gotta love that craigslist

i finally met a nice young fellow i'd been emailing on and off with for the past few weeks. he wasn't the least bit scary, and i found him very interesting as a person. it was refreshing to meet someone new who i could carry on a conversation with from the moment we sat down for dinner. it wasn't awkward in my opinion, and of course these things can take the turn for the worse within seconds of setting eyes upon one another. he certainly didnt make me want to hail a cab and ditch him like that last CL date i went on last summer with the black fed-ex working-child having-lied about his age-republican dude--in fact, it was quite the opposite... i think that my craigslist date wanted to ditch me, because he seemed to want to get the check and run, and then he said he had an ill friend up the street that he had to bring soup to...(at like 10 at night..., and i don't think he had a can of campbells in his back pocket) in fact, i think that i used that line once to get away from someone, so i must admit, i took that as a sign that i'll probably never see him again, even though i'd really like to.

maybe he was telling the truth. who knows. but i wouldn't mind getting to know him better. i'm a sucker for a cute smart young man in glasses. god i love boys in glasses...

anywhoo, i did my usual google image search for my blogging inspirational photo and i loved this photo. i hope that it made you ROFLMAOLOLOLOLOL. because i rolled on the floor when i saw it!

glasses!

so, i have decided that my new favorite thing for 2007 will be new glasses. i want 9 pairs of glasses by the end of the year. i had brunch with two of my favorite people today, and one of my friends girlfriends is an accessories editor.she was at brunch too, and she is awesome...i'm going to *make* her be my friend (she just doesn't know it yet) haha.

anywhoo, she took me to the most awesome store ever, that had drawers and drawers full of beautiful vintage frames. metallic frames, cat eyes, square, oval, rhinestones... i could have spent hours there. and i decided to buy these. theyre super cute... i stuck with my signature design-nerd black frame, but these are awesome because they are a little bolder and they have two gold stars on the tips.

i can't wait to put lenses in them. right now, theyre mocking me because i can't wear them!

the next glasses that i'm on the hunt for are kelly green frames.

glasses are the new earrings baby! glasses are my new passion.

Tuesdays are for brunch

Angelina is coming over today, and we're going to make a mid day feast. I see it as a celebration of sorts to us both reuniting with the working world.

I have two lovely steaks marinating in a medley of worchestshersshererire(sp!), olive oil, fresh garlic, thyme, cumin, fresh lime juice, and white pepper. the steaks will will be broiled around 2pm today, and will be accompanied by Ang's famous scalloped potatoes, and some sort of veggie. I'm thinking sauteed spinach, or broccoli, or both!

For dessert, we will have an afternoon viewing of Marie Antoinette, that my little mailman should be dropping off at some point today. It came out on DVD today! Woot, and I feel so priveledged to know that I will be taking the virginity of this brand spankin new netflix dvd.

And that is how I will spend the last day before I go back to cube land. Certainly didn't last as long as I thought that it was, and I didn't freak out as much as I did last year this time.

wahoooooo.

No, 0, 0, 0,0, No

So far, here are a few lovely things about not working:

1. i can pick any washing machine i want!!! the laundromat was empty, and it it didn't take up half of my saturday
2. the sun shines in my apartment all day long. i don't think i ever realized how much sun my place gets. pozzocat is one lucky cat...he suns himself all day long.
3. the trains are empty! i can always get a seat!
4. i can watch oprah (although she doesn't have enough drama anymore...so that's what dr. phil at 3pm is for)
5. i can listen to NPR all day and not get my radio shows interrupted by phone calls, or people swinging by my desk
6. i can drink beer at 4pm!!! (don't worry, it won't become a habit!)
7. i can cook my own breakfast and lunch. No more spending money on that stuff, and I've saved a lot of money so far by not filling up my cafeteria meal plan card
8. walks during the day are much needed, and nice. i don't know when the last time i got fresh air in the middle of the day was!!!
9. I can also pick any treadmill that I want, and no lines for machines! (well, this I am only imagining, since I haven't gone to the gym as promised yet. It's just been too damn cold to phathom going somewhere, and leaving with my pores all open from sweat.)

Tomorrow, I'm going to cut out the pattern for a jumper that Violette gave me. (more on that tomorrow)
I haven't perfected sewing yet, so i am going to do a trial run on a very cheap 2 yards of fabric that I got from JoAnn's when I was at home for Xmas. The last shirt that I made turned out to be a failure, and it hurt even more because the fabric was so pretty! So I promised myself that next time, I will make a "comp" first, and then I will move on to the real thing.

Well, there is little Pozzo sunning himself. My crappycannon conked out on me, so this picture is courtesty of my laptop camera.

what are they saying?

i was at a design nerd judging for a very secret design nerd society all weekend long. i had to wake up at 630 am on saturday and sunday... haven't done such a horrible thing, with the intention of being productive all day long, since (i kid you not) high school. it totally fucked with my sleeping schedule, and after just waking up from a nap, i feel all cloudy, like i just got off of a plane from somewhere.

anyways, this design nerd judging got me thinking about something. do you ever wonder what people say about you when youre not around, yet easily identifiable? this weekend really made me wonder. so many conversations that i had started with things like:

"you see the guy in the grey sweater.... thats ____ _______ he's the design director at _______, and he's pretty cool"

or

"that's ____ ______, and i've heard things about her. i interviewed with her once, and she never got back to me. but i also heard that she abuses her assistants by making them sell her personal shit on ebay, so i really don't think i'd want to work for her anyway"

well, yesterday i intentionally wore a bright red dress. i woke up at the ass crack of dawn and threw it on. i totally did it on purpose. a bright, fire engine red, christmas-looking, sweater dress. and why? i did admit to doing it, in hopes of being noticed. and i totally was. an old man security gaurd caught me this morning and said "were you the one wearing that red dress yesterday?... today you look like a pretty school girl, and yesterday you looked like a woman, which are you?" ...because, today, after being hungover and tired, i wasn't trying to throw on another dress, and instead wore a contrasting outfit consisting of a black shirt, black scarf, black jeans, and converse. i can see why he was puzzled. i'm sure i looked like a totally different person.

i also knew i took a risk, because i could have stood out so much and reminded someone that i sucked when i worked for them, and then i'd be easy(-er) to point out...or i could have been easy(-er) to be pointed out as "that's elliette, she worked with us a few months... shes very talented"... or whatever nice things people say about others in little gossip sessions.

anywhoo... i'm saying all of this to say, it just really makes me wonder what people say about me when i'm not around. even amongst my friends. how am i really viewed? people tell me i'm funny, and nice, and that i have a great sense of style... with my obnoxiously bright clothes. but what do they say behind my back? within my circle of friends, i often wonder if i have some weird personality quirk that everyone sees but me. and within the design-nerd world, i wonder what all of my bosses ever REALLY thought of me--when they tell me to my face "you'll end up somewhere great... you have a great book". but what do they REALLY think? what secrets do they share amongst themselves, that they would never tell me to my face, that i would never know about, and therefore never be able to change?

no one wants to admit it, but its just human nature to gossip, even about the people in our lives that we love and charish the most. when i went home for christmas for instance, my brother was acting weird...and truth be told, he HAS changed, a LOT since he's gotten married, and in some ways not for the better. and my mother, not really knowing what to do about something that happened over the holiday simply told me "your bother is just a changed man after he got married..." in this tone... and of course, she would never tell him that to his face. she told me. but it's something that i'm sure he's not aware of. a quirk, that everyone see's but him. because i saw it, and then it was confirmed when my mother finally just put it out there.

what do people say about you, that they think first, and then finally come out and say to each other once they've compared notes? even if they are nice things. or mean things. even something that you may have never noticed about yourself... like, there was this woman i used to work with that had this weird snort/laugh thing that she did after EVERYTHING that she said. it was kind of like she had tourettes. but it was also a thing where, did she realize that she was known around the office, and easy to point out as "you know.... mary... the girl that does the weird laugh thing".........."OH RIGHT, HEEEEEEER".

i bet she doesn't even know that that's how people know how to direct other people in to her office.

i often wonder what am i known as? (i admit to wondering, but i dont really want to know, because it would just hurt my feelings)

i'm going to continue to wear my red dresses though. at least that will buffer the initial blow of what people say about me first.

******UPDATE: oprah says that you start not giving a shit what people think about you when you turn 40. janet jackson agreed when she was on the show. so. i guess i will stop caring about what other human beings think, or say about me in around 14 years.

Clothing Swap: Sunday January 28th

I don't have much to write today. But I just wanted to let everyone know how very excited I am for the clothing swap that will be taking place in my apartment building on Sunday, January 28 2007. I am hosting it with my neighbor rebecca who I have the hugest girl crush on. I hope that so many girls come, that there will be a cute cat fight. Nothing is hotter than two girls fighting over a cardigan.

Well, I don't REALLY hope for a fight. But I do hope that everyone comes like they say that they will, and that everyone leaves with kick ass threads.

fart *before* class, not *during*

i quit smoking (with the exception of the 4-5 drags i had of an american spirit that i split with angelina last weekend) around 4 weeks ago.

with that abrupt decision, came the print outs of the weekly schedules from two very accessible new york sports clubs that i can hit up on my way to, during, or on my way home from work.

on tuesday, i did my very first class. listed as... >NEW 06:30PM POWER DANCE
w000t!!! sounded like fun to me. time for me to let loose and release my inner fly girl and channel j-lo and those other broads from in living color. i got to the class to find that about 10 out of the 13 of us that were there already knew one another and were BFFs with the instructor, who then proceeded to bust out in the routine that they had all been doing for the past however many weeks. teacher didn't even ask if newbies were in the class... didn't go over the box moves, arm movements, or fancy foot work more than twice. and when the fergie, or whatever bullshit fast dance song came on, it was all over. i felt like i was on some strange drug failing miserably at trying to follow the steps from the hot, had-on-a-sports-bra-wearing-wash-board-abs sporting caublanasian girl whirling around in front of me. she was my only source of guidance... and at one point she stepped off to get some water, and i stopped too. well. at the end of class, i decided that i would not subject myself to that again. i'll save my flygirl moves for when i'm home swiffering.

oh thursday, i did my second class. listed as...07:30 PILATES-BASED MAT
this was way more up my alley. when i first walked in, a girl asked me if i needed a mat and handed me one! then i copied everyone else and took off my shoes and socks... and in walks our teacher. he proceeded to catch everyones towels and mats on fire upon entering the dance studio from the trail of flames that emerged off of his flexi-boy body. he was extremely thorough, and patient, and made little jokes, and i felt comfortable from the moment that he walked in. i felt even more at ease when at one point, we were all on our backs about to go in to a bicycle-like position, and some girl straight ripped a fart that ignited more flames that were already burning from our teacher. everyone giggled... including our teacher, and he just laughed it off saying that it was completely natural, and that everyone should fart at one point, because it just means youre relaxed.

i will be back at 07:30 PILATES-BASED MAT next thursday, but i'm gonna make sure that i don't have any broccoli, or milk, or anything like that at least 12 hours before... because i am gonna make sure that i get all of my farts out before class, not during.