
The Loneliest Girl In The World

Sad Bunny Puppy

Two Monsters

Conjoined (for sale)

Minding My Business (sold)
The title of this post pretty much sums things up. There's been a lot of thread around my apartment lately, but sadly it's still not nearly enough. These are the pieces that are off to a gallery in L.A. I still have so many embroidered illustrations I have drawn out, but yet to sew. I don't know if I should list more embroidered illustrations in my Etsy shop or not. I listed one and it sold, but I don't know why I'm reluctant to list more. Hmmm.
In other news I went to two malls today, which is frankly two malls too many. The idea of going to the mall always sounds enticing. I think to myself ooohhh... I'll get clothes... something different and exciting... maybe shoes too and earrings... oh and a lip gloss... normally I leave with a pretzel, diet coke, and a renewed hate of 16-year-old girls. I have one simple rule when shopping for clothes... if you look better in what you wore to the store than what you're trying on DON'T BUY IT. And today I was in an extra frumpy t-shirt and still found it quite easy to follow my little rule. Sad. Or I see all these totally unrealistic clothes and I'm like yes Ashley you absolutely have a place in your life and closet for that weird cropped asymetrical fill-in-the-blank. The good news is I found a couple dress-like things to wear over jeans and/or under t-shirts for the summer. The colors I settled on after much internal debate were black, black, and black-and-white striped. Daring, I know.
Right now I'm still in the giddy-about-my-new-clothes phase, but there's no guarantee that that will last long. I mean it's not like you can trust store mirrors and lighting. And I'm not just saying that because of the retail store smoke and mirrors (literally) bullshit. I'm saying that because we all have our one (or two) mirrors in our homes that we trust. We see ourselves in it everyday. So even if it's completely inaccurate, its inaccuracy is consistant. So if my new mall clothes look bad to me in my mirror than I know they're bad. I don't think I have the strength in me to look at my new clothes in my mirror yet.
Also, I feel kinda bad. We were suppossed to find Drew new jeans and new shoes. Neither happened. In part because I hogged our mall time and Drew says I need to be there when he buys shoes or jeans because I'm the only one who cares. Stupid boys. The other week when we bought him running pants I kept urging him to try them on and he was like "no, I'm a boy, pants are pants. I'm a medium." And you know what? He's right. His little running pants fit him just right. This just proves to me there's no underestimating the power of hips and a butt. It makes shopping soooooo very different.
O.K. that's all my complaining for now.