Thursday, December 30, 2010

it's raining it's pouring the old man is snoring

*Achoo... I hab a cold. Stupid snot and sniffles, sinuses and shivers, kleenex and lemsips, I'm under the weather and the weather's not good. Everyone in the house has been sick the past week and now I've got it too. Poo.
Today I'm on the couch watching an obscene amount of the Gilmore Girls, but yesterday it was only sneaking up on me in my ears and nose so we went to town as it was Aisling's birthday and the postman had brought her lots of cards bearing lots of money. On our way out we played a game of 'I'm a blogger y'all and this is what I wore today' photography, minus the I-take-this-too-seriously-but-am-trying-to-pretend-like-I-don't, intentionally-over-pigeon-toed poses. And came home with purchases amounting to a grand total of two pairs of earrings. The last of the big spenders.

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Saturday, December 25, 2010

charades day

Perhaps I'm a miserable old scrooge but christmas day in my house feels like a painfully drawn out game of charades. Oh we must all do this x now because it it dictated to us be the norms of yuletide, now let us all be bored out of our bonkers doing this other y pretending to enjoy it whilst wishing to be anywhere else doing anything else. Bah humbug I won't bore you with my family fuck ups / I'd rather try and forget about them rather than waste more breath on ranting / lets talk a little fashion...
I dressed myself this morning in a loose fitting dress over which I wore a loose fitting jumper. Remember that Thanksgiving episode of Friends where Joey wears Phoebe's pregnancy pants in order to attempt eating an entire turkey? Well that's me.
See? Fantastically flippity flappity shapeless side profile : ) Well, my lovely loose jumper was bought in H&M in Edinburgh when I was over there a fortnight ago all because of the elbows
Look! Suede patches! Aren't they lovely? Indeed, Scott Schuman certainly seems to think so images from The Sartorialist


Friday, December 24, 2010

a double post

Last week we had TWO stitch and bitch gatherings... I know, we're totally wild! Our second was a special festive session and we'd all collected lots of toilet rolls during the week to make crackers. But then instead Elspeth made a mini toilet roll nativity set, with a mini Jesus wrapped in swaddling clothes.
And wishing to have a nicely informed vocabulary, I asked what exactly are swaddling clothes? Well, we asked the dictionary the same and found that the verb 'to swaddle' means 'to wrap (a baby) in swaddling clothes'. Does somebody actually get paid to write these things? I am obvious. Give me money. Actually they are long strips of cloth wrapped around a newborn baby. So in an improvised arts and crafts nativity you could wrap long strips of cloth (toilet paper) around a new born baby (cardboard toilet roll) et voila you have a baby jesus (roll of toilet paper). Square one.
Ellen baked gingerbread for the tree, personalising one for each of us. Ruth got a Japanese conceptual artist gingerbaby and I got a hipster gingerboy. Here he is looking dapper with his cool fringe, crop top and trendy ankle boots... yum yum

Now we have post part two: what I did today, Christmas Eve. I became one of those plebian panickers running around town doing last minute power-shopping. I'd put off facing the crowds for so long that I failed to beat them and just had to bite the bullet and join them. But called Jack first to see if he might be around for eveningtime drinks somewhere, you know, something along the lines of cosy hot ports in an old man's pub. Instead, I had an early afternoon mcdonalds and then with a still-drunk-from-last-night sidekick, a much more fun trip to penneys than ever would have imagined possible.
This is my terrible drawing of his terrible state of being. I think I captured the misery and the gorging on greasy grub quite nicely, non? Ha ha quote unquote "I feel like it's 3am in the kebab house, that's how drunk I am right now".
And now we're back from mass I'm missing a seafood and whiskey party, instead putting in the obliged family time. Knitting and blogging because what do we have to watch on the television? The Late Late Show. I'm starting my own solo whiskey party right here right now. Wake me up on Boxing Day.

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

the god honest truth

Somebody told me last night they find my blog refreshingly honest, which, apparently, is rare these days. This made me really happy for a number of reasons, one being that it's a nice surprise to find out people I know are actually interested enough to bother reading it, or that one of my friends misses me and wants to know what I'm at.
Anyway I'd like to say thanks to those of you reading this. And so while we are here talking about followers and honesty I want to put a query out there to someone in South Korea... Dearest unknown Seoul-based taletrails aficionado, Thank you for your ongoing support of daily hits in the blogging realm but I find it rather strange that you stay for mere seconds at a time but do so many times a day. It throws me and my analytics and so, no offence, but it would be greatly appreciated if you would normalise your viewing. Please and thank you.

And extra post script: I didn't realise until I was talking about it with my sister today that some people don't know this, but profile views are not the same as blog views so when you click on my picture and see a number, this is how many times my profile has been viewed and not my blog. (Profile being photo and general info) (and blog being blog. duh. only I can see how much my blog is being viewed)

Monday, December 20, 2010

falalalala

Christmas is coming, the geese are getting fat, please put a penny in the old man's hat. If you haven't got a penny, a ha'penny will do, and if you haven't got a ha'penny then God bless you.

The spirit of festive cheer is just starting to seep it's way into my days. We put the tree up and I have all the rooms downstairs stinking of oranges and cloves. But have I really realised there's only five days left? Nope because I haven't done a scrap of shopping and haven't even thought of what I might get for people ah *panic *panic... I'm in such a pickle though because I hate town when it's busy, the masses of people simply make me too angry, but how am I supposed to buy anything if I can't bring myself to face the shops? Perhaps I'll go for the good old home-made presents again this year. Because we all know it's the thought that counts. Right? Yeah....

So what then have I been doing that isn't shopping for gifts? Why baking biscuits for the tree of course! And dressing myself like I dress the tree. Hee hee I love this cat... Christmas tree decoration plus safety pin equals awesome brooch!


Thursday, December 16, 2010

le art

My project started with a ballet shoe and I'll skip the life story but it's taking a turn toward questioning identity. And in another sub idea deviating from social norms. Anyway say, how a dancer in the corps de ballet puts everything into dancing but only to look the exact same as everybody else in the corps, and so blah blah what I did here was build a little 'stage' with mirrors on it. Then I photocopied a barbie doll and made four identical puppets with candles on sticks. And cut out four snowflakes. Because no two snowflakes are the same. So for example even if a dancer is dancing in The Nutcracker where she is dancing as an identical corps snowflake, she is actually an individual person. See?

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

what a load of


This is my new favourite thing. My current answer of choice for the 'what are you must-haves for this season' and 'what can you not leave the house without' type questions I might be asked; I have my answers prepped for when the press begins to hound me... It used to be a keyring and I looped it through a chain so now it's a necklace. The prettiest darn necklace you've ever seen which compliments everything I wear. Because I'm a fashion genius. Yep, you heard it here first- keyring necklaces are the next big thing they're going to be bigger than hareem pants, even bigger than capes. Wow I'm such a trend setter. And I'm only getting started, you should have seen how excited I got decorating the Christmas tree - it was one for the tree, one pinned on me, one for the tree, one pinned on men. Tavi Gevinson watch out.

Saturday, December 11, 2010

Honey I'm home

PHew I'm back from Scotland! Snow : Zero, Zara : One.
In a three day defeat of the weather I managed to get there and back all in one piece, encountering only a lifetime's worth of delays and cancellations of public transport services along the way. And all the sitting around and waiting with crossed fingers actually wasn't so bad because I had some Roald Dahl short stories to read and also Love in the time of Cholera, the sort of book that needs long periods of attention because it's so good you get really into it and don't want to stop reading. So that was nice.
Here I am in the airport toilets, as you do. The traveller / hiker / snowmobile / I would have broken my neck / spine / ankles, had I not been wearing my super sensible shoes, borrowed from my father thanks to his tiny feet and my many pairs of woolly socks.

I went to Edinburgh to check out the art college, and also paid a visit to Duncan of Jordanstown College of Art in Dundee. Edinburgh seems a cool place; ECA was really impressive but with 120 first year places and approximately 4,000 applicants a year, the odds don't look like they're in my favour. The courses in DJCAD sounded really good with it being compulsory to study history of art, only thing is I could never live there for four years it would be like living every day in Corrib Village. *shudder... Does anybody know what Glasgow / it's colleges are like?

Sunday, December 5, 2010

Saturday, December 4, 2010

Y.B.W.

Do you know what's so much fun? Doing what you want, all day long! I don't know why more people don't do it all the time. I could really get used to living as an artist, it means that I get to do the things I have ideas for instead of just having them as ideas and not having the time or seeing the point in doing them. And the idea of starting a project with an old ballet shoe was, if I dare say so myself, an excellent one! One aspect of dance I'm looking at is the contrast of the pretty, perfect, on-stage picture of the ballerina in the tutu and the unglamorous behind-the-scenes world of hard work, blood, sweat and tears.

I went to my old ballet school last week to talk to the Principal to see if it would be okay for me to sit in on classes and do some sketching and take some photos. The school is Corrib Dance Academy but there is a subsidiary of this called Youth Ballet West, which was set up three years ago and provides the opportunity for additional training at a semi-professional level for those in the west of Ireland who are hoping to pursue dance at third level. It's much tougher than ordinary RAD classes because the expected standard is so much higher, you have to be in vocational training to be allowed audition. They hold an audition once a year and we had people from Galway, Limerick, Clare, Mayo and Longford join the first year. YBW is excellent because the only other opportunity for this sort of training in Ireland is with the Irish National Youth Dance and that's difficult for some people to get to, I know my parents wouldn't let me go for the first two years I wanted to because they weren't willing to drive for three hours there and back every weekend.

Anyway, two years ago we did The Nutcracker at Christmas and they're doing it again this year so when I arrived at the studio last week there were posters up for it and in my head I was like "Oh, I wonder will I recognise anybody in the picture..." Until I looked properly and saw it was me!!! I'm on the right, Jenny's on the left. And I'm not embarrassed, I think it's lovely they used this image because neither myself nor Jenny are in the company any more but it's like a little tribute to our old memories. Awww.
So what I'm doing now is recording my observings of the classes and rehearsals of YBW, which will develop and hopefully tie in to lots of others aspects of my project at a later date. I went along with my notebook yesterday not really knowing what I was doing and came out with pages upon pages of scribbles. It's actually quite difficult to draw a body that doesn't stay still longer than two seconds! Oh and everybody should buy tickets and come to the show. Of course I have to say it's going to be brilliant, but if you can take my word for it, it really will be really good!