Hate Moving

I hate that whenever I move somewhere (from big, fo real moves, like Dad selling childhood home at the same time I was moving out of my house from college, so had to get all my crap to Mom's house, then also had to get crap from house house to mom's house... to small moves like a trip) I think that I got everything under control until the last two days. Then I realize that I have in fact, not done shit, and I take everything out of its place and try to figure out what box to put it in and it looks like a big mess. And it is, though I am trying to convince myself it isn't.

I have a system. And that system now, after years of not knowing where anything is after I pack or move somewhere, includes labels. Now I know where things are generally, and I like that.

Decoupage with Degas' Dancers

Try saying that three times fast...

I finished my decoupage project today... finally. I started it senior year when the Union Street Houses had no mirrors again (except the one in the bathroom which is hard to use if someone is taking/ just took a big poo in there) and I bought this cheap plastic frame mirror from Watson's Hardware that was so ugly that I decided to beautify it with decoupage. I used an old calendar I had gotten from the Met with a bunch of dancer paintings from Degas. However, I only had so much time in my busy academic schedule to cut out scraps of paper and glue them onto this frame, so it was slow going. Also, then I made a documentary and that took up a lot of time. Also then I graduated and went abroad and I didn't take it with me. And then since I've been home I've had a lot of catching up to do in terms of television, so really my schedule has been jam-packed.

Plus, have you ever tried to decoupage? It is kind of messy. Not just because you are basically getting glue all over your fingers the whole time, but also when you cut out the paper to glue, the little bits that you trim off get everywhere. So I have to be pretty motivated to do it. But, since I am going to New York soon, I decided I couldn't leave the task unfinished again, because I thought if I did that twice it would never get done. And now it is done! Hooray!

I think I am drawn to decoupage because I'm not that artistic, so it isn't like I can paint or draw really well. So this way I can just take someone else's art/ photos/ whatever, and glue it onto something else and make it pretty. My mom likes to paint, so she'll paint stuff onto furniture to spice it up. I will decoupage. Or get other ideas from The Big Ass Book of Crafts, after I get it off my wishlist and in my hands.

So this is the cool new thing...

I used to write on a blog, way before it was hip. No one read it, I'm pretty sure. Which I am now thankful for because I was 14 and everything I wrote when I was 14 is embarrassing. I tried to revive it and write on it a few more times when I was in college, but that is embarrassing too. It still exists in cyberspace, I don't think it'll ever really get deleted, but I'm glad that there are features that can render it inaccessible to other people. I have a blog from my senior tutorial, and that might also be potentially embarrassing but I haven't looked at it in awhile. While that particular one may still have potential, I think of that as an ongoing, specific sort of project that I'm not really interested in starting in on at this point. I want to start afresh.

So here we are. version 2.0. I see that a lot of my friends suddenly (though I guess not that suddenly) seem to have blogs, and it is the hip not-so-new thing. Maggie and I thought of making one during our trip, but never got around to it and now we're home. But I'm about to be in New York, and with that fresh new start comes this fresh new blog.