelry stuff. I did my piece as a cooking show, to the song "All Blues" by Miles Davis. The band picked it out for me, and I was really pleased with it. It involved confetti, condoms, a fake cake, and the pasties mentioned above. Oh, and lots of licking. The premise was that I was doing the recipe, and it was a little off so I do another recipe, and that one tells me to remove my clothes, so I mix in my robe, hat, apron and garter. Before that I "accidentally" put in too much of an ingredient, and I grab some condoms and confetti from the bowl and throw it to the audience. That was a good moment for everyone, I think. Finally when my cake is ready, I smell it, and the aroma of the fresh baked love moves me to take off my dress. I rip open the snaps, except for one, turn around and remove the dress completely. I grab the cake, hiding the pasties turn around, and show the audience what we have made together. Then I go center stage and raise the cake to reveal my pasties. After that I touch my finger to the "whip cream" and give it a lick. I wink, and peace out. Hopefully a video will surface and some pictures too, and I can put them up here for all my loyal readers (me and maybe one other person) to indulge in.
I also did the introduction to the intermission. That was basically me, in a huge trench coat, with two pieces of cardboard - one (to cover my two pieces up top) read INTERMISSION and the other (to cover my lady cave) read 10 MINUTES. I came out, looked really creepy at the audience for a good long while. Then at the peek of awkward, when even I could no longer handle it, I flung open the trench and revealed the sign. Some dude ran up with his camera phone, which was kind of even more awkward.
That was hands down the best time I have ever had on stage. It was also the first time I practiced with the band. S o I really owe them a lot. Everyone was wonderful to work with, and I'm really glad I was able to be apart of it. Thanks to anyone who reads this and came out last night.
Suck it with <3,
Yellow Kettle
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