Well, dear readers, this really is my final post for a week or so (unless my new apt has 'free' internet too!)
I got The Call today that my sweet, and probably illegal, basement is ready for my inhabitation. (Ohh... so it's month to month & you want paying in cash only? I can party with that..)
I have also received news that I can enjoy a healthy discount at All Saints. I am excited. As soon as I get settled I'm heading over there to plump out my wardrobe, I seriously love that store but own nothing from it, all that is about to change my friends.
Change. It's as good as a rest.
Anyway, everything is falling into place. I can take my couch after all, thanks to the services of Dr. Sofa who will disassemble and then reassemble your giant couch to get through your tiny hallways for the princely sum of $175. Much cheaper than buying a new one, I say bring it on!
And so, it is on that positive, sofa related note, that I bid you farewell, safe travels and I'll see you on the other side bitches!

After there was Lita, there was Doro Pesch.
I always liked Doro better... and bear in mind, they didn't really use hair extensions in the 80's.

Ok ok, I said I wasn't blogging again till I moved... what can I say? I'm stuck in Philly and it's raining so I'm pilfering my neighbour's internet connection. I feel justified considering he's a NOISY LITTLE SHIT who wakes me up at all hours with feet that apparently weigh a good 37lbs each.
Anyway, on to more important things, namely, my recent purchases.
I strayed from my fave Etsy shop last week to take a step into the unknown and order from someone new, and guess what happened? Now I have two favourites!
I placed the order on the 19th and when I got back yesterday it was waiting for me at the P.O.
You may refer to my previous post on the subject for actual good quality pictures, I am no photographer, especially on miserable days such as this, stuck inside with only the cats and a cup of tea for company, no natural light for this girl.
The falcon ring was listed with the option of opening up the back of it to make it adjustable, I love this! Why don't more jewelry designers offer this service? My fingers are subject to the Dreaded Bloat in hot weather (I know, it's not glamourous, but it's true) and now I can cross The Bloat off my list of Things To Be Concerned About come summer. So happy about that.
I am definitely going to be ordering some of these drawer handles when I get into my new apt next week. A vegan can never have too many animal skulls around. Wait... that doesn't sound right...
And yes, I am also wearing one of my new Actual Pain shirts. Thanks for asking!






Also, here's a couple of things I made myself recently, the belt has a lot more studs now, I studded the whole buckle section, and put a lot more on the pocket flap. It's pretty serious. The shirt is Dark T Shirt Transfers Pt 11: The Revisitation. I made the actual shirt the transfer is on too. I know, I'm so crafty.

There will be an interruption in your regular programming now for a couple of weeks. The Move is underway and I have no computer access at home.
Since we all know a blog without pictures is total Snoozeville I'm not going to do it from work, you'd be bored to tears, honest.
Anyway, once I get up and running again, expect pictures of my new bachelorette pad with kitties in full effect. Also, I'll be able to get back into it with the Red Hel accessory line and get the Etsy store restocked finally.
For now I'm busy with moving and new hair clients, so I'm not twiddling my idle thumbs I swear, no devils work here!
Or, is there...?

So I'm really feeling these spats I saw on Extraskinny.
She says she picked them up in an army surplus, I feel like they're leather, but I don't take too much issue with second-hand leather. It is hard to see how that creates a demand, so, I may investigate.
Or, I'm a tightwad* so maybe I'll just make my own. I have been meaning to make a foray into Spatland anyway.



*I always think the word 'tightwad' could have secondary usage when referring to men's trousers that don't fit properly. Maybe I'm just a perv.

This video doesn't seem to exist on Youtube... maybe something to do with copyrights? Whatevers, I wish life was more like the Looks That Kill video. Sartorially speaking.
It has occurred to me that every Halloween I dress up as one of these girls, cover myself in blood and call it 'dead cavegirl' or 'dead girl who crawled out of the mud' or 'dead apocalypse survivor.'
This year will be no different... except I'll have a sweet belt.

I just got the following messages in my fortune cookies:
"You are going to have some new clothes" and;
"You will soon be involved in many gatherings and parties"

Really, it seems like they would go together anyway. I am excited for both of those developments.

I stopped in at my beauty supply today, it has moved to a much larger location, and has become Cosmo-Prof. I like the new spot, I hope I get my card in the mail soon so I can use the one in Queens.

I am procrastinating packing.
Fine, fine... I'll get back on it.

I just can't seem to stop. I tell myself it's because I'm still replacing Those Who Were Lost, but really, it's just me, as usual, wanting new shit.
Yes yes, I bought more jewelry. Big surprise.
I'm currently taking applications for someone to accompany me to see Michael Monroe at the Highline Ballroom on May 9th.
I have this lofty aspiration that I'll somehow get him to sign his portrait and I'll be able to run, gasping and clutching myself into the capable hands of Joy who will raise one eyebrow and say "Oh, I seeee."
And so, with ink to skin shall we commit his hand to his likeness, and all creatures be silent, in reverence to Him who shall hereafter be known as, Sir Michael.
Oh, a girl can dream.

If you know me, and hopefully you don't, then you'll know that I love bears. I love bears so much that I hope one day they'll miniaturize them so I can have a House Bear that sleeps in my bed and holds paws.
Sometimes I can't even look at bears because I want one so much it pisses me off.
Also, I love black metal.
Behold, my new t shirt obsession. It will be mine. Probably today.
(I also made the inappropriate purchase of two other shirts that I can't afford given that I'm moving in a couple of weeks, shhh.)

I am sensing a theme in the Union Pool photo booth shots in which I make an appearance.
These are Kendra and I at least 2 1/2 years ago.
We didn't know that third girl, she just wedged herself in the booth when we did. This is the kind of thing that happens to us...

Here's Joy and I doing what we do best in the photo booth at Union Pool the other night.
Seriously, I was drunk... what's her excuse?

I would like to take this opportunity to express the extreme fondness I have for my United States Postal worker. He is seriously the Best Ever. He always goes to great trouble to make sure I get my stuff, if he leaves a slip because he can't deliver something then he asks me next time to be sure I got it.
Yesterday I was hunched over my computer in silence waiting for the rustle at the mail box, as he was still poised, mid delivery I flung the door open and interrogated him about what he had in his little bag for me. Nothing. I was waiting for my jewelery order, and I told him my woeful tale, that if I didn't get it before I left Sunday night I would have to wait aaaaages because I'd be in New York all next week. He agreed that would be a terrible shame.
Today I had to go out and buy cat food and sun block and missed his delivery, he left me a slip but get this, he stopped by on his way BACK to see if I was home yet and I GOT MY PACKAGE!
It seriously made my week, I've missed all my jewelry that was lost on The Greyhound Incident so much, and I was bummed to not have anything pretty to wear for my social engagements this week, and now I have stuff.
I'm thinking I'll write to the USPS and tell them how great he is.
Also, I have a tip today for all you people who... wear shoes. I often buy shoes with a slippery undercarriage (seriously, who makes these things?) and I used to buy those little grip pads at four or five dollars a pop, until I realised I could buy a roll of non-slip rug tape for ten dollars and use it for, I dunno, three hundred pairs of shoes.
Genius.
The only downfall is that it's pale grey, you can get black stuff too, but I haven't seen it in stores... and anyway, if people are looking at the soles of my shoes that intensely, I say they deserve to see whatever I've stuck there.

Oh Schoenemans, I will never cheat on you again. Yesterday they were closed so I was checking all the *other* beauty supply stores in town, the ones where civilians are allowed to shop. I stop in at Old Faithful and what do I find? That's right. Essie; Matte About You. So, tomorrow is mani/pedi day.
Only a couple of days ago I answered a question on my Formspring page expressing consternation at the notion of red-less hair, and so it seems ironic that last night, I should be so deep in thought while mixing my colour that I got the ratio wrong.
I succeeded in colouring it about 4 shades darker than usual, and much more violet than red.
Thing is, I don't hate it.
Sometimes I feel like a target in the summer, not so much in the winter, but with the sun beating down on my teased red dome I think I attract more attention than I want. I know what you're thinking, most people think the same; not so. Expecting something and wanting it are two entirely different concepts.
(But that's a subject for another day)
Anyway, I'm still not giving out my old formula, we redheads guard that secret closely and, indeed, I may resurrect it again, but for now I think I will go with the mistake... one could say that is the story of my life, even.
I did buy some Cellophanes in Hot Red though to give it more of a glow.

P.S. fuck you, T&N. Guess where I won't be buying my booze after I get back to Brooklyn?