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After catching my breath, I realize ADT phoned my honey, but not me, so my contact info is probably outdated.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?

The rainbow connection

Yesterday The Honking Goose, a blogger whose posts I find rather delightful wrote on a topic that strikes me very near to my heart. Gay rights. Her post was intended to be humorous, and me, the ever politically correct overly sensitive excessively earnest individual that I am overreacted a bit. It’s a very thought provoking article, go read it. You’ll maybe understand why it got me all hot and bothered, maybe not. I think part of the problem was the level of sarcasm was lost on me, or hard to read. This JKC bangle represents me overreacting: off with her head!

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Regardless, she got me thinking about rainbows. Beautiful magical rainbows and the rainbow flag. The pride flag of San Francisco. And you know what? I love that flag. It’s takes a beautiful natural occurrence (rainbows) to celebrate the most beautiful natural occurrence: LOVE.

But she felt, as a straight person, that the rainbow is gone from her. That she can’t use it any longer. To which I say, why not? There are so many layers here to unpack.

First up, of course you can still celebrate and love rainbows. Rainbows are universal. Really anybody, gay or straight, can wear this Sobral bracelet for $90

IMG_2731.JPG The challenge is finding the outfit to go with it.

Secondly, even though rainbows also celebrate gay pride, so what? If the fear is that people might think you’re gay, guess what? That probably won’t happen but so what if they do? What’s the problem with someone thinking you’re gay? I think they’ll figure out pretty quick that you’re not. Worst case scenario it’ll be like mistaking you for someone who likes peanut butter, offering you a Reese’s and then you pass saying “You know, I’m just not a peanut butter eater, but thanks for the offer.” That’s presuming of course that you have any sort of appeal to be offered the peanut butter to begin with. Which, eh, how many people actually hit on you regularly? Sooooooo….. There’s that.

Though actually, whatever you do! Don’t mistake me for a peanut butter eater. I don’t want all those people pushing their Reese’s Pieces and Butterfingers on me. It’s just gross, and unnatural. Seriously tho. I hate peanut butter. This etsy bracelet by LifeTravelDesigns is so much barf to me. Ugh.

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Back to rainbows. Go for it. Wear them, enjoy them, celebrate what they sometimes represent: love. I can promise the first thing I usually think when I see someone wearing rainbows is not that they are gay it’s that they are a 90’s candy raver, and for that I’ll judge you.

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9.17.14 it’s so hard

IMG_2561.JPG Somedays, okay most days, I get so worked up about my dad. It’s a mile walk to my shop, and it’s just too much time in my head. It’s hard to write after that, because I’m dizzy. I hurt so much from missing him. He used to be my ride home every night. I was that strange adult child who spent way to much time with her father. I was so proud of it. Now I keep having these dreams where he’s alive, and I realize that I was wrong, mistaken about his death. I tell him he needs to see a doctor, he must take better care of himself or I’ll lose him. But then I wake up, and everything is still the same. Doing this blog of my collection, most all of which were gifts from him, it’s like a superstition almost. Maybe some day, after combining the right pairs, I’ll wake up wrong?

Today’s bracelets are the pair of resin Sobral bangles including the one I repaired on Sunday, my fake Cartier Clou (shhh don’t tell anybody that I gave you the website. I strongly frown upon knockoffs, always, at all times, especially after giving up my secret source), silver and Malachite bracelet from Mexico, and my pink Hermès Calèche.