Forget Halloween. This year I am super pumped for my first Mondo Lucha experience.
Flyin' Lucha Libre wrestling! Burlesque and sideshow acts! Bad ass music and bands!
Like Tigernite. This quartet is made up of some of the most awesome humans I know making awesome human party sounds.
Check out Tigernite at Mondo Lucha on November 2nd. $20 for a boatload of shenanigans. Doors open at 7 p.m.
Shortly after turning eleven I discovered became aware of the Cranberries.* Side note: Don't you think it's interesting how many of us claim to have "discovered" an artist, author, sport, vegetable, etc? As if Item XYZ was in some sort of existential purgatory until you unearthed them at a hipster archaeological dig in central South Dakota. I digress...
I recall hearing Zombie on the radio late one summer afternoon. I instantly smitten with Dolores O'Riordan. Her voice was sweet and feminine, but also raw and powerful. AND she had an Irish accent! I know some people don't care for the frequent breaks in her voice, but I LOVED it. It was so different than the Celine Dion garbage that was being pumped through every. single. place. In a year of The Power of Love,I'll Make Love to You, and Stay (I Missed You), I appreciated that Dolores didn't sing about rubbing up on anyone. She sang about political conflict, poetry, and her own flaws. Her voice was real, her lyrics and emotions felt genuine, and my little tween heart latched on hard.** This week I'm unashamedly embracing the weirdness of the mid-90s with:
that hair! Not only did I adore Dolores's voice, I was enamored by her look. I soooo wanted her haircut, but was too big of a chicken to chop off my hair until I was in college. While my fears of a pixie-cut were unfounded, I did learn that blonde (well, brassy-orange) is NOT a good look for me.
these boots and this blazer. Dr. Martens are most certainly an icon of 90s style. I remember looking at the album cover and thinking she's wearing combat boots and a t-shit with a suit! If only I could be that anti-establishment... or something like that.
* My parents put up with me listening to the album No Need to Argue nonstop for weeks... and singing along poorly in my bedroom. Saints, they are.
**Feeling old. The word tween had not yet made it to mainstream lexicon when I was that age.
Next Friday is the summer solstice, the longest day of the year for those of us in the northern hemisphere. For some folks the solstice is just another day, while for others it cause for celebration and bears spiritual significance. During this astronomical event I cannot help but marvel at the awesomeness of our universe. For billions of years this rock that we call home has traveled along its celestial path, spinning and tilting the whole while. With each rotation we living creatures are granted a fresh beginning; each axial shift ushers in a new season. This week I fancy to celebrate the solstice with:
I have always had a preference for the colors green and blue. My apartment is a palate of neutrals and verdant shades. Peek in my closet and the story is quite similar...until recently. For reasons unknown, I have recently gravitated toward pink. I think it all started with a pair of champagne colored flats. Then came the softest, most wonderful magenta t-shirt. Followed by a blush camisole, a rose adorned tank top, carnation and gray plaid pajama pants, and fuchsia running shoes. Enjoy a rosy round-up!
This week I am starting another series: Fancy That Fridays. Each Friday I will post a round-up of things from the interwebs that just tickled me so. Enjoy!
this tea towel. Seriously thinking about purchasing one of these. Too cute to use, but certainly a textile worthy of hanging on the wall.
these cookies. Yes, they are labeled as holiday cookies, but
chocolate, orange & rosemary are year-round in my opinion.
this print by Kirra Jamison via sfgirlbybay.com. I just started exploring Ms. Jamison's artist page. It is brimming with brilliant imagery.
this jam. This tune has regular rotation on my running playlist. The new video? Fur hats, pirate ships, huskies, a tuba, and a living room pulled by a pick-up truck. What more could a girl want?
1. Unwilling to share the scratching chaise, Carmen sat on it until Simandl grew bored. Total brat.
2. Tried a twist on my Dad's classic chicken noodle soup- added lemon, fresh parsley and a few bulbs of fennel, traded barley for the noodles.
3-4. A fabulous night at the Milwaukee Symphony. Ler & I were treated to complimentary tickets for a performance of a Mozart piano concerto & Bruckner Symphony No. 4. In my opinion the horn section was the highlight of the evening, followed closely by the hefty trombones & tuba. I do love me some romantic era epic brass. An added bonus was getting to chat at intermission with my former bass teacher.
5. Sunday lunch with my brother, sister & mum. Followed by a decadent dessert of coffee & homemade truffles. That is not a photo filter- the truffles are just naturally that magical.
6. A gorgeous Sunday afternoon snowfall dusted everything in a fresh coat of white.
