<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:17:17.557-08:00</updated><category term='show'/><category term='what I wore'/><category term='Ben'/><category term='ladyfingers'/><category term='Jamie Coakley'/><category term='business'/><category term='diy'/><category term='long beach'/><category term='visalia'/><category term='fresno'/><category term='polyvore'/><category term='Linden'/><category term='music'/><category term='art'/><category term='cats'/><category term='inspiration'/><category term='madonna inn'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='tragic girls'/><category term='hair'/><category term='etsy'/><category term='teenage shero'/><category term='los angeles'/><category term='travel'/><category term='Wikipedia'/><category term='Laura'/><category term='food'/><category term='karaoke'/><category term='rock and roll'/><category term='intersecting LA'/><category term='cake'/><category term='Jenn'/><category term='lady party'/><category term='ladies'/><category term='Kim Burly'/><category term='sale'/><category term='mix tape'/><category term='dance'/><category term='friends'/><category term='30 days of barbra'/><title type='text'>Troismois</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>430</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-617103255996423087</id><published>2011-09-28T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T10:34:45.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be a Professional.</title><content type='html'>Welcome to the jungle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.auroralady.com/" title="aurora's new website by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6027/6190788750_1745b29148_z.jpg" alt="aurora's new website" height="455" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is... my new weblog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenn, Ben, and myself have been working on my &lt;a href="http://www.auroralady.com/"&gt;new site&lt;/a&gt;. It's been an adrenaline-filled rush. Can you believe Jenn made all this cuteness happen? She's a dreamweaver, for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now on, you'll find all of my content at &lt;a href="http://www.auroralady.com/"&gt;www.auroralady.com&lt;/a&gt;. Please update you links and readers accordingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one more little change-- my email address is now alady@auroralady.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that, go on over to the new site! I'm hoping you'll keep on with this amazing ride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-617103255996423087?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/617103255996423087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=617103255996423087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/617103255996423087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/617103255996423087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/09/be-professional.html' title='Be a Professional.'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6027/6190788750_1745b29148_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-1436818060194383647</id><published>2011-09-24T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T11:40:53.535-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><title type='text'>I'm a Zombie Girl, In a Zombie World.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/6176045417/" title="bestfriendz by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6161/6176045417_a1cce73d79_o.jpg" alt="bestfriendz" height="592" width="800" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little something I did for the show: "&lt;a href="http://www.zombieartshow.com/"&gt;Zombie: An Art Show of Apocalyptic Proportions&lt;/a&gt;". I am not so much a fan of zombies, so I had to do a bit of research to make this happen. I knew I was out of my element when I drew Zombiegirl's nose, and it came out perfectly in the first try, and then realized it was going to be a greenish-grey nose. Woe is me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-1436818060194383647?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/1436818060194383647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=1436818060194383647&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/1436818060194383647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/1436818060194383647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-zombie-girl-in-zombie-world.html' title='I&apos;m a Zombie Girl, In a Zombie World.'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-4675131588457142611</id><published>2011-09-23T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T08:02:32.945-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what I wore'/><title type='text'>What I Wore: Dressed Up Denim</title><content type='html'>Because &lt;a href="www.jenniferemerling.com"&gt;Jennifer Emerling&lt;/a&gt; knows that all I think about is blogging, she hooked me up with a mini What I Wore photo session (the truth? We were doing test lighting for a wedding assignment she had). These pics are almost a month in the making, and I think they are beautiful. You need to hire this girl now--her calendar is getting crazy, and it's gonna be impossible in a year to book her unless you have made her a Jenn-sized unicorn costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/6173119975/" title="auroratestshot09 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6159/6173119975_898ce73526_o.jpg" alt="auroratestshot09" height="541" width="805" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's since gotten a little cooler in L.A., but there were a few melt-y days in August where I could only bear to throw on a dress and this jean vest. I don't think it got smelly, but I wouldn't have been surprised. Thank goodness I keep Febreeze around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/6173119881/" title="auroratestshot05 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6160/6173119881_3b6fdeb958_o.jpg" alt="auroratestshot05" height="805" width="538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took these pictures at the Design Center--a tiny campus nestled near our old neighborhood in Mount Washington. Even though we are maybe, at most, a half hour drive away now, it felt like another world! L.A. is bonkers that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/6173119765/" title="auroratestshot04 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6161/6173119765_c8bb260f50_o.jpg" alt="auroratestshot04" height="805" width="538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/6173119717/" title="auroratestshot03 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6165/6173119717_96fdb6e5a5_o.jpg" alt="auroratestshot03" height="538" width="805" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/6173646840/" title="auroratestshot02 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6158/6173646840_52e6dfcc56_o.jpg" alt="auroratestshot02" height="805" width="538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dress: Laundry by Shelli Segal, via Goodwill on La Brea, $5.99&lt;br /&gt;vest: Nine Planet Jeans, via Goodwill on Beverly, $4.99&lt;br /&gt;hair flowers: leftover from our wedding&lt;br /&gt;boots: No brand, from Buffalo Exchange, $12.99&lt;br /&gt;bracelets: my mothers&lt;br /&gt;earrings: rhinestone heart from Forever 21, $4.99, rhinestone feather from Forever 21, $5.99 (two different ones at once, always!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-4675131588457142611?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/4675131588457142611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=4675131588457142611&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/4675131588457142611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/4675131588457142611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-i-wore-dressed-up-denim.html' title='What I Wore: Dressed Up Denim'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-1247353414452869064</id><published>2011-09-22T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T13:06:07.225-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 days of barbra'/><title type='text'>30 Days of Barbra: Welcome to the Dollhouse.</title><content type='html'>Today I face one of my most intense decisions since moving to L.A.: do I brave &lt;a href="http://www.thegrovela.com"&gt;The Grove&lt;/a&gt; on my bike, or drive over and have to deal with validation? I figured I'd put off that nutty little adventure in favor of sharing something so sweet, it might just send you to the dentist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say sweet, I'm not kidding. Through my limited studies of Barbra during this project, I realized that I had developed my own version of her in my rad noggin. The type of image that has her swaying around in black and white caftans, and lounging next to reproductions of the statue of David. White, of course. She'd drink white wine and laugh coyly at how pedestrian my own ideas were about home design (namely PINK! And flowers. And hot cocoa and popcorn.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, &lt;a href="http://www.lindseykabus.com/"&gt;Lindsey&lt;/a&gt;, a hard core Barbra fan, schooled me the other night (you'll be hearing about our Barbra date soon. Ye-ow!). We sat hunkered over the computer, and I gasped at what I saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you ready?? Barbra's home! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/6171303478/" title="HBZ120110_293 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6164/6171303478_b36c65b367_o.jpg" alt="HBZ120110_293" height="465" width="365" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;from &lt;a href="http://www.harpersbazaar.com"&gt;Harper's Bazaar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so, Babs is totally lounging. But what I want you to focus in on is her dolls! They are everywhere! I also have a solid appreciation for her light set up for those large paintings. Girlfriend ain't messing around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/6170770793/" title="babshouse6 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6161/6170770793_8224e8d514_o.jpg" alt="babshouse6" height="416" width="605" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.oprah.com"&gt;Oprah.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindsey and I both decided we need to model our closets after this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/6170770855/" title="babshouse7 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6162/6170770855_514b0bde43_o.jpg" alt="babshouse7" height="416" width="605" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;from &lt;a href="http://www.oprah.com"&gt;Oprah.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What is this, Barbra? You leave your magazines in a flippin' basket by the couch?? It's all so cozy! My reality is slipping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/6170770599/" title="HBZ120110_294 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6162/6170770599_ebb69211e0_o.jpg" alt="HBZ120110_294" height="465" width="365" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.oprah.com"&gt;Oprah.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am totally drawn to the eccentricity of this situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/6170770629/" title="HBZ120110_295 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6166/6170770629_2dd6ac87b8_o.jpg" alt="HBZ120110_295" height="465" width="365" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.harpersbazaar.com"&gt;Harper's Bazaar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave it to Harper's to make sure Bab's is dolled up and serene. This might be my favorite. She can go from girl next door to elegant woman of the hour. So versatile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/6171303090/" title="babshouse2 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6177/6171303090_4d27c9193e_o.jpg" alt="babshouse2" height="460" width="358" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;from &lt;a href="http://www.harpersbazaar.com"&gt;Harper's Bazaar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dame-y-ness of this last photo goes straight to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I fell in love with her a little more after seeing these. There's nothing about it that's wild--it makes me think that her priority is comfort and sweetness. What could be more endearing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-1247353414452869064?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/1247353414452869064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=1247353414452869064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/1247353414452869064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/1247353414452869064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/09/30-days-of-barbra-welcome-to-dollhouse.html' title='30 Days of Barbra: Welcome to the Dollhouse.'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-6488458055428901198</id><published>2011-09-21T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T14:37:37.855-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>The Curvy Model</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/6169966677/" title="mandy by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6173/6169966677_c9e13bcc55_b.jpg" alt="mandy" height="805" width="617" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mandy  Fierens (aka "&lt;a href="http://thecurvymodel.com/"&gt;The Curvy Model&lt;/a&gt;") is a model from Pittsburgh. She was on my radar a long time ago due to her cutie pie blog, and I was super stoked when she asked me to do a small portrait of her. Mandy's gorgeous (obvs.!), but she's also my new best friend! I actually felt myself trying to stay on track as we tweeted each other about painting our toenails, her coming out to California, and listening to Barry Manilow music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be sure to check out her &lt;a href="http://thecurvymodel.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;-- loads of outfit posts and musings. She's got other big projects on the horizon, but I gotta keep my mouth shut for the moment. Until then, you can also peep the brilliant &lt;a href="http://www.modcloth.com/Modcloth/Womens/Shoes/Boots/-Co-boot-Blue-Heel?utm_source=modblog&amp;amp;utm_medium=referral&amp;amp;utm_campaign=mspromo_fashion%2Bweek"&gt;boots&lt;/a&gt; she modeled, that I'm totally dying over.  So. Cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-6488458055428901198?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/6488458055428901198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=6488458055428901198&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/6488458055428901198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/6488458055428901198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/09/mandy-fierens-aka-curvy-model-is-model.html' title='The Curvy Model'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6173/6169966677_c9e13bcc55_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-8195956612429639397</id><published>2011-09-20T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T13:53:21.184-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Wedding Dance-a-thon!</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago, Ben, Jenn, and I went to the wedding of our friends, Christina and Patrick. The wedding was held on the campground where the couple met, and it was just as sweet and fun as I expected!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the reception having a blast: inviting strangers to dance with us, dancing solo, dancing with pie, and dancing with our respective drink glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/6130739157/" title="wedding4 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6082/6130739157_fa1d41285a_z.jpg" alt="wedding4" height="481" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/6131289162/" title="wedding6 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6182/6131289162_7328c81791_z.jpg" alt="wedding6" height="640" width="481" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Ben's trademark Levi's Actionsuit. He has two, because he's so MANLY! But I'm sure you can devise that based solely on his rooster dance moves!&lt;br /&gt;Also of note: Ben wears little boy ties on the weekend to loosen up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/6131289270/" title="wedding7 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6185/6131289270_af8e114fbd_z.jpg" alt="wedding7" height="481" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh-oh! GOING FOR IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/6131289484/" title="wedding9 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6069/6131289484_dae44cbfb7_z.jpg" alt="wedding9" height="481" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This child-size Shriner's Cap was a totally intentional part of my outfit, but I'm convinced that people thought it was a prop from the photobooth. Ce'st la vie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/6130739659/" title="wedding8 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6074/6130739659_414da5d49e_z.jpg" alt="wedding8" height="640" width="452" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenn's Barbie heels are pretty amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/6131288840/" title="wedding3 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6084/6131288840_38468cb3b5_z.jpg" alt="wedding3" height="640" width="455" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So are her dancing pie skills! Go git it girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/6130738829/" title="wedding1 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6183/6130738829_fd2d2da0d1_z.jpg" alt="wedding1" height="481" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't have an evening without posing in a restroom like you are desperately seeking Susan. Note: Totally into faux eyelashes right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-8195956612429639397?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/8195956612429639397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=8195956612429639397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/8195956612429639397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/8195956612429639397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/09/wedding-dance-thon.html' title='Wedding Dance-a-thon!'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6082/6130739157_fa1d41285a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-100981217555365466</id><published>2011-09-15T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T19:33:07.450-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><title type='text'>Blogger Portraits: Apocalypstick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Earlier this summer, I put together a set of different blogger portraits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up, the irrepressible &lt;a href="http://apocalypstick.com"&gt;Apocalypstick.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/6150630851/" title="apocalypstick by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6205/6150630851_8854b90054_z.jpg" alt="apocalypstick" height="510" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almie Rose is a great writer (read her entry on &lt;a href="http://apocalypstick.com/2011/09/14/learning-from-katy-perry/"&gt;Katy Perry&lt;/a&gt;--she actually has me halfway convinced that I should give Katy another chance), but her real bread and butter are her videos. I DIE! Witness: her brilliant "How to Get Over a Breakup":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/o0nuUDNJ9hA" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amie, let's hug and cry. I've got some antioxidants just waiting to make us healthier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-100981217555365466?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/100981217555365466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=100981217555365466&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/100981217555365466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/100981217555365466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/09/blogger-portraits-apocalypstick.html' title='Blogger Portraits: Apocalypstick'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6205/6150630851_8854b90054_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-5553934163427835633</id><published>2011-09-15T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T13:03:53.214-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><title type='text'>Just Cattin' Around</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Two pieces I've completed recently-- can you hear the meowing?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/6150984210/" title="aa2 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6067/6150984210_f9b35a4887_o.jpg" alt="aa2" height="527" width="805" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see this blog header over at &lt;a href="http://www.adventureaversion.com/"&gt;Adventure Aversion&lt;/a&gt;-- my friend Rita's blog. Check it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/6149772679/" title="Portrait of Smooshie for Doe Deere and Mark by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6072/6149772679_e8ef533ac1_o.jpg" alt="Portrait of Smooshie for Doe Deere and Mark" height="805" width="603" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small portrait of Smooshie for Doe and Mark. xo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-5553934163427835633?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/5553934163427835633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=5553934163427835633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/5553934163427835633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/5553934163427835633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/09/just-cattin-around.html' title='Just Cattin&apos; Around'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-1549483666733530948</id><published>2011-09-13T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T17:11:41.534-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what I wore'/><title type='text'>What I Wore 9.13.11: Rainbow Connection!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love Los Angeles because there is art everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/6145410232/" title="aurorastripedress06 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6064/6145410232_d2c523b732_o.jpg" alt="aurorastripedress06" height="755" width="568" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wall is right up the street from our apartment. It's huge--and covered with a mural of the Beatles as bandits, as well as some &lt;a href="http://www.mrbrainwash.com/"&gt;Mr. Brainwash&lt;/a&gt; stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/6144860049/" title="aurorastripedress07 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6061/6144860049_092e4c2eeb_o.jpg" alt="aurorastripedress07" height="543" width="755" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought this dress on Saturday before &lt;a href="http://www.limecrimemakeup.com/"&gt;Doe's&lt;/a&gt; housewarming. It's colors called out to me like a beacon! I love this cut and the chevron stripes. It's the ultimate summer dress: light and bright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/6145410614/" title="aurorastripedress04 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6183/6145410614_fb858991da_o.jpg" alt="aurorastripedress04" height="755" width="568" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Necklaces:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scorpio: from Urban Outfitters in Hollywood, on sale for $10 (a lot for me, but I have a tough time resisting Scorpio themed anything)&lt;br /&gt;Crab: gift from &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.jenniferemerling.com"&gt;Jenn &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locket: gift from Kristin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/6144860337/" title="aurorastripedress08 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6201/6144860337_163bccf0dd_o.jpg" alt="aurorastripedress08" height="568" width="755" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoes: found outside my apartment, Dansko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/6144860481/" title="aurorastripedress03 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6209/6144860481_950acac383_o.jpg" alt="aurorastripedress03" height="568" width="755" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dress: Goodwill on Beverly, Stuart Alen, $5.99&lt;br /&gt;Belt: it's so old, I can't even remember!&lt;br /&gt;Lipstick: &lt;a href="http://www.limecrimemakeup.com/"&gt;Lime Crime in My Beautiful Rocket&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunglasses: &lt;a href="http://www.loveculture.com/"&gt;Love Culture&lt;/a&gt;, $5.99&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/6144860617/" title="aurorastripedress02 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6175/6144860617_77476551bf_o.jpg" alt="aurorastripedress02" height="755" width="568" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-1549483666733530948?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/1549483666733530948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=1549483666733530948&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/1549483666733530948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/1549483666733530948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-i-wore-91311-rainbow-connection.html' title='What I Wore 9.13.11: Rainbow Connection!'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-1313579819660260363</id><published>2011-09-09T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T14:25:56.256-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what I wore'/><title type='text'>FASHION: Turn to the Left (and Use Harmony Korine's Video Camera...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last night, if you had on earmuffs and a set of blinders, was Fashion's Night Out in Los Angeles. Ben and I went last year with some friends, so we knew what to expect: people in black, people who smoke, and people who are impossibly good looking. We prepped &lt;a href="http://www.jenniferemerling.com"&gt;Jenn&lt;/a&gt; with this information and then proceeded to get dressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/6130739839/" title="fno1 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6080/6130739839_42ce052a3f_o.jpg" alt="fno1" height="485" width="645" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pictures are like the candy version of a Harmony Kormine film. That drink on the left? It's not full of weird meth-y stuff-- it's filled with water! HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/6131289760/" title="fno3 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6076/6131289760_64722d497c_o.jpg" alt="fno3" height="485" width="645" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why no, we'd rather not drown cats, thanks Mr. Korine. Instead, we want to hug cats! &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/6130739909/" title="fno2 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6206/6130739909_d137b6905c_o.jpg" alt="fno2" height="485" width="645" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? We're not obscure or mid-western or confrontational enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/6131289866/" title="fno4 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6189/6131289866_252e76f68e_o.jpg" alt="fno4" height="485" width="645" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just checking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-1313579819660260363?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/1313579819660260363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=1313579819660260363&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/1313579819660260363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/1313579819660260363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/09/fashion-turn-to-left-and-use-harmony.html' title='FASHION: Turn to the Left (and Use Harmony Korine&apos;s Video Camera...)'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-8679898514060140415</id><published>2011-09-06T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T06:51:10.530-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lady party'/><title type='text'>Lady Party with Yvonne Vallejo of Tits and Giggles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/6123411067/" title="yj1 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6190/6123411067_f204cb0557_o.jpg" alt="yj1" height="550" width="795" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne Vallejo's been in the blogging game for a long time--she's a pro at having just the right touch when it comes to things that are, well, "touchy". Yvonne runs the guffaw-inducing blog, "&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.titsandgiggles.com"&gt;Tits and Giggles&lt;/a&gt;", which is a sex-positive space for her to share her experiences and help others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've known Yvonne a long time--perhaps longer than most of my friends--and I knew she'd be a thoughtful and articulate person to bring into the "Lady Party" fold. Here, she talks about her good friend, Johanna, and how she's influenced her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is the name of your lady?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johanna Tanori.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How did she come into your life? At what age? What was the situation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was probably sophomore year of high school when I met her…but we really became good friends our senior year when we had Science and Government classes together. We both only needed one more semester of Science for our graduation requirement and somehow we were both put in a general science class for juniors. Naturally, being the only two seniors and loosely acquainted we sat next to each other and behind two junior boys. Every day before class Jo and I would go down the hall to buy candy which we would eat while writing notes in our science journals to each other, and making the boys do the hard work. Our Government/Economics class was the other class we had together, first thing in the morning. We would talk to our teacher about Rage Against The Machine, and voice our opinions against the talkative asshole jock in class. These classes pretty much sparked our friendship: we went off campus to lunch together, ditched often together, smoked weed, and did all kinds of other typical fuck-it-all I’m a senior stuff. After our graduation ceremony we went to get our diplomas together and our Government teacher told us we were the two coolest girls in the class of 2001. Adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Were there challenging events in your life that you were struggling with, that she helped you to understand or clarified for you? How did she do this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High school is everyone’s time to struggle with who they really are and we just generally beat ourselves up over becoming who we truly are. She always seemed so comfortable with who she was and confident; and I wanted to be that way too! We also really clicked because our humor was so similar and she was the first person who I could really laugh with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you know right away that she would have an impact?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t…but after we bonded I definitely knew that we would be lifelong friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What was the characteristic that drew you to her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her personality and sense of humor were definitely the characteristics that drew me in; I loved that we had the same extremely caustic sense of humor and that we both liked to mock the people around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you two become friends or was distance imperative to her influence on you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We definitely became friends very quickly. It was like we gravitated toward each other because we were so alike…but completely different at the same time—opposites attract.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How did your relationship evolve?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We became very close friends, she spent so much time at my house that my Mom began stocking her favorite juice in our fridge. I felt like I finally had the sister I’d always wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where is she now? What is she doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is in San Francisco now, freshly graduated from Parsons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In what ways, specifically, did she influence or guide you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, specifically learned how to not really give a fuck about what other people thought from her. Johanna has always done whatever SHE wanted to do. If she wanted to cut her hair a certain way or wear a funky thrift store dress…she DID and she just owns whatever she does. Growing up, I just did not have that kind of confidence at all, so having a friend that did definitely pushed me to have the confidence I do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Was there ever a point that the relationship soured? Was it ever repaired, and if so, how?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There definitely was a breakup! It was over something so stupid and we didn’t talk for almost 2 years. Those 2 years were absofuckinglutely awful! When we finally repaired our friendship it was awkward: I was working at a cosmetics counter in Macy’s and she got a holiday job as a fragrance model, so we were directly across from each other. She made the first move and came up to say hi, we sussed things out and in a matter of hours things were back to normal like we NEVER had a stupid fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How did you actively try to be like her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I tried to emulate her confidence. My other friends were always meek little “I need to do 100 crunches so I get flat abs” girls…Jo just always rocks whatever, whenever, however and somehow manages to make it look fierce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where you ever repulsed by her, and what triggered that feeling? How long did it last?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was never repulsed by her. I think I was disappointed for awhile because she took someone else’s word and without hearing the other side of the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is she still in your life, and in what capacity?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is still in my life, and I hope she will always be in my life. We are still very close, even though she is in SF thanks to technology. Twitter, Facebook, texting, Skype…all are fabulous tools to maintain a long distance friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Yvonne!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'd like to be interviewed for Lady Party, email me at aurora.armijo@gmail.com. I love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-8679898514060140415?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/8679898514060140415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=8679898514060140415&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/8679898514060140415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/8679898514060140415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/09/lady-party-with-yvonne-vallejo-of-tits.html' title='Lady Party with Yvonne Vallejo of Tits and Giggles'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-9093187582446302383</id><published>2011-08-31T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T16:40:34.230-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 days of barbra'/><title type='text'>30 Days of Barbra: Funny Girl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/6101027875/" title="funny-girl-poster by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6193/6101027875_01ab336a40_o.jpg" alt="funny-girl-poster" height="805" width="567" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's probably no surprise, but I had never seen a Barbra Streisand movie! When I decided to do my 30 Days of Barbra Project, my knee-jerk reaction was to comb Netflix and see what I could find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their instant feature didn't let me down-- "Funny Girl" was right there waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I had read her Wikipedia article (hey, you gotta start somewhere), I already had a mini- background on "Funny Girl". I knew that it was Streisand's first feature film, and released in 1968 (this sort of shocked me. I know that 1968 is DECADES ago, but I've had crushes on dudes who were born the year after. So I had to deduce that this was gonna be a hip movie).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Funny Girl" is the loose biography of actress Fanny Brice. She's small-town, looking for bigger things, and banking on her immeasurable talent. Who doesn't love that? Fanny is a firecracker (check the clip below!) and aware of how she looks and moves--she mentions over and over that she knows she isn't "pretty" (just a sidenote--this sort of grated on me. Streisand has a unique look, but you'd be a troll not to realize her beauty in this movie. Girlfriend is a looker!). Moreover, Fanny is confident in her skill as comedienne, and it's this lethal combination that gets her noticed by the boyz in power, particularly hot shot Rhett Butler wannabe, Nicky Arnstein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/mRbIjcKB_CY" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't bore you with the details of their romance, since, yeah, it's sorta boring. Streisand really  kills it when she's on stage, singing and delivering zingers like  nobodies business, and though it was heavy content in the first half, I  could help but wish for more during the last half hour. She's. So.  Charming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/6101574080/" title="MfgSeat by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6203/6101574080_29720946ee_o.jpg" alt="MfgSeat" height="475" width="805" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'd be remiss not to mention the other star in the film--that would be the costume department! I'm pretty sure I need to borrow some of this marvelous vintage for a wedding this weekend. Hats, furs, petticoats, buckle boots, and a hardcore roller skate appearance made for a delicious fashion melange. I made a little Polyvore set in tribute:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="position: relative; width: 500px; height: 500px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/funny_girl/set?.embedder=1605854&amp;amp;.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=36448348"&gt;&lt;img alt="Funny Girl" src="http://embed.polyvoreimg.com/cgi/img-set/cid/36448348/id/xlW4HyjU4BGjFMigZ9hnbA/size/x.jpg" title="Funny Girl" border="0" height="500" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/funny_girl/set?.embedder=1605854&amp;amp;.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=36448348"&gt;Funny Girl&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://aurocka.polyvore.com/?.embedder=1605854&amp;amp;.mid=embed"&gt;aurocka&lt;/a&gt; featuring &lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/clutch_handbags/shop?query=clutch+handbags"&gt;clutch handbags&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen "Funny Girl"? What did you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-9093187582446302383?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/9093187582446302383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=9093187582446302383&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/9093187582446302383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/9093187582446302383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/08/30-days-of-barbra-funny-girl.html' title='30 Days of Barbra: Funny Girl!'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/mRbIjcKB_CY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-7357760077871260419</id><published>2011-08-29T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T20:05:32.418-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 days of barbra'/><title type='text'>30 Days of Barbra!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A few weeks ago, Ben and I received a message from our dear friend Chuck. He told us that &lt;a href="http://www.recordsurplusla.com/"&gt;Record Surplus&lt;/a&gt;, a store in Santa Monica, was moving soon, and was having an epic sale. He said he'd pick us up, and we headed over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, "epic" is no exaggeration. The top half of Record Surplus was priced 10 records for a buck. I went in with no expectations, and left with my hands full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The box I put in the back of Chuck's car contained thirteen (!) Barbra Streisand records.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/6095152006/" title="barbra1 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6203/6095152006_708efab5e6_o.jpg" alt="barbra1" height="790" width="537" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't resist the price, and the chance at a collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I'm not, what they might call, a Barbra fan. Sure, I recognize her voice, recognize her face, and recognize when someone's doing a sketch comedy impression of her. But do I know her? No way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm convinced Record Surplus' sale was a call to me, and now it's my turn to respond. Here we go, friends, it's:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;30 Days of Barbra!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/6094777621/" title="barbra2 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6082/6094777621_88f5b0bc64_o.jpg" alt="barbra2" height="805" width="697" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the deal: I wanna get knee deep in Barbra. I wanna study her, feel her soul, really get to know what all the fuss is about. And I want to share my adventure with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"30 Days of Barbra" will be a Barbra immersion! Hold on to your hats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love Barbra, please get a hold of me! I'd love to pick your brain about your relationship with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For other Barbra newbies, I hope you come into this with an open heart and mind. I want to learn and grow on this journey into Barbra fandemonium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbra's a workhorse and an icon--I imagine we've got a lot to soak in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-7357760077871260419?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/7357760077871260419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=7357760077871260419&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/7357760077871260419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/7357760077871260419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/08/30-days-of-barbra.html' title='30 Days of Barbra!'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-6886904776624487286</id><published>2011-08-29T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T16:58:16.015-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fresno'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Cutie Muffin Custom Commission</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/6094253729/" title="Commissioned Portrait for TeamTeam! by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6186/6094253729_498e3be2d8_o.jpg" alt="Commissioned Portrait for TeamTeam!" height="633" width="770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://melissaolson.tumblr.com/"&gt;Melissa Olson&lt;/a&gt; is a West Coast transplant--uprooted by love and ambition, and now stationed in my old hometown of Fresno, California. She &lt;a href="http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/p/services.html"&gt;commissioned&lt;/a&gt; this piece when I visited a few weeks ago, and I'm sending it off to her hot little hands tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a blast taking photos of her and her dear boyfriend, &lt;a href="http://danthom.tumblr.com/"&gt;Daniel&lt;/a&gt;. Their energy together is totally joyful and sincere: they are truly a treat to be around. We talked about their collective loves and repulsions, history and hopes...but once I heard about their beloved cat (C.M. Novella--those initials stand for "Cutie Muffin"!), I couldn't help but make sure that she made a special guest appearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For custom commission information, check out my &lt;a href="http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/p/services.html"&gt;Services link&lt;/a&gt; (located at the top of this page) or just shoot over an email to Aurora.Armijo(at)Gmail(dot)com. I love making dreams a reality. xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-6886904776624487286?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/6886904776624487286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=6886904776624487286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/6886904776624487286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/6886904776624487286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/08/cutie-muffin-custom-commission.html' title='Cutie Muffin Custom Commission'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-3894379457632739370</id><published>2011-08-26T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T12:54:02.333-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what I wore'/><title type='text'>What I Wore: 8.25.11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Welcome to the jungle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always loved leopard print, and now I can carry it around with me everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/6083623040/" title="wiwleopard1 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6061/6083623040_7b55d45be8_b.jpg" alt="wiwleopard1" height="629" width="791" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/6083081329/" title="wiwleopard2 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6084/6083081329_8827f200f9_b.jpg" alt="wiwleopard2" height="624" width="805" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is definitely one of my favorite  outfits as of late-- a little vintage lace dress, and a shirt bunched up  over the top. Casual, but totally pulled together. At least that's the  way it makes me feel!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The gold fabric does make me feel a little &lt;a href="http://designingwomenonline.com/Profiles/Suzanne.html"&gt;Suzanne Sugarbaker&lt;/a&gt;  though--in a good way. I might never go back to shoulder pads, but I do  love that 80's sheen! Somehow, the entirety of the outfit makes me feel  more punk rock. Maybe I'm just finding myself?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/6083623564/" title="wiwleopard4 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6205/6083623564_afef79d96d_b.jpg" alt="wiwleopard4" height="597" width="805" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Speaking of the jungle, check my new ink from the fantastic &lt;a href="http://www.sexyinkgirls.com/"&gt;Alayna Magnan&lt;/a&gt;.  She absolutely KILLED the Tara McPherson artwork I've loved forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;P.S.  When you go see her, bring her some chocolate shaped as Axel Roses  face--girlfriend can't get enough of him and it's adorable!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shirt: No brand name, gift from friend&lt;br /&gt;dress: All That Jazz, Goodwill in Fresno--it's so old, I don't remember how much it cost!&lt;br /&gt;Sunglasses: Goodwill&lt;br /&gt;Shoes: Rampage, at Marshall's at River Park, $7.99&lt;br /&gt;Jewelry: Mom's&lt;br /&gt;Bag: No brand name, Goodwill in downtown Fresno, $2&lt;br /&gt;Keychain: Betsey Johnson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-3894379457632739370?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/3894379457632739370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=3894379457632739370&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/3894379457632739370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/3894379457632739370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-i-wore-82511.html' title='What I Wore: 8.25.11'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6061/6083623040_7b55d45be8_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-8601370382538885337</id><published>2011-08-22T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T17:25:05.940-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='los angeles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Hair Ch-Ch-Changes from Untamed Instinct!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When my uber-talented friend, &lt;a href="http://www.untamedinstincts.com/"&gt;Tanya Ramirez&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.sweet9.com/"&gt;Sweet 9&lt;/a&gt;, asked me to be her model for a hair contest she wanted to enter, I jumped at the chance! Not only is Tanya a fantastic hairdresser, she has amazing, out-of-this-world ideas about what can be done with tresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanya's inspiration was Los Angeles; she called her look "L.A. Woman". She used these two pictures as references as she mapped out her hair gameplan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lWAe0xOWwxQ/TlbZ6aDA78I/AAAAAAAAB4U/Ii2xmGYPWeI/s1600/314075_254180404603307_100000340476802_846263_6455547_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 191px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lWAe0xOWwxQ/TlbZ6aDA78I/AAAAAAAAB4U/Ii2xmGYPWeI/s400/314075_254180404603307_100000340476802_846263_6455547_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644938780403101634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;Inspiration Pic:  Los Angeles Sunset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;Los Angeles, California, USA — Los Angeles at Twilight — Image by © Bill Ross/CORBIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-10vHpGFUOCo/TlbZ6nQjWmI/AAAAAAAAB4c/DNVwx-wMpgw/s1600/316077_254180521269962_100000340476802_846264_8135426_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 360px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-10vHpGFUOCo/TlbZ6nQjWmI/AAAAAAAAB4c/DNVwx-wMpgw/s400/316077_254180521269962_100000340476802_846264_8135426_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644938783949544034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="fbPhotoCaptionText"&gt;Inspiration Pic for Fringe:&lt;br /&gt;Modern Urban City with Freeway Traffic at Night, Dark City Skyline, Down Town Los Angeles&lt;br /&gt;Copyright: EpicStockMedia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hours in the chair (lifting, foiling, awesome screen printing and watercolor techniques... I was in awe the entire time!) we were chomping at the bit to see the finished result! Once I was blow dried and styled, I couldn't believe it. Was this really my little ol' head of hair??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/6070605457/" title="hair12 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6089/6070605457_64908990e2_b.jpg" alt="hair12" height="805" width="651" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I adore everything about it, from the blue tips to the rainbow stripes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/6071148436/" title="hair11 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6069/6071148436_c053b16ba1_b.jpg" alt="hair11" height="636" width="805" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get over it. For real!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/6070605647/" title="hair13 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6079/6070605647_6551f22e87_b.jpg" alt="hair13" height="610" width="805" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel pretty special having this particular art work (and yes--it's totally art!) on my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/6071149120/" title="hair14 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6191/6071149120_78cfa25174_b.jpg" alt="hair14" height="584" width="805" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psychedelic Alien Tie-dye, anyone??! I'm sensing a new style direction...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair: Tanya Ramirez (&lt;a href="http://www.untamedinstincts.com/"&gt;book her now!&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Shirt: Forever 21, via Goodwill in downtown Fresno&lt;br /&gt;Sunglasses: &lt;a href="http://www.loveculture.com/Index.aspx"&gt;Love Culture&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lipstick: &lt;a href="http://www.limecrimemakeup.com/"&gt;Lime Crime in My Beautiful Rocket&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-8601370382538885337?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/8601370382538885337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=8601370382538885337&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/8601370382538885337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/8601370382538885337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/08/new-hair-from-untamed-instincts.html' title='Hair Ch-Ch-Changes from Untamed Instinct!'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lWAe0xOWwxQ/TlbZ6aDA78I/AAAAAAAAB4U/Ii2xmGYPWeI/s72-c/314075_254180404603307_100000340476802_846263_6455547_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-7662899111132771345</id><published>2011-08-17T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T13:04:36.989-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fresno'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>I Have Found What You Are Like The Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/6053441149/" title="Shannon's Sea by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6200/6053441149_1ca4487231_b.jpg" alt="Shannon's Sea" height="669" width="805" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm spending an extra week in Fresno (longer than I had planned, that's for sure!), and I made a list of projects that I wanted to complete while in the city. Shannon's was one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always loved Shannon Hunter's writing, so when I was working on her portrait, I had all of her &lt;a href="http://yesandofcourse.tumblr.com/"&gt;journaling &lt;/a&gt;to reference. We've known each other a solid seven years, off and on, so there was no question that I wanted to integrate an E.E. Cummings poem. I sent Shannon a picture of the work via email, and she responded with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"In 2003 I met the only man I've ever really, really loved. I have felt  exceptional things for some nice men over the years, but Finn, I Loved  him. Still do in so many ways that are never fully realized. Anyhow, not  too long after we met he left for Japan (he'd already applied for the  English teaching job before we met and was contracted to go) and the  morning after he got settled in his apartment just outside of Tokyo -  knowing that I love Cummings - emailed me that exact poem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Did you know? Did I tell you? Should I believe in God? In order to  make sense of the wonderfully small, yet wonderfully powerful things  that happen between people - friends and lovers and acquaintances alike?  So funny, so sweet. My heart is full.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I dropped the finished piece at her place, I was greeted by her smiling face and a set of mini vegan chocolate tarts, coupled with a fresh raspberry topping! So amazing! I could not be happier. I love when work comes around full circle, to the person it belongs to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-7662899111132771345?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/7662899111132771345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=7662899111132771345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/7662899111132771345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/7662899111132771345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-have-found-what-you-are-like-rain.html' title='I Have Found What You Are Like The Rain'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6200/6053441149_1ca4487231_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-6404850918887086365</id><published>2011-08-14T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T23:57:06.293-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>On Becoming Older, Wiser, and Better Dressed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, I've missed you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm outta Los Angeles, where I just finished up some work at the Fresno Art Museum. I don't have the words to describe how wonderful my experience was--eye opening and inspiring is not enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/6044300542/" title="I love carbs! by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6210/6044300542_7ac97b10e8_b.jpg" alt="I love carbs!" height="792" width="664" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the opportunity to work with Amalia Mesa-Baines, who is a world renowned installation artist, educator, and psychologist. I was familiar with her history going into the project, but had no idea that I would be in the presence of someone so thoughtful and dynamic. After about ten minutes with her, my brain switched from "present and attentive" to "reverent".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of the conversations we had revolved around women and their role in society--was I in heaven?! I worked hard, but I had an ear to whatever Amalia was saying while she was talking to reporters, friends, or co-workers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amalia said that she was excited to work around young women, especially, because her role as an artist was shifting. She had so much feeding her experiences--she had learned how to work with history, change, and ideals motivating her. Amalia is an activist! And part of that means knowing when to pass the torch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amalia cited that as we grow older, our fire changes. We learn how to listen, when to push, when to step back, and when to embolden other people. We realize the true power of community, not just the self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is ringing through my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned thirty last year, and while I'm still considered "young", I've become more aware of how I carry myself, and what is expected of me. I've noticed that I rarely get carded anymore. And I've noticed my own yearnings toward styling myself a little more thoughtfully, with a a nod towards my sisters from the (real and fictional) past. I get asked ALL OF THE TIME if we're going to have kids soon, and this is followed with a warning about not waiting too long, lest my ladyparts expire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does aging mean to me? At first it was buying an eye cream. I went to the Benefit counter, and shelled out thirty bucks. I religiously applied it, but I knew it wasn't going to stop time. The bigger question was, did I want it to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer, it turned out, was no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to seek out women who shared the same characteristics I valued, but had already had important, defining experiences. Part of the fear of aging is fear of death. And since my mother died young, who am I to even attempt to cheat it? The fact is that none of us really knows when we are going to pass on, but we can do the best we can with the things we have control over: maintaining and cultivating healthy relationships, exercising regularly, and eating well. This is the sort of woman I want to be. These are the women I am actively seeking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timing, of course, is everything, and the internet has come to my rescue. Just over the weekend, I found the genius &lt;a href="http://advancedstyle.blogspot.com/"&gt;Advanced Style&lt;/a&gt; blog. I've spent hours pouring over the content and it makes me feel hopeful for my own future. I hadn't thought about it before, but maybe I needed to see strong women living boldly. Maybe, somehow, that would give me permission to live like there's no tomorrow and take care of myself the way I want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/zg-cQG87o_E" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://advancedstyle.blogspot.com/"&gt;Advanced Style&lt;/a&gt;'s videos are blowing my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually looking forward to getting older--to finding out what my direction is, and how to take more responsibility with my goals: focusing on self and community. I'm excited to really absorb what my older sisters have to tell me. Their experiences are my best ally, and I want to use it to my advantage. I'm so elated to be in a place where I can feel grateful all of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wise role models: My mother, my sister, my aunt Deirdre, Elizabeth, Valerie, and Amalia. Thank you for sharing with me. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-6404850918887086365?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/6404850918887086365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=6404850918887086365&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/6404850918887086365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/6404850918887086365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/08/oh-ive-missed-you-im-outta-los-angeles.html' title='On Becoming Older, Wiser, and Better Dressed.'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6210/6044300542_7ac97b10e8_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-729728487982544227</id><published>2011-07-28T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T21:26:57.185-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><title type='text'>King Courtney and the Dukes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A quick shot of a poster I made for sweet, sunny cover band, "&lt;a href="http://www.courtneystricklin.com/king.html"&gt;King Courtney and the Dukes&lt;/a&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5986219139/" title="Poster for King Courtney and the Dukes by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6149/5986219139_2ce80dbf7a_b.jpg" alt="Poster for King Courtney and the Dukes" height="805" width="588" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen (and danced!) to the trio a few times, and I wanted to make sure I drew from their big smiles and clever banter. The band is adorable--and though this show poster lists info for over a month ago, it would be in your best interest to keep them on your radar. Cute is where it's at!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-729728487982544227?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/729728487982544227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=729728487982544227&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/729728487982544227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/729728487982544227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/07/quick-shot-of-poster-i-made-for-sweet.html' title='King Courtney and the Dukes'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6149/5986219139_2ce80dbf7a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-2954129868039731586</id><published>2011-07-27T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T21:33:26.011-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fresno'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='los angeles'/><title type='text'>Charlie Ain't My Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's been awhile since I've updated--I promise to get back to my  regularly scheduled blogging as soon as my life balances out. Right now,  I'm having a blast showing in multiple venues and meeting up with new  fabulous friends. This is what I've always wanted to do, and it makes me  so elated to have the opportunity to do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I currently have three of the "Ladyfingers" paintings up at &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/chronosgallery?sk=wall"&gt;Chronos Gallery&lt;/a&gt;  in downtown Los Angeles. I'm beyond stoked about this new gallery! More  plans soon that I'll let you know about as the events approach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  I was invited to participate in Arte Americas "Cala Gala: Arte  Américas' Dia De Los Muertos" show. I've finished up this painting this  afternoon and thought I'd share some photos. I absolutely love drawing  with India ink and filling in with watercolors. I can't get enough of Mary Kate and Ashley when they smile! So lighthearted and  happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5982701827/" title="IMG_1928_2mka4 copy by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6014/5982701827_858e32e27b_b.jpg" alt="IMG_1928_2mka4 copy" height="805" width="641" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5983258134/" title="IMG_1923_2mka by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6011/5983258134_401d952e30_b.jpg" alt="IMG_1923_2mka" height="601" width="800" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I adore having corkboards all around my work area! I put everything up there-- older work, pieces by other artists, little notes. It's so handy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5982696417/" title="IMG_1925_2mka1 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6007/5982696417_f6cc059f39_b.jpg" alt="IMG_1925_2mka1" height="601" width="800" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5982698861/" title="IMG_1929_2mka3 copy by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6125/5982698861_01af7734c8_b.jpg" alt="IMG_1929_2mka3 copy" height="601" width="800" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Since  taking Richard Simmons' class a few weeks ago with Marie, I've been  inspired to wake up and exercise! This is pretty much unheard of (I am  typically a homebody who likes to work at home and cook), but I'm really  enjoying getting up, stretching, moving around, and walking in the  neighborhood to start my day. I wind up with so much more energy and my  day is going strong consistently!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I've been blessed by visits from out of town friends: &lt;a href="www.jenniferemerling.com"&gt;Jenn&lt;/a&gt;, Laura,  Zach, and Kim have all been in L.A. recently. I've revisited some old  L.A. haunts with them, and we've discovered some new ones. How rad is it to share the things you love with someone you love?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Speaking of blessed, I've been meeting up with new people as well. I  love this-- it opens me up to new adventures and ideas. What could  possibly be better?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Getting our record player going! It's now on more than our Itunes,  cd's, or the radio. We hit the motherload yesterday: &lt;a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/record-surplus-los-angeles-2"&gt;Record  Surplus&lt;/a&gt; is moving, and tons of their albums were marked down to 10 for  one dollar. Get down there now! I bought about 12 Barbra Streisand  records and am about to nerd out to her, obsession style. I ain't messing  around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Getting hired for a two week museum project out of town. I feel so  excited to be working with friends and with an experienced, bad ass  installation artist. I plan on just soaking it up! I'm so glad to have  this experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*While I'm working out of town, I'll still be taking commissions for the &lt;a href="http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/07/606060.html"&gt;60/60/60 Project&lt;/a&gt;. So stoked on that thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'm finishing up illustrations for a documentary. Oy vey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love being a busy bee! Now tell me, what have you been working on? What fantastic things have you manifested to come your way? What have you learned?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-2954129868039731586?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/2954129868039731586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=2954129868039731586&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/2954129868039731586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/2954129868039731586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/07/charlie-aint-my-angel.html' title='Charlie Ain&apos;t My Angel'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6014/5982701827_858e32e27b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-8413293515890082060</id><published>2011-07-18T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T10:21:05.494-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='los angeles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>A Labor of Love: Fashions by Raquel Rodriguez, Age 11.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A week and a half ago, I participated in a group art show. I had a great time checking out art from other people, talking to old friends, and meeting some new ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was there, I stumbled upon the book project of Raquel Rodriguez. When I opened up the cover, I was automatically smitten. I got so excited that I started leading friends over to her area to check out the book as well. I couldn't put the thing down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5957962301/" title="raquelx2 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6142/5957962301_3f628fb1aa_b.jpg" width="627" height="805" alt="raquelx2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's why: Raquel's book is a compilation of drawings she made when she  was 11 years old (that would be in 1991, young thangs). They're drawn out on that familiar blue and white  paper, and inked in ballpoint and colorful marker. There's four on a  page, and the book is substantial. This was obviously something Raquel  labored over for a long time when she was younger. She was devoted to a  vision!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was immediately taken with the fact that Raquel's "models" looked so  fantastically uber-femme: busty, big lips, moles, and huge hair. They  were clad in clothing that looked like it would be just at home on  ladies right now. She even had themes to go along with each set of outfits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5952640028/" title="roxybook by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6146/5952640028_600c64bd20_z.jpg" alt="roxybook" height="475" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made sure I procured Raquel's contact information that evening, and then promptly emailed her the next day. I didn't know why, or how, or what we would do, but I knew we needed to work on something together relating to her amazing book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to do a photoshoot based on Raquel's drawings. Raquel selected items from her our wardrobe to mimic three of her "models": Lisa, Angelina, and Roxy. She also put together her hair and makeup, based on the looks of her girls. Here's what we came up with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa's look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5952088175/" title="raquellisa by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6030/5952088175_db138ed3a7_z.jpg" alt="raquellisa" height="518" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa is casual. She sports overalls and a flirty, fluttery top, paired with a scarf around her hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5952086493/" title="raquel1 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6027/5952086493_dda4c25600_z.jpg" alt="raquel1" height="373" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angelina's look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5952088439/" title="raquelangelina by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6125/5952088439_31bab7c085_z.jpg" alt="raquelangelina" height="640" width="584" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sleek black top, handpainted, colorful skirt, and high heeled boots. Sha-zam! Don't forget the sassy bow perched in the hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5952087269/" title="raquel3 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6148/5952087269_73f3c3b718_z.jpg" alt="raquel3" height="342" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, Roxy's look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5952087483/" title="raquelroxy by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6128/5952087483_7430c3998b_b.jpg" alt="raquelroxy" height="805" width="647" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, Roxy is a rock'n'roll girl! Concert shirt, little jean cut offs, rocker tights, and those high heeled boots again. Sling back some badass attitude and she's ready to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5952639134/" title="raquel2 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6139/5952639134_e0ea6d980c_b.jpg" alt="raquel2" height="1024" width="750" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's a little extra: a q and a with incredible fashion oracle, Raquel Rodriguez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who/ what were your fashion influences at age 11? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My biggest beauty influences at the time were probably the  women in my family and community.  There were so many gorgeous women  around, aided of course by perms, Aqua Net and Maybelline.  But I knew  that they were devastatingly beautiful and daring with or without  makeup.  And &lt;em&gt;they&lt;/em&gt; were probably influenced by the Fly  Girls from In Living Color, Paula Abdul and Janet Jackson.  Pop and  R&amp;amp;B music videos were big influences.  I was also into the show &lt;em&gt;Style&lt;/em&gt; with  Elsa Klensch on the weekends, so I did soak up some high fashion  influences.  That was where I learned about Adrienne Vittadini, Claude  Montana and Giorgio Armani.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How have these influences changed or remained the same now, as an adult?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Well, it is now exactly 20 years later, and fashion has  come full circle.  Looking through the book, you'll see that there are a  lot of things that feel really current today, or are an indicator of  where current fashion is about to go. That was the motivator for this  photo shoot.  And there is still one Fly Girl that is still a global  fashion influence.  She's also a good example of how it's not JUST about  the clothes, it's about what the woman does in those clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What motivated you to draw and carry out such an extensive project at  such a young age? What was your motivator? Have these motivators changed  as you grew into an adult?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The motivation for the initial book of drawings 20 years  ago was just...obsession!  Obsession with glamour, a burning passion and  love for fashion.  I mean, I was &lt;em&gt;obsessed&lt;/em&gt; with fashion, just  on my own - I don't remember there being a lot of issues of VOGUE or  Bazaar lying around ever.  I was lucky enough to often visit someone who  had cable and that's where I watched Style with Elsa Klensch.   Otherwise, who knows what would have become of me!  Obsession with one  day being a woman like all of those that I saw on TV and in real life.  I  wanted to absorb all of their positive traits and beauty as my own.  I  consider the book an&lt;var&gt;&lt;/var&gt; homage to all of these women.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;My motivators are much the same - obsession with art and  fashion, and wanting to absorb beauty.  But it's not just about the  beauty of what a woman looks like IT'S THE BEAUTY IN WHAT THE WOMAN  DOES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can you tell us how you came to decide to turn your drawings into a book? Who is your audience?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;I've had this book with me for 20 years throughout moving  around to different places and also disposing of a lot of drawings  because it just gets to be too much.  It's presence was always in the  back of my mind, and I thought that when my art became more well known I  would include it in a sort of retrospective book.  Chapter One would be  like RAQUEL RODRIGUEZ: THE BEGINNING.  This might be the earliest work  that I have, although I started to express fashion and glamour in my art  at around 5 years old by drawing lots of accessories on the figures.  I  probably drew cleavage on those too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;Recently I realized that the book was exactly 20 years old  and that I saw girls on the street wearing the same things, and that if I  came across one of the pieces that I had drawn in a store, I would  consider it a total score.  I thought people NOW would get a kick out of  it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much, Raquel! You're a gem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;For inquiries or information on obtaining a copy of Raquel's book, email her at artfoxrox@yahoo.com. She'll also have an Etsy store up soon, called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Imnotyourpuppet&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-8413293515890082060?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/8413293515890082060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=8413293515890082060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/8413293515890082060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/8413293515890082060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/07/labor-of-love-fashions-by-raquel.html' title='A Labor of Love: Fashions by Raquel Rodriguez, Age 11.'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6142/5957962301_3f628fb1aa_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-1151397077842902560</id><published>2011-07-15T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T14:53:10.134-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><title type='text'>60/60/60</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you happen to follow my &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/auroralady"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/aurocka"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt;, you'll know that lately I've been in a state of sorts--one of happiness! This summer has brought about an influx of fabulous, driven new friends, exciting projects, and tough, challenging experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to celebrate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This project is called 60/60/60, and it's my gift to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My business centers around my portrait package, "&lt;a href="http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/p/services.html"&gt;Always Be My Baby&lt;/a&gt;". It's hardcore--intense research goes into the deal before my pencil even hits the paper. I've been asked over and over again, "Aurora, why not something mini?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here you go, cutie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5941185294/" title="IMG_1729 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6005/5941185294_341a9211a5_z.jpg" alt="IMG_1729" height="640" width="550" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60/60/60 is a petite portrait package. It's small and compact, in all ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A teeny-tiny Q and A:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is the 60/60/60 project?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's simple! 60/60/60 is a chance to get a professional, beautifully inked, original signed portrait for the ittybitty price of $60 total.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But, like, what do I get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your session includes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*10 minute phone consultation: brain storming and content creation! You pick what you want depicted: your lover, your mother, you dog, your favorite stuffed animal, your coffee shop. Or all of them! We go over how to make it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*A 60 minute drawing in pencil and pen and ink on 5.5 x 8.5 inch paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*A secret code and a scheduled time to watch the creation of your piece, live via internet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Later that day, the piece will be sent out.  It'll arrive at your door within a week, smack dab into your sweet little hands. It'll be ready for you to hang up on your wall, gift to your boo, or sit beside you at dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5941164568/" title="IMG_1733 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6006/5941164568_3b1773f586_z.jpg" alt="IMG_1733" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here's the rub: I'll only be doing 60 of these packages! No more, no less. So get hasty with that trigger finger. It's time to set it off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/77868714/606060-petite-portrait-package"&gt;Click here to get started. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, thank you, lovebirds. Your support makes my world go round, in more ways than I could ever say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;More questions? Email me at aurora.armijo@gmail.com. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-1151397077842902560?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/1151397077842902560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=1151397077842902560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/1151397077842902560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/1151397077842902560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/07/606060.html' title='60/60/60'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6005/5941185294_341a9211a5_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-414831380196232913</id><published>2011-07-13T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T15:35:18.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrowhearts and Free Shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5934674185/" title="IMG_1704 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6022/5934674185_5f90fc3034_z.jpg" alt="IMG_1704" height="434" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found these shoes today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I can get really annoying--I talk about how much I love Los Angeles all the time. But there are little things that make me really happy about living here. One is that in our apartment building downstairs, there's a place people can leave their cast-offs and other tenants can pick through, before donating. I find stuff all the time--magazines, shirts, and these cutie shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking for a pair of &lt;a href="http://www.swedishhasbeens.com/"&gt;Hasbeens&lt;/a&gt; (or really, Hasbeen facsimiles; this particular pair is &lt;a href="http://www.dansko.com/Home/"&gt;Dansko&lt;/a&gt;)  for awhile, but, of course, I never see a good deal on them. What could be better than free? I painted my arrowhearts on them while I was making plans with &lt;a href="http://bethedwardsphotography.com/"&gt;Beth&lt;/a&gt;, and by the time we hung up, they were ready for action!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling that these are going to be my new favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you love about where you live?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-414831380196232913?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/414831380196232913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=414831380196232913&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/414831380196232913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/414831380196232913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/07/arrowhearts-and-free-shoes.html' title='Arrowhearts and Free Shoes'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6022/5934674185_5f90fc3034_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-4524426771801982684</id><published>2011-07-08T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T23:23:22.022-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what I wore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jenn'/><title type='text'>What I Wore: The Jean Jacket is Now at It's Most Epic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's been a crazy week--filled with friend visits, karaoke, project making, cooking in the heat (yes, L.A. finally got up to 95 degrees!) and RuPaul marathons!  It's for that reason that I am only now posting up this set of pictures, taken by the ever-brilliant &lt;a href="http://www.jenniferemerling.com/"&gt;Jennifer Emerling&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenn did her own shoot, centered around &lt;a href="http://www.jenniferemerling.com/blog/2011/06/jackets-with-attitude/#more"&gt;the Lady Gaga inspired jean jacket that I created for her&lt;/a&gt;. She snapped these at the same time, with the intention of my putting up a What I Wore post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5856795513/" title="aurorawashWIW05 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2709/5856795513_673d6f7b57_z.jpg" alt="aurorawashWIW05" height="640" width="409" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dress: cut up t-shirt from Goodwill's men's section (no brand name) on La Brea, $3.99&lt;br /&gt;Belt: Goodwill on Beverly, $4.99&lt;br /&gt;Fishnets: from Iguana Vintage in Hollywood&lt;br /&gt;Shoes: from Zappo's, Sam Edelman, $199&lt;br /&gt;Jacket: Goodwill in Visalia, originally from the Gap $4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5916987616/" title="5856795921_af34e55eb9_b by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6021/5916987616_4eca383231_z.jpg" alt="5856795921_af34e55eb9_b" height="640" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5857365436/" title="aurorawashWIW21 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2466/5857365436_a12e3d4f17_z.jpg" alt="aurorawashWIW21" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so in love with this jacket. I wear it so much that it's started to get holes everywhere. I patched it up, but there are now new holes appearing! I rarely get attached to clothing, but I am dreading the day I have to get rid of this sucker. Hopefully I'll be able to salvage the pieces and have it work as a vest for awhile yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5916425047/" title="5856796103_8784a2027f_b by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6144/5916425047_3c2fcb2944_z.jpg" alt="5856796103_8784a2027f_b" height="640" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made these epaulettes myself as a quick DIY project when I had an empty half hour. I adore epaulettes! They make any outfit look fancy. Usually, if anything, they are on men's button down shirts, and I always make a point of complimenting a person's epaulettes if they happen to be sporting them. I made these detachable, so I'll be able to use them on dresses as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5857349422/" title="aurorawashWIW22 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5196/5857349422_9915e64ab5_z.jpg" alt="aurorawashWIW22" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5856795983/" title="aurorawashWIW12 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2578/5856795983_0676baca0f_z.jpg" alt="aurorawashWIW12" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My "dress" was literally a huge t-shirt. I cut off the arms, pinned it strategically, and hoped that it would stay up. I didn't have any problems! That shirt really wanted to be worn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5857349094/" title="aurorawashWIW09 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2790/5857349094_37b6092171_z.jpg" alt="aurorawashWIW09" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've thought about other things to do to this particular jacket, but it's so near and dear to me that I couldn't bare to go any further! The fit is beyond perfect and it's so fragile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other ideas for jean jackets:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleaching&lt;br /&gt;beading&lt;br /&gt;adding strands of fake pearls&lt;br /&gt;buttons&lt;br /&gt;costume jewelry broaches&lt;br /&gt;painting/graffiti/Sharpie insanity&lt;br /&gt;studs&lt;br /&gt;patching&lt;br /&gt;cutting&lt;br /&gt;sanding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5856795703/" title="aurorawashWIW07 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5193/5856795703_bde7fcefb2_z.jpg" alt="aurorawashWIW07" height="640" width="423" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda love that it's a rare day that I'll show up in a pair of jeans on my lower half, but this jean jacket gets worn so much that it smells like my b.o. on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5856795589/" title="aurorawashWIW06 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3232/5856795589_1c2c3ce1c5_z.jpg" alt="aurorawashWIW06" height="640" width="432" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-4524426771801982684?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/4524426771801982684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=4524426771801982684&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/4524426771801982684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/4524426771801982684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-i-wore-jean-jacket-is-now-at-its.html' title='What I Wore: The Jean Jacket is Now at It&apos;s Most Epic'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2709/5856795513_673d6f7b57_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-5252758368314853237</id><published>2011-07-05T08:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T16:04:24.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Richard Simmons: Party Machine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's no secret: while I can logically appreciate it's benefits, I really, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; don't like excercising. I'm fine once I'm in the moment, but getting me to a class can be a total challenge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I read &lt;a href="http://www.agentlover.com/"&gt;Agent Lover&lt;/a&gt;'s blog about going to a for-real, in-the-flesh Richard Simmons aerobics class, I knew I wanted to check it out. I remember watching his show on t.v., and seeing his commercials for "Sweatin' to the Oldies". He always had a smile on his face. If nothing else, I knew that if I went to the class, I could expect to be entertained. Alright--that was enough of a push!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that I'd go in for a fun time, but I didn't really expect a kick ass work out.  Don't make my mistake! The man has so much energy it's contageous, but by the end of the hour and 15 minute class, you'll be huffing and puffing like a chloresterol laden slug. I was red-faced and sore. It was amazing. The class started with us moving and him saying, "that's so ugly my face is melting!" So charming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Beatles themed class, and of course he was wearing a sequined tank top with the band members faces on it. We moved, we sang along, we held hands (seriously). I felt so full of love! YES! This is what excercise should be like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5899241835/" title="IMG_1614 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6056/5899241835_b23346e71c_z.jpg" alt="IMG_1614" height="640" width="452" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5899810044/" title="IMG_1615 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6031/5899810044_03174d4514_z.jpg" alt="IMG_1615" height="640" width="589" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard's class was challenging and inspirational. For real! We were smiling the whole way through, and the only time we really stopped moving was because we had to catch our breath from laughing so hard. New goal: go to Richard's class regularly. Take friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the class, Richard talked and took a photo with every one in the class who wanted one. I'll never forget what he told me, "You're precious...and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; mysterious." How could he tell I'm a Scorpio??! Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's now safe to say that Richard is a new obsession. I went home and promptly added him on &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/TheWeightSaint"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/TheWeightSaint"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt;. I want more!!! He seems to really put his heart into what he does and genuinely wants people to succeed. That's the kind of person I want challenging my body, for sure. xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-5252758368314853237?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/5252758368314853237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=5252758368314853237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/5252758368314853237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/5252758368314853237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/07/richard-simmons-party-machine.html' title='Richard Simmons: Party Machine'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6056/5899241835_b23346e71c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-6196897626728844159</id><published>2011-06-30T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T12:39:37.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Epic Bang Trim of Summer 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been growing my bangs for the past two months, and it's been driving me mad! How do other women do it? I couldn't see, and my bangs itched my face. This morning, I decided that enough is enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to shoot a little video to document the occasion. Lemme tell you, I feel like I forgot everything I had learned about I Movie a few years ago--I fully intend to keep making silly videos so that I don't get as rusty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/WOlYAh7oKEQ" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cover of Pavement's "Cut Your Hair" by Casey Deniel. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bang Game Inspiration:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.enjoy-your-style.com/images/90s-courtney-love.jpg"&gt;Courtney Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.53deluxe.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/tumblr_l4hn0gyOw71qzeqcco1_1280.jpg"&gt;Staci Louise&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cache.gawkerassets.com/assets/images/7/2010/02/500x_tavi.jpg"&gt;Tavi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bQ0SqifjNcg/SwxF3EarUdI/AAAAAAAAIyo/dL734YCuIv8/s400/drew-barrymore-bangs-2.jpg"&gt;Drew Barrymore&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.agentlover.com/blog/2011/06/30/milkmaid-braids-and-pretty-collars/innocentrielookingsolemn/"&gt;Agent Lover&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://galadarling.com/article/things-i-love-thursday-really-really-big-news"&gt;Gala Darling&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. It's summer! Cut your hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-6196897626728844159?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/6196897626728844159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=6196897626728844159&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/6196897626728844159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/6196897626728844159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/06/epic-bang-trim-of-summer-2011.html' title='The Epic Bang Trim of Summer 2011'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/WOlYAh7oKEQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-5422370789040337701</id><published>2011-06-29T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T14:53:59.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Vegan is Easy; Or, How I Stopped Spending Money on Noxema</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Years and years ago, when I was a mere 24 years old, I was in a band. The who's and what's weren't important; I was a terrible bassist. What's important was that our drummer, Lauren, was vegan. Actually, she still is. And what I remember is the way she handled it--when I asked what being a vegan was like, her simple response was, well, "it's easy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had dabbled in vegetarianism at that point, but her words still caught me off guard. Easy? You kidding me? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everything&lt;/span&gt; seems to have some sort of meat or byproduct in it. I admired her dedication, but there was no way I was gonna be subject to that much work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til this year, apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren was right. Being vegan is easy. It's not even that much work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the thing, though. I think people might have the impression that you need to be selfless in order to maintain being a vegan. The truth is, being vegan is about being aware of your decisions and how you take care of your body. The selfish aspect is what keeps me on track. Yes, the videos of horrible living conditions for animals choke me up. But, bottom line, I don't get adult acne anymore. That alone, my friend, is enough to make me reach for the broccoli. And I know there's been lots of talk about how it prevents and heals cancers, aids in avoiding high blood pressure and diabetes. I think it's super important to figure out what your motivations are and then to create your own boundaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now eerily aware of what I put into my body. I understand that food is fuel, and it can either slow you down and land you in a hospital repair shop, or it can have you performing at an optimal level. The main glut of my food is super simple: vegetables, fruits, legumes, nuts, and whole grains. Every so often I indulge in a restaurant made vegan burger or Trader Joe's vegan trail mix cookies (the best cookies!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't expect everyone to hear me talk about this and change their habits--heck, it took me thirty years to make the decision, and it was a process to get here. I don't even think it's the best decision for every single person across the board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read a ton of literature, I bought vegan cookbooks, I made the decision to make my own food 90 percent of the time. I even gave myself a get out of jail free pass--I told myself I would try it for 4 weeks, and then decide if it was something I wanted to continue with. Turned out the 4 week trial was so beautiful and strengthening that I didn't need to even consider a different way of living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's what I abide by now on a daily basis, other than my no meat/no dairy/no animal byproduct rule:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Cook at home. Making your own meals connects you in a visceral way to what you are creating and putting into your body. It also keeps you totally informed as to the process your food is undertaking. And I can think of very little as sexy and loving than someone making a meal that is delicious and good for your body. That's right up there in thoughtfulness and soul-astounding love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Very rarely does anything processed come into the house. Vegan cheeses and creams are usually treats that I get when I go out.  Every so often, Ben and I indulge in vegan chocolate ice cream. Usually, though, we are full and happy from our regular meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*No sugar. Use raw agave nectar or natural fruit juice instead-- in pancakes, tea, cakes, whatever you might be creating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Just because it's vegan, doesn't mean it's good for you. Read your labels. Get balanced. I love this because it aids in my feeling totally in control-- I used to diet all of the time to maintain or lose weight. I counted calories, I deprived myself, the whole thing. I don't have to do that anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*No coffee or sodas. I used to be a diet Pepsi junkie (not so long ago, seriously), downing three cans a day. So wasteful and chaotic for my body! It was more difficult to get over coffee and soda than to become vegan. If you are going to make dietary changes, I urge you to concentrate on this one. To get through it, I learned how to make kale/spinach smoothies and drank all natural apple juice. All the time. Every time I felt like soda would be awesome, I drank juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Change your attitude about the grocery store. It's not a chore, it's an adventure! When we moved to our new neighborhood, I figured out where the cheap produce was (&lt;a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/cochran-produce-los-angeles"&gt;Cochran Produce&lt;/a&gt; on Fairfax) and I go there first every week. I stock up, not really with any recipes in mind. I get the basics--onions, garlic, carrots, kale, squash, cucumber, spinach. Then I check out what specifically is in season--what the sales are on, and what's limited. I look out for any veggies that I'm not familiar with, and I purchase those. And then, I pick out fruits. A huge bunch of grapes and apples, and then the seasonal fruit. Our total when shopping at Cochran is never more than $12 a week. I did not mistype that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Cochran, I go over to Trader Joe's to fill in the blanks--whole grains, tempeh, tofu, almond milk, that famous natural apple juice.  $12. And that's it! We're totally stocked for the week. We're ready if we have guests or if there's a last minute potluck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good rule of thumb at the grocery store? Shop the perimeter of the store and don't get into the aisles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I leave fruit out for easy snacking needs. Grapes go immediately into a bowl in the fridge. Apples, peaches, and other goodies go in a bowl on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'm mindful of not drinking soy milk--I've been getting almond or coconut instead. It's summer anyway. The more coconut the better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Grab some vegan cookbooks, even if you aren't planning on sticking with veganism! Your mind will be blown with the creative, simple ideas people have for creating decadent, delicious meals and desserts. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Veganomicon-Ultimate-Isa-Chandra-Moskowitz/dp/156924264X"&gt;Veganomicon&lt;/a&gt; has made me adventurous and I've made things I didn't even know could be in my arsenal. Ethiopian food! Curries! A blow-your-mind broccoli and tempeh bulgar! Sweet potato gnocchi! I've always loved food. Now I get to luxuriate in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Less alcohol. Considerably less--maybe one drink every two weeks. When I go out, I might grab a beer, but most of the time, it's a water. Water keeps you hydrated and alcohol dries you out. Being dried out makes you susceptible to wrinkles. Again, it's that selfish thing. I know I sounds like a Cosmo magazine. I also hate feeling hungover and out of control. Too many negatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that a portion of why being vegan is easy for me is because I am in a big city. I don't get weird looks from people or questioning. If anything, I get friendly inquisition about how I started and why. I know I'd be challenged in a different environment. In fact, when I was starting out, I had armed myself with an answer to the big question: "Where do you get your protein?" Just know your stuff: "Which of the ten amino acids are you the most concerned about me getting?" I might never get to use that line. Sadface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way I'm eating is now about more than the food I put into my mouth. It's opened my eyes up to how I used to treat myself, and that I wasn't as loving as I had aspired to be. Self love isn't about eating something you really desire and think your behavior has warranted (I used to reward myself with a Western Bacon Cheeseburger from Carl's Jr when I'd had a hard day); it's considering the compassionate option for your body and your world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing I wanna do is get preachy, but I do want to welcome conversation. I decided that I didn't want to condemn or have any part of my decision be about negativity--not about people, not about animals; instead, I was going to focus on being the truest, most positive example I can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-5422370789040337701?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/5422370789040337701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=5422370789040337701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/5422370789040337701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/5422370789040337701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/06/being-vegan-is-easy-or-how-i-stopped.html' title='Being Vegan is Easy; Or, How I Stopped Spending Money on Noxema'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-7759856676876473011</id><published>2011-06-29T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T11:06:48.947-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='madonna inn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ben'/><title type='text'>Think Pink at the Madonna Inn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This past weekend was our first anniversary. Ben wouldn't tell me where we were going, only that I would need to wear something I could do something "active" in (that's another post!) and a bathing suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secret: I LOVE surprises! I can be tough to take because I'll keep asking and guessing where we might be going. On our way up the coast, Ben suggested we have lunch at the Madonna Inn's Copper Cafe. If you've been reading for awhile, you might remember that we had our &lt;a href="http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2010/07/honeymoon-at-madonna-inn.html"&gt;honeymoon at the Madonna&lt;/a&gt;. Ben is not a creature of habit, so I ruled out the possibility of us staying there again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5885200160/" title="IMG_1585 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5080/5885200160_c8a7ca350a_z.jpg" alt="IMG_1585" height="481" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out, we were staying in the ultimate pink getaway: the Carin room! I was blown away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5884633399/" title="IMG_1458 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5038/5884633399_65dc6b0d91_z.jpg" alt="IMG_1458" height="415" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was our amazing view from our room. We spent yesterday morning on the patio, watching the horses and chilling out with tea and coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5885109456/" title="madonna8 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5150/5885109456_dbc02da884_z.jpg" alt="madonna8" height="446" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hotel is just beautiful-- if I were motivated to own property, I'd want to recreate this. Dear Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5885109704/" title="madonna11 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6002/5885109704_9ef82a6c1b_z.jpg" alt="madonna11" height="436" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was our evening. Breezes, lovely sun, and feeling happy to be alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5884543259/" title="madonna10 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6038/5884543259_c55ef25348_z.jpg" alt="madonna10" height="421" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5884544341/" title="madonna18 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5236/5884544341_b646b9291d_z.jpg" alt="madonna18" height="481" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bar at the Madonna is jaw-dropping. We went on Sunday night, and a swing club was dancing the night away. It was so great to watch people who really knew what they were doing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5884544131/" title="madonna17 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6006/5884544131_8f2e0a13c6_z.jpg" alt="madonna17" height="530" width="399" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The portraits of Mr. and Ms. Madonna and a display outside the bar. If you go, walk through three times so that you really get the full eyeful-- look up, look down, look side to side. You won't want to miss anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5884544811/" title="madonna22 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5066/5884544811_817585d891_z.jpg" alt="madonna22" height="640" width="536" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5885111018/" title="madonna21 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6017/5885111018_cec47d3106_z.jpg" alt="madonna21" height="640" width="492" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We loved the details in Carin. Double sinks in the restroom! Obviously, Ms. Madonna was thinking about couples that have been together for some time. Newlyweds might not care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5885109376/" title="madonna7 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5145/5885109376_e1a13c2714_z.jpg" alt="madonna7" height="463" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view above our bed in Carin! The room is round and has a pink cupid theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5884544647/" title="madonna20 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5277/5884544647_9619de2aee_z.jpg" alt="madonna20" height="476" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want this wallpaper on everything! My Filofax! Shoes! A dress! Cooking utensils!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5885110338/" title="madonna16 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5184/5885110338_007ec1f458_z.jpg" alt="madonna16" height="640" width="520" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5884544473/" title="madonna19 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5240/5884544473_1f1be022e6_z.jpg" alt="madonna19" height="640" width="568" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5884543933/" title="madonna15 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6013/5884543933_7dcee20008_z.jpg" alt="madonna15" height="640" width="481" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben just hanging around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5885109908/" title="madonna12 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6058/5885109908_7325b3a9ff_z.jpg" alt="madonna12" height="531" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5884542643/" title="madonna4 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5079/5884542643_272c8bf420_z.jpg" alt="madonna4" height="481" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entryway. This is what I saw when I entered the room after Ben had me go on a scavenger hunt to find our room. I started crying. I've been eyeballing this room since I was a teenager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5885108948/" title="madonna3 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5261/5885108948_7da144a456_z.jpg" alt="madonna3" height="640" width="481" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5884542437/" title="madonna2 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5231/5884542437_cf8fbfc927_z.jpg" alt="madonna2" height="474" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5885108684/" title="madonna1 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5304/5885108684_168c9ed45f_z.jpg" alt="madonna1" height="640" width="481" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a little bit of a culture shock to be back in Los Angeles. I didn't know I needed a little vacation but am so glad that Ben and I had the chance to enjoy one. I haven't traveled too much, but The &lt;a href="http://www.madonnainn.com/"&gt;Madonna Inn&lt;/a&gt; always hits home. I can't recommend a more fantastic, inspiring place to find a space for peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Ben, for making my dream come true. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-7759856676876473011?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/7759856676876473011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=7759856676876473011&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/7759856676876473011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/7759856676876473011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/06/think-pink-at-madonna-inn.html' title='Think Pink at the Madonna Inn'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5080/5885200160_c8a7ca350a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-694778575761410068</id><published>2011-06-25T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T07:08:00.861-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='business'/><title type='text'>Why My Prices are Going Up; Or How Stuart Smalley Had his Way With Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5867563880/" title="Posters. by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5032/5867563880_8888e529d7_o.jpg" alt="Posters." height="334" width="800" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm raising my rates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa. Even typing that out makes me a little, well, scared. Which is good. I should be nervous. It also makes me feel tingly and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alive&lt;/span&gt; and that means I'm going in the right direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start from the beginning. I really don't want this to be a post about justifying my decision--but I would like it to be about how I came to it.  I didn't agonize, but I did some thinking and searching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line, to quote the brilliant &lt;a href="http://www.mollycrabapple.com/"&gt;Molly Crabapple&lt;/a&gt;, "even artists have to eat".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last November, I made the transition from an office job that had taken over my sanity, time, and and any sort of creative juice I had. When I was laid off, it was a welcome chance to really delve into what I love while I searched for the perfect job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was faced by remnants of the negative thinking that had accumulated while I had lived in Fresno. Artists don't make money. Artists struggle. Artists depend on other people. Art is not a vehicle to self sufficiency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eff that. I'm in Los Angeles now, not Fresno--the land where the impossible is a beautiful reality--and I'm not interested in succombing to antiquated business and life models.  I'm interested in success, freedom, sincerity, charity, and love, in all aspects of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a few requirements for my new life, and I wrote them all out, fittingly, one week before January 1st. And I mean, I wrote them &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; down. Flower garden. Women I would establish relationships with. Dresses I would make. Travels. And most of all, details for my career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that included the dreaded topic of money. I say dreaded because money is difficult. We have preconceived ideas about where money should come from, how it should be earned, saved and spent. I had to really be honest with myself about how I felt about it-- how my time and output dealing with art equates with what I make, and how that projects onto not only my self image, but to the brand I was creating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New idea that blasted my mind: I would be in a position to call the shots about how much money I made during a certain period of time. I would never have to ask for a raise because I would always be 100% in charge. I'd just work harder to earn more money. Simple. Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this felt powerful--you know, liberating, in spite of my naive nature. I'd never run a business before. I looked to my role models, hunkered down, and started reading all of their stuff. I started following who they followed. I started getting involved in conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was interesting was that I learned quickly that people with talents who are successful aren't just working their butts off on their craft--they are involved businesspeople. They kick ass because they think about what they love 24/7. They think about the needs of their customers, not just what they want to create.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that this wasn't something I could do on the side anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was gonna be my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The work began. I learned how valuable my time was, and how to manage it myself. I seized opportunities to get to know people who could analyze and advise. I talked to everyone about what I was working on and the projects I wanted to do later down the line. I looked to the present and future, and didn't dwell on the past. I learned that I was worth something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you get that? Because that's pretty huge. I was worth something. I am. I. So. Am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a hard lesson to learn when you feel like you should be grateful just to have someone be interested in your art. You should thank them by doing work for them gratis, for tips, for the smile on their faces. Remember, artists don't make money. They struggle. They get day jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thankful to have an amazing woman come into my life. &lt;a href="http://www.wokeupknowing.com/"&gt;Dyana Valentine &lt;/a&gt;asked me questions, she poked and prodded, she lit a fire under my ass, loaded me down with resources and ideas, and then told me to take over the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, world. I work hard, and I love what I do. And this brings us to where we started--my rates are going up. This is how I pay my rent and buy frioles to cook for dinner. I'm scared but overjoyed to be in a position where I can do this. My dream is now my real, everyday life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for supporting me, from the bottom of my heart. I can't wait to see where this journey leads to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the scoop on packages, you can check out my newly put together &lt;a href="http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/p/services.html"&gt;Services&lt;/a&gt; page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is a small sample of resources that inspired, enlightened and empowered me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Never-Eat-Alone-Secrets-Relationship/dp/0385512058"&gt;Never Eat Alone: And Other Secrets to Success, One Relationship at a Time, by Keith Ferazzi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://unicornsforsocialism.com/"&gt;Unicorns for Socialism by Alexandra Franzen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wokeupknowing.com/"&gt;Dyana Valentine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitehottruth.com/shop-adore/the-spark-kit/"&gt;Danielle LaPorte's "The Spark Kit"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitehottruth.com/shop-adore/the-spark-kit/"&gt;Seth Godin's Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://galadarling.com/static/love-sequins-podcast"&gt;Gala Darling's "Love and Sequins" (Particularly Chapter Two: The Smart Girl's Guide to Business. She's having a sale! Scoop it up!)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crew of beautiful geniuses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.themichellebonfilsshow.com/"&gt;Michelle Bonfils&lt;/a&gt; * &lt;a href="http://www.jenniferemerling.com/"&gt;Jennifer Emerling&lt;/a&gt; * &lt;a href="http://www.papersledgehammer.blogspot.com/"&gt;Laura Goldstone&lt;/a&gt; * &lt;a href="http://http//www.centerforneurotherapy.com/"&gt;Perri Johnson&lt;/a&gt; * &lt;a href="http://intersectingla.tumblr.com/"&gt;Jamie Coakley&lt;/a&gt; * Mona Teliga * &lt;a href="http://www.fivetools.com/"&gt;Peter Hughes&lt;/a&gt; * &lt;a href="http://lauraspinella.tumblr.com/"&gt;Laura Spinella&lt;/a&gt; * Ben Pringle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-694778575761410068?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/694778575761410068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=694778575761410068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/694778575761410068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/694778575761410068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/06/why-my-prices-are-going-up-or-how.html' title='Why My Prices are Going Up; Or How Stuart Smalley Had his Way With Me'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-7974567314831326588</id><published>2011-06-24T10:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T14:40:14.668-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what I wore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>What I Wore 6.19.11: Featuring Agent Lover!</title><content type='html'>When Marie and I met up on Saturday to go to the Melrose Flea Market, all I could think was "finally!" I've been following &lt;a href="http://www.agentlover.com/blog/"&gt;her blog&lt;/a&gt; for awhile and while I totally loved her work, I had no idea that I would find a Mariah Carey &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tape&lt;/span&gt; in her car! Love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5867263292/" title="Agent Lover and Aurora Lady by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5224/5867263292_e73e6946c4_b.jpg" alt="Agent Lover and Aurora Lady" height="546" width="700" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided that the best thing to do was to take outfit photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5867183918/" title="Marie: otherwise known as your favorite Agent Lover by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5270/5867183918_2d78bb6d12_b.jpg" alt="Marie: otherwise known as your favorite Agent Lover" height="573" width="700" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cute! Marie is such a sweetheart, blowing in the breeze!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marie's deets on her outfit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dress is from a local chola store&lt;br /&gt;The bolero is 70's vintage, was my mom's&lt;br /&gt;shoes are Betsey Johnson Pollys&lt;br /&gt;Mexican knit bag&lt;br /&gt;belt from I Heart Ronson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5867183840/" title="wiw61911a by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5064/5867183840_d880bcbaa4_b.jpg" alt="wiw61911a" height="559" width="700" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dress is Kimchi and Blue, from St. Vincent's Thrift&lt;br /&gt;flower leftover from our wedding&lt;br /&gt;boots from Buffalo Exchange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to get busy in the dugout, you knooow how we do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-7974567314831326588?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/7974567314831326588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=7974567314831326588&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/7974567314831326588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/7974567314831326588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-i-wore-61911.html' title='What I Wore 6.19.11: Featuring Agent Lover!'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5224/5867263292_e73e6946c4_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-5620006703815567619</id><published>2011-06-21T09:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T10:46:35.810-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what I wore'/><title type='text'>Introductions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5856795589/" title="aurorawashWIW06 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3232/5856795589_1c2c3ce1c5_b.jpg" alt="aurorawashWIW06" height="750" width="506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to introduce my favorite jacket to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New secret talent: Altering jean jackets. More to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo by the effortlessly amazing &lt;a href="http://www.jenniferemerling.com"&gt;Jenn Emerling&lt;/a&gt;. She's your girl if you want photos that will make your heart leap up to the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5857365436/" title="aurorawashWIW21 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-5620006703815567619?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/5620006703815567619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=5620006703815567619&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/5620006703815567619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/5620006703815567619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/06/introductions.html' title='Introductions'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3232/5856795589_1c2c3ce1c5_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-4997775275588676676</id><published>2011-06-20T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T08:24:20.490-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what I wore'/><title type='text'>What I Wore 6.20.11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tim Burton exhibit at the LACMA. GO. NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5852728981/" title="alwiw1 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5146/5852728981_122a94e7ea_z.jpg" alt="alwiw1" height="640" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jumper: Erin Featherson for Target; St. Vincent's $6.00&lt;br /&gt;fishnets: Rodarte for Target; Goodwill in Fresno on Blackstone $1.00&lt;br /&gt;boots: no brand, Buffalo Exchange on La Brea; bought on credit&lt;br /&gt;shirt: White House/Black Market; Goodwill on La Brea $3.00&lt;br /&gt;flowered headpiece: handmade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5853271492/" title="aawiw2 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5104/5853271492_0372154fa2_z.jpg" alt="aawiw2" height="507" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5853276852/" title="aawiw3 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5154/5853276852_390b7c8128_z.jpg" alt="aawiw3" height="506" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was never a huge Tim Burton fan, but this exhibit is awesome. There were pieces from high school on up to his current projects. He's clever and when he was younger, really dissatisfied. I'm totally into Burbankian anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left the museum so inspired that we went directly over to our video store and rented Edward Scissorhands. I think we're going to try to get through a lot of his catalog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-4997775275588676676?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/4997775275588676676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=4997775275588676676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/4997775275588676676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/4997775275588676676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-i-wore-62011.html' title='What I Wore 6.20.11'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5146/5852728981_122a94e7ea_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-5895045610253771875</id><published>2011-06-16T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T10:31:48.985-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='etsy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><title type='text'>Last Chance for Prints at a Steal!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've had my Etsy shop for a long time, and it's about to be overhauled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//www.etsy.com/listing/36040840/jonathan-richman-print" title="il_570xN.107661212 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3093/5840833990_ab3fbd7bf9_z.jpg" alt="il_570xN.107661212" height="606" width="418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the changes I'm making is with my pricing (I'll go into the whys and hows in a future post). &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/AuroraArmijo?section_id=5690812"&gt;You can purchase prints at the low price of $12.00&lt;/a&gt;-- til next week. Take advantage before those prices are doubled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-5895045610253771875?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/5895045610253771875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=5895045610253771875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/5895045610253771875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/5895045610253771875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/06/last-chance-for-prints-at-steal.html' title='Last Chance for Prints at a Steal!'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3093/5840833990_ab3fbd7bf9_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-2571522190117459879</id><published>2011-06-14T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T10:45:25.257-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what I wore'/><title type='text'>A Halloween Adventure; Or, Why I Care About How I Dress</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5695038584/" title="A. Lady &amp;quot;Building Up an Appetite&amp;quot; 2011 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2721/5695038584_0ca940023a_z.jpg" alt="A. Lady &amp;quot;Building Up an Appetite&amp;quot; 2011" height="640" width="497" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween was a big deal to our family. My mother made three costumes each year, one each for my brothers and myself. My father would participate by drunkenly telling us that we were going to hell for celebrating Satan's holiday--as if we weren't more excited by candy and dressing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The costumes were a big deal. We'd start about a month in advance, picking up supplies and piecing together our dreams. This exuberance went on longer than it probably should have, as evidenced by the lack of interest my classmates had by the fifth grade (they were busy "going around" with each other. Do you remember "going around"? I don't, because I was still carrying around Barbies in my backpack). No more pumpkin-shaped trick or treat buckets brought to school, and certainly no more costumes! Babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the sixth grade, my mother was teaching me how to sew, and one of our first projects together was my Halloween costume that year-- Betty Rubble. I had my mother curl my short, dark, bob haircut and we made a papier mache bone bow to top it off. My dress was blue, short, and fun! I was a ball of smiles as my brothers, mother, and I walked out of the house, my father screaming, "God will not forget! You can still change!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I forgot was, in fact, that I was a girl smack-dab in the middle of my awkward phase. At age 11, I had already reached my full height of 5'7...and I still didn't need a training bra. At that point I was taking three-hour long ballet classes four days a week (serious business, I can't even tell you!) and my body was akin to a bamboo rod. By all accounts, I was a smiling, lean, scarecrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I shouldn't have been surprised by what happened next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time eight thirty rolled around that evening, we had made the rounds at the local church Halloween fair, and started our trick or treating in the neighborhood. It was dark, but there were still a few people milling around. Our mother waited in the car while we kn0cked on doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only remember one exchange that evening, and it'll probably stay with me forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman--don't really remember anything remarkable about her--opened her door after she heard our polite knocking. She was hit with three grinning kids--one Betty Rubble, one spider, and one pirate. "Trick or treat!" we greeted her, in unison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked us over, and her gaze stopped on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're a boy," she said, obviously perplexed and disgusted by me. Her eyes narrowed. This "boy" in a dress thing was obviously not ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the first time I felt like my body had betrayed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to smile. "No, no, I'm Betty Rubble!" I tried to squeak out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Right&lt;/span&gt;", she retorted, quickly shutting the door. The porch light went out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two little brothers burst out in laughter. We got into the car where my mother asked what had happened. The laughter got louder and I got quieter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had tiny reconciliations since then. It was a conservative neighborhood in Clovis, California, where people are phobic to the max and looking out for anything that might threaten their safe, coddled existence. I was so effing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;awkward&lt;/span&gt;. It was later at night and she had three glasses of wine 15 minutes before we showed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I just wasn't yet entirely in control of my body, my look, my particular sort of amazingness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to get into the societal sadness that this might bring to commentary-- I think that's another blog. I can safely say that I think about this moment--about that woman, about how my heart sunk, about how I never want another person to make me feel that way again about how I look when it's already established that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm &lt;/span&gt;happy about how I look--that's what I think about when I choose my clothes. It sometimes pops into my head when I'm taking photos for my What I Wore posts. It can come to mind when I see someone on the street wearing something original, ugly, beautiful, or unpractical. It's part of why I nerd out on every outfit Lady Gaga wears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since that moment, I've worked to become the person who's happy and confident with who she is. Clothing is temporal and easy, style is evasive and thought-provoking. And while I'm not the most avant-garde dresser, I put effort into cultivating a relationship between my brain and the way I present myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful for that Clovis woman. I'm grateful for the little crack of heartbreak, and the impending realization that I would be in charge of my costuming on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I encourage you to be brave, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//www.etsy.com/listing/74081148/building-up-an-appetite-original?ref=pr_shop"&gt;Building Up An Appetite&lt;/a&gt; is currently available for sale on Etsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-2571522190117459879?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/2571522190117459879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=2571522190117459879&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/2571522190117459879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/2571522190117459879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/06/halloween-adventure-or-why-i-care-about.html' title='A Halloween Adventure; Or, Why I Care About How I Dress'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2721/5695038584_0ca940023a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-2765523953361058054</id><published>2011-06-14T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T10:03:21.210-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what I wore'/><title type='text'>What I Wore 6.14.11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday, Jenn and I ended up at the Art in The Street exhibit at the MOCA. We'd both been chomping at the bit to see this massive show, and the world finally opened up to us when we saw that Mondays are free for the rest of the summer! If you are in Los Angeles, you have no excuse--get your butt over there! We spent two hours, which we realized was foolish after we arrived, as the place is huge and you'll need all the time you can get to really absorb the work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5832329483/" title="auroraartstreetswiw01 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3484/5832329483_560c321316_b.jpg" alt="auroraartstreetswiw01" height="750" width="563" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full scale installations were the name of the game towards the back of the space--my senses were on overload! Each "block" had a different feel- there was an old school tattoo station, pin ball noises, huge graphic signs, and films.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dressed around my new favorite Hello Drama earring. I'm taking this thing everywhere with me! I think it really says "Lipstick Knifefight", which is my new style direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hair: cookie pin, gift from Kim Burly&lt;br /&gt;shirt: Kanjana, $1 at St. Vincent De Paul's Thrift&lt;br /&gt;skirt: Anne Klein, $3 at Buffalo Exchange&lt;br /&gt;tights: Betsey Johnson, gift from Jenn&lt;br /&gt;boots: Forever 21, gift&lt;br /&gt;earring: &lt;a href="http://hellodrama.bigcartel.com/"&gt;Hello Drama &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pin: &lt;a href="http://www.phoneboothgallery.com/"&gt;Phone Booth Gallery&lt;/a&gt;, received at an opening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5832330793/" title="auroraartstreetswiw02 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3038/5832330793_599044797e_b.jpg" alt="auroraartstreetswiw02" height="563" width="750" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5832885026/" title="auroraartstreetswiw04 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3293/5832885026_1722e348a5_b.jpg" alt="auroraartstreetswiw04" height="750" width="563" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting some new Tara McPherson work on my left arm--I'm a total wuss so I couldn't sit much longer past getting the outline! I'm getting the sucker filled in on Friday with the amazing &lt;a href="http://http//blackdiamondtattoola.com/home.html"&gt;Alayna Magnan&lt;/a&gt;. Her entire station is pink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5832330307/" title="auroraartstreetswiw05 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3164/5832330307_06d7efa4e0_b.jpg" alt="auroraartstreetswiw05" height="563" width="750" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5832879870/" title="jennartstreetswiw01 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3144/5832879870_a76afd901b_b.jpg" alt="jennartstreetswiw01" height="750" width="563" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;necklace: London-based artist at Brick Lane, 5  pounds&lt;br /&gt;Pants: P&amp;amp;Y  Denim at Buffalo Exchange on La Brea, $5&lt;br /&gt;Boots: Diesel, Marshall's in Fresno $40&lt;br /&gt;Shirt: Tramp at Buffalo Exchange, $19&lt;br /&gt;Watch: Betsey Johnson, gift&lt;br /&gt;Belt:  Betsey Johnson, Nordstrom Rack $10&lt;br /&gt;Purse: unknown brand (but vegan!), Buffalo Exchange, $22&lt;br /&gt;Sunglasses: Vans, SBI Boardshop, $10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5832327869/" title="jennartstreetswiw02 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3261/5832327869_eb228c6f29_b.jpg" alt="jennartstreetswiw02" height="563" width="750" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenn's unicorn outfit was right at home amidst the neon and black images. She's looking for a style direction (I suggested "Tragic Majestic High School", but it's not really sticking!), so if you have ideas, let us know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5832880218/" title="jennartstreetswiw04 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5267/5832880218_06d1cec4cc_b.jpg" alt="jennartstreetswiw04" height="750" width="563" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenn feel in love with the Terry Richardson area--she can't get enough of people in their natural element! I so regret not getting a pic of her in front of her mentor's photos--but the great thing is that the exhibit is up all summer, so she'll have plenty of chances to revisit the work! xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-2765523953361058054?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/2765523953361058054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=2765523953361058054&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/2765523953361058054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/2765523953361058054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/06/yesterday-jenn-and-i-ended-up-at-art-in.html' title='What I Wore 6.14.11'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3484/5832329483_560c321316_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-3767450076596848339</id><published>2011-06-05T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T22:07:21.793-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what I wore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='los angeles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jenn'/><title type='text'>What I Wore 6.4.11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's a fact-- when Jenn comes down to Southern California, I feel like it's an opportunity to go all out. Last night, we attended the opening of&lt;a href="http://www.japanla.com/blog.php"&gt; Japan LA's "Kittens and Ice Cream" show&lt;/a&gt;. Cats? Ice cream?! No need to email us twice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea what I was going to wear. I knew from past experiences that people in L.A. go nuts with their costumes, and I was absolutely on track with that! Nothing was really hitting me though, until I stumbled upon my old 4-H hat. Perfect! I started building from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5801025328/" title="japanla1 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3106/5801025328_0c44b023a3_b.jpg" alt="japanla1" height="700" width="547" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenn, of course, was channeling her power animal, a unicorn! She was shiny and adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hat: 4-H, the real deal. I earned those patches and pins all through junior high.&lt;br /&gt;glasses: Forever 21 mens department. $4.99&lt;br /&gt;leotard: no brand name, at St. Vincent's Thrift. $1&lt;br /&gt;skirt: H&amp;amp;M, found at Crossroads in Santa Monica. $10&lt;br /&gt;tights: Iguana Vintage in Hollywood, $4.99&lt;br /&gt;boots: Forever 21, gift&lt;br /&gt;crocheted cookie pin: gift from Kim Burly&lt;br /&gt;earring: dripping cross from &lt;a href="http://hellodrama.bigcartel.com/"&gt;Hello Drama&lt;/a&gt;, gift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Jenn:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dress: Betsey Johnson, friend's closet, $50&lt;br /&gt;tights: Accessorize, in the U.K., London $10&lt;br /&gt;boots: Deisel, at Marshall's (on clearance! She's so good!) $40&lt;br /&gt;necklace: No brand, Buffalo Exchange, $8&lt;br /&gt;watch: Betsey Johnson, gift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5800471853/" title="japanla3 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3110/5800471853_17a00cf199_b.jpg" alt="japanla3" height="525" width="700" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a close up of the amazing Forever 21 boots. These things are more versatile than I thought they would be! Leopard is definitely my neutral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5801026596/" title="japanla4 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2346/5801026596_f8a8360c5f_b.jpg" alt="japanla4" height="700" width="525" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With uber cutie &lt;a href="http://www.limecrimemakeup.com"&gt;Lime Crime &lt;/a&gt;founder, Xenia. Her and her husband are total sweethearts. So happy that Los Angeles has them now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5800472529/" title="japanla5 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3292/5800472529_a6f61af5ca_b.jpg" alt="japanla5" height="525" width="700" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5801027388/" title="japanla6 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2776/5801027388_04a69fd0c7_b.jpg" alt="japanla6" height="700" width="574" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenn is really into religious-themed cat art. The show was one of the most adorable that I've ever seen. So much fun! It's up for a month so be sure to stop in and check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5801027874/" title="japanla7 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5023/5801027874_da783f428e_b.jpg" alt="japanla7" height="700" width="525" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were food carts lined up outside the venue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5800473617/" title="japanla8 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5110/5800473617_670ccd0406_b.jpg" alt="japanla8" height="525" width="700" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many people dressed up in theme! One guy had little faux kitties on his shoulders and in his beard. A woman dressed up her dog as an ice cream sundae. Other ladies had elaborate hair styles that looked like ice cream! Grade A. Ugh! I am so grateful to be in a city now where my friends and I aren't the only ones who show up at an event looking over the top!  Half of the fun is getting an outfit together. I'm happy to be reuniting with that act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-3767450076596848339?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/3767450076596848339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=3767450076596848339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/3767450076596848339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/3767450076596848339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-i-wore-6411.html' title='What I Wore 6.4.11'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3106/5801025328_0c44b023a3_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-1664299975648920548</id><published>2011-05-27T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T21:47:27.001-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>A Little Bit Truth-y, A Little Bit Rock 'N' Roll</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5710924501/" title="A. Lady &amp;quot;Spin It&amp;quot; 2011 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3199/5710924501_42efdcd1f0_b.jpg" alt="A. Lady &amp;quot;Spin It&amp;quot; 2011" height="1024" width="812" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Waters has been in my life for a long time. It started with my Johnny Depp obsession (I'm sure it's no surprise--I was a child of the '90's, fer shure) and just kept going. I've been coming across some gems lately, starting with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h6 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;“I don’t like rules of any kind. And I seek people who break rules with happiness — and not bringing pain to themselves.”&lt;br /&gt;—John Waters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While my self loathing teenage self certainly has steered me in a direction--namely, toward a job working for Hot Topic's company straight outta college-- I'm all wide-eyed, soak-up-the-sun, eating nuts for lunch style right now. Here's the thing though: I'm, like, way over pain. Especially the self inflicted kind. Dude, I can't deal with that anymore. Taking care of yourself requires a certain degree of awareness and responsibility, and I'm stoked on even having that opportunity. If that means sacrificing the excitement of my more carefree youth for organic eye cream, then put me on your list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love people who know their power and worth. I'm not talking about money, necessarily. But that's sexy too. I'm intrigued by a genuine dedication to self-respect and boundaries. It all sounds so...mature. But that's my reality right now, and it's hot shit. It's the reason I'm able to wake up every morning feeling empowered and inspired by the company I keep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading Danielle LaPorte's epic tome, &lt;a href="http://whitehottruth.com/shop-adore/"&gt;"The Spark Kit"&lt;/a&gt;. As with most things, I did a lot of snuggling around other content on the site before I committed to bedding the purchase. In one of her videos, she talks about getting on the bus with your "yes people"--surrounding yourself with people who won't say no to your dreams and will look out for opportunities. Are you reading this? Are you thinking about it? Damn, so basic and so important. Read that again. You need to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DO&lt;/span&gt; that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh, I take that tone, but am I talking to you or to myself? Or to Aurora when I was 22? What a mess. Just re-read it. Make it your mantra. Give me your shirt and I'll write that effer on there.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Waters has a little interview that is also blowing my mind &lt;a href="http://telegraph.co.uk/culture/hay-festival/8538942/Hay-Festival-2011-John-Waters-on-10-things-every-role-model-needs.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Gogogo. And then let me know what you are going to kick ass and feel good about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-1664299975648920548?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/1664299975648920548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=1664299975648920548&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/1664299975648920548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/1664299975648920548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/05/little-bit-truth-y-little-bit-rock-n.html' title='A Little Bit Truth-y, A Little Bit Rock &apos;N&apos; Roll'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3199/5710924501_42efdcd1f0_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-7430357355564198078</id><published>2011-05-25T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T11:49:30.133-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what I wore'/><title type='text'>What I Wore 5.25.2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't let my dour expression deceive you--I'm actually really happy right now! FedEx just dropped off a package and the sun is shining! What could be better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we are headed over to The Standard. I have gotten my hair cut there (it's bargain-style) but that's about it! We will be meeting up with friends and saying farewell to someone special. It seems that Washington always ends up with cool people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5758767647/" title="IMG_0868 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5221/5758767647_4467fbe8fe_z.jpg" alt="IMG_0868" height="572" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenn ordered this little shirt as a gift for me from &lt;a href="http://www.modcloth.com"&gt;Modcloth&lt;/a&gt;. It's a new deal for me--I don't exactly feel confident in a crop top, but can pull it off with a high waisted skirt. Especially if the top has a weird print of two girls with mice heads. Sign me up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5759314114/" title="IMG_0860 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2013/5759314114_1984865031_z.jpg" alt="IMG_0860" height="391" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have reached a momentous occasion: I have worn this jean jacket so much that I now have a hole in the elbow! This has never happened to me! I feel like Bruce Springsteen, finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5759315376/" title="IMG_0857 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5230/5759315376_d7ed3ea1d1_z.jpg" alt="IMG_0857" height="421" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean jacket: Gap via Goodwill in Visalia $4.99&lt;br /&gt;Boots: Forever 21, gift&lt;br /&gt;Shirt: Modcloth, gift&lt;br /&gt;Scarf in hair: Mom's&lt;br /&gt;Hoop earring with studs: Santee Alley, $1&lt;br /&gt;Circular earring: Mom's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned how obsessed with orange lipstick I am? This one is more red-ish than I usually go (Lime Crime's My Beautiful Rocket is my go-to). I like having variety in a color family. It makes me feel like all of my lipsticks are getting along and appreciating one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5759316570/" title="IMG_0864 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-7430357355564198078?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/7430357355564198078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=7430357355564198078&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/7430357355564198078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/7430357355564198078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-i-wore-5252011.html' title='What I Wore 5.25.2011'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5221/5758767647_4467fbe8fe_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-5989125161372505523</id><published>2011-05-23T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T16:16:20.680-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ladyfingers'/><title type='text'>Nomadic Rodentia Three</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5711485568/" title="Nomadic Rodentia Three by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3417/5711485568_038f8ae851_z.jpg" alt="Nomadic Rodentia Three" height="640" width="444" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I was nine, I had changed schools five times. No stranger to the temporal nature of an everyday existence, I embraced heartache with as much vigor as someone might embrace the stability of having health insurance, or eating Jell-o. It was what it was. I just learned how to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned how to trick the system. I entered art and coloring contests left and right, so that I could win gift certificates for groceries. I bought my issue of Seventeen at the Thrifty Drug in whatever city we were in, instead of getting a subscription. I learned to sew 1) to save money 2) so I wouldn't have to waste time learning where the stores where ever we moved to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned to smile and make jokes at every school, so that the inevitable goodbyes weren't too painful--this, while I was secretly wishing that my friends were my family, instead of my brothers and father, who were, in fact, the people pulling me away, over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/74080348/nomadic-rodentia-three-painting"&gt;Nomadic Rodentia is currently up for sale on Etsy.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-5989125161372505523?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/5989125161372505523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=5989125161372505523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/5989125161372505523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/5989125161372505523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/05/nomadic-rodentia-three.html' title='Nomadic Rodentia Three'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3417/5711485568_038f8ae851_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-1408317800007734373</id><published>2011-05-18T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T20:47:40.952-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Lady Gaga Triumvirate.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kim has been keeping me company for the past 23 hours, so it's been all hair dye, pop music, and vegan noshing. We ventured outside this morning with one thing in mind: GAGA! There's some huge ads right around the corner from where I live, and they said only "pictures" (in glitter. Of course.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim dyed her hair Gaga yellow with rust tones. This is my dream hair! UGH! And there is nothing better than a high ponytail. So. Cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5735077023/" title="IMG_0765 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2196/5735077023_74f8df1585_z.jpg" alt="IMG_0765" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5735622528/" title="IMG_0763 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3352/5735622528_5392fde3b3_z.jpg" alt="IMG_0763" height="458" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5735082343/" title="IMG_0768 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2179/5735082343_4a17f5ac07_z.jpg" alt="IMG_0768" height="409" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5735084331/" title="IMG_0770 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3614/5735084331_1963b2d807_z.jpg" alt="IMG_0770" height="431" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I found my sunglasses at the dollar store, and they are huge! So huge, in fact, that they often slip off my face. Keeps me on my toes, right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5735639736/" title="IMG_0779 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3222/5735639736_23043ef25d_z.jpg" alt="IMG_0779" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5735642474/" title="IMG_0780 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3094/5735642474_ef0b88c38e_z.jpg" alt="IMG_0780" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found my Scorpio necklace! I'm so grateful. Losing that thing would have meant that I'd have to remember my sign on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5735095917/" title="IMG_0786 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3376/5735095917_d82f2764f8_z.jpg" alt="IMG_0786" height="362" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5735095417/" title="IMG_0785 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5142/5735095417_7430eb2686_z.jpg" alt="IMG_0785" height="351" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello hello baby I can't hear a thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-1408317800007734373?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/1408317800007734373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=1408317800007734373&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/1408317800007734373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/1408317800007734373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/05/lady-gaga-triumvirate.html' title='Lady Gaga Triumvirate.'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2196/5735077023_74f8df1585_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-1406895135052459794</id><published>2011-05-17T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T23:42:00.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Raspberry Mint!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kim and I are together right now, mixing dyes. She made puce!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for raspberry mint. I had been so inspired by Tanya, the woman who put my feathers in, that I had decided I needed to get colorful again. I wanted something to go with my favorite orange lipstick. When I texted Kim urgently last night asking if she was in, I received an empathic "YES!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5731882520/" title="Raspberry mint! by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3549/5731882520_7c958c3bef_z.jpg" alt="Raspberry mint!" height="640" width="518" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5731881026/" title="It's time to crush a jacket in your lap! by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2082/5731881026_6aa0521ef7_z.jpg" alt="It's time to crush a jacket in your lap!" height="564" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After discovering a beauty supply store within walking distance of our home, it's game on! The woman who runs it is also from the Central Valley, so we have a kindred connection. I am trying to let my hair grow, so dying is the only change I'll allow for the time being. This should be fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-1406895135052459794?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/1406895135052459794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=1406895135052459794&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/1406895135052459794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/1406895135052459794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/05/raspberry-mint.html' title='Raspberry Mint!'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3549/5731882520_7c958c3bef_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-7360026278851940898</id><published>2011-05-16T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T16:23:43.166-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ladyfingers'/><title type='text'>Ladyfingers in a Long Beach Minute.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saturday was the &lt;a href="http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/04/ladyfingers-at-downtown-darling.html"&gt;"Ladyfingers"&lt;/a&gt; opening at Downtown Darling in Long Beach. The day of, I was incredibly nervous and amped up. I had worries running through my head, coupled with thoughts of trying to settle my nerves. I love that little bit of adrenaline that puts you on edge and makes you feel like you just consumed 8 pink Peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5727149017/" title="IMG_0685 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5095/5727149017_8829ea7ebc_z.jpg" alt="IMG_0685" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Streamers were strung from one end of the space to another. I had made them during the week while taking in the deep and emotional "New York Minute", starring my girlfriend Mary Kate Olsen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5727687246/" title="IMG_0693 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3164/5727687246_c39a3bc41f_z.jpg" alt="IMG_0693" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/74080348/nomadic-rodentia-three-painting"&gt;tiny&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/74080163/nomadic-rodentia-two-painting?ref=v1_other_2"&gt;mouse&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/74079961/nomadic-rodentia-one-original-painting?ref=v1_other_2"&gt;paintings&lt;/a&gt; were the very last ones I did! I think they are so fun and lively! Ben loves to tease me about drawing rodents, but actually freaking out when I actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;saw&lt;/span&gt; one hanging out in our kitchen. Ugh, unless an animal is paying rent in our place, he doesn't get to snack on our food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5727668262/" title="IMG_0698 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5109/5727668262_636eb40dd3_z.jpg" alt="IMG_0698" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Table of buttons, business cards, takeaways, fliers, and an e-mail list. You can also subscribe for updates by clicking the button on the right of this page!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5727125437/" title="IMG_0695 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2414/5727125437_d16aab3520_z.jpg" alt="IMG_0695" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of the mixed media drawings I did for the show. I loved drawing horns on my friends! Those little minxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5727105903/" title="IMG_0700 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5128/5727105903_1532b971ca_z.jpg" alt="IMG_0700" height="519" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paintings grazing the top of the vintage dress racks. Ben and our friend Brian did an amazing job the night before hanging the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5727648268/" title="IMG_0705 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5229/5727648268_3d1823415a_z.jpg" alt="IMG_0705" height="558" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben before the show started. I love his little boy tie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5727620176/" title="IMG_0707 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3452/5727620176_ecfa2bd24f_z.jpg" alt="IMG_0707" height="640" width="405" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wore a dress that I found at Goodwill on Fairfax. I cut the neckline, arms, and bottom of the dress and hemmed it up. Don't say those used bridesmaids dresses are good for nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5727081145/" title="IMG_0724 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5169/5727081145_a83b066656_z.jpg" alt="IMG_0724" height="474" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuties Rita and Courtney came out, along with other friends. I was so happy to have them there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5727706150/" title="IMG_0716 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3466/5727706150_5d4d05ac6b_z.jpg" alt="IMG_0716" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Golden Afternoon played on the upper level of the loft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5727638268/" title="IMG_0718 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5091/5727638268_c96fce3a9e_z.jpg" alt="IMG_0718" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5727627276/" title="IMG_0734 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5106/5727627276_021bf86701_z.jpg" alt="IMG_0734" height="418" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben observing all of the peeps that came in and out of the space for the show! The place seemed packed at certain points and I had to go outside to catch my breath. Such good energy! Thanks so much to everyone who made it out--you have no idea how much your support means to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show will be up until mid-June. Hours at Downtown Darling are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" class="hours" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="day"&gt;Tues: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="time"&gt;12:00 pm&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="dash"&gt;-&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="time2"&gt;7:00 pm&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="day"&gt;Wed: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="time"&gt;2:00 pm&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="dash"&gt;-&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="time2"&gt;7:00 pm&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="day"&gt;Thurs - Fri: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="time"&gt;12:00 pm&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="dash"&gt;-&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="time2"&gt;7:00 pm&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="day"&gt;Sat - Sun: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="time"&gt;12:00 pm&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="dash"&gt;-&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="time2"&gt;6:00 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shop is located in downtown Long Beach, at 314 Elm Avenue. You'll recognize it because it's the cutest store on the block!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pieces are all available for sale at the shop and at my &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/AuroraArmijo?ref=seller_info"&gt;Etsy&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-7360026278851940898?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/7360026278851940898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=7360026278851940898&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/7360026278851940898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/7360026278851940898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/05/ladyfingers-in-long-beach-minute.html' title='Ladyfingers in a Long Beach Minute.'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5095/5727149017_8829ea7ebc_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-2966788389015028851</id><published>2011-05-14T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T09:00:02.560-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ladyfingers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mix tape'/><title type='text'>11 Songs for 11 Ladies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've had these paintings marinating in my head for a long time--they hung around through notes, city adventures, and heartbreak. Each lady definitely brought something new to the story I was telling. They were each distinct--playful, discouraged, bored, incredulous, shocked.  No matter what they felt, they were smart and funny at the core, and that was the filter I used to bring them to life. Each of these songs helped manifest the image while I was working, and so I consider this mix tape, of sorts, to be very important to the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll be playing at &lt;a href="http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/04/ladyfingers-at-downtown-darling.html"&gt;"Ladyfingers" tonight&lt;/a&gt;. For those of you stuck in New Zealand or Kokomo, here is the Ladyfingers Mix Tape, as put together by my partner in crime, Jennifer Emerling. Because she's such a lover, she's given you the tech-y option of getting each song separately, or as &lt;a href="http://www.auroraarmijo.com/mp3/LadyfingersSoundtrack.zip"&gt;the full compilation.&lt;/a&gt; Listen now, thank her later. That's how she likes it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5711451298/" title="IMG_0644 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2411/5711451298_f56032753c_z.jpg" alt="IMG_0644" height="640" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.auroraarmijo.com/mp3/YourKissesAreWastedonMe.mp3"&gt;The Pipettes-  "Your Kisses Are Wasted On Me"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.auroraarmijo.com/mp3/Becky.mp3"&gt;Be Your Own Pet- "Becky"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.auroraarmijo.com/mp3/Laura.mp3"&gt;Mates of State- "Laura"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.auroraarmijo.com/mp3/TheMagicPosition.mp3"&gt;Patrick Wolf- "The Magic Position"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.auroraarmijo.com/mp3/GirlsJustWannaHave%20Fun.m4a"&gt;Cyndi Lauper-  "Girls Just Want To Have Fun"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.auroraarmijo.com/mp3/ThenHeKissedMe.m4a"&gt;The Crystals- "Then He Kissed Me"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.auroraarmijo.com/mp3/GraceKelly.mp3"&gt;Mika- "Grace Kelly"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.auroraarmijo.com/mp3/CrazyForYou.mp3"&gt;Best Coast- "Crazy For You"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.auroraarmijo.com/mp3/BuddyHolly.m4a"&gt;Weezer- "Buddy Holly"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.auroraarmijo.com/mp3/CapeDory.mp3"&gt;Tennis- "Cape Dory"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.auroraarmijo.com/mp3/ThatTeenageFeeling.mp3"&gt;Neko Case- "That Teenage Feeling"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;These MP3 are intended as a sampling-- a mere morsel of the talent of each artist. If you like the song, buy the album and feel free to cry and laugh and yearn along with them. A heart can't live without a beat. If you are the artist and would like me to take down your song, please email me. I will be sad, but will understand. xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/people/AuroraArmijo"&gt;Etsy &lt;/a&gt;will have it's share of Ladyfingers items--paintings, buttons, all the loot!-- up at 11 this morning. Get ready, Tiger Beats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-2966788389015028851?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/2966788389015028851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=2966788389015028851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/2966788389015028851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/2966788389015028851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/05/11-songs-for-11-ladies.html' title='11 Songs for 11 Ladies.'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2411/5711451298_f56032753c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-6043163146316079067</id><published>2011-05-13T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T10:36:28.178-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ladyfingers'/><title type='text'>Ladyfingers: Meet Andie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Round two of our Ladyfingers sneak peek--these doves are ready to fly tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5695044362/" title="A. Lady &amp;quot;Teenage Dream&amp;quot; 2011 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2313/5695044362_3937f919f2_z.jpg" alt="A. Lady &amp;quot;Teenage Dream&amp;quot; 2011" height="497" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Name: Andie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.)How old are you? 26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.)Favorite color? Faded Barbie sunset pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.)Who is your best friend? Oh gosh. I haven't thought about this since high school. I have a different best friend for every activity. I have an eating best friend. A yoga best friend. A makeup best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) Where do you want to go for vacation? A penthouse in a large city, with windows all around and wood floors, and just a bed with a stack of books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) Do you love your life? I'm learning to love it. The more I try to take responsibility for everything in my life, the more I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) Gum or Candy? Gum. Fast chewing, fast living!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.)Have any tattoos? I'm way too commitment-phobic for the steez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.)Who is your idol? I am really loving Diane Keaton in "Annie Hall". She had her own game and style and smiled all the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.)What do you like most about yourself? I'll give anything or anyone a chance. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.)Have any enemies? I'll give anything or anyone a chance. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, my takeaway postcards came in. Jenn, of course, designed them, and I think they look like sunshine!  They will be at the show tomorrow. Grab 'em!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5714018047/" title="Takeaways for Ladyfingers! by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3332/5714018047_3b572c1d13_z.jpg" alt="Takeaways for Ladyfingers!" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, Ben, Brian, and I are hanging the show. So, so excited! I'll be listing all of the new pieces on Etsy, and they will be available to purchase during the opening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my friend Adam interviewed me for his art podcast, "I Don't Get It". We discuss artmaking, slumpin' it, and making things happen. Lots of Fresno-focused art challenges as well. &lt;a href="http://idontgetitpodcast.blogspot.com/2011/05/episode-11-aurora-pringle.html"&gt;Check it out! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-6043163146316079067?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/6043163146316079067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=6043163146316079067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/6043163146316079067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/6043163146316079067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/05/ladyfingers-meet-andie.html' title='Ladyfingers: Meet Andie.'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2313/5695044362_3937f919f2_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-6163877701776627115</id><published>2011-05-12T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T13:46:58.967-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what I wore'/><title type='text'>What I Wore 5.12.11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This morning the light was beautiful, so I couldn't resist going out and taking some outfit photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5713093175/" title="IMG_0674 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2509/5713093175_6c970514ae_z.jpg" alt="IMG_0674" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent the last week with Jenn, and she helped me out immensely with show preparation. She's the genius behind my show flier and anything tech-y. All that time together definitely has it's influence--she's crazy about polka dots, and so now I have a new appreciation for them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this Zac Posen for Target dress on the clearance rack, and it couldn't be more adorable! The cut makes me feel tall and thin. I can't ask for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dress: Zac Posen for Target, $9.99&lt;br /&gt;heels: Gap via Goodwill, $3.99&lt;br /&gt;hair flower: leftover from our wedding--we bought a ton of them cheap in the flower district in L.A.&lt;br /&gt;lipstick: &lt;a href="http://www.limecrmemakeup.com/products/MY-BEAUTIFUL-ROCKET-OPAQUE-LIPSTICK.html"&gt;My Beautiful Rocket by Lime Crime&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5713063101/" title="IMG_0678 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3003/5713063101_26c07e1f71_z.jpg" alt="IMG_0678" height="479" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sherbet-y pink is such a treat! It makes me feel like summer is just around the corner, and I should be grabbing some tofu to put on the grill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5713614910/" title="IMG_0663 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3485/5713614910_2e3363126b_z.jpg" alt="IMG_0663" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also love the crazy back, which has shoulder flaps! I'm telling you, more dresses need shoulder flaps. They are unexpected and can make you feel like a superhero when the wind blows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-6163877701776627115?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/6163877701776627115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=6163877701776627115&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/6163877701776627115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/6163877701776627115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-i-wore-51211.html' title='What I Wore 5.12.11'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2509/5713093175_6c970514ae_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-8822508661745604646</id><published>2011-05-11T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T17:52:55.365-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ladyfingers'/><title type='text'>Pre-Show Countdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This week has been non-stop preparation for the show...and I'm still only halfway through the week! Here's some behind the scenes goodies for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5711729310/" title="Ladyfingers buttons! by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2536/5711729310_f5ee53741d_z.jpg" alt="Ladyfingers buttons!" height="458" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received my buttons from girl genius, Taryn Hipp! I've been ordering my buttons from her for years, and she never fails to kick ass. Even when I hit her with a Facebook message: "Hey, do you think you can do these in a week?" It never phases her, because she's a ROCKSTAR. Her prices are great and she does fantastic custom work. If you are in the market for these great little guys with your design on them, I urge you to &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/badideasleepover"&gt;order your buttons from her now&lt;/a&gt;! Limited edition "Shannon" buttons will be debuting at the show on Saturday. Buttons always go quick, so be sure to scoop them up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5711457128/" title="IMG_0649 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3443/5711457128_20eeefc966_z.jpg" alt="IMG_0649" height="640" width="491" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben has been a massive assist to me over the past few weeks. Among other things, he patiently painted these frames a deep, dark, solid black to go with the work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5710893787/" title="IMG_0646 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2224/5710893787_e0c181829c_z.jpg" alt="IMG_0646" height="640" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I spent time putting together yards of different colored grade school streamers. I love these brightly suspended loops of joy! I had forgotten how construction paper makes your hands smell. It's so distinct! I want to work with it more, now that I'm rekindled my love of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5708492632/" title="Feather and tinsel hair extensions! by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2295/5708492632_b49d987589_z.jpg" alt="Feather and tinsel hair extensions!" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also saw my new friend &lt;a href="http://www.untamedinstincts.com/"&gt;Tanya&lt;/a&gt;, who put feathers and tinsel in my hair! I'd been wanting to get this done for so long, and now I have streaks of the wild coursing through my locks. Ok, are they really "locks" if they are so short? Who knows. What they are is an accessory that makes me feel like a banshee. I've missed my purple hair (call me fickle, change is the spice of life when it comes to hair!) and this is fine. I love the tinsel when it sweeps across my face. It reminds me that everything can be made a bit more magical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The countdown continues. I am more than a little giddy about this show and am enjoying every bit of preparation!&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-8822508661745604646?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/8822508661745604646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=8822508661745604646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/8822508661745604646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/8822508661745604646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/05/pre-show-countdown.html' title='Pre-Show Countdown'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2536/5711729310_f5ee53741d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-8524004111975105688</id><published>2011-05-09T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T21:43:02.744-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ladyfingers'/><title type='text'>Ladyfingers: Meet Shannon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to give you a sneaky peaky at the ladies who'll be appearing on May 14th at Downtown Darling. There will be 11 new portraits, so I'm asking 11 questions. I had a blast drawing and painting these lovelies and can't wait to see them hung on walls amongst the treasures at the boutique!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5683805199/" title="A. Lady- &amp;quot;Those Too&amp;quot; 2011 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5149/5683805199_7dcbe7ae66_z.jpg" alt="A. Lady- &amp;quot;Those Too&amp;quot; 2011" height="637" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="soru"&gt;1.) Name: Shannon K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input name="id1" value="2741" type="hidden"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="soru"&gt;2.)How old are you? 19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;input name="id2" value="2742" type="hidden"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="soru"&gt;3.)Favorite color? Navy Blue, the color of the shadows of seahorses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;input name="id3" value="2743" type="hidden"&gt;      &lt;input name="id4" value="2744" type="hidden"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="soru"&gt;4.)Who is your best friend? Natalie. I spied her two years ago at school. She was asking the best questions in economics. She would ask them just to get the teacher talking so we'd never have to open our texts. She was everything I wanted to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;input name="id5" value="2745" type="hidden"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="soru"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) Where do you want to go for vacation? Maybe to New York City. I want to see that Alice in Wonderland statue in Central Park. I want to go on a Holden Caulfield themed tour through the city. Also, maybe to my mom's couch in Kentucky, to catch some z's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;input name="id6" value="2746" type="hidden"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="soru"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) Do you love your life? I will love it, once I don't have to worry about buying food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;input name="id7" value="2747" type="hidden"&gt;      &lt;input name="id8" value="2748" type="hidden"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="soru"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) Gum or Candy? Candy on cupcakes. I made a dozen chocolate cupcakes with Reese's mini peanut butter cups on top. Those were crazy! Natalie had three and then puked after we watched The Muffs. Rock and roll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;input name="id9" value="2749" type="hidden"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="soru"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.)Have any tattoos? I'm saving up for one. My friend Neil's cousin does them and I'm pretty sure he'll hook me up. I really want a seahorse on my shoulder. Can you give me a ride?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;input name="id10" value="2750" type="hidden"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="soru"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.)Who is your idol? Natalie :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;input name="id11" value="2751" type="hidden"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="soru"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.)What do you like most about yourself? I still write handwritten letters. I have a ton of old notebook paper--you remember the kind, with the spiral binding and the blue lines?--I use that and fold it up really tiny into hearts or bird shapes and leave them in my friend's mailboxes. My cursive is big and loopy and like a code. So if you can read it, you are my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;input name="id13" value="2753" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="id16" value="2756" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.)Have any enemies? Only one, and it's anchovies on my pizza. STAY THE EFF AWAY.&lt;input name="id18" value="2758" type="hidden"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="sira2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-8524004111975105688?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/8524004111975105688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=8524004111975105688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/8524004111975105688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/8524004111975105688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/05/ladyfingers-meet-shannon.html' title='Ladyfingers: Meet Shannon.'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5149/5683805199_7dcbe7ae66_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-4643316357827435672</id><published>2011-04-26T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T09:49:51.811-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what I wore'/><title type='text'>What I Wore 4.25.11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been wearing this little dress all over town! It has definitely become a go-to piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit that I had a fight with myself at Forever 21 when I found it. Typically I only buy things at non-thrift stores off the clearance rack. This had just arrived, and, as such, was full price--a whopping $24.99. I couldn't get over the sweet heart print, though, and the fact that it was a simple black and white, which means I can wear it with colored accessories and tights in the winter, and nothing in the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5657373715/" title="IMG_9203 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5301/5657373715_517ece32bc_z.jpg" alt="IMG_9203" height="462" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dress- Forever 21, $24.99&lt;br /&gt;Boots- No name brand, Goodwill in Los Feliz, $7.99&lt;br /&gt;Earrings- I think these were on clearance at Claire's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5657368353/" title="IMG_9174 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5181/5657368353_3985587b48_z.jpg" alt="IMG_9174" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been so busy that I haven't had the time I would like to meet up with friends. My friend Ali and I want to DIY feather extensions in our hair. It's in the cards, soon soon! For the moment I settled for a one color 20-minute drugstore dyejob while I was cutting paper on the floor. I used to think that when I started getting gray hair I would just let it grow out, but now that it's actually happening in large quantities, I'm not feeling it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5657949452/" title="IMG_9210 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5029/5657949452_a6bcdb5078_z.jpg" alt="IMG_9210" height="640" width="439" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outdoors is where it's at right now in Los Angeles. It's sunny and not too warm--we have been walking in the evening to run errands and it couldn't be lovelier. One of my goals this summer is to actually spend an afternoon at the beach. I still can't believe I haven't done that yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-4643316357827435672?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/4643316357827435672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=4643316357827435672&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/4643316357827435672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/4643316357827435672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-i-wore-42511.html' title='What I Wore 4.25.11'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5301/5657373715_517ece32bc_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-5669879028813453880</id><published>2011-04-24T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T19:12:29.051-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='show'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='los angeles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='long beach'/><title type='text'>"Ladyfingers" at Downtown Darling!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5652013984/" title="ladyfingers_revised by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5063/5652013984_bc9bf0203f_b.jpg" alt="ladyfingers_revised" height="792" width="612" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am more than a little excited about my new show at &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/downtown-darling-salon-boutique/199940833355847"&gt;Downtown Darling&lt;/a&gt;! The owner, Sandra, is kindly holding a blow-out for Second Saturday in May, which means Golden Afternoon (ukulele!) will be playing and there will be good vibes all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working on new watercolor and mixed media pieces for this show, and it's been a challenge. I feel like I'm definitely pushing myself into a more concise, focused direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are interested in seeing the work before the opening, viewings are available by appointment. Just shoot me over an email and we'll set it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, heads up! My friend, the luminous &lt;a href="http://www.unicornsforsocialism.com"&gt;Alexandra Franzen&lt;/a&gt;, put together a &lt;a href="http://www.vianza.com/blog.snapshot-aurora-armijo"&gt;sweet little interview&lt;/a&gt; with me on Vianza, a website for design creatives with a business bent. We talk about how I got started, people I've got my eye on, and staying positive. I am absolutely tickled with how it came out. Life is really beautiful right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-5669879028813453880?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/5669879028813453880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=5669879028813453880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/5669879028813453880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/5669879028813453880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/04/ladyfingers-at-downtown-darling.html' title='&quot;Ladyfingers&quot; at Downtown Darling!'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5063/5652013984_bc9bf0203f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-1790923448869653473</id><published>2011-04-18T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T21:29:59.046-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>Love Liza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sy-6godJWII/Ta0NmJ_fuxI/AAAAAAAABzc/fDTxZY-rc-g/s1600/LizaMinnelli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 383px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sy-6godJWII/Ta0NmJ_fuxI/AAAAAAAABzc/fDTxZY-rc-g/s400/LizaMinnelli.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597144861059824402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dvNgWsCqREw/Ta0Nl3_nIRI/AAAAAAAABzM/NMwzpys_tMA/s1600/LIZA%252BMINNELLI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dvNgWsCqREw/Ta0Nl3_nIRI/AAAAAAAABzM/NMwzpys_tMA/s400/LIZA%252BMINNELLI.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597144856228471058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rudf2x3dl1g/Ta0NlvlDhkI/AAAAAAAABzE/jHNxuuBNemo/s1600/liza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rudf2x3dl1g/Ta0NlvlDhkI/AAAAAAAABzE/jHNxuuBNemo/s400/liza.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597144853969602114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkWKnDVL1XA/Ta0NHuZOjWI/AAAAAAAABy8/Q1umbFetU0A/s1600/liza-minnelli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkWKnDVL1XA/Ta0NHuZOjWI/AAAAAAAABy8/Q1umbFetU0A/s400/liza-minnelli.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597144338255482210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wn3j_ZitrhI/Ta0NHc7HhtI/AAAAAAAABys/7_rTLZFBPVM/s1600/liza-minelli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wn3j_ZitrhI/Ta0NHc7HhtI/AAAAAAAABys/7_rTLZFBPVM/s400/liza-minelli.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597144333565789906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZZmxxgQLiQs/Ta0NHM8m3NI/AAAAAAAAByk/jO4CHSBGT2s/s1600/liza-minelli-signed-autographed-rp-photo-singer-b690e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZZmxxgQLiQs/Ta0NHM8m3NI/AAAAAAAAByk/jO4CHSBGT2s/s400/liza-minelli-signed-autographed-rp-photo-singer-b690e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597144329277070546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7LsNuou7ggQ/Ta0NmFAUmFI/AAAAAAAABzU/dcifUTwtaJ4/s1600/Liza%252BMinnelli%252B1968.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 361px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7LsNuou7ggQ/Ta0NmFAUmFI/AAAAAAAABzU/dcifUTwtaJ4/s400/Liza%252BMinnelli%252B1968.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597144859721111634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda weird to stumble upon a celebrity that reminds you of your mother. Or rather, what you think your mother might have been channeling when she was younger. Betting my mom was pretty hot stuff. I have to remember to ask my aunt if she and my mom ever had a "style idol" conversation. I wish I knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-1790923448869653473?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/1790923448869653473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=1790923448869653473&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/1790923448869653473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/1790923448869653473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/04/love-liza.html' title='Love Liza'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sy-6godJWII/Ta0NmJ_fuxI/AAAAAAAABzc/fDTxZY-rc-g/s72-c/LizaMinnelli.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-3118804166448233942</id><published>2011-04-18T13:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T15:07:44.616-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>Drew Confessions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday, Ben and I headed to Torrance to check out an antique store. When we got there, we toured the furniture, ooh-ing and ahh-ing, until I happened upon this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5632660010/" title="IMG_9026 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5064/5632660010_46ff3c5efe_z.jpg" alt="IMG_9026" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$5? I'd be a fool not to get it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, not only is this a teen magazine with a young Drew Barrymore on the cover, but it was the first &lt;a href="http://www.seventeenmag.com/"&gt;Seventeen&lt;/a&gt; magazine that I got when I was a mere 12 year old, in May 1993.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up until then, I'd been reading &lt;a href="http://www.fuckyeahsassymagazine.tumblr.com/"&gt;Sassy&lt;/a&gt;, which was funny and different but sometimes so over my head (although I can't deny that it provided the gateway to one of my first crushes, George Stephanopulos. Don't ask). Seventeen was less cool, but I got it. Like, all of it, so it was an easy, fun read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5632664832/" title="IMG_9028 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5303/5632664832_c2e4a60e19_z.jpg" alt="IMG_9028" height="440" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ad featuring Kelly from 90210! I didn't start watching 90210 til I was in college, and it was like my youth was being revealed to me backwards! Check out the wacky illustration to the left--how much fun is that? It kinda goes with the graphics used in the California Shine ad. The early '90's totally had a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5632083907/" title="IMG_9029 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5101/5632083907_ab2d27a7e1_z.jpg" alt="IMG_9029" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot about this article! It was one of the first that I read about Riot Grrrl. After this, I went on a &lt;a href="http://www.tiny.abstractdynamics.org/"&gt;Jessica Hopper&lt;/a&gt; research obsession, and still keep up with her to this day. Freaky? I say consistent. I lived in really small towns, and we were moving all the time. Things like this were my deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5632088357/" title="IMG_9030 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5264/5632088357_ebd705f580_z.jpg" alt="IMG_9030" height="461" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which can also be said for my obsession with Drew. I've talked about my Drew book before, but I'd be a big lame-o if I didn't mention it again (picture 15 years worth of clippings of Drew. Not for the faint of heart. Or those who think of themselves as America's Sweethearts). This Seventeen spread was def. in there! I know this picture doesn't do it justice, but Drew is just so adorbs in this interview. She's getting over her break up with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5fKCHWzWA1w"&gt;Jamie Walters&lt;/a&gt; (what happened to that guy? I guess I could ask that of all of the men she's been married/engaged to) and talks about reuniting with her creative side again. I DIE thinking about Drew making her own clothes and cooking! Is that not the coolest thing ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many memories wrapped up in this particular issue. I remember studying her thin, curved eyebrows and plucking mine the same way. Not cute! I remember attempting to bleach my hair blonde and cut it short! Hidsville!  I remember getting my first tube of burgundy lipstick. Totally still rocking that. I remember when I squinted, I thought my friend Crystal could pass for a Drew Barrymore look-alike. Lucky! She had the cute, cherubic face and light, wavy hair. Crystal is now drop-dead gorgeous in her own fantastic way, but when we were 12, all I could do was be envious of her Drew-ness. Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are teen mags still like this for girls, or has the internet taken over, for reals? I heard that Jane Pratt and Tavi Gevinson are working on a  &lt;a href="http://www.mediabistro.com/fishbowlny/jane-pratt-new-magazine_b30822"&gt;print project for teens&lt;/a&gt;, but haven't heard many details. No doubt that when it's released, I'll be checking that sucker out, but til then, what do teens look at, hide in their purses, or get their safe sex advice from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-3118804166448233942?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/3118804166448233942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=3118804166448233942&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/3118804166448233942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/3118804166448233942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/04/drew-confessions.html' title='Drew Confessions'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5064/5632660010_46ff3c5efe_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-738311323168339203</id><published>2011-04-12T17:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T17:46:23.720-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what I wore'/><title type='text'>What I Wore 4.12.2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is a quickie little post, but I wanted to make an effort to get back on track with Troismois. I feel like my eentsy little break is over, and I'm back in the saddle again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My outfit today was super simple. The weather is still perfect, but I'm predicting heat in the near future. I kinda can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5614960558/" title="_MG_8989 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5101/5614960558_a0cb1202a1_z.jpg" alt="_MG_8989" height="388" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tank top- Yard Sale across the street, $1&lt;br /&gt;Vest- Yard Sale, $1&lt;br /&gt;Necklace- handmade from a street vendor in Sacramento, years ago! I think it was about $10&lt;br /&gt;eaarings- the heart is from Forever 21, $4. The circles are from my mother.&lt;br /&gt;Skirt- Found at St. Vincent De Paul for $1. It had a long lining, but I cut that part of it out so it's mini, with a long lace overlay.&lt;br /&gt;Shoes- Payless, also years ago! I think maybe $9? I added the fringe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5614960572/" title="_MG_8994 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5142/5614960572_85de39e937_z.jpg" alt="_MG_8994" height="381" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5614960568/" title="_MG_8991 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5263/5614960568_c4e68bb68d_z.jpg" alt="_MG_8991" height="446" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still having a blast exploring this new neighborhood. It's totally different from the last place that we lived at. Today I walked to Robeks to get a smoothie, and that just about blasted my mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-738311323168339203?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/738311323168339203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=738311323168339203&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/738311323168339203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/738311323168339203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-i-wore-4122011.html' title='What I Wore 4.12.2011'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5101/5614960558_a0cb1202a1_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-6705276301762574173</id><published>2011-04-09T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T21:59:09.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends, With Horns.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5601978804/" title="_MG_8904 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5262/5601978804_07a64b5ce5_z.jpg" alt="_MG_8904" height="456" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a whirlwind of a week, and I'm playing catch up right now. Ben and I moved to the Mid-city area, had relatives over, and have been trying to unpack and build our new little home. I've been working on a few other things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Backgrounds for a documentary that is close to my heart. I'll update when the time is more appropriate, but this project has been taking up a lot of my brain space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I have an art show coming up in mid May! So, so excited. I'm showing in Long Beach, at a little place called "Downtown Darling". The space is female-owned and operated, and has a heavy duty eclectic vintage vibe. Needless to say, the the owner, Sandra, and I are now partners in crime. I've had to transition from moving mode back to work mode, and started with small portraits of friends. With horns. Because they take things head-on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I've been doing interviews with people I adore and respect! I'm so, so elated to see these come to fruition, and will def. be letting you know when they go live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I know a lot of this is "in the works" stuff, and I thank you for bearing with me. I'll be getting back to my regular schedule next week. I've missed it so!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*On Monday, I will be starting my 4-week Vegan Challenge. I wanted to wait til we were moved into the new place and I was in a less chaotic environment. Well, shiver me timbers, I feel good about this, especially with a vegan recipe and nutrition book at my side. Also, there is a Trader Joe's and a Whole Foods down the street from us. I feel confident and excited to start this new adventure! I really think being vegan is a fantastic way to make an impact on the environment and one's own health, and it doesn't seem as unrealistic as I once thought it to be, since I feel pretty informed. If you have any essential resources for me regarding becoming vegan, I'd love for you to share!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's been on your plate, darling? I want to know it all! xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-6705276301762574173?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/6705276301762574173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=6705276301762574173&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/6705276301762574173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/6705276301762574173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/04/friends-with-horns.html' title='Friends, With Horns.'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5262/5601978804_07a64b5ce5_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-9147863744128121993</id><published>2011-03-29T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T06:47:42.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's In My Bag</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Y8bhC4SVTc/TXrB7-gWx9I/AAAAAAAABvc/DlMxgwG3b68/s1600/IMG_9818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Y8bhC4SVTc/TXrB7-gWx9I/AAAAAAAABvc/DlMxgwG3b68/s400/IMG_9818.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582987924214302674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love it when other people do these posts--it really feeds into my nosiness. This is the laziest way to be nosy. I'm totally into that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bag has suffered a recent cleanse after being in Fresno. Here's what's left:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paperchase bag: This is from my favorite stationary store in Glendale. They actually closed last Friday, which is too bad because they were Cute Stuff Central.I keep the Flip and my camera in this bag. It's made of oilcloth so I trust it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tic-Tacs: When I was doing Weight Watchers, I switched from any ol' mint to Tic Tacs because they were super low calorie. It stuck. Usually I like the tropical fruit flavor but was in a halitosis pickle at Rite Aid and went with what they had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disney Princess hairbrush- This was in my stocking from Christmas, and I didn't know how valuable it would end up being! I use this sucker all the time because it folds out into a mirror. Plus, it's pink. Obviously, I like pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LeSportSac- I wish that I had found this at a thrift store, but I didn't. I had been lusting over the Fafi bags for awhile and ended up with gift certificates. It's nice and big, and came with a little cosmetic bag. It's probably the only white bag I'll ever own because it takes effort to keep it looking pristine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filofax- This was at the Paperchase store as well. I upgraded to the pink leather version when they had a huge sale on them. Now, if you go over there, they are even cheaper. Since these usually run about $80, it's a good time to get one and save. You really won't find a better value for your organizational dollar. This thing saves my butt on a daily basis. I really should write a whole post on my Filofax. I'll put that on the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunglasses- They are a no name brand from the 99 Cent store. They are huge, and I love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Business cards- both mine and my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lip junk- Gloss and lipsticks. I'm really into orange lips, so I take Lime Crime's "My Beautiful Rocket" and Sephora's "It Girl" with my everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby pins- You don't know you'll need them til you actually need them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ink pens- one very old Hello Kitty pen, and a "Princess Aurora" pen a friend found for me at Disneyland. She actually found something with my name on it! Courtney, I still praise you for this find! Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wallet- It's a subdued Hello Kitty pattern. I like keeping it cute, even when it's businesstime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-9147863744128121993?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/9147863744128121993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=9147863744128121993&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/9147863744128121993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/9147863744128121993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/03/whats-in-my-bag.html' title='What&apos;s In My Bag'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Y8bhC4SVTc/TXrB7-gWx9I/AAAAAAAABvc/DlMxgwG3b68/s72-c/IMG_9818.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-6442392984178113069</id><published>2011-03-22T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T23:28:10.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cargo Eyeshadow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-368YAPUNa7Y/TYmH-6GGlbI/AAAAAAAABxc/5enHfzceagE/s1600/cargo%252Bpro%252Bpick%252Blos%252Bangeles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-368YAPUNa7Y/TYmH-6GGlbI/AAAAAAAABxc/5enHfzceagE/s400/cargo%252Bpro%252Bpick%252Blos%252Bangeles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587146327546303922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm really into this Cargo eyeshadow that my friend Kim recommended. I found this kit on sale at Urban Outfitters about a month ago, but only just started playing with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5523600813/" title="IMG_9867 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5055/5523600813_5ddaa18cc6_z.jpg" alt="IMG_9867" height="452" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cargocosmetics.com/products/eyes/color-palette"&gt;Cargo copy on their website&lt;/a&gt; says: "use your Color Palette to bring gorgeous, blendable color to your lids or as an eye liner".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, I stick to loose powders (I feel more in control with them), but I'm enjoying this palette called "Los Angeles". Yeah, I love the name! Perfect. The colors are sheer but do allow for slight build up, very much like a watercolor. I felt like the picture above was as bright as it would get. This is not a complaint, just something I will keep in mind if I ever through on a pair of jeans, which is about five days a year. Look, I'm just saying that I would consider this a "casual" option! Next time I'll try using it as an eyeliner, and maybe that will get my gnarly color freak on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-6442392984178113069?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/6442392984178113069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=6442392984178113069&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/6442392984178113069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/6442392984178113069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/03/cargo-eyeshadow.html' title='Cargo Eyeshadow'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-368YAPUNa7Y/TYmH-6GGlbI/AAAAAAAABxc/5enHfzceagE/s72-c/cargo%252Bpro%252Bpick%252Blos%252Bangeles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-3986744489607868007</id><published>2011-03-17T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T22:18:05.222-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>I Left my heart at Vroman's.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, so this was a case of nerdity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received an email from my local bookstore (&lt;a href="http://www.vromansbookstore.com/"&gt;Vroman's&lt;/a&gt; in Pasadena, if you wanna know) about two weeks ago. They send these out monthly, and they are filled with scheduled book signings and readings. I do consider myself a reader, but I don't really go out to see authors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is, until the email said that Alicia Silverstone would be making an appearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VSrfqfpKQiE/TYgQBTYuhqI/AAAAAAAABxU/iceNjghpiYY/s1600/the-kind-diet-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VSrfqfpKQiE/TYgQBTYuhqI/AAAAAAAABxU/iceNjghpiYY/s400/the-kind-diet-large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586732952322999970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You have to understand my connection with Alicia--or really, my connection with her starring role in my favorite movie ever: "&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0112697/"&gt;Clueless&lt;/a&gt;". Yeah, I said ever. It's pretty perfect, except it was missing a Steve Martin cameo. But I can't nitpick too much. There's so much good stuff in that movie and I will forever use it as my David Lynch chaser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends Ananda and Rita joined me and my vhs copy of the movie. I had a dream. I was going to ask Alicia to sign my copy of Clueless, and also I was going to make her my friend because I really, REALLY need to know what making out with Paul Rudd (in his prime) was like. Was he sloppy? Did he taste like Kool-Aid? I must know. 14 years is too long to not have that question answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This appearance was actually for Alicia's vegan/ semi-macrobiotic cookbook, "The Kind Diet". I had glanced over the website and thought it was rad that she was working on something so well-intentioned but didn't get the full gist of it til she started talking at the signing. By the time my friends and I made it through the line, I couldn't ask about Paul's smoochy lips. Too trite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5548519347/" title="-1 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5145/5548519347_cd5294a377_z.jpg" alt="-1" height="496" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obvs, Alicia is as cute as she was at 18, with great skin. I could not believe that we were looking into each other's eyes for like 1.5 minutes, talking about flirting and food! It's been almost a week and I'm still over the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up buying a softcover version of "The Kind Diet", and reading through it in a day. I didn't expect myself to get so...involved right away. I've had plenty of vegan friends, but they are all very respectful and only really have talked about it when I've asked questions. This book is conversational and logical and it made me think about the easy decisions I make for myself regularly. I consider Ben and myself to be pretty conscious folks, but can't we do more, especially living in a city with so many options?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first few days after reading the book, I was obsessing over the information. I have no reason not to try this--it's good for me and good for the planet. Had I actively perpetuated my own allergies and illnesses? Why am I so attracted to donuts? Specifically, apple fritters? Is there a way to just eat an apple and smother it in something and get the same delicious feeling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying some recipes from the book out gradually. I'm not ready to roll out a vegan diet (or even a limited vegan trial run) til after we move in two weeks, because I know it's gonna be a challenge. So for now, I'm to do my best to think about what I'm purchasing and consuming. I'll be planning out my four week vegan challenge and blogging about it when it takes place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you vegan? What advice do you have for someone dipping their toes into it slowly but surely?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-3986744489607868007?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/3986744489607868007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=3986744489607868007&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/3986744489607868007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/3986744489607868007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-left-my-heart-at-vromans.html' title='I Left my heart at Vroman&apos;s.'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VSrfqfpKQiE/TYgQBTYuhqI/AAAAAAAABxU/iceNjghpiYY/s72-c/the-kind-diet-large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-6628652995034267392</id><published>2011-03-16T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T06:30:01.119-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='los angeles'/><title type='text'>Burlesque Lessons with Hell's Belle's!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was excited when &lt;a href="http://www.themichellebonfilsshow.com"&gt;Michelle&lt;/a&gt; asked me to take a burlesque class with her. I'd never taken one before, and had only seen a few shows live. Nonetheless, I was confident that I could handle it. After all, dance just takes it's roots in ballet, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. &lt;a href="http://www.hellsbellesburlesque.com/"&gt;Hell's Belles&lt;/a&gt; is a burlesque group from Hollywood with a pedigree- they've appeared on national t.v. shows, have regular club appearances, and teach lessons on the regular. These ladies have made burlesque dancing their careers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uuYpQpxgnB8/TXlE6aOZtuI/AAAAAAAABuk/Dvj1Ez5eQBY/s1600/BellesDirty.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 222px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uuYpQpxgnB8/TXlE6aOZtuI/AAAAAAAABuk/Dvj1Ez5eQBY/s400/BellesDirty.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582568983365269218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle and I entered a large suite on the second floor of a building on Hollywood Boulevard for our first class. We had signed up for a Living Social deal: two beginning burlesque classes for one discounted $3o flat fee (you can add the Belles on &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/bellesburlesque"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt; to get updates on these deals).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we introduced ourselves, it was made apparent that a lot of our classmates had previous dancing experience.  Most of them were also tiny and lithe. Normally, I'm okay with my curvy, tall body. The mirror made me feel like I had only work to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the classes are taught for members of the troupe. They are fast paced; a forty minute warm up and a forty minute routine. The class broke for a few minutes between for water, and my legs were already feeling the burn. Yeah, I guess I do have work to do. Can't I be a Potsticker Burlesque dancer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We learned how to do a come hither glare while we sashayed across the room. We learned how to get down on the ground and get up off it without being any less ladylike. Most of all, we learned how to dance with a chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, the routine in class number one was built around the chair. And thank God, because by that time I was so tired I felt like I needed to sit down. I think the counting in ballet has coddled me, because this went so quick I could hardly keep up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few notes if you decide to take the classes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*This is not traditional burlesque. This is dance based, pop infused burlesque. I felt like a Rock Of Love girlfriend, with less hair extensions. That's not a bad thing, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Make sure when you sign up that you are placed in two classes that are different (A and B). You'll learn different routines in each class. Michelle and I experienced a scheduling snafu because we didn't know to check on this--luckily Hell's Belles were rad enough to comp us the extra class we needed. Lesson learned. Make sure you check!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I wasn't kidding when I said the routine was quick. I'm really interested in technique, so going a little slower would have served me better. It seemed like most of the students kept up. I just don't know if any of us really retained it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved taking this class with a lady friend! It was such a good experience that I bought the same package for another lady as a birthday gift. I can totally see groups of girlfriends doing this for a fun afternoon activity. Totally cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-6628652995034267392?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/6628652995034267392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=6628652995034267392&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/6628652995034267392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/6628652995034267392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/03/burlesque-lessons-with-hells-belles.html' title='Burlesque Lessons with Hell&apos;s Belle&apos;s!'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uuYpQpxgnB8/TXlE6aOZtuI/AAAAAAAABuk/Dvj1Ez5eQBY/s72-c/BellesDirty.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-8666922479169365174</id><published>2011-03-15T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T21:19:09.527-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>Camille Rose Garcia at Michael Kohn Gallery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5524191252/" title="IMG_9912 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5054/5524191252_7e62a654e7_z.jpg" alt="IMG_9912" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday night, we went to the &lt;a href="http://www.kohngallery.com/"&gt;Michael Kohn Gallery&lt;/a&gt; to see &lt;a href="http://www.camillerosegarcia.com/"&gt;Camille Rose Garcia&lt;/a&gt;'s new show, "Snow White and the Black Lagoon". After meeting our friend Wade there (all the way from Fresno!), it was a treat to do a tour around the gallery and really check out the artwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5524190274/" title="IMG_9907 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5214/5524190274_e7836e5243_z.jpg" alt="IMG_9907" height="640" width="459" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the first time I had ever seen Camille's large scale work in person. She had a mix of full scale paintings and smaller mixed media work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5524189812/" title="IMG_9906 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5295/5524189812_7b6583bbe2_z.jpg" alt="IMG_9906" height="479" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5523596675/" title="IMG_9900 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5257/5523596675_e6d5e109f6_z.jpg" alt="IMG_9900" height="605" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camille's paintings are stunning. Her colors always look strong and translucent at the same time. I love that she doesn't use black outlines to case a figure when paint is involved. Camille's smaller mixed media pieces do utilize a black outline, giving them a more illustrative feel. What a smarty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5523595875/" title="IMG_9898 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5177/5523595875_f807496873_z.jpg" alt="IMG_9898" height="512" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After admiring Camille's purple wedge platforms (I could see these on Ziggy Stardust...or, you know, ME), we left the space. The Michael Kohn Gallery is in the area we are moving to, so I'm excited to see more work there. Access to these sorts of things are definitely a perk of living in L.A. There's a huge difference between seeing this stuff on a computer or in a magazine, compared to in person. I'm so glad I moved here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-8666922479169365174?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/8666922479169365174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=8666922479169365174&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/8666922479169365174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/8666922479169365174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/03/camille-rose-garcia-at-michael-kohn.html' title='Camille Rose Garcia at Michael Kohn Gallery'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5054/5524191252_7e62a654e7_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-3004352239592390947</id><published>2011-03-14T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T06:30:02.601-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what I wore'/><title type='text'>What I Wore 3.12.2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is what I wore to my group show at &lt;a href="http://www.phoneboothgallery.com/"&gt;Phone Booth Gallery&lt;/a&gt; in Long Beach on Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5524154080/" title="IMG_9892 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5017/5524154080_f35ac0fa97_z.jpg" alt="IMG_9892" height="640" width="373" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben and I stopped by the thrift store earlier that day, where I found this &lt;a href="http://www.laundrybysellisegal.com/"&gt;Shelli Segal&lt;/a&gt; dress. It's not a style I typically gravitate towards, but the weaving on the bust was irresistible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5523561459/" title="IMG_9890 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5212/5523561459_955cff8786_z.jpg" alt="IMG_9890" height="421" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  needed all the confidence I could get for the evening, so I went for my  star headband. I love this thing and I'm so glad I made it! I'll try to  put together a tutorial sometime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5523560757/" title="IMG_9889 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5177/5523560757_a54766785e_z.jpg" alt="IMG_9889" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I paired it with my jean jacket. So predictable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5523559861/" title="IMG_9883 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5295/5523559861_10f87965f8_z.jpg" alt="IMG_9883" height="492" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I added some extensions and got curly. The black pin is from &lt;a href="http://www.phoneboothgallery.com/"&gt;Phone Booth Gallery&lt;/a&gt;, and the &lt;a href="http://www.takashimurakami.com/"&gt;Murakami &lt;/a&gt;button was a gift from Ben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5524151610/" title="IMG_9878 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5055/5524151610_6c72dcb67b.jpg" alt="IMG_9878" height="320" width="462" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dress: Laundry by Shelli Segal, found at St. Vincent's Thrift for $6.99&lt;br /&gt;Fishnets: these were at Iguana on Hollywood Blvd. I think they were about $4&lt;br /&gt;Boots: From Forever 21, they were a gift&lt;br /&gt;Headband: handmade&lt;br /&gt;Jean Jacket: The same ol' thing by the Gap, found at Goodwill in Visalia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  felt just dressy enough. Normally I'd opt for black, but Los Angeles is  so perfect right now! I want to be just as sunny as the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-3004352239592390947?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/3004352239592390947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=3004352239592390947&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/3004352239592390947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/3004352239592390947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-i-wore-3122011.html' title='What I Wore 3.12.2011'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5017/5524154080_f35ac0fa97_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-8219449696465294269</id><published>2011-03-11T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T15:19:37.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Space Tour!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I work out of my home, like many freelancers, so I took some attention and time in putting together my work area. It's so strange because after we graduated, in 2004, I had a proper studio with Laura, and I just didn't know what to do with it. Now, I know to build up, especially in a small space. Here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5524279548/" title="IMG_9812 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5135/5524279548_46979d9eed_z.jpg" alt="IMG_9812" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I typically work at the table. It was gifted to us during the wedding last year, and has been amazing. I like to keep the space pretty organized and sacred (meaning, nothing goes on here except art stuff). 98 percent of the time it works. The other two percent is the result of me getting really crazy with paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5523686931/" title="IMG_9796 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5295/5523686931_63a2c00545_z.jpg" alt="IMG_9796" height="561" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this white board at the Goodwill in Los Feliz for a couple of bucks. It's really big and magnetic, so I constantly have things going on and off it. I do keep my goals up there for the year, so I always have them in eye's view. Sometimes I get distracted, so I take precautions to keep me on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5523686259/" title="IMG_9795 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5292/5523686259_2191e85296_z.jpg" alt="IMG_9795" height="640" width="429" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got these cork boards in the $2 section at Target at the beginning of the year. In January they have the best organizing/stationary items for a song! I stocked up on heart shaped glitter baskets, magazine storage, and pencils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually hang photos that I use for sketching, just to get me warmed up. When I'm feeling lazy I hang necklaces and my earrings on them as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5524277562/" title="IMG_9793 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5018/5524277562_a221c0830d_z.jpg" alt="IMG_9793" height="640" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspiration/reference items: I'm a Lula nerd, but I also like old issues of Missbehave and W. Also, I like saving receipts. That's what the pink binder is for. Fun! The taxperson is gonna love me next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5523684865/" title="IMG_9792 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5253/5523684865_ca1404e47c_z.jpg" alt="IMG_9792" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like my supplies cute, and that's easy to do since I like to thrift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5524275130/" title="IMG_9791 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5093/5524275130_f122185b86_z.jpg" alt="IMG_9791" height="506" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brush collection keeps getting larger and larger, but I swear, the best thing I ever did was get that roll-up storage. It keeps the brushes together and it's so easy to transport those suckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does your work area look like? Do you have any tricks to keep things tidy, or make things more convenient?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-8219449696465294269?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/8219449696465294269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=8219449696465294269&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/8219449696465294269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/8219449696465294269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/03/work-space-tour.html' title='Work Space Tour!'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5135/5524279548_46979d9eed_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-1427272641351773924</id><published>2011-03-09T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T10:03:19.501-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lady party'/><title type='text'>Lady Party with Stephanie Bell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jWgBkgyGgwg/TXe9kOzrWMI/AAAAAAAABuc/8ccZeKigwgE/s1600/IMG_NEW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jWgBkgyGgwg/TXe9kOzrWMI/AAAAAAAABuc/8ccZeKigwgE/s400/IMG_NEW.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582138693296806082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stephanie Bell has become a fixture in my life.  She started out as a friend of a friend that I was determined to really get to know because of her history--she was a rock'n'roll girl who did zines in high school, and was mouthy, smart and articulate. Stephanie also has a career--I've watched her be totally in love and dedicated to radio, moving from one city to another, following where ever her dream takes her. Stephanie is currently a station manager in Chico, where she keeps everything on track. Stephanie, like so many of us former zine makers, keeps &lt;a href="http://www.djstephaniebell.com"&gt;a blog&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/djstephaniebell"&gt;a Twitter&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="im"&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What is the name of your lady?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At that time I knew her as Ms. Augustine, but later Marie Clark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="im"&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How did she come into your life? At what age? What was the situation? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ms.  Augustine was my 7th grade drama teacher and then my 8th grade  English/Creative Writing teacher. I remember walking into her class in  7th grade thinking she was prettier than any of the teachers at the  school and really wanting to make her laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="im"&gt;    &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Were there challenging events in your life that you were struggling with, that she helped you to understand or clarified for you? How did she do this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just  normal adolescent stuff, really. I was starting to like boys and doing  the whole puberty thing and at that time I wasn't super comfortable  talking to my mom about boys or anything. Or how I felt about issues or  the way I was treated by other kids at school. I felt like the only  reasons I was uncomfortable in my skin and feeling so down all the time,  were obviously being brought on by myself.  Like if I could just learn  to be like the other kids or if I were smarter, I'd be happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By  the 8th grade, Ms. Augustine was my English teacher and I think she was  the first to realize that my writing had any kind of merit. I wouldn't  have pursued it at all, even as a hobby if it wasn't for her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I had been really unhappy with school during the last  part of elementary school because I had tested for G.A.T.E (gifted and  talented education) for junior high and didn't make it in, due to my  math scores.  Ms. Augustine pushed me to test for G.A.T.E for high  school and with a little support from her, I got in. I probably wouldn't  have pushed the issue otherwise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="im"&gt;    &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Did you know right away that she would have an impact?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not  immediately, but I did realize that she was no b.s. and talked to all  of us like little adults instead of just assuming we were too young to  "get it." I was so grateful since I really felt talked down to most of  the time in junior high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="im"&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What was the characteristic that drew you to her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Awww man, Ms. Augustine was stylin'! She drove this cool  little red convertable and had all these rad dresses and suits. And  great great hair. But best of all she was funny, sarcastic, and didn't  take any crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="im"&gt;    &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Did you two become friends or was distance imperative to her influence on you? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well,  she was my teacher but I did go back to visit her a few times when my  sister was going to school there. Also we're Facebook friends now,  Thanks, Lady Party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="im"&gt;    &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How did your relationship evolve?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Unfortunately it took me this long to get back in touch  with Ms A., but I was glad to know she remembered me and was still  interested in what I was doing. I credit her with so much, school-wise,  and I don't think I'd be where I am professionally without her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="im"&gt;    &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Where is she now? What is she doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She's still teaching school in Kern County, at a different junior high school. Lucky kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="im"&gt;    &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In what ways, specifically, did she influence or guide you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ms. A. used to have us do an activity in English where she  gave us a sentence like "The room was cold," and we were to expand on  it and build a paragraph out of it, "showing" not "telling." This was a  HUGE help in my writing, even in journalism. It taught me a lot about  action words, descriptive words and above all thinking about what I  wanted my reader to "see" in their head. This has also carried over into  my radio  work because I need to be able to convey my thoughts in a  very short amount of time but to give my listeners a clear idea of what  I'm saying and the feeling I want them to feel when I am telling a story  on the air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="im"&gt;    &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How did you actively try to be like her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wanted to have the sassy confidence that Ms A. had. It  seemed like it was completely effortless for her to say what she meant  and I wanted to be like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="im"&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Is she still in your life, and in what capacity?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks to Lady Party, we're now Facebook friends. I'm happy to report that Ms. A is as cool and pretty as ever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-1427272641351773924?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/1427272641351773924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=1427272641351773924&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/1427272641351773924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/1427272641351773924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/03/lady-party-with-stephanie-bell.html' title='Lady Party with Stephanie Bell'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jWgBkgyGgwg/TXe9kOzrWMI/AAAAAAAABuc/8ccZeKigwgE/s72-c/IMG_NEW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-4159532640844212816</id><published>2011-03-08T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T10:08:23.145-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what I wore'/><title type='text'>What I Wore 3.8.2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dVSKkjWpEEg/TXZpFS0hM7I/AAAAAAAABuU/npXKpZXxRi4/s1600/Photo%2B40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dVSKkjWpEEg/TXZpFS0hM7I/AAAAAAAABuU/npXKpZXxRi4/s400/Photo%2B40.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581764327844688818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Spring! It seems like the weather is finally catching up with my mood, and I'm so glad! I love waking up and the sun is out. I feel very appropriate putting on some &lt;a href="http://www.limecrimemakeup.com/"&gt;orange lipstick from Lime Crime&lt;/a&gt; (I can't tell you how many times this stuff has made me feel like I'm pulled together!), eyeliner, and just walking out the door!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're working on a few different things, all good. This weekend Ben and I combed through the city, looking for our perfect new home. We think we found it, and we find out today if we got it. Mid-Wilshire, let's be friends. Good vibes, everyone! I absolutely fell in love with the neighborhood because everything is walkable. After a year of motoring, it's time to use my peds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jr3lGnZ8TgU/TXZotz_dv4I/AAAAAAAABtk/3VX2rOsQgdA/s1600/Photo%2B8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jr3lGnZ8TgU/TXZotz_dv4I/AAAAAAAABtk/3VX2rOsQgdA/s400/Photo%2B8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581763924432109442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what I'm wearing right this second! It's lightweight, breezy and cheerful. I am welcoming this '90's revival with open arms. More little dresses and socks, please! All you ladies look so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning on making more of these flower garland headpieces. They are so simple and festive! I need a maypole, stat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwLkfD1LkeY/TXZou96uwqI/AAAAAAAABt0/XkhbLlCiAPw/s1600/Photo%2B16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwLkfD1LkeY/TXZou96uwqI/AAAAAAAABt0/XkhbLlCiAPw/s400/Photo%2B16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581763944276476578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dress: Kimchi Blue at St. Vincent's Thrift, $6.99 (an expensive  purchase for me, but the upper detailing and delicate print was irresistible. Also, Urban  Outfitters brands seem to get chucked to the second hand so quickly  here. What's the deal with that?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M0zByj14J6c/TXZouXrrzJI/AAAAAAAABts/nVNApeIVuR8/s1600/Photo%2B15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M0zByj14J6c/TXZouXrrzJI/AAAAAAAABts/nVNApeIVuR8/s400/Photo%2B15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581763934012820626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm wearing my mother's silver Indian jewelry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C76VCVa1QS0/TXZovrPyoJI/AAAAAAAABuE/j2feEuMnqJc/s1600/Photo%2B24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C76VCVa1QS0/TXZovrPyoJI/AAAAAAAABuE/j2feEuMnqJc/s400/Photo%2B24.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581763956444405906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean Jacket: Will I ever take this thing off? When I bought it,  I had no idea or intention of the mileage I would get out of it. Thank you, jean jacket inventor! You make life easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQhmnWnTYog/TXZovQ5ypzI/AAAAAAAABt8/bGMBCWG1KQo/s1600/Photo%2B22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQhmnWnTYog/TXZovQ5ypzI/AAAAAAAABt8/bGMBCWG1KQo/s400/Photo%2B22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581763949372811058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the diamonds on these socks, which I found at Claire's at the mall in Visalia for a dollar (shocker--socker?--but that's why I scour all clearance racks when I'm in the area). They remind me of art deco styling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hv0-eaTsPoc/TXZpE9bLDAI/AAAAAAAABuM/ekMtj_qZdn8/s1600/Photo%2B25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hv0-eaTsPoc/TXZpE9bLDAI/AAAAAAAABuM/ekMtj_qZdn8/s400/Photo%2B25.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581764322101234690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my little witch boots! Little heels on boots are such a godsend. They make you taller and don't exhaust you too quickly. These little angels were half price at Goodwill in Los Feliz. I don't remember the exact price right now, but I do remember that they were a deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all is well with you right now. What are you looking forward to and embracing for Spring? I want to know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-4159532640844212816?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/4159532640844212816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=4159532640844212816&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/4159532640844212816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/4159532640844212816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-i-wore-382011.html' title='What I Wore 3.8.2011'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dVSKkjWpEEg/TXZpFS0hM7I/AAAAAAAABuU/npXKpZXxRi4/s72-c/Photo%2B40.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-7610246373009694572</id><published>2011-03-03T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T20:59:07.536-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intersecting LA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jamie Coakley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lady party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>Lady Party: Jamie Coakley</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jamie Coakley is a multi-threat: she's a visual artist, writer, and musician. And we won't even get into how amazing her bread making skills are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting Jamie has been an act of grace for me--it can get intimidating to find other women with projects on deck in a city so vast, and have them actually become a friend. Jamie is currently working on a huge project called "Intersecting L.A.", which she says is "my latest inspiration, born out of a love for Los  Angeles, and the wonder for how, a big city is a million different  cities depending on which intersection you happen to find yourself at." Jamie's blog chronicling the project is &lt;a href="http://intersectingla.tumblr.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie brought so much of herself into this interview. You can listen to her read it &lt;a href="http://www.auroraarmijo.com/mp3/ladyparty_jamie.mp3"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; (recommended!), or read through it below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ayhRjZPslWE/TXBufKPJ3wI/AAAAAAAABtc/a41RthwSBTw/s1600/jamie%2Blady%2Bparty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ayhRjZPslWE/TXBufKPJ3wI/AAAAAAAABtc/a41RthwSBTw/s400/jamie%2Blady%2Bparty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580081419914960642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;"I went to 13 different schools by 7th grade. Itʼs really hard to make friends when you&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;move every six months and after a while, you kind of give up even trying, learning that&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;sometimes, the pain of loneliness is somewhat less then the pain of endless goodbyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div id=":vx" class="ii gt"&gt;&lt;div id=":v9"&gt;                &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt; Lake Highlands Junior High School in Dallas, Texas was the end of the road for me and switching schools. I had grown enough into a woman to make the demand that I not be asked to change schools again, until I graduated from high school, and my mother took pity on me and agreed. We could move all around within the district, which, in fact we did, but I would not have to change schools again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;It was a bit weird. The idea of &lt;i&gt;staying &lt;/i&gt;someplace. The first six months I kept to myself as I usually did, and then, slowly the understanding that I was, indeed, going to be here for awhile started to set in and I began to feel the weight of being alone in a sea of people, and the wonder of the possibilities of making friends, of making friends that I wouldnʼt have to immediately say goodbye to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;Her name was Jenni Boedeker. A pretty, popular girl endowed lovingly and generously by her creator at an early age in such a way to make EVERY boy in school misstep and tongue tie in her presence. She was a cheerleader, and I still felt hopelessly like the skinny, awkward, perpetual new kid and yet fate had us in mind; our friendship, our love affair was inevitable and written in the stars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;Women are a tricky thing. For me, as I am, I have always steered clear of too many women in one room or too many woman around me in general. To be honest, a lot of us of the female persuasion spend far too much time rehearsing the trivial and wasting our lives with how pretty we are on the outside, without spending near enough time making ourselves beautiful on the inside. I have never managed to find a lot of tolerance for this aspect of womanhood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt; Consequently, I have had only and handful of true lady friends in my life, and Jenni has been the closest to me, consistently, for the longest time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;To me, it is A LOT like true love. There were big fights, there was time apart. There were moments I felt abandoned and betrayed, but always we found our way back to each other. Ultimately, we always ended up running to each other in times of need, in times of triumph. The love ran deep and genuine, like family. She is, was and always will be a sister to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt; We all have our crosses to bear in this life, some more than others, some more glaring than others. For Jenni, at least from the outside looking in, at least much more than I have had to experience, she has had to deal with death. Starting early, and occurring regularly throughout her life, she has faced the loss of loved ones. From boyfriends, to unborn babies, to her beloved father, she has endured and triumphed over the loss of love in ways most of us donʼt have to face until we have the wisdom of 60 years under our belts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt; Her courage and resilience, despite the true injustice of her experience, are inspiring to me. But beyond inspiration, I feel something more, something almost untouchable. The light in her eyes, the exultation of her laugh, the fire in her body language that quickly says, “you donʼt want to fuck with me”, and her grace and love and acceptance of others, along with their failings, all come together to make the perfect woman for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt; The perfect woman is not without cracks, or scars, or failings. She is not 36, 26, 36. She is not 24. She is not necessarily rich wealthy, but always depth wealthy. She has a well full of compassion and energy for others. She is weak, and strong. She is everything it means to be human and then dares to transcend this form and shine that light that grows hope and serenity within everything it touches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt; Jenni and I grew up together. Made mistakes together. Made mistakes apart. We took chances. Fell down. Got knocked down. Knocked ourselves down, and then picked ourselves back up. We took turns brushing each other off and came out the other side of young womanhood, each of us, so much more then we would have been without the love and strength of the other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt; True love is always there, it never dies. Distance cannot contain it, nothing can extinguish it, and in your darkest hour it does not condemn, but rather, it puts a loving arm around you and offers to help you find a way out of the darkness."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-7610246373009694572?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/7610246373009694572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=7610246373009694572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/7610246373009694572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/7610246373009694572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/03/lady-party-jamie-coakley.html' title='Lady Party: Jamie Coakley'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ayhRjZPslWE/TXBufKPJ3wI/AAAAAAAABtc/a41RthwSBTw/s72-c/jamie%2Blady%2Bparty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-3496406133894269199</id><published>2011-03-02T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T16:34:43.092-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teenage shero'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>New Print: Rayanne Graff, The Best Girlfriend You Ever Had, and I'm Sure She Broke Your Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5493151610/" title="PICT0278 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5211/5493151610_e2f02550bf.jpg" alt="PICT0278" height="500" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5493150906/" title="PICT0282 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5020/5493150906_aa9357a9cb.jpg" alt="PICT0282" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5493150286/" title="PICT0001 by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5091/5493150286_259400cca8.jpg" alt="PICT0001" height="374" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pencil drawing on watercolor paper, with watercolor accents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been drawn to strong teenage females. They are who I actively sought out when I was a teen, be it in a classroom, a book, movie or t.v. show. I'm working on a portrait series of these women-in-transition. I wanted to focus on their strength, thoughtfulness, and sense of defined, inspired character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rayanne Graff was a serious case of never enough. She always wanted more, and she found a way to always be the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;most&lt;/span&gt;. We were left at the end of the first and only season of My So-Called Life feeling the same way.  Why wasn't there a Rayanne spin-off? Fast forward four years to her being the diamond in a pool of people with big eyes focused on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can find the original &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/69220470/rayanne-gradd-girlfriend-of-the-year"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/69219759/rayanne-graff-girlfriend-of-the-year"&gt;Here's the print&lt;/a&gt;, as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have suggestions for the series, please let me know. I'd love to know who inspired you as a teen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-3496406133894269199?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/3496406133894269199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=3496406133894269199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/3496406133894269199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/3496406133894269199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/03/new-print-rayanne-graff-best-girlfriend.html' title='New Print: Rayanne Graff, The Best Girlfriend You Ever Had, and I&apos;m Sure She Broke Your Heart'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5211/5493151610_e2f02550bf_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-1424544748967036660</id><published>2011-03-01T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T15:28:12.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Serger Class at Common Thread Studio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was taught to sew when I was about ten, by my mother. I ended up sewing most of my clothes in high school and college. When she passed away, I stopped, despite the fact that I managed to get her next-to-new Viking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T1y0QMNoCcY/TW12ID1q8MI/AAAAAAAABs8/IIMqQzb4u0M/s1600/Photo%2B83.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T1y0QMNoCcY/TW12ID1q8MI/AAAAAAAABs8/IIMqQzb4u0M/s400/Photo%2B83.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579245394223362242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd never sewn on anything so grand. It's a serger, huge and computerized and totally intimidating. The idea of four threads at once totally put the fear into me. The Viking sat in our living room, where I would shoot longing glances at it while pulling fabric through my tiny Shark Euro-Pro. It was too big and too crazy for little ol' me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Christmas, Ben surprised me with a serger lesson from the local sewing studio, Common Thread, in South Pasadena. I was finally ready. I registered and hauled my machine in last Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-64X-AQUhuy8/TW1qhHXEyTI/AAAAAAAABss/xicoJaZ3r-4/s1600/header2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 97px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-64X-AQUhuy8/TW1qhHXEyTI/AAAAAAAABss/xicoJaZ3r-4/s400/header2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579232630525970738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a serger novice, my trepidation was with the threading. I was relieved that most of our time would be focused on this. Our instructor, Rebecca, patiently took us through a tour of each of our machines, so that we could see what path each thread takes. That thing is a beast. I was completely fascinated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I expected Rebecca to tell me that I'd need to get the machine serviced--after all, it had been three big years of not being used at all and battling through move after move. After some threading education, the thing worked like a charm. I was overjoyed! Visions of yellow dresses and matching bags danced in my head, coupled by the idea that I could make this pairing in an afternoon. Time saving and good looking! There might not be a better combination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind was blown when I learned about using my differential feed. I never knew this option existed in the first place! A differential feed gathers or loosens the fabric as it is fed through the machine. Another huge time saver! I've spent so much time manually gathering fabric, pinning it in place, and then sewing it up. I'm going to plan patterns around this little dial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was such a thoughtful, sweet gift, and I know that the things I picked up in the two and a half hour class will be used over and over again. I'm so grateful that my mother taught me how to sew initially, and now I can go next levs with it. I actually exclaimed during the lesson, "I'm going to make so many things!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hSFg1I2efKg/TW1qg_um4uI/AAAAAAAABsk/RUx_BSrgisE/s1600/bottom.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-1424544748967036660?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/1424544748967036660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=1424544748967036660&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/1424544748967036660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/1424544748967036660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/03/serger-class-at-common-thread-studio.html' title='Serger Class at Common Thread Studio'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T1y0QMNoCcY/TW12ID1q8MI/AAAAAAAABs8/IIMqQzb4u0M/s72-c/Photo%2B83.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-3961686709934642018</id><published>2011-02-28T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T15:33:09.307-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what I wore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>What I Wore, and My Current Matthew Sweet Obsession 2.28.2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My camera sitch is taking a hiatus (truth? Uh, my camera died a few weeks ago! RIP), and I'm taking the opportunity to draw everything, including What I Wore posts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather has been so all over the place lately, so that means I'm sticking to a pretty boring palette that can be combined with tights if need be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7rcG5zrSvZs/TWxojTRNyKI/AAAAAAAABsc/5BRf33klGDo/s1600/wiw2282011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 338px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7rcG5zrSvZs/TWxojTRNyKI/AAAAAAAABsc/5BRf33klGDo/s400/wiw2282011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578948994082392226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gap jean jacket-$4, Goodwill in Visalia (Good Lord, will I never not wear this sucker?!)&lt;br /&gt;hoodie-$15, Hanes at Target in the little boys section&lt;br /&gt;skirt-$4, H&amp;amp;M at Goodwill in Glendale&lt;br /&gt;Vans-outlet in Orlando&lt;br /&gt;Filofax-$15 at Paperchase store in Glendale (this is my favorite place right now. Everything is adorable.)&lt;br /&gt;Creative Inc.- $16.95 at Barnes And Noble. Pretty sure I had a coupon of some sort, but I don't remember details&lt;br /&gt;Hair is pincurled and then teased til it's reached it's max height (The bigger the hair, the closer to God)&lt;br /&gt;Matthew Sweet's "In Reverse"-borrowed from Ben&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, have you heard this album?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e5eoxAd4uwg/TWxOFdpoXOI/AAAAAAAABsU/U9Da-ToGvQk/s1600/616bZWzq97L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e5eoxAd4uwg/TWxOFdpoXOI/AAAAAAAABsU/U9Da-ToGvQk/s400/616bZWzq97L.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578919894170754274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been keeping me company for the past week. I've always loved Mr. Sweet--when I was in junior high I would call the radio station every night, begging the d.j. to play "Girlfriend" over and over, for shame! I hadn't reconciled with the value of dignity or of buying an album yet. Despite my love, I had somehow never listened to this treasure. Ben popped it in the stereo one evening and I continued to play it. Over. And over. And over. He is so good. Guitar, melodies, harmonies-- it's sort of ridiculous how wonderful this is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This spurned, once again, an obsessive Matthew Sweet binge behavior.  I started Googling. I found his &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/lolinaartpottery"&gt;Etsy shop&lt;/a&gt;, where he sells his handmade pottery. I know now that he hasn't changed his hair in about 20 years (I'm really into that sort of consistency, it reminds me of the only lovable character in Jurassic Park; Malcom, the mathematician. Of course he gets ripped apart by a silly dinosaur. Oh, cruel world!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I am expanding and listening to In Reverse and 100% Fun, which is lovely as well--"Not When I Need It" is so candy pop perfect I feel like growling and bawling through the chorus. And don't get me started on "Someone to Pull the Trigger". The highlight of the last six months has been watching Ben and Gina Villalobos perform this cover together and watching the entire audience erupt into tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's good stuff. Let's go buy stock in Kleenex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-3961686709934642018?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/3961686709934642018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=3961686709934642018&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/3961686709934642018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/3961686709934642018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-i-wore-and-my-current-matthew.html' title='What I Wore, and My Current Matthew Sweet Obsession 2.28.2011'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7rcG5zrSvZs/TWxojTRNyKI/AAAAAAAABsc/5BRf33klGDo/s72-c/wiw2282011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-5960988210166527599</id><published>2011-02-25T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T14:21:18.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Style Planner: Spring Thing!</title><content type='html'>This feels like the longest Winter ever! We've been lucky enough to catch glimpses of the sunshine, but, for the most part, Los Angeles has been clouded over and rainy. I know this is good for nature, but I miss blue skies! I'm prepping by planning how my look is gonna go down when Spring finally comes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sharksandwich/5477330452/" title="IMG_NEW by Aurora_, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5014/5477330452_6a5d440342_b.jpg" alt="IMG_NEW" height="1024" width="649" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Spring means bright and natural to me. I started yesterday by taking my pink hair back into it's natural brown. The change back was a shock (I glanced in a mirror and thought Nigel Tufnel was looking back at me), but I'm excited about it. My hair is finally almost to my shoulders, and I plan on wearing it big and curly.  After viewing the &lt;a href="http://www.shopredvelvet.com/"&gt;Red Velvet website&lt;/a&gt;, I decided '60's Dolly P. hair was where it's at. I'll still be putting stuff on my head--I'll just be making flower crowns instead of using so many hats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ben cleared out his closet, and I found his old button-down work shirts. Sounds like a new lightweight dress wardrobe for me! I'm taking a Serger sewing class tomorrow and can't wait to power through these projects. There's so much you can do with a button-down: I'll be making dresses, detachable collars, and skirts. So much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I found huge, bug-like Jackie O glasses at the 99 Cent store yesterday. This place is great, and I should really make it over more often. They are tortoiseshell and rediculous. I also picked up a great deal on those Crystal Light to-go packets. I'm in the midst of giving up soda (it's been a struggle. Anyone want cans of cherry Coke? Come and get it!), and these things help in a pinch. I'm also throwing down green tea like there's no tomorrow. I'm starting to see more deals on strawberries in markets too. You can bet I'll be jumping on that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*My make-up is changing too. I'm not messing around. I want it BRIGHT!  I'm really drawn to turquoise for eyes, and I'm pulling out my &lt;a href="http://www.limecrimemakeup.com/"&gt;Lime Crime&lt;/a&gt; lipstick in My Beautiful Rocket. It'll all go really well with those Disneyland turkey legs I'm currently obsessed with drawing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Since I'm trying new things, I'm starting to mess with opaque paint markers. These suckers are POWERFUL! New art supplies always leave me with so many questions. Is this something I can really use? Is this a gimmick? Maybe I can just leave it as an experiment. Anyhow, these little guys afford me the quickness of spray paint and the accuracy of my regular quill and ink. Sounds like opportunity to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Safety pins are gonna be the accessory of choice. I forsee them being attached to everything--jackets, hems, shoes, and necklaces. I got a hold of a jean jacket at a thrift store in Fresno, and cut off the arms. It will be decorated with the safety pins. Yes, people, this is how you make a dream into reality!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'll be pulling out socks to go with my leopard print booties. I have decided that leopard print is a neutral, so bring on the brightly colored fishnets and knee-hi's. It's time to say "How'd you get so pasty?" to my newly exposed gams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'm changing a lot of things right now-- and up there on the list is my health routine. I'm going to continue to take classes that challenge me (most likely ballet, but I'm open to others). I'll be carrying slippers in my purse for those impromptu dance offs. They do happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will you be changing when Spring rolls around?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-5960988210166527599?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/5960988210166527599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=5960988210166527599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/5960988210166527599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/5960988210166527599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/02/style-planner-spring-thing.html' title='Style Planner: Spring Thing!'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5014/5477330452_6a5d440342_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-2713067287982834828</id><published>2011-02-24T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T10:16:50.777-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='los angeles'/><title type='text'>Rock 'n' Roll Ballet at The Sweat Spot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pZTymBVZ150/TWacy17sZFI/AAAAAAAABr0/tUDukKJUk18/s1600/ballet%2Bshoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pZTymBVZ150/TWacy17sZFI/AAAAAAAABr0/tUDukKJUk18/s400/ballet%2Bshoes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577317585829782610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I moved to Los Angeles, I fully intended on a full life change.  Things were going to get better--I'd be safe, I'd indulge in clean air,  I'd get a bike and a haircut and grow my own vegetables. Some of these  things happened, but, for the most part, the changes that took place  happened through serendipitus planning (re: actively putting myself in  the right place at the right time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of these changes was attended classes. I wanted to take things  that weren't offered in Fresno--things I've always wanted to try but  hadn't had the opportunity to take advantage of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when my  friend Michelle told me that she had found a studio offering a rock 'n'  roll ballet class, I was delighted! I had trained as a ballet dancer up  until I was 16 (corps de drop out--I knew it wasn't my calling). Since  then, I've missed dancing. I mean, I dance, and I have a blast, but I miss standing at a barre and sweating and aching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea what I was in for. Michelle had taken the class  before, and told me it was like a regular ballet class, but set to music  like INXS. Are you kidding me? Our song at our wedding was "Love Will  Never Tear Us Apart". At ten dollars a pop, I had to check this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle and I lady-dated over to The Sweat Spot in Silverlake on  Saturday afternoon. I had my yoga pants, a tank top, and socks on (my  ballet slippers had been abandoned along with my Nutcracker dreams ages  ago). The class was small, about 15 people, and the lights were turned  down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. My. GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten minutes into barre, and I was breathing  heavily. I knew then just how out of shape I was. There is nothing like a  reality check! I remembered most of the terms and how to do many of  these exercises, but had a hard time actually executing them. I was no  longer strong! My body and brain were no longer one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our instructor's name was Kristin, and was adorable and funny. She  didn't focus as much on technique (I came from a pretty rigorous  training program, so of course, that's what I compare to), but she did  emphasize the "big picture" of movements. I loved this. I absolutely  loved the chance to enjoy every way my body DOES move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our class was an hour and a half. After the barre, we set out in the  middle of the room and practiced pirouettes and spotting. Oh, spotting!  I had completely forgotten my arch nemesis, spotting! For whatever  reason, I can spot to the right, but not to the left. Something to work  on, and what's lovely is that I can work on it everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bjork, LCD Soundsystem, and some sexy Annie Lennox was our  soundtrack. Lovely! It's not what I typically listen to, and that's what  pleased me. It is a blessing to go someplace and have the chance to be a  vessel for knowledge, and then allow your body to react.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew halfway through the class that I would be aching for the next  24 hours. That beautiful thigh muscle was letting me know that it was  still there, more badass than ever, and I needed to take care of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We  ended the class with a group bow, big smiles, and clapping. I felt so  happy! I had not only survived something that I'd wanted to go back to  for 14 frickin years, but I was going to be feeling it in the future!  Talk about getting your money's worth. I told Kristin that the class was  awesome and I'd definitely be back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-2713067287982834828?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/2713067287982834828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=2713067287982834828&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/2713067287982834828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/2713067287982834828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/02/rock-n-roll-ballet-at-sweat-spot.html' title='Rock &apos;n&apos; Roll Ballet at The Sweat Spot'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pZTymBVZ150/TWacy17sZFI/AAAAAAAABr0/tUDukKJUk18/s72-c/ballet%2Bshoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-7398675545982216955</id><published>2011-02-23T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T10:40:53.247-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lady party'/><title type='text'>Lady Party with Beth Edwards</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so excited to be sharing a project I've been working on for the past month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pVi7uzzz9_Q/TWVFrTtMaLI/AAAAAAAABrs/vrE5stgVuOI/s1600/lady%2Bparty%2Blogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pVi7uzzz9_Q/TWVFrTtMaLI/AAAAAAAABrs/vrE5stgVuOI/s400/lady%2Bparty%2Blogo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576940323894749362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;I remember being 14, angry and frustrated, and escaping everyday into an obsessive world where my friends and I were adventurous, verging on giddy danger, and always coming out alive. We had smeared lipstick and wrote long, detailed "notes" to each other, passed like contraband between classes (because we weren't gutsy enough to cut a class). Where does that feeling go? Where do those women go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;I asked the movers and shakers in my world about the female relationships that have inspired them, particularly during their teenage years. I was met with all sorts of responses: best friends, family members, rock stars and women in coffee shops that they never actually spoke to. I was totally intrigued and began digging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've written about &lt;a href="http://www.bethedwardsphotography.com/"&gt;Beth Edwards&lt;/a&gt; before. She's the documentary phenom behind &lt;a href="http://www.theyupikway.com/"&gt;The Yup'ik Way&lt;/a&gt;, which will be screened at festivals in Germany in March, and Vancouver in April (it's already made it's way into festivals in England, and is currently being shown by Yup'ik groups).  Beth was the first friend I made in Los Angeles, and she explored the city with me. We dyed hair, hiked in the Hollywood hills, watched Bollywood movies, and went on yogurt dates. She now lives in Indiana, where she's currently working on her pet project, &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Boys-Dont-Date-Girls-with-Dead-Mothers/175347432485694"&gt;Boys Don't Date Girls With Dead Mothers&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ISqaeD4D-gA/TWSRWncHmNI/AAAAAAAABrk/GvCBKSMRcuI/s1600/bethladyparty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ISqaeD4D-gA/TWSRWncHmNI/AAAAAAAABrk/GvCBKSMRcuI/s400/bethladyparty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576742056321587410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;style&gt;@font-face {   font-family: "Times New Roman"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }table.MsoNormalTable { font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; }&lt;/style&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is the name of your lady?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany Winburn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;How did she come into your life? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my freshman year of high school, I was 14. I remember my religion teacher Ms. Polansky mentioning that Tiffany didn't have any friends in the area because she had just moved here from California. I asked her to sit with me at lunch and made her be my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Were there challenging events in your life that you were struggling with, that she helped you to understand or clarified for you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Just before I met her, my mother had died, so I was a mess. I also had a lot going on with my father and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;his new girlfriend. Dad was an alcoholic and started dating this woman like a month after my mom&lt;br /&gt;died. Not a great time in my life. Tiffany helped by getting me out of the house, always being available to talk, listening and not judging. She always defended me and hated it when I put myself down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know right away that she would have an impact?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I didn't know we would have such a great friendship. I thought I was being nice, helping the new girl, but we became great friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;What was the characteristic that drew you to her?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was very sure of herself and so self-aware. I thought this was remarkable at 14, to have that much self-confidence. I don’t think I still have that, but she knew exactly who she way and wasn’t afraid of&lt;br /&gt;showing it in anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Did you two become friends or was distance imperative to her influence on you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;We were great friends. However, distance did become a part of our relationship. Tiffany’s father took a job as an ambassador and she moved just after freshman year of high school, but we stayed friends&lt;br /&gt;and visited each other a great deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;How did your relationship evolve?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just remember us being instantly close friends. I could be wrong, it could have taken us a bit. I think Tiffany mentioned once about how she didn’t want to make any friends because she knew they weren’t&lt;br /&gt;going to be in town long, but I made her be my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where is she now? What is she doing?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is now a dentist living in San Antonio, TX. She has been married for ten years, but doesn’t have any children yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;In what ways, specifically, did she influence or guide you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Tiffany for many years was like my other half. She was my best friend soul mate. I could always be completely myself when I was with her. There was never a need to hide anything or pretend to be something else. She was very special in my life during high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Was there ever a point that the relationship soured? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to see her in Mexico on Christmas break of our senior year in high school. She had started dating this man Raul. I didn’t like him, at all, there was just something about him I couldn’t explain,&lt;br /&gt;but I didn’t like. I spoke with some of her friends there and they said he spoke about her as though she was an object, the hot blonde white American girl on his arm. I told Tiffany this, she said I misunderstood the situation, we agreed to disagree. When she decided to go to college back in the US, Raul went with her. We grew apart in college, she was living in Las Vegas, married Raul while still in&lt;br /&gt;college, and I was at Indiana University. I didn’t speak to her again until 2007 when I found her on Facebook. We aren’t as close as we were, but we’re friendly and I know what’s going on in her world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;How did you actively try to be like her?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, she was fearless. She would do anything, say anything, and not give a damn what people thought of her… in a very classy way though. I tried to be like that as well. Also I loved her clothes and wish&lt;br /&gt;they made them in my size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where you ever repulsed by her, and what triggered that feeling? How long did it last?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not repulsed. She could be abrasive, but actually that was part of her charm. I was angry with her, for a while, about the wrong choices I thought she was making. Obviously though I was very wrong, she has been married to the man for 10 years. At that time I thought I was so right about so many things, I’m glad no one listened to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I just wanted her to be happy and she is. She defines her happiness, not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Is she still in your life, and in what capacity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;She is in my life, in a much more quiet way. I know that if I needed her, she would be there for me. When I was younger I couldn’t picture my life without her. I thought we would be in constant contact and&lt;br /&gt;she would be the Godmother of my children. However, that isn’t our relationship now. It is still very special though and doesn’t take away from our relationship. She was an amazing friend to me at a time&lt;br /&gt;when I really needed her and for that I will be forever grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;She is and always has been an amazing woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big thanks to Beth for sharing. If you'd like to share your Shero, send me an email and let's Lady Party. xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-7398675545982216955?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/7398675545982216955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=7398675545982216955&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/7398675545982216955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/7398675545982216955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/02/lady-party-with-beth-edwards.html' title='Lady Party with Beth Edwards'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pVi7uzzz9_Q/TWVFrTtMaLI/AAAAAAAABrs/vrE5stgVuOI/s72-c/lady%2Bparty%2Blogo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-1394350049127767893</id><published>2011-02-21T12:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T12:27:22.983-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><title type='text'>RAW Artist Interview</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xwmJmnlhIpk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a brief interview from the RAW Artists show in Hollywood at the beginning of this month. It's a good overview of my work and mission. Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-1394350049127767893?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/1394350049127767893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=1394350049127767893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/1394350049127767893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/1394350049127767893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/02/raw-artist-interview.html' title='RAW Artist Interview'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/xwmJmnlhIpk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-5211452990665383029</id><published>2011-02-16T15:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T10:05:34.646-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ben'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what I wore'/><title type='text'>What I Wore 2.14.2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been putting off writing this post, because it's a big one. Valentine's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd been looking forward to it for a long time--the stretch between Ben's birthday and February 14th is just enough time to really get me excited! This year, Ben procured tickets to Disneyland and I was over the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait. What???! Anyone who has known me for a long time is well aware of my Disneyland trepidation. I went once when I was 12 (I won tickets for my family by doing a coloring contest) and it was a horrible, traumatizing experience.  I was glad when the day ended and never went back. I opted out of my high school grad night at Disneyland. My bedroom had to be better than revisiting those memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben was convinced that he could change my mind. I did my best to just see it as a day to spend with Ben, and not let any of the other stuff seep into the experience. And it worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were concerned about spending money, of course, so we decided beforehand that we would only eat one meal in the park. I packed my satchel with oranges and apples. We got breakfast at The Original Breakfast House in Anaheim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HyBtbO38Ono/TV1CX9lMqtI/AAAAAAAABrM/mlQz3d8jbYE/s1600/D9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HyBtbO38Ono/TV1CX9lMqtI/AAAAAAAABrM/mlQz3d8jbYE/s400/D9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574684893189548754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I finally had a Dutch Baby! Lemon and powdered sugar. I must learn how to make this myself. Ben ordered an omelette, which was massive! The portions here are huge. Our meals were tasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-64ihsXQNUIk/TV1CXhfKxnI/AAAAAAAABrE/pJPP84agJ30/s1600/D8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-64ihsXQNUIk/TV1CXhfKxnI/AAAAAAAABrE/pJPP84agJ30/s400/D8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574684885648066162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived in the park around ten thirty. I was really impressed by the efficiency. Even when saturated with massive amounts of people, you never are really left waiting that long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toontown was our jam! I made an attempt to get the peanut butter out of Chip and Dale's house, but that is not the Disney way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FTi-6lYaXjU/TV1CXNGy6pI/AAAAAAAABq8/9rYhWZLUaWU/s1600/D7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FTi-6lYaXjU/TV1CXNGy6pI/AAAAAAAABq8/9rYhWZLUaWU/s400/D7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574684880177130130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mickey's house was oddly serene! Lots of greens, blues, and browns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B10UiP2jKmU/TV1CWxPh-CI/AAAAAAAABq0/15ST7PmepTU/s1600/D6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B10UiP2jKmU/TV1CWxPh-CI/AAAAAAAABq0/15ST7PmepTU/s400/D6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574684872697575458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved Minnie's house. Can I live here someday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WbaZBQvUCQE/TV087i5MMbI/AAAAAAAABqs/H0hmZTGmIaM/s1600/D5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WbaZBQvUCQE/TV087i5MMbI/AAAAAAAABqs/H0hmZTGmIaM/s400/D5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574678907431170482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Minnie was a sassy little broad, hiking up her skirt, and being super cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-feRjWK-kB4k/TV087cXvjQI/AAAAAAAABqk/9pXgeBIol7Y/s1600/D4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-feRjWK-kB4k/TV087cXvjQI/AAAAAAAABqk/9pXgeBIol7Y/s400/D4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574678905680268546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ndGkFwkFeHM/TV086jLFYII/AAAAAAAABqc/4NgCuoUGGyA/s1600/D3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ndGkFwkFeHM/TV086jLFYII/AAAAAAAABqc/4NgCuoUGGyA/s400/D3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574678890326352002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our planned meal in the park was at the Corn Dog cart! We had been told it was the best meal deal at Disneyland. The corn dog is heavenly--greasy and delish. Ben told me that he'll have to eat lentils for the rest of the month to make up for the grease splurge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zt_YUjvMxiw/TV1CYZq8wfI/AAAAAAAABrU/8zRD79Jc9a0/s1600/D10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zt_YUjvMxiw/TV1CYZq8wfI/AAAAAAAABrU/8zRD79Jc9a0/s400/D10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574684900729864690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben's new look is the Pringle Little Boy Tie. He's been picking up little boy ties at thrift stores and wearing them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to find Ben a Peter Pan hat, but couldn't find one in an adult size! It has to be out there somewhere, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben did his own What I Wore list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White "prison issue" Velcro top from Vans Outlet in Orlando  -- $20&lt;br /&gt;Blue Levi action slacks - from Iguana in Hollywood--$15&lt;br /&gt;Blue button down from Goodwill in Los Feliz-- $7&lt;br /&gt;Little Boy Clip-on Tie from St. Vincent Thrift -- $.99&lt;br /&gt;Handmade Heart pin -- A. Lady original --priceless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q97g5OO6CRg/TV086P7X4vI/AAAAAAAABqM/gRhx80Mc52c/s1600/d1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q97g5OO6CRg/TV086P7X4vI/AAAAAAAABqM/gRhx80Mc52c/s400/d1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574678885160182514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wore things I could walk and sweat in. No joke about the sweat. My jean jacket smells now. I just Febreezed that thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacket: Gap via Goodwill in Visalia, $4&lt;br /&gt;Peplum Heart Print Dress: I made this from a pair of pants I found at the Goodwill in Glendale. $3.&lt;br /&gt;Shoes: Vans, $10 at the outlet in Orlando&lt;br /&gt;Minnie Ears: Gift from Disneyland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up loving Disneyland, by the way. Let's go back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-5211452990665383029?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/5211452990665383029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=5211452990665383029&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/5211452990665383029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/5211452990665383029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-i-wore-2142011.html' title='What I Wore 2.14.2011'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HyBtbO38Ono/TV1CX9lMqtI/AAAAAAAABrM/mlQz3d8jbYE/s72-c/D9.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-7889799487383877881</id><published>2011-02-15T15:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T11:54:33.861-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fresno'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Fresno: It's in the Fog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I spent the last week in my old city, Fresno, to spend time with some friends and catch up on business. By business I do include a little karaoke at The Brig and thrift shopping downtown with my aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nP0HF-rY4jA/TVsLLVb_QqI/AAAAAAAABqE/BmC6-P-fFdc/s1600/168085_1780184496689_1001720054_32042629_1843119_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nP0HF-rY4jA/TVsLLVb_QqI/AAAAAAAABqE/BmC6-P-fFdc/s400/168085_1780184496689_1001720054_32042629_1843119_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574061253162123938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wednesday was Brig night. The Brig seems to have become infamous in Fresno-- it's where most of my friends have been hanging for the past year, because of the karaoke. Since I consider myself seasoned enough, I decided I could handle solo karaoke. Also, I only drank water. I had to keep it real. My version of "Oops I Did It Again" got the ladies going but received an admonishment from the KJ. I was appalled, but if Fresno wants to keep it clean, I must do as the Romans do. Et tu, Brute Karaoke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O4-owJ0clik/TVsLLP1qReI/AAAAAAAABp8/eMqr7rneY9g/s1600/182022_1780192096879_1001720054_32042655_2433350_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O4-owJ0clik/TVsLLP1qReI/AAAAAAAABp8/eMqr7rneY9g/s400/182022_1780192096879_1001720054_32042655_2433350_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574061251659187682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fresno always kills in the thrift department. I had a great time shooting across the city looking for gems. I did have to go easy, since I only brought a tiny suitcase and was returning to Los Angeles via Amtrak. This mountain lion sweatshirt had to come with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XSbZpYCfWLY/TVsLLM_9VqI/AAAAAAAABp0/PLtqtwpsFF4/s1600/180014_528709171808_138701268_30921033_7059952_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XSbZpYCfWLY/TVsLLM_9VqI/AAAAAAAABp0/PLtqtwpsFF4/s400/180014_528709171808_138701268_30921033_7059952_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574061250897073826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I spent most of my time at Jenn's house, where I actually used to live for awhile after my mom passed away. I think I will always be attached to Jenn's family. They have been so good to me. I was happy to spend so much time with Jenn and her buddy, Flat Cat. We talked over business goals and dreams, set up a theme for my next series, and organized our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fATH4cB0WvU/TVsLK030SsI/AAAAAAAABps/Tl3suaKgnvg/s1600/179885_528825343998_138701268_30923937_4610708_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fATH4cB0WvU/TVsLK030SsI/AAAAAAAABps/Tl3suaKgnvg/s400/179885_528825343998_138701268_30923937_4610708_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574061244420475586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I gifted my old Filofax to Jenn, but not before I pimped it out. Honestly, I am totally crushed out on my Filofax system, and if you even express to me any organizational woes, you will likely be gifted with one at some point. This one was meant for Jenn, since it matches her hair. I popped a few stickers of Flat Cat's cousins in there and she was good to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fresno highlights:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* It had to happen sometime, but the city is really changing. I came back to Los Angeles, and knew that it was finally my home. For the longest time I felt like I still had a foot in my old town. No more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Eating at Luby's with my Aunt and Uncle! Oh, do I miss Luby's. I didn't look at the menu because I remembered how amazing their vegetarian garlic chicken was. It was just as delectable as ever. It was a blast hanging out with my family. I miss those two so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Checking out Iron Bird Cafe. I lived downtown for the tail end of my being in Fresno, and Iron Bird Cafe is new. It's lovely and such a fabulous addition. I ran into my friend Shannon while having lunch there (uber crowded on a weekday! This place is doing well!) and her photography show was surrounding her. If you haven't already, get yourself over there. She's put a ton of heart and soul into it, and it's apparent. Lots of work. If it's too crowded--as it was when I was there--come back and get your coffee and walk around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Yogurtland! Yes, all of my highlights have to do with food. At last! Cheap yogurt that allows the customer to control the outcome! This is right up my Filofax's alley!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Seeing my friends. Many of them had been in LA the previous weekend and I'd spent time with them then, but seeing them in our old city is just so sweet and comforting.  They are humans filled with magic. I am so glad to know them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-7889799487383877881?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/7889799487383877881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=7889799487383877881&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/7889799487383877881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/7889799487383877881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/02/fresno-its-in-fog.html' title='Fresno: It&apos;s in the Fog!'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nP0HF-rY4jA/TVsLLVb_QqI/AAAAAAAABqE/BmC6-P-fFdc/s72-c/168085_1780184496689_1001720054_32042629_1843119_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-4687316001918760437</id><published>2011-02-15T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T10:37:05.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RAW Hollywood--The Aftermath!</title><content type='html'>At the beginning of the month, I buzzed around the house, gathering everything I would need for the RAW Hollywood show. I guzzled down coffee, wore my most sensible shoes, and blasted Van Halen.  There was so much to be done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point, I had just finished a new watercolor and ink mini-series (yes, like The Thorn Birds). My challenge was to put together a themed booth, which  had always been a dream! I'd been wanting to put one together for so long, and the show and Valentine's Day fast approaching was the perfect meeting to make it come to fruition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TUyOCqxYlZI/AAAAAAAABoo/yOi8Y7W-k3M/s1600/RAW2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TUyOCqxYlZI/AAAAAAAABoo/yOi8Y7W-k3M/s400/RAW2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569983015642764690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never done a show like this--something so, well, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;crazy&lt;/span&gt;. There were a few other visual artists, the fashion shows going on downstairs, bands, body painting, and haircuts. I hung out by my work for the majority of the evening, upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TUyOCaX5XtI/AAAAAAAABog/7efyXjZ3dBw/s1600/RAW1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 339px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TUyOCaX5XtI/AAAAAAAABog/7efyXjZ3dBw/s400/RAW1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569983011240894162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lollipops! Candy hearts! Sweet girls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any excuse to wear my Betsey Johnson dress! The show was "cocktail attire" so I went for it. I put one of my candy heart barrettes in my hair and was good to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TUyOBwm9FEI/AAAAAAAABoY/zEinX-texJY/s1600/RAW3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TUyOBwm9FEI/AAAAAAAABoY/zEinX-texJY/s400/RAW3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569983000029762626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Brian and Ben making a guest appearance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Brian was awesome enough to come out and act as my assistant. I was so grateful to have him. Extra hands are always helpful, but he also has a good eye and rad suggestions. At that point, my energy was zapped, so his ideas were so welcome and needed. We put all the work up, and set up the booth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TUyOBu3knuI/AAAAAAAABoQ/qiCCcXC9mro/s1600/RAW4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 337px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TUyOBu3knuI/AAAAAAAABoQ/qiCCcXC9mro/s400/RAW4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569982999562591970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TUyOBZsW2oI/AAAAAAAABoI/C9lU1L_vuj4/s1600/RAW5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TUyOBZsW2oI/AAAAAAAABoI/C9lU1L_vuj4/s400/RAW5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569982993878407810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vgQJm1O4BwE/TVq9nNYCi7I/AAAAAAAABpk/bcQQEKNDYDA/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-02-15%2Bat%2B9.52.37%2BAM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vgQJm1O4BwE/TVq9nNYCi7I/AAAAAAAABpk/bcQQEKNDYDA/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-02-15%2Bat%2B9.52.37%2BAM.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573975970127449010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was surprised to see that a picture of myself and my booth was in the LA Weekly as part of their slideshow last Friday. Totally exciting and a giddy boost!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big thanks to everyone who showed up to the show. I was so over the moon to see you and honored to have it be your choice on a busy Thursday night! xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-4687316001918760437?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/4687316001918760437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=4687316001918760437&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/4687316001918760437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/4687316001918760437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/02/raw-hollywood-aftermath.html' title='RAW Hollywood--The Aftermath!'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TUyOCqxYlZI/AAAAAAAABoo/yOi8Y7W-k3M/s72-c/RAW2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-5449120182108127353</id><published>2011-02-08T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T11:50:04.072-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><title type='text'>Ira Glass T-shirts are a Valentine's Dream.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, I've heard you gushing. Ira Glass has always been amazing, and that's why I created this small, sweet, &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/35943910/ira-glass-pen-and-ink-original-drawing"&gt;pen and ink drawing&lt;/a&gt;. Since love is in the air, I'm excited to offer up a little twist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TVGZ-kkykGI/AAAAAAAABpY/-pV9Z9FUEQs/s1600/il_570xN.107337874.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TVGZ-kkykGI/AAAAAAAABpY/-pV9Z9FUEQs/s400/il_570xN.107337874.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571403514282938466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ira Glass T-shirts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been giddy over this idea for ages, waiting for just the right moment. I've always wanted to do a run of screened t-shirts, and I wanted to do it by hand, the old fashioned way (ie. in the shower, not outsourced to a faceless company). I've been prepping my screen, and now I'm ready to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "I love you, Ira!" t-shirt is available for $25 dollars, including shipping. Choose your size and send me over an email at aurora.armijo@gmail.com. Paypal is lovely, and so are you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This run is limited, as I'll be doing a shirt for each person in my "Love Letter to Pop Culture" series over the next few months. Can you sense my excitement?! My smile is so big--almost as big as Ira's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-5449120182108127353?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/5449120182108127353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=5449120182108127353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/5449120182108127353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/5449120182108127353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/02/ira-glass-t-shirts-are-valentines-dream.html' title='Ira Glass T-shirts are a Valentine&apos;s Dream.'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TVGZ-kkykGI/AAAAAAAABpY/-pV9Z9FUEQs/s72-c/il_570xN.107337874.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-4610402110137109408</id><published>2011-02-07T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T16:06:12.902-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fresno'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what I wore'/><title type='text'>What I Wore 2.7.2011 - Fresno edition!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TVB86kH7fVI/AAAAAAAABpQ/YrnbeH6Eg38/s1600/WIW5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TVB86kH7fVI/AAAAAAAABpQ/YrnbeH6Eg38/s400/WIW5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571090084628495698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First of all, I apologize for not including my usual lens flare.  My friend Jenn took these today, and although she has been my major source of Lens Flare Inspiration (or LFI, if you will), she is now shying away from her reputation as established by &lt;a href="http://shitphotojournalistslike.tumblr.com/post/2816633083/lens-flare"&gt;Shit Photojournalists Like.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TVB86GxixGI/AAAAAAAABpI/3agcRJKOGtM/s1600/WIW4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TVB86GxixGI/AAAAAAAABpI/3agcRJKOGtM/s400/WIW4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571090076749972578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I really like the way this jean jacket (a happy thrift store find) frames my neckline.  It sweetly opens to my dress (another thrift store goody! $1.25, baby!) which I could not pass up because it has POCKETS.  They frame my hands.  Also, Jenn did a pretty good framing job with those branches.  It's good to dress with a theme in mind, especially one Jenn just made up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TVB85mn6elI/AAAAAAAABo4/zyHObcEmmF8/s1600/WIW2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TVB85mn6elI/AAAAAAAABo4/zyHObcEmmF8/s400/WIW2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571090068119648850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This button is a gift from my main man.  He has good taste!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TVB85Q3Lt7I/AAAAAAAABow/gYzHsxZMw14/s1600/WIW1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TVB85Q3Lt7I/AAAAAAAABow/gYzHsxZMw14/s400/WIW1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571090062278113202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This hat is amazing! At $1.99 from the thrift store (like you'd expect anything else), I couldn't pass it up.  It's the perfect-sized cranium warmer for a brisk spring morning in Fresno (UGGGHHH I can't believe it's actually 10 degrees COOLER here. At least I didn't have to break out the tights -- that would really be tragic.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TVB859ydSmI/AAAAAAAABpA/ldvyNIl075A/s1600/WIW3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TVB859ydSmI/AAAAAAAABpA/ldvyNIl075A/s400/WIW3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571090074337888866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These shoes are great because the heels boost my height (which I need because now that I'm older than 18 I won't grow very much*).  Luckily Fresno isn't cold enough to break out some mukluks (which, by the way, Jenn's grandmother gifted me with).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoyed the update!  I hope Fresno enjoys my fashion choices today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*but I might!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post was guessed blogged by &lt;a href="http://www.jenniferemerling.com"&gt;Jennifere Emmerling&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-4610402110137109408?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/4610402110137109408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=4610402110137109408&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/4610402110137109408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/4610402110137109408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-i-wore-272011-fresno-edition.html' title='What I Wore 2.7.2011 - Fresno edition!'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TVB86kH7fVI/AAAAAAAABpQ/YrnbeH6Eg38/s72-c/WIW5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-4732312712010142210</id><published>2011-02-02T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T17:24:42.395-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><title type='text'>Candy Girls.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I made buttons and hair clips for t&lt;a href="http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/01/event-raw-hollywood.html"&gt;omorrow night's event&lt;/a&gt;. Shoot me over a comment or email if you haven't gotten tickets yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TUoBG7Gp3bI/AAAAAAAABn8/dRL7nkTgJ8M/s1600/hair1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TUoBG7Gp3bI/AAAAAAAABn8/dRL7nkTgJ8M/s400/hair1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569265107653483954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned I love Valentine's Day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't always feel this way. Things changed when I started using February 14th to celebrate with my friends and show them how grateful I am for them. Now that I'm in a new city, I want to start new traditions with new friends.  I'm so glad that 2011 has given me opportunities to get to know women down here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend is also all about my Fresno friends, who are coming down to karaoke and thrift. I can't wait to look them in the eye and tell them "I love you".  They have been so good to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How rad is it when you realize that you know the coolest ladies in the world, and are only going to get to know more of them? It all makes me so glad to be living this life--one in which my moving has taught me to spend time with others and learn from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-4732312712010142210?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/4732312712010142210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=4732312712010142210&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/4732312712010142210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/4732312712010142210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/02/candy-girls.html' title='Candy Girls.'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TUoBG7Gp3bI/AAAAAAAABn8/dRL7nkTgJ8M/s72-c/hair1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-1139523825727990473</id><published>2011-02-01T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T18:22:40.023-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><title type='text'>"Now that the dream is over..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been listening to the new Bright Eyes non-stop. After a few years hiatus (coming off from an obsessive--I role my eyes that I even have to state that. I mean, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;duh&lt;/span&gt;-- Conor Oberst period) it's really nice to just press repeat. Over and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been my accompaniment to, aptly, a full day of drawing, painting, and cutting one shape. Over and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TUi3K2XiN9I/AAAAAAAABns/F20aNBGSRM8/s1600/heart2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TUi3K2XiN9I/AAAAAAAABns/F20aNBGSRM8/s400/heart2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568902336264419282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are for the RAW show. There's a full bar, so I figured I'd make the red lettering on the candy appropriate. I developed a system while making these. Sometimes I would play the Bright Eyes album, and play this &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2010/12/12/magazine/14actors.html#2"&gt;beautiful one-minute video&lt;/a&gt; at the same time. Try it! I can't get enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TUi3KmJSPRI/AAAAAAAABnk/Z6S82Vq25Mc/s1600/heart3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TUi3KmJSPRI/AAAAAAAABnk/Z6S82Vq25Mc/s400/heart3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568902331909684498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My new series is obvs. gonna give you cavities. Over and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-1139523825727990473?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/1139523825727990473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=1139523825727990473&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/1139523825727990473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/1139523825727990473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/02/now-that-dream-is-over.html' title='&quot;Now that the dream is over...&quot;'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TUi3K2XiN9I/AAAAAAAABns/F20aNBGSRM8/s72-c/heart2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-5355293247473061087</id><published>2011-01-31T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T10:01:14.180-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what I wore'/><title type='text'>What I Wore 1.31.2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The weather in Los Angeles is finally changing! I'm so happy! I hope we get a good month of this before it starts sweltering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I'm enjoying the chance to wear little jackets to dress down cocktail attire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TUbv7xgn1AI/AAAAAAAABmc/bGbvzehF25A/s1600/jp1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 346px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TUbv7xgn1AI/AAAAAAAABmc/bGbvzehF25A/s400/jp1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568401799471682562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This jacket was handmade for &lt;a href="http://www.jenniferemerling.com/blog/?p=262"&gt;Jenn's Prom Queen Campaign&lt;/a&gt; in 2010 (she won!). It's still pretty spectacular. You can't go wrong with glitter glue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TUbv8IwGejI/AAAAAAAABmk/ZUZejIX3CEM/s1600/jp2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TUbv8IwGejI/AAAAAAAABmk/ZUZejIX3CEM/s400/jp2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568401805710621234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TUbxzrw85ZI/AAAAAAAABnU/ALi69wuY2Sg/s1600/jp8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 322px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TUbxzrw85ZI/AAAAAAAABnU/ALi69wuY2Sg/s400/jp8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568403859513861522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TUbx0BvBfOI/AAAAAAAABnc/PKcuSDd_sRg/s1600/jp9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TUbx0BvBfOI/AAAAAAAABnc/PKcuSDd_sRg/s400/jp9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568403865411353826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TUbv9VAMtrI/AAAAAAAABm8/WC8-bz-WIWw/s1600/jp5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TUbv9VAMtrI/AAAAAAAABm8/WC8-bz-WIWw/s400/jp5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568401826179233458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this dress. When I saw it at Goodwill, I knew it was a find. All of the boning was in tact, and the cut reminded me of a Betsey Johnson. I tried it on and it was decided. I really love dresses in black and white. You can dress them up and down so easily, and they go with everything. Even in an elegant fabric, they can be the most versatile pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TUbv9AKZqEI/AAAAAAAABm0/ZYEl56kZS08/s1600/jp4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TUbv9AKZqEI/AAAAAAAABm0/ZYEl56kZS08/s400/jp4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568401820584880194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TUbxySnaXiI/AAAAAAAABnE/K8SNN_jNJvc/s1600/jp6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TUbxySnaXiI/AAAAAAAABnE/K8SNN_jNJvc/s400/jp6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568403835583094306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dress: Noa, found at Glendale Goodwill, $7.00&lt;br /&gt;Booties: Forever 21 in Pasadena, gifted&lt;br /&gt;Jacket: Forever 21 in Fresno, $5.99. I decorated the heck out of it using fabric, glue, and paint.&lt;br /&gt;Button on jacket: &lt;a href="http://phoneboothgallery.com/pbg/"&gt;Phonebooth Gallery&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working on the &lt;a href="http://www.rawartists.org/hollywood/catalyst"&gt;RAW show&lt;/a&gt;--it's this Thursday!-- and I can't wait! I'm going all out, which means I'm busy but also so, so excited. I'm putting together my first booth. Ben had some amazing ideas, and I am so glad I found someone who understands my vision and can help bring it to light. It feels really good to make things happen. I'm over the freakin' moon to have the chance to work hard on what I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-5355293247473061087?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/5355293247473061087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=5355293247473061087&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/5355293247473061087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/5355293247473061087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-i-wore-1312011.html' title='What I Wore 1.31.2011'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TUbv7xgn1AI/AAAAAAAABmc/bGbvzehF25A/s72-c/jp1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-119866311785558980</id><published>2011-01-25T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T08:39:49.056-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><title type='text'>Valentine's Day Just got Sweeter.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2010/01/valentines-day.html"&gt;Last year&lt;/a&gt;, I had a blast making custom portraits for Valentine's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TT3T3jKcptI/AAAAAAAABlM/tvvLfl5RiMw/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 334px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TT3T3jKcptI/AAAAAAAABlM/tvvLfl5RiMw/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565837665785128658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were small, commissioned pieces at a flat rate of $40 each. I'm offering up the same deal this year. Lovely, frameable 5.5 x 8.5 full color ink works on heavy watercolor paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love making these because they are &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;completely &lt;/span&gt;your creation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You choose what you want on it--colors, words, and images. It's your opportunity to be the Puppetmaster, and be freaked out of your mind with joy just in time for Valentine's Day. Sigh. Doesn't it feel great to be in control??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each piece arrives to your mailbox safely wrapped just in time to gift to yourself (February is &lt;a href="http://galadarling.com/tag/the-playgirls-guide-to-radical-self-love/"&gt;Radical Self Love Month&lt;/a&gt;! Do not forget!) or someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna send some love? Shoot me over an email at aurora.armijo@gmail.com and let's get this rolling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I love you and I want to make dreams come true. xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-119866311785558980?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/119866311785558980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=119866311785558980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/119866311785558980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/119866311785558980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/01/valentines-day-just-got-sweeter.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day Just got Sweeter.'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TT3T3jKcptI/AAAAAAAABlM/tvvLfl5RiMw/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-3601124039091111094</id><published>2011-01-24T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T10:56:46.342-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what I wore'/><title type='text'>What I Wore 1.24.2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's Monday, and the only cure for that is wearing a happy color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TT3Ez8eEtvI/AAAAAAAABkM/gukMcoe0cgo/s1600/wiw6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TT3Ez8eEtvI/AAAAAAAABkM/gukMcoe0cgo/s400/wiw6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565821111184439026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely adore pink.  Usually I go for a more punchy shade, but when I saw this dress in the thrift store for a dollar, I knew it had potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TT3E0CESzAI/AAAAAAAABkU/NEO4f15PSy4/s1600/wiw9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TT3E0CESzAI/AAAAAAAABkU/NEO4f15PSy4/s400/wiw9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565821112686922754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When it was hanging on the rack, it had a high neck and full, long sleeves. I pulled out the seam ripper and went to town!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TT3Fi1J2sCI/AAAAAAAABk8/o17CFgk9JHE/s1600/wiw3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TT3Fi1J2sCI/AAAAAAAABk8/o17CFgk9JHE/s400/wiw3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565821916674437154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TT3Fii-lQtI/AAAAAAAABk0/BfadeRa85RA/s1600/wiw1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TT3Fii-lQtI/AAAAAAAABk0/BfadeRa85RA/s400/wiw1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565821911795319506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I added fringe around the shoulders, which was left over from my wedding dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TT3E0zgI56I/AAAAAAAABks/lw3rwAGoAyw/s1600/wiw2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TT3E0zgI56I/AAAAAAAABks/lw3rwAGoAyw/s400/wiw2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565821125957052322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I cut deep into the front of the dress, and gathered the layers. Much more flattering and more appropriate for karaoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TT3E0qlUo5I/AAAAAAAABkk/Oj4tG7eLXrM/s1600/wiw10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TT3E0qlUo5I/AAAAAAAABkk/Oj4tG7eLXrM/s400/wiw10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565821123562873746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dress: No brand name, found at St. Vincents, $1.00&lt;br /&gt;Shoes: Gap, Goodwill in Glendale, $3.99&lt;br /&gt;Bracelets: belonged to my mother&lt;br /&gt;Belt: No brand name, Goodwill on Blackstone in Fresno, I think it was a dollar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TT3E0dYYoRI/AAAAAAAABkc/G1aQk6cIudM/s1600/wiw7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TT3E0dYYoRI/AAAAAAAABkc/G1aQk6cIudM/s400/wiw7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565821120018948370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I added my huge black belt, which is something I think I should never again do without. It's the jean jacket of belts--I can wear it with anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TT3FjFPH9II/AAAAAAAABlE/wfBBVti5M8I/s1600/wiw5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TT3FjFPH9II/AAAAAAAABlE/wfBBVti5M8I/s400/wiw5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565821920991507586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd been scouting for a smaller heel with a closed toe, and when I saw these, I scooped them up!  I loved the color--usual for my typically black and white based wardrobe. Best of all, when I took them to check out, they were half off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-3601124039091111094?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/3601124039091111094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=3601124039091111094&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/3601124039091111094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/3601124039091111094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-i-wore-1242011.html' title='What I Wore 1.24.2011'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TT3Ez8eEtvI/AAAAAAAABkM/gukMcoe0cgo/s72-c/wiw6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-8068385213644663925</id><published>2011-01-21T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T14:26:10.553-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><title type='text'>Event: RAW Hollywood!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt; I want to let you know about a show that I've been working on for the past two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;table style="background: rgb(0, 0, 0) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;   &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;&lt;table style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="700"&gt;       &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;         &lt;td&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="700"&gt;             &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;               &lt;td valign="middle" height="130"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rawartists.org/hollywood/catalyst" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rawartists.org/components/com_rawld/emailtemplates/raw_logo.png" border="0" width="115" height="110" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                 &lt;td align="right" valign="bottom" width="399"&gt;                                                            &lt;a href="http://www.rawartists.org/hollywood/catalyst" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rawartists.org/templates/rt_iridium_j15/images/city_headers/header_200.png" border="0" width="532" height="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;               &lt;/tr&gt;         &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;tr&gt;         &lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rawartists.org/images/fl/header_craft.gif" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;tr&gt;         &lt;td style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" valign="top"&gt;        &lt;a href="http://www.rawartists.org/hollywood/catalyst" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rawartists.org/components/com_rsevents/images/thumbs/4d29e953ca6f8_catalyst-feb2011_700.jpg" border="0" width="700" height="191" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;table style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="0" width="700"&gt;           &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;             &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;                 &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                   &lt;td align="left" valign="middle" width="96"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rawartists.org/images/fl/label_when.gif" width="96" height="24" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                   &lt;td align="left" valign="middle" width="584"&gt;                                                                        &lt;b&gt; Thursday, February 3, 2011 @ 8:00PM                  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                 &lt;/tr&gt;                 &lt;tr&gt;                   &lt;td align="left" valign="middle" width="96"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rawartists.org/images/fl/label_where.gif" width="96" height="24" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                   &lt;td align="left" valign="middle"&gt;   &lt;b&gt;                                                                 Playhouse | 6506 Hollywood Blvd. | Hollywood, CA 90028                  &lt;/b&gt;                   &lt;/td&gt;                 &lt;/tr&gt;                 &lt;tr&gt;                   &lt;td align="left" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rawartists.org/images/fl/label_details.gif" width="96" height="24" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                   &lt;td align="left" valign="middle"&gt;&lt;b&gt;21+ event. Cocktail attire. Tickets are $10 via presale.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                 &lt;/tr&gt;                                 &lt;tr&gt;                   &lt;td colspan="2" align="center" valign="top"&gt;                                                         &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;   &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td align="center" valign="middle"&gt;                                                                                         &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="204"&gt;                     &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                       &lt;td align="center" valign="middle" height="32"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rawartists.org/images/fl/intro_host.gif" width="190" height="50" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                     &lt;/tr&gt;                     &lt;tr&gt;                       &lt;td align="center"&gt;                        &lt;a href="http://www.rawartists.org/view-artists/userprofile/Michael+Benz+Live" target="_blank"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.rawartists.org/images/comprofiler/cb_flyerimage_6900_4d2e460f93db7.jpg" border="0" width="190" height="147" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                       &lt;/tr&gt;                     &lt;tr&gt;                       &lt;td align="center" valign="middle" height="32"&gt;Michael Benz Live&lt;/td&gt;                     &lt;/tr&gt;                   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td align="center" valign="middle"&gt;                                                                                 &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="204"&gt;                     &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                       &lt;td align="center" valign="middle" height="32"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rawartists.org/images/fl/intro_dj.gif" width="190" height="50" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                     &lt;/tr&gt;                     &lt;tr&gt;                       &lt;td align="center"&gt;                        &lt;a href="http://www.rawartists.org/view-artists/userprofile/DjFreakWest" target="_blank"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.rawartists.org/images/comprofiler/cb_flyerimage_6677_4d2e47bdb6010.jpg" border="0" width="190" height="147" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                       &lt;/tr&gt;                     &lt;tr&gt;                       &lt;td align="center" valign="middle" height="32"&gt;Dj FreakWest&lt;/td&gt;                     &lt;/tr&gt;                   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td&gt;            &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="204"&gt;                     &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                       &lt;td align="center" valign="middle" height="32"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rawartists.org/images/fl/intro_venue.gif" width="190" height="50" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                     &lt;/tr&gt;                     &lt;tr&gt;                       &lt;td align="center"&gt;                        &lt;a href="http://www.playhousehollywood.com/" target="_blank"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.rawartists.org/images/fl/ven_hollywood.jpg" border="0" width="190" height="147" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                       &lt;/tr&gt;                     &lt;tr&gt;                       &lt;td align="center" valign="middle" height="32"&gt;Playhouse&lt;/td&gt;                     &lt;/tr&gt;                   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;          &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                                                  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rawartists.org/images/fl/whatisraw_what.gif" width="330" height="50" /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      &lt;span style="text-align: justify;"&gt; RAW:natural born artists is an independent arts organization that hand-selects and spotlights independent creatives in visual art, film, fashion, music, hair &amp;amp; makeup artistry, photography, models and performing art.&lt;br /&gt;                         &lt;br /&gt;RAW's mission is to provide up-and-coming artists of all creative realms with the tools, resources and exposure needed to inspire and cultivate creativity so that they might be seen, heard and loved. RAW educates, connects and exposes emerging artists in 22 artistic communities nationwide through monthly showcase events. Join us in celebrating the work of these artists.&lt;/span&gt;                                       &lt;br /&gt;                      &lt;img src="http://www.rawartists.org/images/fl/whatisraw_expect.gif" width="330" height="50" /&gt;                 &lt;br /&gt;                      &lt;span style="text-align: justify;"&gt; RAW events are multi-faceted artistic showcases. Each event features a film screening, musical performance, fashion show, art gallery, performance art and a featured hairstylist and makeup artist. These artists are all local, hand-picked talent who have been chosen to feature at RAW.&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;RAW events are 21+ and feature a cash bar  for cocktails while you enjoy the night. Dress code is cocktail attire, so dress the occasion and get ready for an artistic circus of creativity! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                 &lt;/tr&gt;               &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                                    &lt;/td&gt;           &lt;/tr&gt;           &lt;tr&gt;             &lt;td align="center" valign="top"&gt;                          &lt;img src="http://www.rawartists.org/images/fl/label_rawheader.gif" width="450" height="50" /&gt;                          &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;                                                                                                    &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                                   &lt;td align="center" valign="middle"&gt;               &lt;table style="margin: 10px; background-color: rgb(37, 36, 36); font-size: 12px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="204"&gt;               &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                 &lt;td style="font-size: 18px; text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); line-height: 16px;" valign="middle" height="32"&gt;Fame in a Can&lt;/td&gt;               &lt;/tr&gt;               &lt;tr&gt;                 &lt;td align="center"&gt;                                                                                                                                      &lt;a href="http://www.rawartists.org/view-artists/userprofile/lennon" target="_blank"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.rawartists.org/images/comprofiler/cb_flyerimage_6449_4d2a94d437136.jpg" border="0" width="190" height="147" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                 &lt;/tr&gt;               &lt;tr&gt;                 &lt;td valign="bottom" height="32"&gt;                                                                   &lt;img src="http://www.rawartists.org/images/fl/label_photography.png" height="26" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;               &lt;/tr&gt;             &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                                 &lt;/td&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                     &lt;td align="center" valign="middle"&gt;               &lt;table style="margin: 10px; background-color: rgb(37, 36, 36); font-size: 12px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="204"&gt;               &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                 &lt;td style="font-size: 18px; text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); line-height: 16px;" valign="middle" height="32"&gt;Did It Productions&lt;/td&gt;               &lt;/tr&gt;               &lt;tr&gt;                 &lt;td align="center"&gt;                                                                                                                                      &lt;a href="http://www.rawartists.org/view-artists/userprofile/DiditPros" target="_blank"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.rawartists.org/images/comprofiler/cb_flyerimage_6486_4d261cb1f3165.jpg" border="0" width="190" height="147" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                 &lt;/tr&gt;               &lt;tr&gt;                 &lt;td valign="bottom" height="32"&gt;                                                                   &lt;img src="http://www.rawartists.org/images/fl/label_photography.png" height="26" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;               &lt;/tr&gt;             &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                                 &lt;/td&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                     &lt;td align="center" valign="middle"&gt;               &lt;table style="margin: 10px; background-color: rgb(37, 36, 36); font-size: 12px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="204"&gt;               &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                 &lt;td style="font-size: 18px; text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); line-height: 16px;" valign="middle" height="32"&gt;Madison Most&lt;/td&gt;               &lt;/tr&gt;               &lt;tr&gt;                 &lt;td align="center"&gt;                                                                                                                                      &lt;a href="http://www.rawartists.org/view-artists/userprofile/dipty87" target="_blank"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.rawartists.org/images/comprofiler/cb_flyerimage_6731_4d2b99d085396.jpg" border="0" width="190" height="147" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                 &lt;/tr&gt;               &lt;tr&gt;                 &lt;td valign="bottom" height="32"&gt;                                                                   &lt;img src="http://www.rawartists.org/images/fl/label_art.png" height="26" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;               &lt;/tr&gt;             &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                                 &lt;/td&gt;                                                                          &lt;/tr&gt;                                                                                        &lt;tr&gt;                                   &lt;td align="center" valign="middle"&gt;               &lt;table style="margin: 10px; background-color: rgb(37, 36, 36); font-size: 12px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="204"&gt;               &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                 &lt;td style="font-size: 18px; text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); line-height: 16px;" valign="middle" height="32"&gt;Brittney Yabs&lt;/td&gt;               &lt;/tr&gt;               &lt;tr&gt;                 &lt;td align="center"&gt;                                                                                                                                      &lt;a href="http://www.rawartists.org/view-artists/userprofile/Brittney+Yabs" target="_blank"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.rawartists.org/images/comprofiler/cb_flyerimage_6679_4d2a8de5165b4.jpg" border="0" width="190" height="147" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                 &lt;/tr&gt;               &lt;tr&gt;                 &lt;td valign="bottom" height="32"&gt;                                                                   &lt;img src="http://www.rawartists.org/images/fl/label_hairandmakeup.png" height="26" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;               &lt;/tr&gt;             &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                                 &lt;/td&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                     &lt;td align="center" valign="middle"&gt;               &lt;table style="margin: 10px; background-color: rgb(37, 36, 36); font-size: 12px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="204"&gt;               &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                 &lt;td style="font-size: 18px; text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); line-height: 16px;" valign="middle" height="32"&gt;Aurora&lt;/td&gt;               &lt;/tr&gt;               &lt;tr&gt;                 &lt;td align="center"&gt;                                                                                                                                      &lt;a href="http://www.rawartists.org/view-artists/userprofile/Aurora+Lady" target="_blank"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.rawartists.org/images/comprofiler/cb_flyerimage_6755_4d2b978849a55.jpg" border="0" width="190" height="147" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                 &lt;/tr&gt;               &lt;tr&gt;                 &lt;td valign="bottom" height="32"&gt;                                                                   &lt;img src="http://www.rawartists.org/images/fl/label_art.png" height="26" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;               &lt;/tr&gt;             &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                                 &lt;/td&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                     &lt;td align="center" valign="middle"&gt;               &lt;table style="margin: 10px; background-color: rgb(37, 36, 36); font-size: 12px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="204"&gt;               &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                 &lt;td style="font-size: 18px; text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); line-height: 16px;" valign="middle" height="32"&gt;Stitched Up Heart&lt;/td&gt;               &lt;/tr&gt;               &lt;tr&gt;                 &lt;td align="center"&gt;                                                                                                                                      &lt;a href="http://www.rawartists.org/view-artists/userprofile/StitchedUpHeart" target="_blank"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.rawartists.org/images/comprofiler/cb_flyerimage_6754_4d2b9899517f4.jpg" border="0" width="190" height="147" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                 &lt;/tr&gt;               &lt;tr&gt;                 &lt;td valign="bottom" height="32"&gt;                                                                   &lt;img src="http://www.rawartists.org/images/fl/label_music.png" height="26" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;               &lt;/tr&gt;             &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                                 &lt;/td&gt;                                                                          &lt;/tr&gt;                                                                                        &lt;tr&gt;                                   &lt;td align="center" valign="middle"&gt;               &lt;table style="margin: 10px; background-color: rgb(37, 36, 36); font-size: 12px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="204"&gt;               &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                 &lt;td style="font-size: 18px; text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); line-height: 16px;" valign="middle" height="32"&gt;R. Stevens Harris&lt;/td&gt;               &lt;/tr&gt;               &lt;tr&gt;                 &lt;td align="center"&gt;                                                                                                                                      &lt;a href="http://www.rawartists.org/view-artists/userprofile/RSH" target="_blank"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.rawartists.org/images/comprofiler/cb_flyerimage_6555_4d2aba2bb672f.jpg" border="0" width="190" height="147" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                 &lt;/tr&gt;               &lt;tr&gt;                 &lt;td valign="bottom" height="32"&gt;                                                                   &lt;img src="http://www.rawartists.org/images/fl/label_art.png" height="26" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;               &lt;/tr&gt;             &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                                 &lt;/td&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                     &lt;td align="center" valign="middle"&gt;               &lt;table style="margin: 10px; background-color: rgb(37, 36, 36); font-size: 12px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="204"&gt;               &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                 &lt;td style="font-size: 18px; text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); line-height: 16px;" valign="middle" height="32"&gt;Big Daddy Val&lt;/td&gt;               &lt;/tr&gt;               &lt;tr&gt;                 &lt;td align="center"&gt;                                                                                                                                      &lt;a href="http://www.rawartists.org/view-artists/userprofile/Valentinp" target="_blank"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.rawartists.org/images/comprofiler/cb_flyerimage_6707_4d2b32765ce77.jpg" border="0" width="190" height="147" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                 &lt;/tr&gt;               &lt;tr&gt;                 &lt;td valign="bottom" height="32"&gt;                                                                   &lt;img src="http://www.rawartists.org/images/fl/label_art.png" height="26" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;               &lt;/tr&gt;             &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                                 &lt;/td&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                     &lt;td align="center" valign="middle"&gt;               &lt;table style="margin: 10px; background-color: rgb(37, 36, 36); font-size: 12px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="204"&gt;               &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                 &lt;td style="font-size: 18px; text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); line-height: 16px;" valign="middle" height="32"&gt;Joy Villa&lt;/td&gt;               &lt;/tr&gt;               &lt;tr&gt;                 &lt;td align="center"&gt;                                                                                                                                      &lt;a href="http://www.rawartists.org/view-artists/userprofile/joyvilla" target="_blank"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.rawartists.org/images/comprofiler/cb_flyerimage_6490_4d2d2f89dc87a.jpg" border="0" width="190" height="147" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                 &lt;/tr&gt;               &lt;tr&gt;                 &lt;td valign="bottom" height="32"&gt;                                                                   &lt;img src="http://www.rawartists.org/images/fl/label_performingart.png" height="26" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;               &lt;/tr&gt;             &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                                 &lt;/td&gt;                                                                          &lt;/tr&gt;                                                                                        &lt;tr&gt;                                   &lt;td align="center" valign="middle"&gt;               &lt;table style="margin: 10px; background-color: rgb(37, 36, 36); font-size: 12px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="204"&gt;               &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                 &lt;td style="font-size: 18px; text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); line-height: 16px;" valign="middle" height="32"&gt;MarcoAntwon84&lt;/td&gt;               &lt;/tr&gt;               &lt;tr&gt;                 &lt;td align="center"&gt;                                                                                                                                      &lt;a href="http://www.rawartists.org/view-artists/userprofile/MarcoAntwonFunkyKreations09" target="_blank"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.rawartists.org/images/comprofiler/cb_flyerimage_6582_4d2ab3e379594.jpg" border="0" width="190" height="147" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                 &lt;/tr&gt;               &lt;tr&gt;                 &lt;td valign="bottom" height="32"&gt;                                                                   &lt;img src="http://www.rawartists.org/images/fl/label_hairandmakeup.png" height="26" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;               &lt;/tr&gt;             &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                                 &lt;/td&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                     &lt;td align="center" valign="middle"&gt;               &lt;table style="margin: 10px; background-color: rgb(37, 36, 36); font-size: 12px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="204"&gt;               &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                 &lt;td style="font-size: 18px; text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); line-height: 16px;" valign="middle" height="32"&gt;Adam Davis&lt;/td&gt;               &lt;/tr&gt;               &lt;tr&gt;                 &lt;td align="center"&gt;                                                                                                                                      &lt;a href="http://www.rawartists.org/view-artists/userprofile/AdamDavis" target="_blank"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.rawartists.org/images/comprofiler/cb_flyerimage_6788_4d2b992eed5b5.jpg" border="0" width="190" height="147" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                 &lt;/tr&gt;               &lt;tr&gt;                 &lt;td valign="bottom" height="32"&gt;                                                                   &lt;img src="http://www.rawartists.org/images/fl/label_film.png" height="26" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;               &lt;/tr&gt;             &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                                 &lt;/td&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                     &lt;td align="center" valign="middle"&gt;               &lt;table style="margin: 10px; background-color: rgb(37, 36, 36); font-size: 12px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="204"&gt;               &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                 &lt;td style="font-size: 18px; text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); line-height: 16px;" valign="middle" height="32"&gt;Jan Lim&lt;/td&gt;               &lt;/tr&gt;               &lt;tr&gt;                 &lt;td align="center"&gt;                                                                                                                                      &lt;a href="http://www.rawartists.org/view-artists/userprofile/janlim" target="_blank"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.rawartists.org/images/comprofiler/cb_flyerimage_6502_4d2b95f28f582.jpg" border="0" width="190" height="147" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                 &lt;/tr&gt;               &lt;tr&gt;                 &lt;td valign="bottom" height="32"&gt;                                                                   &lt;img src="http://www.rawartists.org/images/fl/label_photography.png" height="26" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;               &lt;/tr&gt;             &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                                 &lt;/td&gt;                                                                          &lt;/tr&gt;                                                                                        &lt;tr&gt;                                   &lt;td align="center" valign="middle"&gt;               &lt;table style="margin: 10px; background-color: rgb(37, 36, 36); font-size: 12px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="204"&gt;               &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                 &lt;td style="font-size: 18px; text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); line-height: 16px;" valign="middle" height="32"&gt;morgan gehris&lt;/td&gt;               &lt;/tr&gt;               &lt;tr&gt;                 &lt;td align="center"&gt;                                                                                                                                      &lt;a href="http://www.rawartists.org/view-artists/userprofile/morgangehris" target="_blank"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.rawartists.org/images/comprofiler/cb_flyerimage_6850_4d2b9b8ef003d.jpg" border="0" width="190" height="147" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                 &lt;/tr&gt;               &lt;tr&gt;                 &lt;td valign="bottom" height="32"&gt;                                                                   &lt;img src="http://www.rawartists.org/images/fl/label_art.png" height="26" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;               &lt;/tr&gt;             &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                                 &lt;/td&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                     &lt;td align="center" valign="middle"&gt;               &lt;table style="margin: 10px; background-color: rgb(37, 36, 36); font-size: 12px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="204"&gt;               &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                 &lt;td style="font-size: 18px; text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); line-height: 16px;" valign="middle" height="32"&gt;SwimwearBYCuria&lt;/td&gt;               &lt;/tr&gt;               &lt;tr&gt;                 &lt;td align="center"&gt;                                                                                                                                      &lt;a href="http://www.rawartists.org/view-artists/userprofile/curia" target="_blank"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.rawartists.org/images/comprofiler/cb_flyerimage_6487_4d2b9aaa96e49.jpg" border="0" width="190" height="147" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                 &lt;/tr&gt;               &lt;tr&gt;                 &lt;td valign="bottom" height="32"&gt;                                                                   &lt;img src="http://www.rawartists.org/images/fl/label_fashion.png" height="26" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;               &lt;/tr&gt;             &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                                 &lt;/td&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                     &lt;td align="center" valign="middle"&gt;               &lt;table style="margin: 10px; background-color: rgb(37, 36, 36); font-size: 12px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="204"&gt;               &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                 &lt;td style="font-size: 18px; text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); line-height: 16px;" valign="middle" height="32"&gt;Bob Kent&lt;/td&gt;               &lt;/tr&gt;               &lt;tr&gt;                 &lt;td align="center"&gt;                                                                                                                                      &lt;a href="http://www.rawartists.org/view-artists/userprofile/rhampics" target="_blank"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.rawartists.org/images/comprofiler/cb_flyerimage_6512_4d2a961b0eb0c.jpg" border="0" width="190" height="147" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                 &lt;/tr&gt;               &lt;tr&gt;                 &lt;td valign="bottom" height="32"&gt;                                                                   &lt;img src="http://www.rawartists.org/images/fl/label_art.png" height="26" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;               &lt;/tr&gt;             &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                                 &lt;/td&gt;                                                                          &lt;/tr&gt;                                                                                        &lt;tr&gt;                                   &lt;td align="center" valign="middle"&gt;               &lt;table style="margin: 10px; background-color: rgb(37, 36, 36); font-size: 12px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="204"&gt;               &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                 &lt;td style="font-size: 18px; text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); line-height: 16px;" valign="middle" height="32"&gt;Nylon Pink&lt;/td&gt;               &lt;/tr&gt;               &lt;tr&gt;                 &lt;td align="center"&gt;                                                                                                                                      &lt;a href="http://www.rawartists.org/view-artists/userprofile/nylonpink1" target="_blank"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.rawartists.org/images/comprofiler/cb_flyerimage_6746_4d2b5aa1ada06.jpg" border="0" width="190" height="147" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                 &lt;/tr&gt;               &lt;tr&gt;                 &lt;td valign="bottom" height="32"&gt;                                                                   &lt;img src="http://www.rawartists.org/images/fl/label_music.png" height="26" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;               &lt;/tr&gt;             &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                                 &lt;/td&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                     &lt;td align="center" valign="middle"&gt;               &lt;table style="margin: 10px; background-color: rgb(37, 36, 36); font-size: 12px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="204"&gt;               &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                 &lt;td style="font-size: 18px; text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); line-height: 16px;" valign="middle" height="32"&gt;Melissa May Curtis&lt;/td&gt;               &lt;/tr&gt;               &lt;tr&gt;                 &lt;td align="center"&gt;                                                                                                                                      &lt;a href="http://www.rawartists.org/view-artists/userprofile/amcurtis77" target="_blank"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.rawartists.org/images/comprofiler/cb_flyerimage_6748_4d2b9a818d9bc.jpg" border="0" width="190" height="147" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                 &lt;/tr&gt;               &lt;tr&gt;                 &lt;td valign="bottom" height="32"&gt;                                                                   &lt;img src="http://www.rawartists.org/images/fl/label_art.png" height="26" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;               &lt;/tr&gt;             &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                                 &lt;/td&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                     &lt;td align="center" valign="middle"&gt;               &lt;table style="margin: 10px; background-color: rgb(37, 36, 36); font-size: 12px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="204"&gt;               &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                 &lt;td style="font-size: 18px; text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); line-height: 16px;" valign="middle" height="32"&gt;Annonymity&lt;/td&gt;               &lt;/tr&gt;               &lt;tr&gt;                 &lt;td align="center"&gt;                                                                                                                                      &lt;a href="http://www.rawartists.org/view-artists/userprofile/colleenpatterson" target="_blank"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.rawartists.org/images/comprofiler/cb_flyerimage_6683_4d2cadfab6e03.jpg" border="0" width="190" height="147" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                 &lt;/tr&gt;               &lt;tr&gt;                 &lt;td valign="bottom" height="32"&gt;                                                                   &lt;img src="http://www.rawartists.org/images/fl/label_fashion.png" height="26" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;               &lt;/tr&gt;             &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                                 &lt;/td&gt;                                                                          &lt;/tr&gt;                                                                                        &lt;tr&gt;                                   &lt;td align="center" valign="middle"&gt;               &lt;table style="margin: 10px; background-color: rgb(37, 36, 36); font-size: 12px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="204"&gt;               &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                 &lt;td style="font-size: 18px; text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); line-height: 16px;" valign="middle" height="32"&gt;Kim Barry&lt;/td&gt;               &lt;/tr&gt;               &lt;tr&gt;                 &lt;td align="center"&gt;                                                                                                                                      &lt;a href="http://www.rawartists.org/view-artists/userprofile/kimbarry" target="_blank"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.rawartists.org/images/comprofiler/cb_flyerimage_6665_4d2b9ae9a2559.jpg" border="0" width="190" height="147" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                 &lt;/tr&gt;               &lt;tr&gt;                 &lt;td valign="bottom" height="32"&gt;                                                                   &lt;img src="http://www.rawartists.org/images/fl/label_art.png" height="26" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;               &lt;/tr&gt;             &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                                 &lt;/td&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                     &lt;td align="center" valign="middle"&gt;               &lt;table style="margin: 10px; background-color: rgb(37, 36, 36); font-size: 12px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="204"&gt;               &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                 &lt;td style="font-size: 18px; text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); line-height: 16px;" valign="middle" height="32"&gt;Sy Clark MAKEUP ARTIST&lt;/td&gt;               &lt;/tr&gt;               &lt;tr&gt;                 &lt;td align="center"&gt;                                                                                                                                      &lt;a href="http://www.rawartists.org/view-artists/userprofile/SyClark+MAKEUPARTIST" target="_blank"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.rawartists.org/images/comprofiler/cb_flyerimage_1962_4d2ad3690223d.jpg" border="0" width="190" height="147" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                 &lt;/tr&gt;               &lt;tr&gt;                 &lt;td valign="bottom" height="32"&gt;                                                                   &lt;img src="http://www.rawartists.org/images/fl/label_art.png" height="26" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;               &lt;/tr&gt;             &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                                 &lt;/td&gt;                                                                                                                                     &lt;/tr&gt;                        &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                                     &lt;/td&gt;                                                       &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                             &lt;/td&gt;       &lt;/tr&gt;              &lt;tr&gt;         &lt;td&gt;           &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rawartists.org/hollywood/catalyst" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rawartists.org/images/fl/footer_catalyst.jpg" border="0" width="700" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;         &lt;td style="padding: 10px; text-align: center; font-size: 10px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); background-color: rgb(57, 180, 74);" align="center"&gt;RAWartists.org is powered by &lt;a href="http://www.solar2web.com/" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" target="_blank"&gt;Solar2Web.com's&lt;/a&gt; 100% Solar Powered Hosting Facility!&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;           &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's called RAW Hollywood, and I'm putting together a lot of new and not-yet-shown work for it. I'm really excited because this is the first showcase I've been chosen for, and there is SO MUCH going on! It's a one-night only event, and I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The artists met up last night at the venue, and I was really impressed. The club is really large, and everyone seems to be really accommodating of ideas and super friendly. I'm normally a pretty reserved person when I enter a situation, but the energy was so positive that I was giddy, smilely, and even made a new friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can purchase tickets for the showcase &lt;a href="http://www.rawartists.org/hollywood/catalyst"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; until January 30th.  They are $10. When you click over, make sure you drop-down on my name. So many rules! When you come out, be sure to say hello to me. I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-8068385213644663925?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/8068385213644663925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=8068385213644663925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/8068385213644663925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/8068385213644663925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/01/event-raw-hollywood.html' title='Event: RAW Hollywood!'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-8991364510414787561</id><published>2011-01-18T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T19:40:21.329-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what I wore'/><title type='text'>What I Wore 1.18.2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I was sent this dress by my friend &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/missalphabet"&gt;Miss Alphabet&lt;/a&gt;, all I could think about was when I was going to wash it, because I never wanted to take it off! She uses fabrics that move with you. I'm talking REALLY move, like I could eat two cheeseburgers and not feel cinched in. Not that I would. Veggie burgers, probably. Am I asking myself to step up??! I'll let you know in ten pounds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TTZDraK837I/AAAAAAAABj4/J1IV7kDLyX0/s1600/dress1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TTZDraK837I/AAAAAAAABj4/J1IV7kDLyX0/s400/dress1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563708802701516722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I couldn't help thinking that this dress is wild--it's something special that two of my friends in particular would appreciate. I phoned them both up and asked if they'd like to be part of a Blogger Dress Challenge--each of us would style the dress and do a separate What I Wore post. They were both game! I'll let you know when their posts go up in the coming weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TTZDqxnL5AI/AAAAAAAABjw/tSVqenUZdJQ/s1600/dress2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TTZDqxnL5AI/AAAAAAAABjw/tSVqenUZdJQ/s400/dress2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563708791814087682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I did it up the best way I know how--traditional Aurora elements like big shoes, scarves, and fishnets. I usually try to casual-up a dress, so I went for my old reliable jean jacket. I'm looking for another one at a thrift store, so I can cut off the sleeves and use it like a vest. Jean jackets are crazy! I almost never wear jeans on my lower half, but I don't know what I did before I had a jean jacket. It goes with everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TTZDqc8WAfI/AAAAAAAABjo/Qjw-pChyhs0/s1600/dress3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TTZDqc8WAfI/AAAAAAAABjo/Qjw-pChyhs0/s400/dress3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563708786265686514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also hiked up the skirt with a belt (I am petrified of looking stumpy and an easy way to combat this, I'm convinced, is a tall heel with a lot of leg). This gave the skirt some extra flare as well. So fun when I spin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TTZDqGiUEtI/AAAAAAAABjg/fAScDk6pqCU/s1600/dress5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TTZDqGiUEtI/AAAAAAAABjg/fAScDk6pqCU/s400/dress5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563708780250927826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dress: &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/56720425/miss-alphabet-pink-green-polka-dot"&gt;Miss Alphabet&lt;/a&gt; via Etsy, $70&lt;br /&gt;Boots: Sam Edelman from Zappos, $199&lt;br /&gt;Fishnets: from a Halloween store in Hollywood; $4&lt;br /&gt;Jacket: Gap from The Goodwill in Visalia; $4.99&lt;br /&gt;Scarves: From St. Vincent's Thrift; $1 each&lt;br /&gt;Buttons: Haruki Murakami, gift. &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/15533131/aurora-armijo-and-mymy-artist"&gt;MY MY Collaboration button&lt;/a&gt;, $5.00. Paperchase button, $.50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be doing What I Wore posts on the regular from now on. One of my new years goals was to keep a blogging schedule. Here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-8991364510414787561?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/8991364510414787561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=8991364510414787561&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/8991364510414787561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/8991364510414787561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-i-wore-1182011.html' title='What I Wore 1.18.2011'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TTZDraK837I/AAAAAAAABj4/J1IV7kDLyX0/s72-c/dress1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-668360882781192346</id><published>2011-01-09T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T18:40:01.233-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Boys Don't Date Girls With Dead Mothers.</title><content type='html'>I met my friend Beth when I moved to Los Angeles awhile ago. She's been, from the start, a great friend--listening to every boy problem, going on girl dates, letting me steal her internet and crash on her floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth also happens to be a brilliant filmmaker. If you check her out, you can read about her projects, which have been shown in festivals all over the world. She's done work for National Geographic, the Smithsonian, NPR, and the New York Historical Society. I'm writing this, through, to draw your attention to something that she's been working on for the past year or so--her baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The film is called, "Boys Don't Date Girls with Dead Mothers", and it centers around Beth's own experience with losing her mother to breast cancer when she was in her teens. Beth ended up being her mother's caretaker until she passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth's put together a trailer and a heavily detailed outline of the film's game plan--she's seeking funding in order to make it available to kids who have to deal with similar situations, and help them through it. It's a courageous, beautiful project, and I can't tell you enough how important I think it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth has put together a Kickstarter project. She's reaching the tail end of her time to reach her goal (22 days to go!), and I wanted to make sure that I did whatever I could to get the word out. I know how much time, effort, and money Beth has already thrown into this, and want to see it come to fruition because I know that it can help other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth needs your help. Check out her trailer, and if you can, contribute and know that you are doing something that doesn't just forward the making of a project, but will directly affect those who are going through a very difficult time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm including the&lt;a href="http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/498193224/boys-dont-date-girls-with-dead-mothers"&gt; Kickstarter link here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll thank you in advance for checking it out, and for your generosity. It means so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-668360882781192346?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/668360882781192346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=668360882781192346&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/668360882781192346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/668360882781192346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/01/girls-dont-date-girls-with-dead-mothers.html' title='Boys Don&apos;t Date Girls With Dead Mothers.'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-7303223278570600431</id><published>2011-01-06T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T17:38:05.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wear it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TSZiP8lme8I/AAAAAAAABjU/l2i3C4dAnss/s1600/PICT0076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 418px; height: 328px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TSZiP8lme8I/AAAAAAAABjU/l2i3C4dAnss/s400/PICT0076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559238816136854466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A new year means new goals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago, I wrote down a list of 30 things I wanted to accomplish in 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always relied on lists, but this was the first time I posted one up in my workspace. I took a few hours to go through my desk and materials, getting rid of and organizing paper, ink, pencils, paint, and other necessities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made sure my favorite reference materials were within reaching distance. I put up pictures of lovely things. I made sure there was a candle and matches nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited about putting things out into the universe. I keep reading that so many people don't know what to say when others ask, "What's up?", and that's a prime opportunity to share what you love and are working on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's that mean? It means CHANGES. I'm going for details--I'll be setting up this blog a bit differently (re: I'm getting serious about it), posting tutorials, detailing the process of the projects I'm working on, and letting you get to know me a bit better. I've been pretty guarded with my journal because of leading a corporate past. No more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;It's businesstime, homies! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day since my massive organizational/goal overhaul has brought me new insight and opportunities. I'm keeping my eyes wide open! If you haven't already, say hello to me. Tell me what you love and loathe, let me know where you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so, so happy you are reading and letting me share my dream, and, consequentially, my reality with you. We're in this together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-7303223278570600431?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/7303223278570600431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=7303223278570600431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/7303223278570600431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/7303223278570600431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-means-new-goals.html' title='Wear it.'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TSZiP8lme8I/AAAAAAAABjU/l2i3C4dAnss/s72-c/PICT0076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-4290825842488441905</id><published>2011-01-05T16:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T17:19:32.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair Wars!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TSUHRZvZdcI/AAAAAAAABjE/s7IznKOjlM4/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 385px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TSUHRZvZdcI/AAAAAAAABjE/s7IznKOjlM4/s400/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558857310607603138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not totally sure, but I might have that SAD thing. Short Winter days are a total bummer, and since changing careers I've had to change my schedule, my lifestyle, my spending habits. All this, during the Winter, which during the past few weeks in Los Angeles has meant torrential rain! Kiss of death! It's enough to make you want to blog from bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things I've had to sacrifice is going to see my usual hairstylist, Nikki, whom I absolutely adore. She's talented, cute, and can muse over karaoke choices. What a lady! She is, however, very popular and tough to get an appointment with. And, not to mention, I just don't have the skrill to be spending like I used to. She's not even THAT expensive, you know? I'm just regulating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll admit it--I haven't seen her in about seven months, and my hair was a total wreck. I kept cutting the bangs with a razor in the bathroom, and pinning up the back so no-one could spy how wacky things had gotten. I stopped feeling punk rock and started feeling like a schlub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I decided that it was time to throw in the towel. I wanted to see MY LADY, but I knew money was going to play a factor. I promised myself I would see her when things change, and then started looking through Yelp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I stumbled upon Manic Panic Salon in Highland Park. What the heck? Like, THE Manic Panic? From New York? The Manic Panic that had me stripping my hair and dying it in junior high? They had stellar reviews, are right down the street, and their prices were, well, cheap. It's been a long time since I've done cheap with hair. But I didn't have much of an alternative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TSUHRAqKRzI/AAAAAAAABi8/VW6CalPf2qk/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 347px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TSUHRAqKRzI/AAAAAAAABi8/VW6CalPf2qk/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558857303874750258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called this morning, and expected to book an appointment in about a week. Instead, Laura fit me in for today, so long as I could be there in half an hour. Heck. Yes. I was about to experience relief from my Hair War!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TSUHQ7okN2I/AAAAAAAABi0/HoAmST4Xn80/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TSUHQ7okN2I/AAAAAAAABi0/HoAmST4Xn80/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558857302525884258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to understand how dire the situation was. My hair is thick and kinky. I have a dry scalp, and my hair is crying from being dyed over and over again. It grows unevenly all over my head. It had gotten to the point that I usually wear a hat out in public. When I get my hair cut, I feel the need to explain that all of this is going on, and then wince, hoping that the stylist can refrain from giving me looks of disgust in the mirror (yes, this has happened).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to grow my hair out, but I knew that I would have to lose some length in order to get my weave healthy again. I told Laura to just do what she needed to do. Just make me look like less of a hood rat, please. I know you've got your work cut out for you. Whaaa whaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half an hour later, I was laughing along with this lady as she told me about shows and fights. Ugh, Laura could totally be my friend! She took her time cutting and hooked me up with a free blow-dry. I could not believe I had a hairSTYLE again. It felt SO GOOD when she finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kicker was when I stood up and my hair swung! I haven't had swing-y hair in ages--I always lop it off before it gets long enough- and it caught me by surprise. It smelled great. Laura gave me a cute little asymmetrical a-line bob, and I told her I finally felt like a lady again. "Well, hopefully not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt; much of a lady," she responded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TSUHQ43sVSI/AAAAAAAABis/Uom1QlFjy1w/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TSUHQ43sVSI/AAAAAAAABis/Uom1QlFjy1w/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558857301784024354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not believe this cut.  Get an appointment in the morning on a weekday, so Laura can give you a ton of attention. Bring change for parking (it's L.A., I can't believe I'm even writing that...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, my hair is smooth and doesn't resemble a mushroom. The Hair War (for now) is over!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-4290825842488441905?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/4290825842488441905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=4290825842488441905&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/4290825842488441905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/4290825842488441905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/01/hair-wars.html' title='Hair Wars!'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TSUHRZvZdcI/AAAAAAAABjE/s7IznKOjlM4/s72-c/5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-2409848751864025211</id><published>2011-01-05T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T15:44:14.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years Eve at The Vertigo Hotel.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TST7EtG516I/AAAAAAAABiE/Jy5qM9X3d4s/s1600/09%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TST7EtG516I/AAAAAAAABiE/Jy5qM9X3d4s/s400/09%2Bcopy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558843898328635298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On New Years Eve, we went to San Francisco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Ben got the call about playing at Bottom Of The Hill, I promptly called Jenn. She's only a three hour drive from Fresno, so it's about the closest we'd get to each other. She agreed to meet us up there and we got started planning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, we were planning the wrong things. Our friend Dana booked her hotel right away--that smarty!-- and Ben finally brought it to my attention that, uh, we'd better get something soon. We started calling and found that even though we were months away from New Years, hotels were getting filled quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hopped on Kayak.com for the first time, and decided cheap and easy was the way to go. They had a listing for The Vertigo Hotel, and I looked through their website. Theme? Check. Clean? Check. Available? Check. Will take our Triple A discount? Check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We booked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenn and I had time to spend in the room while Ben was doing sound check. I don't stay in many hotels, and the first thing I do is scour the place when I end up in one. I am most frightened of needles hidden in the mattress, and I check through the bed before I actually commit to laying in it. It's annoying, but I swear there's going to be a time where someone says, "Thank you, Aurora, for checking for needles. You are so thoughtful."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No needles, but the place did have framed Hitchcock posters, white linens, and horse head lamps. Lovely! My favorite, though, was the shower, which was so modern that I had to call the front desk to ask how to operate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Um, this might be the stupidest question you've ever gotten..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Front Desk: "How do you turn on the shower?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Yes! That's it! Can you tell me?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Front Desk: "It would be weirder if you came in already knowing how to use it. We get that all the time!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shower was worth the questioning--perfect pressure, and stayed hot! I was bummed when I had to get out because I was getting grossly prune-y. I was stoked again, however, when I wrapped up in the plush white robe hanging in the mirrored closet. Peace out, bros, I'm going to hang with my awesome robe. Zsa Zsa,  you can come on over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TSTurus4K8I/AAAAAAAABh0/HG04FHxJMeU/s1600/PICT0031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TSTurus4K8I/AAAAAAAABh0/HG04FHxJMeU/s400/PICT0031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558830275120081858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenn and I were putting on our New Years faces when Ben came in, concerned. Panic ensued while Ben explained that he had overheard some hotel patrons talking to the front desk--apparently the hotel valet was leaving at seven pm and after that, we wouldn't be able to enter and leave at will with our vehicle...which was the whole reason we shelled out $40 upon checking-in,  for this silly hotel valet service. We confirmed this--total bummer, and we felt a little ripped off--and then hatched an alternative plan. The front desk had not been informed about the valet's schedule and I felt bad for them, imagining the barrage of angry people on New Years Eve. They didn't offer to compensate us, but we didn't ask either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TSTurc-YdJI/AAAAAAAABhs/bZp7HGHFmXo/s1600/PICT0019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TSTurc-YdJI/AAAAAAAABhs/bZp7HGHFmXo/s400/PICT0019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558830270361662610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenn left to San Jose right after the show. Too soon! I miss that little scamp. Ben noticed that the bed was fold-out, not a regular mattress. This didn't bother me, because it didn't have needles in it. When we came in, I was so partied out I could have slept on rocks, so long as they were warm and clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am totally in my early thirties, and this trip confirmed it. I cannot do roach motels anymore. I breathed an audible sigh of relief when I woke up, went downstairs, and found the gourmet coffee station in the lobby. I drank one beer and one water on purpose, so I wouldn't have to deal with the inconvenience of a hangover in a town I don't know that well. The aesthetics and cleanliness of The Vertigo outweighed the potential valet problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really happy we stayed here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-2409848751864025211?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/2409848751864025211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=2409848751864025211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/2409848751864025211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/2409848751864025211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-years-eve-at-vertigo-hotel.html' title='New Years Eve at The Vertigo Hotel.'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TST7EtG516I/AAAAAAAABiE/Jy5qM9X3d4s/s72-c/09%2Bcopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-5018844702955591061</id><published>2010-12-21T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T09:32:02.117-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ben'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='los angeles'/><title type='text'>Magic Castle Adventure!</title><content type='html'>There's a special place in Hollywood called &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.magiccastle.com"&gt;The Magic Castle&lt;/a&gt;. I hadn't heard of it til a few months ago--and quickly became obsessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We happened to pass by it while driving around. It was a castle set on a hill, lit up and shimmering. Immediately, I asked Ben, "What is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me all about it. It's an exclusive club for magicians. It's tough to get in to, unless you know someone, and primarly open in the evenings for shows. The dress code is stringent--cocktail and formal wear only!--and it's notoriously mysterious and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben has been in Los Angeles for ten years, and I was surprised to learn that he had never gone to The Magic Castle. Really, Mr. L.A.? It was hard to believe that the dude who's done everything hadn't done that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became fixated. With Ben's birthday coming up. I knew I had to find a way to get us in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TRGTUiZ3M5I/AAAAAAAABhI/X6wK10NvtJ8/s1600/PICT0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TRGTUiZ3M5I/AAAAAAAABhI/X6wK10NvtJ8/s400/PICT0023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553381796566479762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asking questions pays off! One of Ben's friends was related to a Castle member, and kindly hooked us up. She put up with all of my questions (yeah--this is what happens when I'm totally excited), and because of her generosity I was able to make a dinner reservation for four. Score!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TRGRkb7AIJI/AAAAAAAABhA/u8hSVeeElGg/s1600/PICT0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TRGRkb7AIJI/AAAAAAAABhA/u8hSVeeElGg/s400/PICT0005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553379870681079954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't tell Ben where we were going on his birthday, but I did let his best friend, Chuck, know, as he was going to be in on the game plan. When Chuck came by to pick us up, we were dressed--thrift store Calvin Klein evening gown and tuxedo blazer for me, and a Levi's Action Suit for Ben--and ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TRGRkJ2PJdI/AAAAAAAABg4/pe7vRmPRHT8/s1600/PICT0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TRGRkJ2PJdI/AAAAAAAABg4/pe7vRmPRHT8/s400/PICT0007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553379865829254610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was monsoon raining, and we hoofed it to the car, and drove off to get &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Mediterranean food. After stuffing ourselves with hummus and falafel, chicken and rice, we finally made it over to Hollywood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TRGRjtp_pSI/AAAAAAAABgw/8ickXsuKYDc/s1600/PICT0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TRGRjtp_pSI/AAAAAAAABgw/8ickXsuKYDc/s400/PICT0011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553379858261714210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so excited about Ben seeing where we were going that I was nearly  bursting at the seams. Seeing his face light up when he saw &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;which&lt;/span&gt; driveway we were taking when we got to that hill just about made me cry. Success! I love a good surprise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TRGRjdrI8VI/AAAAAAAABgo/OJcoK788v8M/s1600/PICT0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TRGRjdrI8VI/AAAAAAAABgo/OJcoK788v8M/s400/PICT0018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553379853971550546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a little confusion while checking in, but nothing the maitre d' couldn't set straight. We ended up getting in without a cover or a show charge. Certainly, the fates were aligning for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm certain that we looked overwhelmed, because one of the members offered to give us a tour of the place straightaway. He was patient while we got our drinks and then proceeded to tell us the history of the place while stepping through staircase and hallway and bar and theatre. The place is loaded with anecdotes and you can hear people laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The energy was so positive and electric that it really did seem, well, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;magical&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TRGRjA84EPI/AAAAAAAABgg/6LOpuWq2bSw/s1600/PICT0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 326px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TRGRjA84EPI/AAAAAAAABgg/6LOpuWq2bSw/s400/PICT0021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553379846261313778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(You aren't allowed to take pictures at The Magic Castle, so these were what I could put together: our outfits from the evening.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up seeing a total of three shows. During the first one I was asked to assist, and I think the magician ended up regretting it ("Do you watch soap operas?" "...No..." What's your favorite movie?" "Clueless"). Imagine my surprise, when, during the second show, Shari Lewis' daughter Mallory and freakin' LAMB CHOP came out onto the stage. I'll spare you the theatrics of my fangirldom, but let's just say I was quietly melting in my seat, thanking the universe over and over for letting this work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if we'll ever have the opportunity to go back, but I'm so glad we got to go. It's definitely a uniquely Los Angeles experience, and that's what we really love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-5018844702955591061?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/5018844702955591061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=5018844702955591061&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/5018844702955591061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/5018844702955591061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2010/12/magic-castle-adventure.html' title='Magic Castle Adventure!'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TRGTUiZ3M5I/AAAAAAAABhI/X6wK10NvtJ8/s72-c/PICT0023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-682207282861409608</id><published>2010-12-20T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T21:23:47.500-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>Lick The Star</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cn6W65Nq5FQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cn6W65Nq5FQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i2jjIyweXE4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i2jjIyweXE4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I haven't seen this sooner--I'm not a huge Sofia Coppola fan, but I do love stories about teens and anything remotely related to Flowers In The Attic. I think I could watch this over and over again and it would satiate my 15-year old girl heart (still very much in tact, and something I am trying to preserve).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/554456028751185905-682207282861409608?l=lestroismois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/feeds/682207282861409608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=554456028751185905&amp;postID=682207282861409608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/682207282861409608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/554456028751185905/posts/default/682207282861409608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lestroismois.blogspot.com/2010/12/lick-star.html' title='Lick The Star'/><author><name>Aurora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05271252426958264467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/SNqjXcmFvEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5GXZTX19yoM/S220/2794668344_75fcc0a5b4_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-554456028751185905.post-509544507977105510</id><published>2010-12-15T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T20:57:50.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ostrich Farm Adventure!</title><content type='html'>During Thanksgiving, Ben and I drove to Arizona to spend time with my sister and nephew. Aside from grazing over an amazing dinner, cuddling, and watching Elf, we traveled over to the &lt;a href="www.roostercogburn.com"&gt;Rooster Cogburn Ostrich Farm&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hosts had been to the farm before, and it didn't take much arm twisting to get us out there. I'd never seen an ostrich in person and was floored by their size--easily towering over me. I had been warned that the ostrich were not shy, and that was an understatement. We went in holding feed and their necks jammed over to my cup, and their peaks (truly prehistoric looking!) clasped at the goodies. These guys were not messing around! You could feel the force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TQlCuh8F96I/AAAAAAAABfI/lJiKh9oPjC4/s1600/photo%25288%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1vA1fMRJEPQ/TQlCuh8F96I/AAAAAAAABfI/lJiKh9oPjC4/s400/photo%25288%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551041382862682018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also fed the ostriches oranges. This was one of the more bizarre  moments that has since burned it's memory in my mind. Ostriches eat  things whole, so you could watch the wedge of orange slide down their  necks, like a snake. The experience made me immensely grateful that I  have teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a smaller area for deer--far more docile and sweet. You can guess which one was my spirit animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {
