A Tentative Journey Into Sewing (I Made A Dress!)

Sewing is something I fell into because, frankly, dressing like a cute vintage lady is expensive, and I thought sewing my own clothes would be less expensive. I think a lot of 21st century people start sewing with this idea–of saving money, of making things cheaper and more reusable, the way our grandmothers used to do. Reclaiming a skill in thriftiness that the abundance of cheap, passable clothing options has made redundant.

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Identifying With The Worst of Me

Harry Potter is, well, Harry Potter. You know at least a little bit about it. And probably, you’re aware that one of the four houses of Hogwarts, the all-important magical school, is Slytherin: a breeding ground of pure-blood sentiment and upper class snobbery, and the house of Voldemort, Harry Potter’s greatest villain.

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Dr Zira

I have watched the original Planet of the Apes films, and there are three things of which I am certain. One, that I’m a little bit more wary of apes now than I was before.

Two? That Doctor Zira is probably one of my favorite characters in film.

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Agent Carter Rewatch: “Now is Not the End”

Hey everybody! It’s been a while since I did a regular series–the series I was planning to do next has become a bit derailed. I was going to rewatch Jem and the Holograms and humorously recount the various crimes people commit during the episodes–the show has a kind-of hilarious habit of sweeping kidnappings, attempted murder, and various economic misdemeanors under the rug. I realized by the end of watching the first episode that not only would that series involve a lot–a lot–of notetaking, but it would end up with me making fun of the show in a way that wouldn’t actually be fun. As hilarious as the show’s idea of criminal justice is, tearing the show to itty bitty shreds just wasn’t that fun–it was too nitpicky for my taste, and, ultimately, wouldn’t work.

So! I’ve decided to rewatch Agent Carter. And of course, I started at the beginning: “Now is Not the End.”

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Besame Cosmetics: AC245

After what seems like a literal year (and actually is probably close to it) of waiting, the first part of the Agent Carter Besame Cosmetics collection has shipped to eager audiences. I personally bought the mysteriously labelled “AC245” within ten minutes of knowing it existed, and after a long, anxious wait, it finally arrived at my front door!

So…what do we get after a year of waiting? Something great…that’s also kind of frustrating.

Struggling with Your Weight When You’re Body-Positive

I am overwhelmingly body-positive–I love the many forms people come in, their shapes and sizes. I could also give less of a heck in hell about what other people think of my body; my body is my business, no matter what condition it’s in.

That said–I’m really unhappy with it.

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Besame Cosmetics: A Review! (With Photos!)

I have a lowkey love of all things with a vintage aesthetic. I don’t really have the budget or chutzpah to go full vintage, full time–though many women are these days, to the point that there’s a full blown vintage-aesthetic subculture. My Instagram timeline has a lot of perfectly-coiffed women in immaculate outfits, and I draw inspiration from women who can actually wear hells for my own budget-friendly clothing style. But I also pay attention to what they wear on their face, and there’s a brand that’s mentioned again and again: Besame Cosmetics.

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How We Talk About Mary

I grew up with Bruce Springsteen. When my father was home from work trips, he would sit in his basement office, the “woah-oh-oh-oh-oh”s floating up the staircase into the living room. I don’t know if I can call myself a fan, exactly, because I don’t know if I can disentangle him from my dad, from how I look back at my childhood. Ironically, much of Springsteen’s music tackles the process of looking back on childhood from a complex present, so there’s a good number of his songs that reduce me to tears. Springsteens’s got an emotional shortcut to the angst (“angst”) of my white, suburban upbringing in America.

Janelle Monae’s music also reduces me to tears, but for very different reasons.

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Revisiting Corus: PEACHES

I failed–I am a failure. I have failed to completely read the Tortall books by Tamora Pierce, and I have only failed by one and a half books. And I’ll tell you why.

PEACHES.

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Revisiting Corus: Terrier

In this ongoing series, I’ve been reviewing the Tortall-based books of YA fantasy author Tamora Pierce. This post is about the first book in the Provost’s Dog trilogy, which is titled Terrier.

This one is interesting. It certainly tries new things.