May 10th Vlog and a quick update!

So after a few attempts to remove the purple hair dye, I am now at a bubblegum pink kind of hair color. Huzzah.

Not much going on here, lots of work to be done. Going to start painting the new room on Monday but before that I have an awesome weekend with my friend Emmy planned which includes brunch, girly night, seeing Cabaret and watching ‘The Princess Bride’ because she’s never seen it.

Yep. That’s right. I actually planned FUN for myself this weekend. Fun that isn’t involved in work in any way. Shocking, isn’t it?

Of course on Monday I then have to bust my butt on painting/cleaning and of course getting some writing done.

It’s been a long week. Plz to be having caffiene.

A Squibble of Horribleness

So I have a guilty pleasure for memes.

I also have a guilty pleasure for Dr. Horrible.

Thus, this was born:

A Blog for a Vlog and a Day in the Life Squibble

So I didn’t get a vlog out last night like I wanted. This was partially due to laziness and partially due to feeling really grumpy about my latest hairscapade. After my usual dying session, I rinsed it out only to discover my ‘deep purple’ was a little too deep. It was practically black.

This made me a less than happy Kiri.

Not that there is anything wrong with black and yes, I know I don’t look bad with it (Ha, ha, take that mom, who said I was too pale for any shade of black) but I’m really hoping this fades a lot over time. Because anyone who has ever dyed their hair black knows that it’s a bitch and a half to go to any other color afterward. Plus it kills your hair. And my hair has been doing so well health wise, you know?

So I’m having a little bit of ‘dyers regret’ right now but I’m sure it will fade. Just like the color. In a few weeks it will eventually (and after a lot of shampooing) to some kind of lavender and I can either keep up the cycle or move on to something else.

The most unfortunate part, I think, is right in the middle of dying my brain goes, “I want to try cupcake pink again…”

Great timing, brain, really.

Oi.

Oh well. Chin up, Kiri, it won’t last forever and then you can work your way back to a pretty shade of pink so you can buy yourself some awesome dreads.  One day I may explain my obsession with pink hair to you guys… and why it’s the reason I ended up with five or six different pink wigs while I searched for “the perfect one”. Let’s just say, for now, where red hair reminds me of my childhood aspirations to be a Disney Princess that led me down the path of acting (My mother made the fatal mistake of explaining that someone was paid to be the voice of Ariel and I was ruined from that day forth), pink hair embodies confidence, playfullness and fearlessness. I want to get back to that point in my life. I’ve been all transitiony and moody lately.

Maybe this can be a physical representation of that transition phase. Who knows.

Anyway, enough of that “I’m being introspective and pseudo deep” crap. ONTO THE SQUIBBLES!

These were drawn back in the days of college (when my hair WAS black). Quick scribbles about my average school day at Cornish. Obviously you’ll have to click on them to enlarge and actually read them. Enjoy!

Introducing “Squibbles”!

So I’ve never been much of an artist in the way of pictures. I can doodle and for a while I was semi-decent at Anime-style people… but I have no illusions that this is something I could/would do long term. Mainly because anything that was a semi-decent drawing usually took HOURS to do.

However, I’m a total sucker for doodles and scribbles and what nots, regardless of my lack of drawing talent or photoshop skillz (Yes, with a Z).

So thus I present to you a new segmet in this blog: Squibbles!

Derived from the word Squib (It should be noted I’m pretty much drawing from ALL definitions of this word)

squib
(skwb)

n.

1.

a. A small firecracker.
b. A broken firecracker that burns but does not explode.
2.

a. A brief satirical or witty writing or speech, such as a lampoon.
b. A short, sometimes humorous piece in a newspaper or magazine, usually used as a filler.
v. squibbed, squib·bing, squibs
v.intr.

To write or utter squibs.

v.tr.

1. To write or utter squibs against; lampoon.
2. Football To kick (the ball) low on a kickoff so that it bounces along the ground.
and of course the word scribble.
scrib·ble
(skrbl)

v.scrib·bled, scrib·bling, scrib·bles
v.tr.

1. To write hurriedly without heed to legibility or style.
2. To cover with scribbles, doodles, or meaningless marks.
v.intr.

To write or draw in a hurried careless way.
n.

1. Careless hurried writing.
2. Meaningless marks and lines.
What brought this up? Well during my ‘clean before the move’ phase, I stumbled across some of my old sketchbooks and drawings… and they made me giggle. So I thought I’d share some with you over time. Some are silly, some are honest attempts at decent art but were created in a fit of boredom, some are barely legible.
So here we go, our first ‘Squibble’.
To make a little extra cash during the summer between semesters in college, I sold my free time to Starbucks and became a barista. I feel like everyone should, at some point, work this kind of job. Something that makes you smell like some kind of food product at the end of the day–the kind of smell that gets in your skin hair and requires an actual full blown half-hour shower in boiling water to get out. The kind of job where every other customer treats you like you’re sub human.
Why? So the next time you see some poor bastard behind the counter, you will sympathize and WON’T treat them like they’re sub human.
I’m getting off track. Anyway, we had these little badges with our name on them so that we could identify who was at what register. There was velcro on the back and what not and most people didn’t even bother to do more than write on their badge with a black sharpie. But, being the Queen of Customization that I am, I had to do something a little different.
So there you have it. A little squibble of Kiri as the Mad Hatter, pouring some (no doubt) epically tasting tea.

The “Firefly” Project

Okay, so those of you who have followed my sparse vlogging attempts, you know I’m moving. Well moving always means a new space. And a new space means I get to decorate.

So what have I decided to do, is try to embody some of my favorite things. As I wandered around the Bed, Bath and Beyond, I realized what I was feeling really drawn to was warm, antique-inspired decorations–especially clocks. This of course made me think of Steampunk. But that wasn’t really enough to go on. I looked at some bedding, really enjoyed the red and gold sort of look–and that in-turn made me think of Firefly–specifically Inara Serra’s rooms.

Which is kinda bad-ass. It’s got a great Chinese and Indian undertone flowing through the whole design and a sort of ‘other world’ kinda quality. So that got my mind going of how I could add to that…

And what I’ve basically come up with is a strange mix of firefly, steampunk, fantasy and even a bit of Alice in Wonderland (I get that feeling when clocks are involved ever). So over the next couple of weeks, (or however long it takes), I’ll be posting updates as this room progresses.

In the mean time, here are some awesome items I’ve been eyeing that inspire me:

These firefly lamps are knd of amazing. Something similar to these to hang from the ceiling would give a pretty interesting atmosphere. Also, holy crap, I love amber lighting.

I love the drape of this canopy and the sheer fabric. I’d love to pull something from Inara’s book and layer some  other colors in.