We’re hosting a kind of Mother’s Day customer appreciation thing at my work today. and were asked to wear dresses. Mine would be far too big at this point, so I picked one up last-minute, last night. Also got a cute lil cardigan to go with it, and cover up my armband tattoo.
Also used not just one but TWO shades of my new duo-chrome eyeshadows, because some of them are almost transparent on the outer lid. Darker ones seem to look better there. Either one would show when the light hits just right, but I think I like this combination.
The cardigan could MAYBE be one size bigger, so it comes closer to almost closing, in the front, but the dress fits really well. That was the last of that color cardigan there. AND IT’S PURPLE!!! The dress is mainly purple too. My fave color.
Anyway, I feel pretty babe-a-licious.
My press-ons have some chips to the finish. I suppose I could redo those? I do have another kit, and some time to kill. Just gotta put on my sandals, and pocket my phone, and I am ready to go. And I have literal hours to spare.
I was successful in retrieving a small, kinda fancy-ish purse originally purchased for a New Year’s Eve outing that didn’t happen, because I was a bit under the weather, it was gross outside, and Covid was still going VERY strong. Just as well. The dress I’d gotten for that night was NOT at all flattering. Ended up donating it. But I love the purse!
Finding the purse felt like a prized archaeological dig. I knew it was in the front closet SOMEWHERE. But where?!
Indie would be proud.
In other news, I recently received first book haul 1, then book haul 2, of my free books, from my rewards points at work. Here are my spoils!!! The book on myths of Ireland is ESPECIALLY lovely.
I guess these are sort of Mother’s Day gifts to myself. Because as we all know, I needed MORE books. My TBR pile is collectively sighing.
This one’s an audiobook. I had thought there was a chance it could be, because of the way the “cover” was shaped on the site. But I think I mentioned that, in a previous post. It’s okay. I love his voice, anyway.
Sci-Fi goodness.
Very excited to track down the movie, once I’ve read this one. DAMN I just looked it up. The movie’s two years older than I am! Not that I think I am ancient, but still. But it had hit my radar growing up, when I got really into Bowie.
What fabulous cover art! This one should be a fun read, too.
I am woman. Hear me RAWR!
I haven’t read bell hooks since college, but she’s got some real argumentative chops, for sure! Controversial and lively discourse.
Another non-fiction book on writing. Not as snazzy of a cover, but that’s okay. Boning up on writing books, little by little. Still have a couple already waiting, by Natalie Goldberg. One of those is about dipping into visual art (specifically painting), to unlock written creativity.
This one’s got a fun cover! I’m excited to see what-all made it into the book. Will definitely be looking for Mothman!
Graphic novel, with an LGBTQIA+ (lesbian) protagonist. In time for Pride.
This one was so reflective, it didn’t photograph well. But I’m curious to see what it’s about. I’m expecting something sexy, it being Henry Miller. Gritty and sexy.
That’s the outer box of the Irish folk tales book. Here’s the cover of the book that’s inside:
A cool little factoid about William Butler Yeats– he and I share a birthday, along with me and Chris Evans AKA Captain America.
Back before Twitter fell under new management, I used to hop on there every June and wish Chris Evans a happy birthday. Adorably, my dad thought it was unconscionable that Evans never returned the favor. “He’s pretty famous,” I told him. “He gets a LOT of birthday messages. I don’t think he can respond to all of them.” “Well, still.”
Back to Yeats: He also has an AMAZING quote on the Irish psyche, which I find intensely relatable, even if I am more American than anything. Our ethnic ancestral origins aren’t as significant outside of the US.
Here’s the quote:
“Being Irish, he had an abiding sense of tragedy, which sustained him through temporary periods of joy.” –William Butler Yeats
I just love that. I’m not sure if it’s still there, but at one point, I had printed it out, and my mom had put it on their fridge, because it reminded her of my dad (even if she’s Irish-er than he is).
She also once said Lou Reed’s song “Pale Blue Eyes” made her think of him. I’d left a CD or something in the car, and she’d listened to it, really digging that particular tune.
DANG! I have my Party Like a Rockstar playlist going. I forgot how much I love some of these songs. It’s false advertising at this point, since I don’t drink or whatnot anymore. Still fun to listen to.
Tech N9ne’s “Caribou Lou” right now. I impressed the hell out of one of my fellas, playing a mix CD with this on it. Happy memories.
Also, for funsies… on a very low-mood night (one of a recent few), I had taken all kinds of Snapchat selfies. I like this one the best. A long-distance friend said it made me look like a black and white movie star. AW!!! So flattering. I did have a little a bit of eye makeup lingering around my eyes, but most of that’s the filter.
Anyway… Happy Mother’s Day to any mamas out there. Bonus moms, aunties, grandmothers… role models, boss babes… and to all the women in my life who have offered me support as needed. I think we all mom each other now and then, as I have said before (maybe not here, but definitely elsewhere).
I’ll be celebrating with my mom tomorrow, as I will have the day off.
I did find more very amusing content on Pinterest about The Lost Boys. Not even all of it was David/Michael stuff. One of them: “You’re one of us. Dumber, and cleaner, but one of us.”
It’s only been recently that I’ve had to agree, maybe Michael could’ve been a bit more perceptive, all along… Not to mention, Kiefer Sutherland’s intensity as David really helped carry a lot of the scenes.
Jami Gertz apparently once said he was a real “animal,” that she’d be on the back of his motorcycle (since they didn’t just pull them behind a trailer… they were really riding), and he would tell her “relax.” And then, she noted, he popped a wheelie and broke his hand (hence David’s driving gloves… to cover up a rigged polyurethane cast). She’d thought if she’d been on the bike then, she could have died.
I imagine being a celebrity’s son, he probably had a lot of years in him, even at the tender age of 24. Donald Sutherland always struck me as pretty intense, too, especially the eyes.
A common trait, between them.
Mkay, more trashy music, and maybe nail repair. Rock ‘n’ roll people!
All the Bright and Sparkly Things 
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