My fortune cookie says I will be graced by the presence of a loved one soon… OH GOODY

Soooo you may have noticed that I’ve basically been MIA from the blogosphere for almost a month… SOWEE.

I’d like to tell you that I have a legitimate reason, perhaps even a fantastical story, to explain my absence, but ALAS, I am naught but a humble pirate. Meaning I have no explanation. I wasn’t fighting an outbreak of a drug-resistant TB strain in an impoverished region of Peru. Nor was I studying the mating rituals of a rare species of endangered rabbit in its natural habitat of Southern Australia. I haven’t spent the last three weeks in the pitch black solitude of an Alaskan ice cave, busily working by candlelight on my literary piece de resistance. I can’t even tell you that I was circling the seven seas in a deep sea kayak, drinking rainwater and staving off insanity by singing Jimmy Buffet songs to a particularly adorable piece of seaweed. No… I wasn’t doing any of those things.

I’m back at school now, and the truth is that I’ve been playing with water guns and bubble wands, taking advantage of the pleasantly spring-like sunshine here in the ‘Burg by curling up in blankets with my roommates on the patio outside our dorm. I’ve spent my time reading about AIDS and other emerging diseases, talking in a ridiculous falsetto, riding on the coattails of my friend Welshie who’s training for a marathon, and trying—unsuccessfully—to throw clay on the wheel.

And now, right now, I’m finishing up the remnants of my Chinese food dinner (beef and broccoli, beetchezz), fiddling with my awkward bangs, and affording maybe 37% of my attention Anastasia, the movie my roomies are watching.

But I can promise more posts coming soon. With actual pictures. Fashion? SHOCKER. Clothes? WTCRAP. Ya ya ya shutttuppp.

Look Ma, no hair!

OH EM GEE.

snood doggy dogg

HOWDY ~

Anyone who knows me knows I’m crafty. No, not crafty like sly and devilish, but crafty like artsy. Like, I can’t sit still through an hour of TV without having something in my hands to draw or sew or scrapbook or otherwise create. And let’s not forget my latest crafting venture: knitting.

It’s sort of grandmother-ish and homely, I know, but I like knitting. There’s something incredibly relaxing about the monotonous way those needles clack back and forth, the yarn twists over and under… And hey, I can make cool shit, too.

The first finished product of my old folks pastime is this chunky snood.

But first things first. What is a snood? A snood is two things:

1. An odd computer game which involved creepy little faces, almost like virtual Crazy Bones or something… (It was a strangely popular homeroom activity in high school.)
2. A scarf, generally chunky, of the circular variety, with neither beginning nor end. (See: the circle of life, the water cycle, my friend Karl’s logic.)

For those of you who want to try your hand at making your own snood:

• You will need approximately two balls of thick yarn. I used Lion Brand Thick & Quick Yarn. (And obviously, two knitting needles. Mine were size 15.)
• Cast on a multiple of 4 stitches plus 2. (I did 30.)
• Do the raspberry stitch—a super easy permutation of the knit and purl stitches—(directions and helpful video) until your snood is the length you want (about 30 inches).
• Lace both ends together with the remaining yarn.

GOOD NIGHT, AND GOOD LUCK.

snap crackle prep

Hey hey hey it’s 2011. Happy new year. Eh… SCHWEET.

Kay so now that’s out of the way, let’s move on to the meat and potatoes of this post (What’s taters? PO-TA-TOES). But not really, because I don't actually have any dinner material to share. Speaking of dinner, though, last night was Saturday family dinner night, so we went out to New Garden in Needham—which, by the by, is only the bawss-est Chinese food place this side of the moon—and the conversation at one point centered around the fact that decent looking girls can get into any college party and drink as much free beer as they want (which, in retrospect, is an odd thing to talk about at dinner with my mother, aunt, and grandfather present…) Regardless, my mother was of the opinion that this is a sexist practice leftover from the days of yonder, but I think it’s more of a sexual thing than a sexist one… And you can’t really consider sexual orientation as a form of sexism, right? Anyways, that’s my completely pointless thought for the day.

You’ll be glad to know that while I was getting my Chinese-food-face on, I also shared an awkward hello with the ex’s parental, bit into some chicken wings like 16th century royalty, and learned that I will soon “go on a pleasant trip to a place far away.”

This outfit is one of my favorites in a while. I love the cravat—reminds me of this photo of Kourtney and Scott, which I think is simply a-dor-a-ble. And the sweater is such a throwback to the letterman sweaters of the fifties. I saw it at the college bookstore back in Williamsburg, dropped a hint to my Mum while she was visiting for parent weekend, and what do you know! To my complete astonishment, I found it under the tree on Christmas day. Don’t you just love it when your parents get your not-so-subtle hints.

Also, have I explained what a TWAMP is yet? I think that I have (ahoy, right here), but as a refresher: a TWAMP is a Typical William and Mary Person (a.k.a. a nerd with excessive school spirit). I for one am a twamp. And this sweater? Serious twamptitude. Twaaaaamp.

OH OH OH and in case any of you were wondering, I bought the Bensimons again. (They were readily available and on sale at Madewell… LAZINESS.) More shoe-porn later.

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blouse – Old Navy

W&M sweater – bought it at Barnes and Noble??

cravat – vintage

jeans – Madewell

sneaks – Bensimon

watch – should probably be returned to my other ex…