Tori!!!

It's been a while since I've talked of Tori Amos. I missed her show when she came to Montreal recently ,and I was too ashamed to blog about it.
But her tour is almost over now, and I found tons of photos of Tori as the Doll Posse. That woman makes me want to raid a wig store!


Tori (or T)--the stereotype of how the general public sees Tori Amos. Very red-headed and slightly crazy woman who is often found humping a piano-bench.


Then there's Clyde. Brownish-messy hair. The introvert artist type that I can relate with. But who's apparently a bit boring as a showgirl. I can't find good onstage pictures of poor Clyde.



Isabel--The political, pot-smoking part of Tori. Who sings about Bush and wars. She's one of the two blond dolls. Rather cool.


Pip---The Freaky/Emo one. Black hair, black clothes, the work. She is the part of Tori that made her become crazy and mad onstage. Screaming like a banshee in the middle of a song. She has been seen pointing a gun at her neck and rubbing a butcher knife along her thigh onstage. A real case. She must have been an interesting one to see for sure.

I kept the best for last----Santa. The platinum blond. I honestly didn't like her much when I first saw her on the CD. She looked like a stuck-up beotch. But now, I love the hair, love the dresses and shoes. And the attitude. She's the traditional sexy one. The one who doesn't care as long as she has the perfect lipstick shade. I would have loved to see Santa in a show. She poured drinks on stage and had the coolest songs.

Living Life

Yes, I figured that since we may all have only four years to live, let's live life at it's fullest!

I don't want to take the chance to leave this place without having done everything I really want to do. So let's start with something small. I never wear pigtails, because it looks childish on me, and I have come to accept that I don't have the kind of face to wear them graciously.

But today, I'm proud "pigtail-ed cabbage-patch kid". Yes I am. And I will even show you all.

Look, I even got an eye infection there on the left. And yet, I still post that photo. Be free!

The worst that could happen is that 2012 will just be another year, and I'll be a very accomplished 30 years old.

2012

A while ago, I heard about the Mayans and their calendar ending in the year 2012. I found it middly interesting, but quickly forgot about it.
Then I heard that Confussius predicted the World's End in 2012. And so those two thoughts went in a out of my mind from time to time with a bit of thinking about "What ifs", but nothing more. I don't like to think of the End. The religion I grew up in made me obssess about it for a good part of my life, and now I like to appreciate the daily pleasures of life as they come.

I mean who cares if it DOES happen really? I'm not too keen on becoming senile and sick and I don't even want to think about seeing my parents grow old. So in a way, it would be positive to go in a spectacular way along with our planet. As long as it's fast.
But then I love life. And I sure haven't done everything that I want to do with it. So this page here has got me slightly worried.
What do you all think about it?

http://www.december212012.com/articles/general_information/the_real_doomsday.htm

Winter Makeover

It's been snowing and raining in a messed-up kind of way here in Quebec.
So I figured I'd put up my winter environment on my blog already. It's started!

TAG

Wow! I finally got Tagged by someone (thanks Roxane!)

Rules of the Game:
Once you have been tagged, you must write a blog containing 10 weird, random things, (facts, habits or goals) about yourself. At the end, select 10 people to be tagged, listing their names and the reason you chose them. Send them a message ("You're It") and instruct them to read your blog. You can't tag the person who tagged you.


1.Life without music would make me insane

2.I have a tendency to always imagine myself doing something before I ever do it.

3.I need alone time like I need air: I am a happy and proud Introvert.

4.My Goddess archetypes are Hestia and Persephone.

5.I dislike six-packs in man, woman or beer form.

6.In high-school I was a complete geek and I wore salmon-colored leggings.

7.Grocery shopping is a relaxing and enjoyable ritual to me.

8.I still haven't figured out how Brad Pitt and Pamela Anderson can be considered sexy.

9.Sometimes, I get incontrolable Sushi cravings.

10. I will probably not TAG 10 other people, because I simply don't know that many people who blog. And I don't feel guilty about it either.


So, I TAG....

A) My lil' sis---because she has a blog and will like this.

The virtues of originality

I went to a coffee shop this afternoon. It was the kind of cute little place when you can go talk with a group or simply be alone, reading a book.
You can tell this haven is a corner away from the local College, because the majority of the costumers are evidently college students, doing homework or group projects. Now how do I know they are students? Yes, there are the books.

But I noticed today a strange trend.
College boys, at least 90% of those I saw there, have the same style. You can tell the main goal is to be original and outside the norm and non-conformist.

So I'm having a hard time understanding why the vast majority of them wear a beard, long hair, wool shirts (a few layers of them) and the occasional hippy-looking scarf and peircings . It's like the college-boy's uniform for the free-spirit artist. So much for being original. Or maybe I'm being judgemental here and they simply are too poor to afford a rasor and and haircut??

Hilarious Sillyness

If unlike me, you have been a lucky enough child. Your parents probably read you sweet bedtime stories of fairies and princesses.
If you are like me though, you had very religious parents (father) and the stories you got to send you to sleep talked of angry god and the perversity of the world.
If that was your case, you will probably enjoy this little cartoon more then anyone else. So there is an up-side to being a traumatised child....I seriously couldn't stop laughing, because I know that it's basically how to story goes, and it's freaking hilarious to notice all the details.

If you don't know anything about the Bible, it's still super funny, and if you are a Bible-beleiver with a sense of humor, well you'll like it too!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Gpy4Y2OdzY

Tea Salons

Yesterday evening, I went on a fun city escapade with a girl I've been talking to online for quite a long time.
It was nice to meet in person for the first time, sometimes I forget how agreable it can be to speak face to face with new people. Maybe that's because I usually don't connect with the vast majority of those I meet. I was surprised at how well it went and how fast the evening flew by. This doesn't happen a lot.

She took me to a very pretty little Tea Salon in Montreal.
We don't have those over here. The setting was so nice and cosy. It was a rather small place with little tables and pretty red paper lamps. Ancient looking tiny teapots and cups everywhere. We shared a yummy tea, I can't remember it's name but it was good. (We were both set on Chai Tea, but according to the waitress, Chai isn't *real* tea. Well I'll be damned!)
I just adored the way it was presented to us on a wooden plateau with our own little brown teapot and cups that had oriental symbols at the bottom. It felt like when I was a child playing Tea Party with my dolls.

I'm actually very proud of myself, I managed to take the Subway back without getting lost even once, thank god for the maps.
Cities are fun, hip and all, but I'm happy with my quiet suburban life and appreciate the pretty lights and boutiques and Tea Salons occasionaly on weekends. I guess I'm a country girl at heart!

The Dangers of Tofu

Don't get me wrong.
Tofu is amazing for our health, it's full of veggie proteins and whatnots, you can make it taste whatever you like and it has few calories. I love Tofu. Tofu is awesome.

But be warned. If said block of nutritious tofu is left forgotten at the back of the fridge for two weeks. It will turn a delicate shade of rosy-green speckled with light grey. Also, it will scent your entire fridge with a delightful aroma of pure *EVIL*!

I kid you not, if you need an easy solution to your evening chocolate cravings. Keep a rancid piece of tofu in your fridge and smell when needed. Foul!

Farewell pumpkins

Yep, the pumpkins and masks have been stored away until next year.

And since there is no way I will go the "Mall-way" and fetch the Yule tree on November 1th, the blog and my apartment will remain simple and Zen until December.

It's a good idea really, it makes me appreciate the specialness of Holidays even more. I can live without the colors and glitters and warmth and pretty, pretty ornaments for a few days....I can resist the Mall's temptation and the call of Christmas. I definitely can...can I?

The Good and the Bad

Celebrities. They may say they are just like us, but they are a weird kind.

It seems like some of them are at least still getting what is the spirit of Halloween.
As much as it has become princess day for little girls, it appears that for a lot of adult women, Halloween is just another excuse to dress even sluttier then they usually do.

This is why I feel the need to congratulate Neil Patrick Harris....and...*gasp* Ashley Olsen. Because they have truly freaky costumes. Especially that Harris guy. That evil clown will hunt my nightmares for awhile.
And to prove my point, Paris Hilton and Britney Spears, who else. Those pictures hurt my eyes and make me laugh at the same time. Seriously?? Spears is a millionaire, and she picks the trashiest, cheapest looking cat-whore costume she can find. I'm puzzled.

Happy Samhain/Halloween 2007!

All this time thinking about and preparing that one day. And here it is.

I'll take the opportunity to write about Halloween day now, since I will most likely be caught up with a new project in days to come.

I promise to report it if anything strange should happen on All Souls Night though.....

First of all, here is what my Autumn-Faery costume looks like when it's done morphing into an Autumn-Witch. Honestly, I like it better like that. With the shirt and everything.
And yes, that tiny pumpkin *is* rotten on top. On Samhain day, I am a mean witch. I tempt you with spoilt foods.

Here is little bro's costume. Makeup by yours truly. I'm very proud of it actually. It doesn't show that well on the photo, but I found out that you can make realistic veins and bruises on pale skin using only purple and black.

Love him. He's becoming such a pretty boy. Isn't he? I'd kill for lips like his.

And finally, Halloween 2007's Disney-Princesses results.
Honestly I'm very proud of the kids this year. It actually looked like Halloween and not a royal congress of glitters and bows. We had a Snow White and Ariel. But also, to even things out a bit: a Ladybug, a Cow, an Elephant, some character from the movie "Cars", a darling little Witchlette...

And best of all: a 2 years old little boy who had a pumpkin costume at home but rebelled his way into coming with a Little mermaid crown.

The Joy of Chai Tea

I'm just coming in from a short walk. The sun was almost set, but it still shone it's orange rays on my face, still somewhat warm. I didn't feel so cold even if the wind was chilly and the trees looked dead.

It always makes me so at peace and connected to go for a walk like that. 10 minutes, it's all I need. Just to feel the wind mess my hair and look at the clouds and enjoy the sun. (Or moon.)

Of course, it's always nice to have a mug of something warm after a walk, particularly in autumn.
May I suggest Chai Tea.
We all love Hot cocoa, it'll always be a classic, especially with those tiny marshmellows on top. But if you're up for something different, Chai is the way to go.
I know, I know, *Tea*, it can't be a real comfort drink, you'll say. Normally, you'd have any right to call me a Granola freakette.

But wait, and taste. Give it a chance.

According to the box, Chai Tea is basically a spiced tea. (Oriental, but that's just a wild guess of mine.)
So there is Tea, (Green or Black), cinnamon, ginger root, allspice, nutmeg, cinnamon oil, clove, clove oil and cardamom oil. Add milk and a bit of sugar to that my friends, and you've got heaven in a cup.

I'm sure it must not be too hard to make the mix at home, but it would take experimenting. Maybe when I'm in the mood I'll try it....until then, I'll go buy a few more boxes...20 bags will be gone fast.

PS. I have no idea why, but the spellcheck program I was relying on is currently working in french only. So that means, mistakes are back. So very sorry, you poor courageous souls.

Even she...

Yes, even the Girl with the Pearl Earring is getting in the Samhain mood.
Here, she wears a beautiful venetian mask from Atelier Marega. Isn't she very stylish?

Fun Link

New York is one crazy city...
Whenever I have a minute in the day, I go read bits of wisdom and weirdness from random New-Yorkers. It's good for your health to laugh.
http://www.overheardinnewyork.com/

Witches

Of course, the doll dress wasn't done before Sis' party. It could have been, but it's that darn case of perpetual lazy. And the lack of desire to sew all night after cold fall days with turbulent kids.

So I gathered what I had around the apartment and went as this:

I absolutely adore fall, so to go as some kind of autumn faery was very me. It can't be seen here, but I wore a long black dress and a beige braided suede belt (medieval-style) with leaves sewn on it. It was pretty cool. And easier then the doll. And I had so much fun with the makeup.

For daycare though, on actual Halloween day, I think I will recuperate the head-wear and fix it on a cool witch hat. (That I have yet to find, always true to myself.) And wear a long sleeved black shirt under the dress for modesty's sake. I always end up a witch anyway, but an autumn witch is new at least.

Speaking of daycare and witches, take a look at what the kiddies did today:

I swear some of them have very artistic tendencies. I strongly encourage to take a closer look, they are all so cool! 3 and 4 years old did this!

Also, what is up with the Moon? Every calendar I own mark tomorrow night as Full Moon night, and yet the Moon-phase calendar I've got here says that tonight she's 100% full...So what's the deal??

Urgency!!

Oh! I need to vent!

Sister's Halloween party will be sooner then we thought! 2 whole weeks sooner!
So that means I've got two nights and half a day to finish the patchwork on that dress, or my doll costume will be kind of pitiful, as I will have no choice to wear an everyday dress.

And I will end up looking like Rachel in that episode of Friends, who went to Phoebe's Halloween party dressed as a pregnant lady who really wants to wear that new dress she bought before her stomach grows too big. I don't want to be the girl who dresses in normal clothes complete with devil horns or a bunny tail. No, never.

So that means I'll be working twice as hard when I get home tonight. No more Miss Lazy ass. It's patchwork time!

Halloween/Samhain 2007

Here's a sketch I did this weekend of what my costume should look like

I'm still going with the Sally look, only I was starting to stress myself about making it exactly like the character when no-one around me even knows what she's supposed to look like anyway. So it's modified Sally crossed with the Black Dahlia. If asked, I'll just say I'm a freaky Halloween doll. Maybe I'll add some of those very long, vintage-looking pearl necklaces too....and black lace....hmmm.

I was still looking for a cool wig, but now I know why stores like to insist on wigs and costumes being not refundable. Because they look nice and full and luxurious on the box, and then when you open them, they end up looking like a rat nest attached to a net. A cheap, balding rat nest.

So damn if I need to use a ton of hair products, I will do my own hair. And it will look fine. Most of the effect will be from the makeup anyway, which will be dramatic compared to my usual non-made-up face.

Oh, I haven't started the patch-dress yet. I really should...I feel so lazy, I just want to sink in my sofa with the biggest blanket and stare at the TV when I get home and it's cold like that outside.

GOD! I finally found there is a spellcheck on this blog!! Your eyes should bleed much less from now on!

Lily's Embarrassing Fact of the Day

On my IPod, between Tori Amos' "Cruel" and Loreena McKennitt's "Incantation" there is a song.

No, I can't claim that my little brother put it there....Yes, I uploaded it on purpose, yes I dance to it and even sing along. Yes I am aware that it is musical crap and I'm terribly ashamed to like Britney Spears' "Gimme More".


I needed to share the shame, I felt dirty keeping this little secret to myself.

Let's get started!

Right!
So I spent yesterday night shopping around for a long red wig. I would even have settled for orangey-red. But no. No, it appears that all people want are those short violent red ones complete with devil horns, or the over-priced Raggedy-Ann yarn ponytails

In desperation, I even went to D-Tox, one of those Emo/Goth shops with lots of stripes and chains and printed T-Shirts, because they sometimes carry Nightmare Before Christmas merchandise along with their Emily the Strange collections. I loathe going into that place, I feel like the center of attention, my week-day attire ( jeans, un-cool curly ponytail and sweatshirt ) being stared at by all those eyeliner-ed and spiked clerks. No red wig, even less a Sally wig.

So I started to lose hope, and thought I could go as the Black Dahlia instead...because you know, that would be rather cool, I would love walking around with bright red bloody slashes on both sides of my mouth, with the period costume and flower in my hair and all....
Then I remembered this would also have to double as daycare costume. Slightly too morbid and hard to explain to a group of toddlers. I don't think they'd fall for the explanation that I'm dressed as the girl who loves to eat lots of ketchup and make a mess.

So I'm back to Sally...I guess I'll have to just dye my hair red with Henna and straighten it. I was going to do that anyway, try Henna again....That or I'll find the courage to glue hundreds of long yarn pieces on a pantyhose bottom to make my own wig. I would doubt that, because I already need to make a patchwork dress, and that will be a work of saintly patience in itself.

What I can't wait for though, is to paint all those cool stitches all over myself. Fun!