Henry Morgan Kopek Prawno

Forever pocket watch
Today I checked my stats on how search engines find my blog. As usual, there are a large number of porn hits. Dog porn drives the most traffic to VeryBangled.com followed quickly by kopek porn. I googled kopek, it means ‘dog’ in Turkish. Score! I’m bringing in the international dog porn searchers! After we wade thru all the multiple porn and dog searches, the next most frequent search theme that brings you to me* is Forever + Henry Morgan + pocket watch. In a variety of combos.

Everybody is trying to find the brand of Henry Morgan’s pocket watch. This is some hard information to come by. My other Henry Morgan post and my other pocket watch post don’t return the exact brand. But you know what? After a lot of research today, I think Henry Morgan’s watch is by A. Lange Sohne, and dude, that isht disturbs the Forever timeline!
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A. Lange Sohne started in 1845 which doesn’t exactly jive with Henry Morgan’s narrative (being born in 1779 and all.)(Interesting side note, A. Lange Sohne’s stamp changed sometime after 1890 with an added curve to the ‘A. Lange’ part of the logo which is much different from Henry Morgan’s watch.)(Oh my god. I think I might accidentally be the Henry Morgan pocket watch expert.)
pocket watch bracelet
So then I wondered if there were any great pocket watches on Chairish.com since I have a -20% discount code that works until Feb 11, BathSense20, for you all to use. Anyway, no pocket watches! But I found this awesome bracelet/watch that I have never seen on an episode of Forever. However I have faith that with the right tie Henry Morgan could make it work.

*Welcome! All coffee is complimentary but cream is extra. Also, you are probably going to be disappointed on the dog/porn front.

A. Lange Sohne 1870 pocket watch at Christie’s
Pocket Watch Charm bracelet at Chairish.com

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11.1.14 no good

So I was extremely excited to brag a little about my day yesterday. It was quiet at the shop until LINDA RONSTADT walked in! She bought some soaps, and a nightgown. She hadn’t signed the back of her credit card and I made a little joke like “How on earth are you going to prove who you are?” Or something. I swear it was smoother than that, though. Anyways, she has shopped with me before but it still gives me a mild heart attack. LINDA RONSTADT.

She’s my most famous customer, though one time Danielle Steele’s assistant phoned looking for a full length, zip up cashmere robe. Because, who doesn’t need one of those? And Adam Savage from Myth Busters bought slippers once, but on a day I was out. And my silly 20 year old employee didn’t recognize him. Twenty year olds, I swear.

But so, I was all “I can’t wait to blog about this! This is the most exciting thing to happen to me.” That is, until the gunshots on my corner this morning.

Yep. Gunshots on my corner. If you know SF I bet you can guess where I live. It’s not Hunter’s Point, go with your second guess. This is part of the heart break about SF. I live across the street from a church, and behind the church are the projects. But on my block there are million dollar homes.

Everybody swarmed outside with the arrival of the cops, medics, and fire engines. My side of the street basically 100% white, the other side of the street 100% black. It’s shocking this clear cut division of racial and economic lines. White people = million dollar homes, black people = projects. Like I said, it’s heart breaking.

The shooting happened in our corner store, the ambulance rolled a black man out on the stretcher and loaded him in. An air mask was strapped to his face, so he wasn’t dead at the moment. But we don’t know now.

What I don’t understand is this: how are any guns ever allowed in SF proper? No one should have guns here, there is zero reason except to shoot a fellow human. Self defense argument or not, that means the only reason anyone carries a gun in this city is to shoot another person. We don’t have deer, we don’t have skeet shooting, the closest shooting range is in San Bruno. Again, the only reason a person in SF has a gun is to shoot another person. So it stuns me that the NRA recently lobbied for guns to be allowed in the projects. And they were successful.

That’s it. I’ll get off my soap box now. Argue with me if you want, and I’ll know you are the kind of person who thinks it’s acceptable for a human being to shoot another human being. It’s as simple as that.

3:30 PM UPDATE: the shooting victim died and the suspect is still at large.

Today’s bangles are Paris by Maximal Art, Paris themed charm bracelet from Goodwill, and Hermes Tohu Bohu bangle.

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10.18.14 rough starts

IMG_2836.JPG This morning, thank god it’s over.

My honey and I live at a busy intersection, our bedroom is directly on the street and last night I woke up to so much craziness caused by one extremely effed up dude. This huge drunk white guy was stumbling in and out of traffic, threatening people, attacking a few good samaritans, napping in the sewer grate in the street. After he followed some people up their steps, to tumble out again in the middle of a slug fest, the cops finally showed up to arrest him. Overall pretty entertaining to watch BUT this meant we were wide awake for hours in the middle of the night. And I work on Saturdays.

Fast forward to this morning, I’m groggily putting on my makeup when my honey tells me he missed a call from ADT, the burglar alarm service at my shop. I freak out because yesterday I locked myself out of my shop, but decided all was okay because my alarm was set and I had spare keys at our apartment. Apparently, I was wrong. I DIDN’T LOCK MYSELF OUT! My shop was unlocked ALL night long! So some unwitting customer tried my doorhandle this morning (despite the closed sign) found the door unlocked and set off my alarm.

Fortunately we live a mile from the shop. So I hop in the car, pull up to two lady cops waiting for me, confess my total dumbassery to them, thank them profusely for their speedy response and open shop. Cashdrawer, computer, everything untouched THANK GOD.

After catching my breath, I realize ADT phoned my honey, but not me, so my contact info is probably outdated. I login to correct it only to experience that horrible stabbing pain that hits me unexpectedly every goddamn day because everything in my life is connected to my dad. My main emergency contact for ADT is still my dad. My first thought, of course, is that I must correct the spelling of his name. These gut impulses that no longer matter are so brutal. So brutal. When exactly is the date that this too shall pass? Does anyone know?

Today’s bangles: two Sobral resin bangles, one repaired by yours truly, and my ugly bangle covered by a pink Hermès twilly.

Apropos of nothing, here’s a good song. Remember Le Tigre? Do they make music still?

10.14.14 silver score

IMG_2797.JPG Another successful Goodwill find: a sterling silver unevenly hammered bangle. So I’m wearing it today along with one of my psuedo North African bracelets, some Tiffany’s linked hearts, and the two narrow Native American cuffs. If you are interested, I’m selling some of my jewelry under the vintage section on my shop’s website or a direct link to the Bath Sense online shopping. Thank you At the Library for encouraging me to get my online shop back up and running 🙂 I apologize in advance for so much of my mug modeling the knit goods. Wow. That’s kind of an overwhelming amount of my face.

Full dinosaur disclosure

Full disclosure, I own a boutique (Bath Sense yay! says the queen of uncomfortable self promotion). Because of the shop I vendored at a San Francisco fashion week event last night on fashion blogging.

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It was ridiculous because apparently there is now a college major called “fashion blogging” and this is San Francisco. So. “Fashion”… One panelist very correctly answered “hoodies” when asked about classic SF style. Don’t get me wrong, there are some very very fashionable SFers. People here (myself included) definitely care about clothing, style and designers, but when a lady wearing Google glasses and just a boring black dress, like sooooo boring I wouldn’t even wear it to a funeral except maybe a funeral for Kinko’s (rest in peace), when she is “fashionable” at our “fashion” week? I just cannot use enough air quotes to express myself properly. And the tech dudes trying to explain their startup concepts that will fail in 2 months time? Ugh.

Anyway, so I’m there as a vendor, spying on the blogging insight panels, watching the jumbo screen behind them with the live hashtag feed and drinking wine when I decide to hashtag something. Hello tweet under my shop’s name (@BathSense #eyeroll)

“I think I’m the dinosaur in the room” is what I wrote. Hashtag the event name. And it instantly pops up on the jumbotron behind the panelists and freezes the screen. I THINK AM THE DINOSAUR IN THE ROOM! That is what we in the biz call branding. Bath Sense = I THINK AM THE DINOSAUR IN THE ROOM.

So. Let’s go with it. Here’s some cool dinosaur jewelry because I THINK I AM THE DINOSAUR IN THE ROOM #FTW

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Dinosaur Designsis just awesome. They’re located in NY and Australia. How’s that for a combo? My brother gave me some of their earrings for Christmas a few years back. This funky red bangle is marked down to $50 now! If it’s unavailable that means I decided to buy it.

What about this crazy thing?

IMG_2611.JPG Is it a bird? Do you see that yellow as a beak? Or maybe a football helmet? I don’t know but it’s $40 now! What would you wear with it? Hey boring black dress lady, let me swap out your weird glasses for some out-of-control jewelry, now you are rocking.

This one’s a little pricier:

IMG_2612.JPG It’s called Vanilla Pod, resin dipped in 24 ct gold for $336

Anyway, Dinosaur Designs offers a lot of interesting things. I like the hand touchedness of their pieces. You can really see the craftsmanship that goes into their jewelry. And they are big supporters of the arts which, full disclosure you guys? I’m an artist too. If we’re going to do this, let’s do this all the way. Www.margarettimbrell.com. Now I’m that embarrassed dinosaur in the room. *hides face* oh and? I was run over by a truck 7 years ago. One of my passports is Brazilian. I’m entering my 2nd IVF attempt in November. And I’m Superman. Now you know everything about me.