I’ve worn some really cute outfits since my last post, but instead of taking pictures of them and blogging about my day, I’ve been hiding in my garage for the past week making necklaces… and listening to Adele’s “Someone Like You” on infinite loop while doing so (it’s the most beautiful form of torture, but I don’t know why I did that to myself because it gave me a major emo). I’m hoping to open my Etsy shop, Once Upon a Smorgasbord…, sometime in November. I want at least 10 items done to put up for sale before I officially open it. And when I do, I will have my first give-away here on Le Fancy Geek! So stay tuned for that. 😀
I’m growing a bit too attached this Bambi necklace I just completed the other night. That’s the tricky part in making things — you become so fond of your creations that you don’t want to part with them at all. AH!
Here are some of my other finished pieces:
The Sleeping Beauty/Briar Rose, Peter Pan and Degas necklaces are all the same length, and much longer than the Bambi and Alice in Wonderland ones, which have lobster clasps. I have yet to measure either though — my jewelry making method is somewhat weird as I just put things around my neck and say, “Hmm, well I think that’s a good length” or compare them to necklaces that I already have, and just go from there. I also made it so that the pendants don’t swing around, so when you wear it you don’t have to constantly adjust it when it goes crooked (’cause my shit ain’t crooked). 🙂
Most of my stuff is Disney for now since I have a lot of random Disney images lying around, but I swear my stuff will be more than just Disney!<– but it’s not like too much Disney is a bad thing either. 😛
Tim and I have talked about going to The Walt Disney Family Museum for HELLA days since it opened a couple of years ago in San Francisco. We ended going to Disneyland before we even made it there, which is weird because it’s a lot cheaper and closer to us than Disneyland is. o,O
The museum is dedicated to Walt Disney’s personal history and included tons of personal artifacts and information about his family, including comics and art he had drawn in his youth, antique jewelry he had given his wife and daughters, his father’s fiddle, part of his miniature collection, awards, etc. It was really interesting to learn about his personal history and humble beginnings. I knew some stuff about him beforehand, but not much. My level of respect for him has gone up a few notches. I a got a bit teary-eyed towards the end as they showed things about his final projects and how he passed away. There was even a wall full of art that printed in newspapers after he died — lots of sad Mickeys and such. 😦
The museum is a bit overwhelming though because there is SO MUCH writing on all the displays — it’s like a 3D history book. And I can’t even remember half of the things I saw! Plus I got really distracted after I realized that some man we were standing behind totally farted on Tim and I when we were looking at a display. We thought the floor creaked, but then it started to smell like poop. I looked at Tim and said, “Did that really happen? Is that what I think it is?” Oi.
I think the standout part of the museum for me was the model of Disneyland. I kid you not, I got a bit teary when I saw it. I just miss Disneyland, okay? 😛
Taking pictures isn’t allowed inside the museum, which I thought really sucked at first, but then people would probably bogart every display and put a damper on the whole experience… but that didn’t stop me from taking pictures of some Mary Blair stuff near the coat check and restrooms! I mean, it was near closing time and no one was down there, sans one lonely janitor.
I am obsessed with Mary Blair’s artwork. She was a concept artist for Disney and worked on Cinderella, Alice In Wonderland, Peter Pan, The Little House, and a handful of other full length features and shorts. What she’s most famous for is designing It’s a Small World. Even if you hate that ride (and if you do, we can’t be friends), you have to admit it’s beautifully designed. And you see that helmet pictured above? It touched Mary Blair’s head. It possesses her DNA. With a healthy ovum, I can grow my own Mary Blair!!! Actually, I don’t know if that’s the real deal or a replica… I was too busy trying to be a rebel and forgot to read the note on the display case.
The gift shop was just as overwhelming — I walked away with some Bambi postcards, a Lady & the Tramp button, and a couple of plastic folders imported from the Mary Blair art show in Japan. Afterwards we were hungry as fck, and we still wanted to watch Drive, and I conveniently had some movie passes with me, so we headed to Pleasanton (the halfway mark between San Francisco and Stockton, I guess) and ate some grub, and then got our Gosling-Mulligan-and Hendricks on. But mostly Gosling. *sigh
I’m a really sqeumish person, so I don’t like too much gore — Tim has already seen Drive so I asked if I’d be okay because I heard Ryan Gosling totally smashes some guy with a hammer. He said there was one part, but it wasn’t too bad and that I should be fine. LIES! I had my hands over my face quite a few times, especially during the part where Ryan Gosling’s character just keeps on kicking some dude’s head in. I was like, “OKAY OKAY YOU CAN STOP NOW!” Tim apologized for forgetting about all the bloodbath. But with all the that aside, Drive was a really good movie. The acting, the cinematography, the soundtrack… sigh
Tim and I are currently crushing on Ryan Gosling too (Tim said he has a “bro boner” for him, which sounds way better than “man crush”). And there’s this blog I recently discovered called Ryan Gosling Disneyland Cats — IT’S AMAZING! It’s just a bunch of silly photoshop’d pictures of Ryan Gosling at Disneyland with cats (hence the title of the blog). It inspired me to make this when I got home:
Check it out, an OOTD (outfit of the day) shot in my newly painted batcave… er, I mean room!
As I posted last week, my dad and I painted my room purple. I really love the way it turned out, and my room actually feels like a room — like I actually feel like I live here now. Before it was just a big nasty mess and I was all kinds of overwhelmed. When I moved to Daly City 2 years ago I got to start with a blank canvas so it was easy to arrange things and keep my room clean over there. When I moved back to my parent’s house in Stockton, my room was a complete disaster as it turned into a storage facility of sorts. There are still some excess boxes with micellaneous items I need to sort through, but other than that, my room looks pretty fucking sweet.
Rory’s bed was originally in the spot where I’m standing in my OOTD pic, but he just really digs hanging out under my bed. Last night he whined a bit, so I let him sleep by me instead. It was quite nice to have something cuddly and furry snuggled next to me. 😀
Does anyone remember that show MTV used to have called Room Raiders, where 3 people get kidnapped from their homes and some random person goes in and inspects their rooms to determine who go they wanna go on a date with based on the contents of their rooms?<– long ass sentence. All the guys tended to say the girls who still had toys in their rooms were probably really juvenile and they always got the heave-ho. And some have said that girls who own too many purses must have emotional baggage or some horse crap like that. Needless to say, those bag hags got the heave-ho too.
Based on the contents of my room, I would TOTALLY not get a date. If I were a contestant on that show, some dude would be like, “Who the hell lives here? A 12 year-old?” No boy has set foot in my room, sans my homie Tim, and I still ain’t gettin’ no dates, so… um… yeah. x___x
Can you find my Doctor action figure dangling from one of my necklaces?
Star Wars + Audrey Hepburn + Elizabeth Taylor… I call my blog Le Fancy Geek for a reason, y’know.
All my Disney movies fit on one shelf! I’m weird in the way I organize my books and movies — nothing is in alphabetical order (except for my TV DVDs), but I do try to keep things together based on genre.
My fancy vintage typewriter has William Blake’s “A Poison Tree” typed out on the piece of paper that’s in it. ‘Tis one of my favorites. Y’all should Google it. Oh, and CHECK OUT MY SWEET ASS SONIC SCREWDRIVER COLLECTION. And my Dalek coin bank keeps my monies safe.
I just need to buy some frames for my Mike Maihack prints (Poison Ivy, Batgirl,and Wolverine having a tea party) that I picked up at Comic Con and find some other things to hang up on my walls and I’ll be all set.
My room is basically an outward reflection of my personality, and as you can see I’m nerdtastically rad. 😀