Thursday, June 21, 2007

This ain't your hipster's workout

 I used to think I was coordinated but then yesterday, I attempted the Bollywood Dance Workout. This Saturday, there is a free Bollywood workout class that I was thinking of attending. I am quite lazy when it comes to "working out", actually, I am more than lazy since I don't actually workout. A walk or bike ride once or twice a week is a workout for me but I love to dance so I thought how fun would a Bollywood Dance workout be? To see if I thought I could stick out the class I checked my library and was gleeful to discover a DVD. In all seriousness, I thought I would rock this workout. I thought I would learn some nifty Bollywood moves. I thought I was super swell.

And then, I popped it in.

Not having any experience with workout videos I thought the sickeningly sweet and slightly overacted introduction was par for the course. Luckily it didn't carry over to the rest of the session. Three pretty and semi-curvy ladies are in a pleasingly Bombay-like decorated room that opens to a garden. The music is semi bad 80's movie with a lot of synthesizer. The instructions are voiced over and her voice isn't too bad. It is not at all unlike those early 80's aerobic shows that would come on in the morning before cartoons. The DVD is broken down into parts that add up to about an hour of movement. The first part, six minutes long is for the warm-up.

I stand there in my living room in my mushroom print pajama bottoms and black sleeveless t-shirt ready to roll. I shake my hips, I rock my hips, I am a hip, hip, hippy girl. I sway to the left. I sway to the right. I sway, shake and bounce and thank the workforce that Mr.A-go-go isn't there. I get into the groove and bounce, dip, sway, tap foot from one side to the next and then she says to speed it up and I'm doing a triple step. I'm a little awkward but I find my groove and I'm all bollywood girl. Then, she says, throw some shoulders in and I think to waggle them about kind of like shoulder rolls from belly dance but what the three beauties on my t.v. screen are doing and what I am doing are two completely different things. Huh? Okay, they're shrugging their shoulders. I can do that. So I do. Shrugging my shoulders and shaking my hips, I can do. Shrugging my shoulders while doing the triple step shuffle thing, I cannot. With each shuffle step and one shoulder thrust thing, I hop along the oh so old, wood floors in our tiny bungalow. With each hop against the floors little things jostle and move...a sock monkey falls off the shelf, a pen rolls off the ironing board, tchotkies here and there hit the floor. I'm like Godzilla who needs to get her groove on. I am cracking up but I can do this.

And then she says to speed things up a little.

What? I'm already moving around and knocking things down how on earth can I speed things up? I peer at the screen and see the ladies all shrugging their shoulders double time. Double time! Have you tried that? Are you trying it right now? It ain't easy I tell ya! Not only are they shrugging their shoulders double time, they are using their hands in a whimsical way and they are smiling and enjoying themselves all within the rhythm of the music. I'm not anywhere near the rhythm but I'm smiling, I'm enjoying myself. Actually I am rolling on the floor laughing so hard there are tears in my eyes and I need to puff my inhaler.

I used to think I was coordinated until Bollywood came into my life. I don't think I will be attending the free class this Saturday but I do think I will try the workout again. It's an hour or so long and I only lasted 12 minutes but boy, did I get a workout!

Check out the Bollywood version of Michael Jackson's Thriller!

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Under the quirky-not-so-big top

Have you ever had on those days where you seem to be in a circus of sorts? You know, when you open your mouth and some other unknown language sings out and things fall from the sky and you dissolve into giggles so bad that people cross the street so as not to walk by you?

Welcome to my Monday. It wasn't bad but it was one of those days. From the circus mirror in my head displaying BIG time to things falling from the sky to my inability to communicate in an eloquent manner. At least I can laugh which I did and if there had been anything in my mouth it would have come out through my nose. Why is it when people laugh in groups of two or more, the laughter is contagious but when a singleton guffaws gleefully people run for the hills?

The first incident is the circus mirror. I have this crazy circus mirror in my head. It is like I'm wearing warped contact lenses and no matter how cute and perky I feel, when I see myself in a mirror I see circus girl. Funky shaped, elongated in the wrong places and much more curvy than I like to imagine. I look in the mirror and I hear circus music. Gimme some balls and I'll juggle for ya! It ain't purdy when the circus mirror is in town and it lowers my mood disturbingly so. I know I don't really look like that at least I hope, hope, hope not but when I imagine that I do...I am a not so perky lobster-girl. After the circus mirror came the phone call. I had a kick off moment of forgetting how to speak which then shaped my day. I was calling a somewhat local hardware store to see if they still sold eggs from their family farm. In my head the conversation was going to go like this:

Them: Virgil's this is Beth.
Me: Hi there! Do you folks still carry farm fresh eggs?"

The reality went like this:

Them: Virgil's this is Jen.
Me: Folks!
Me: I mean um...eggs! Hi there! Do you still sell eggs?
Jen: Yes we do...
Me: Cool! Oh wait, um, are they you know...the kind...you know...what's that word? DO your eggs...I mean does your family still um...you know...well, harvest? Do you guys? Are they fresh?
Jen: Yeeeeesss? (back away from the phone!)
Me: Thank you! (all perky and not at all nutty sounding)

I hang up the phone and start laughing. What was that? Then I tried calling my dentist but the number was listed as disconnected so I called the operated and they verified it and tried to connect me but it didn't work so when I called back ot get the credit, all twenty-five cents of it, I couldn't figure out how to tell the new operator what the deal was and she too spoke to me in a slow and questionable manner.

Then, as I was walking to the library thinking I had conquered the circus mirror with my slinky (as in the toy, not tight) t-shirt, slouchy cropped jeans and pretty white parasol, a HUGE blob of bird poo plopped on top of the parasol. The bird was so generous that it oozed about almost dripping onto the sidewalk. The jacaranda blossoms were also falling and while they are all pretty in their purpleness, a purple blossom sticking to bird poo is somehow not appealing. This is where I laughed like a loon which caused a lady who was sweeping her porch to hurry inside and shut the door. I laughed because I imagined I was strolling all serene and pretty like humming a Doris Day tune when PLOP! At least the library had a bathroom and the parasol was made of nylon not paper so I could wash it off. Can you imagine if I didn't have the parasol? Thank you Chinatown.

Next up, I walked to the local bookstore and proceeded to harass a customer into helping me find a book. I didn't really harass him but I did think he worked there and got all embarrassed because I pride myself on knowing who is who and I should know the staff at the bookstore. I got so flustered that I did that thing where you can't stop cracking jokes at your own stupidity and you do that awkward laugh, snort thing. Sheesh! He was super nice though and took pity on me and flagged down a bookseller who could help me but who had no idea about the book I was looking for which is normal and I ended up finding it myself while the seller was standing next to me which made me clap my hands and say yay and then tell him he was good karma. Karma? I meant that he brought me karma but you know, it was one of those days.

My last stop was 7-eleven for a slurpee fix and all I did there was gut a guy with my poo-free parasol. Oh what an adventure.
aranzi machine gun volume 1
I did however pick up this nifty book/zine, Aranzi Machine Gun vol. 1 (volume two is out in July!) also which is a cousin to The Cute Book which I received a while back from the best box sender ever! Check it out, it is quite kawaii-adorable-nifty-cool-fun. It is a combination comic book/graphic novel/crafty expose'. I think my favorite short in this volume is Miss Applique which ends with nifty applique patterns and how tos.

Today I hope to kick this cold! Keep that circus music coming and hand me some peanuts won't ya?

Tuesday, June 19, 2007

Lookie me...I'm an Offbeat Bride!



Ariel Meadow Stallings, author of Offbeat Bride: Taffeta-Free Alternatives for Independent Brides has a super nifty OffBeat Bride website where Offbeat Brides can share their wedding stories. I'm excited to report that I made the offbeat cut! Check it out. There are oodles of nifty weding planning tips and fun, fun, fun stories like super crafty lady Susan's! Are you an Offbeat Bride? Share your story with Ariel and check out the Offbeat Bride flickr pool. For more pics of Mr.A-go-go & I clicky, clicky, here...

Oh and what you see up there is a peek into how we did our guestbook. I picked up a gray cloh covered album with black pages, stocked up on joycam film, threw a bunch of manilla shipping tags and glitter pens out on a table and went from there. I hunted down everyone and took picutres of them with the Joycam and then everyone signed their tags and viola! A nifty guestbook. Now, I am adding bits and pieces to the book like giftwrap swatches and their cards...I am loving how it is turning out! Thank you everyone who joined us at our middle of the week event!

Monday, June 18, 2007

The Week in Review: June 11-17


School's out...whoo-hoo! It was a nice mellow first week of vacation for me. I have a few weeks before I start my summer job so I am overwhelmed with what to take care of first. Yikes! Last week there was a lot of domesticity like grocery shopping and laundry. We have street parking here and one cannot guarantee a spot close to home when yer out and about so luckily, we have a wagon in which I can transport our groceries...isn't it cute? Also, the clothing line has be rehung finally and we're a dryer free zone for the summer. I think I need a new/old apron for holding my clothespins, somehow the freebie Martha Stewart one ruins my romantic ideas of hanging laundry. I managed to complete a handful of projects for srcumdilly-do! and a whole flock of birdies landed my way! Yay! We also hung out in the garden oodles and bunches and there was a bit of family visiting and of course granny. We finally finished off the margarita mix and moved on to mojitos. Seriously folks, if yer local come join us! Jennifer? Jenny? Cathy? Swing on by, Fridays at 5pm...there may be shortbread...

I am now however cold ridden and I don't know about you but colds really kick my arse big time so I will sit here and be a whiny, snarfly, cranky lobster-girl but you won't know it because you can't (luckily) see me! If I can stop my whining long enough I'm going to tackle me some chicken crafting...I still have no idea what I am going to make. Bwak! Click here if ya wanna know more about what is going on in the picture.

Happy year almost half over!

Friday, June 15, 2007

Photobooth Friday: lucha lucha

photobooth friday: don't mess with me

Darn this whole internet thing when it isn't working the way I want it to. Here's a picture. I'm too worn out and lazy to add any words other than I want to make lucha masks and I want to wear one as lobster-girl...hee-hee...happy Friday folks! Don't forget to check out the Photobooth Friday pool!

Thursday, June 14, 2007

Yummy Cupcakes



A couple of weeks ago when the lady Jenny and I hit the thrift stores on Thrifty Tuesday we stopped for cupcakes at Yummy Cupcakes in Burbank. I had been there once before but wasn't exactly keen on the experience. I was up for another go so we headed inside. It was so pretty with all the cupcakes every-which-way and the jars and jars of candles and stuff. I asked if I could take pictures and was introduced to Tiffany, the owner. We got to chatting and I had told her with a little wince and a cringe how my first Red Velvet from them was unsatisfying. She apologized and later, as I was checking out, she offered up a Red Velvet on the house and this one was much more satisfying than that first one I had. This one was moist and of a perfect texture and all the rest were just as yummy. My only complaint, which really isn't a complaint is that the frosting is too much. I'm a light-on-the-frosting kind of gall so I could have done without but after experiencing weeks and weeks of low customer service everywhere I turned, it was so nice and refreshing to meet and greet with the owner and have her be real. Thank you Tiffany! I'm hoping more and more choose Yummy Cupcakes for their sugar fix! Oh, and the one on top is a Lemon Tart! I also got the classic Yummy Cupcake and a Happy Day.