August 26, 2014

Mirror, mirror

The only mirror in our house is the one on the medicine cabinet. This means that every morning for the past year, I've had a pretty good idea how my face looks but just crossed my fingers and hoped for the best about the rest. It's bugged me for ages, but it wasn't until last weekend that I finally got off my ass and did something about it.

Australian landlords generally don't allow you to attach things to walls without express consent (it's one of many very restrictive rental rules here that make me crazy), so I couldn't use one of those inexpensive mirrors that can be stuck to a surface -- instead, I needed a full-length mirror that I could hang from an existing hook on a particular wall. And since we're only renting, I didn't want to spend a ton of money on something to fit that specific space.

I finally found something suitable at one of those stores that sell low priced homewares and knock-off goods. The shoddy Baroque styling wasn't my favorite, but it was the right price (read: cheap), would fit the space, and I figured I could funky it up with a can of spray paint.

Here's the before, including yours truly in all my crappy-and-unflattering-painting-clothes and makeup-free glory:

HOT, I know. Try to restrain yourselves.

Then came my least favorite part -- taping off the surface:


Wait no -- THIS was my least favorite part. Ugh. Sanding is the WORST.


And FINALLY, the fun part! I looooove spray painting shit. I have zero patience for letting paint layers dry (which was why I never used oils in my past life as an art student), so the instant gratification of spray paint is right up my alley.

I'd opted for a bright, cheerful yellow:


After one light coat:


After the third and final coat:


And finally, in our home:



It's still not a thing of beauty, but it's bright and cheerful, and I can make sure I don't look like a total hobo before I leave the house, so I'm declaring it a win. Yay for finally having a mirror on the wall!

August 21, 2014

Four things

One:

Portrait of a self-published author. Spoiler: he's a terrible writer, and this is a fascinating piece.

b)

Another literary portrait, this one of a bestselling ghostwriter.

III.

A nice reminder to be grateful in our everyday lives.

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[image stolen from here]

Laura Ingalls Wilder's REAL memoir is going to be published! EEEEEEEEEEE!

August 16, 2014

Bowled over

Now that the Pirates are in preschool, birthday party invitations have started coming in thick and fast; this weekend, we went to a party held at a local bowling alley.

The boys had never bowled before, but the prospect of crashing heavy balls into big pins was like catnip. After a little impatient waiting ("Is it our turn yet, Mama?"), our alleys were set up and we got down to business.

One of these days I'll get a genuine smile out of them again, instead of these squinky fake faces. IT WILL HAPPEN, DAMMIT.

After a few ball-flinging crashes, we broke out the ball ramp thingy (yes, I'm sure that's the technical term):




They had a good time bowling - and rocking those stylin' shoes - but were impatient for the main event: CAAAAKE.

A quick lunch of hot dogs an chicken nuggets, and it was finally time for CAAAAKE. Since the party was for a 5-year-old girl, there was only one possible theme:

Speaking of CAAAAKE: you all have read this, yes? If not, go read it. 

They were a little disappointed that it turned out to be chocolate (which neither of them are fond of), but managed to choke down a slice anyway, heh.


In the end, they had such a good time that I think we might have to schedule a family trip to the alley soon!

August 12, 2014

Binge watching

And with this...

"Wait, shortee, you want a book to read or a step-stool? Because I tell you right now, you ain’t stepping on the Goblet of Fire. Don’t be fucking with Harry Potter. Now you can step up on Ulysses — everyone says it’s so genius, but I call their bullshit. No one wants to go through all that rambling. Ain’t nobody got time for that." – Taystee 

...I became an Orange Is the New Black megafan.*

*(Even though I started a bit late.)

August 2, 2014

Bushed

My running goal this year was to run one 5k per month. There weren't any suitable local races in March or July so I've fallen a little short, but I'll still end up with at least 10 races for the year.

August's race was the Bush Capital Bush Marathon Festival. It's primarily targeted at long distance runners (the 63.3k ultramarathon had more participants than my little 5k!), and since it's the middle of winter, most casual runners are sensibly holed up indoors.

Still, I slapped on my race nails...

Brown for...dirt? I'll be honest, I had a hard time coming up with a matching theme for this one.
Also, ignore my dry, scaly winter skin. Eww.

...pinned on my bib...


...and shivered my way to the 5k starting line this morning:

It looks sunny and warm, right? NO. My smile was frozen from the cold.

Not being a trail runner, I only had a loose idea of what to expect. And I have to say, I'll probably never be a trail runner, ha!

The race itself was well organized and everyone was friendly and encouraging, but between running uphill for the first 2.5km and skidding on the uneven ground and loose rocks once I finally got to run downhill, well...I'm not a huge fan. How do people do this without breaking an ankle?! I trip on flat ground fairly regularly - I'm waaaaay too clumsy for rocky trails.

The speedy trail runners shot ahead of me fairly early in the race, and I suspected this might be my very first last place finish. For the second half of the race, I teamed up with a fellow road runner who was also struggling, and we joked our way to the finish line.

And in the end I wasn't quite last - I think I came in 21st or 22nd out of 24, and quite a bit slower than my usual 5k time. [UPDATE: confirmed 21st...AND last place? No idea how that works with 24 runners, and I know at least two were behind me. Oh well!] But I still got to cross off my August race, and got a finisher's medal mug!


I can't wait for the TWO awesome races in my September schedule!

July 25, 2014

Loser

I'm feeling very librarian-y today, so I tried to take a selfie to document the occasion. This was the result:


I'll never be one of the cool kids. *sigh*

July 23, 2014

Four things

One: We've all seen Weird Al's parody of "Blurred Lines" at this point, yes? If not, you're welcome in advance:


b) Literary shoes!

3 - 51 London benches turn into classic books. LOVE. (Bonus: 50 Sherlocks visited the Sherlock bench.)


IV. And now a non-literary one: Women Who are Ambivalent about Women Against Women Against Feminism. Go read. Now.
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