Thursday, September 28, 2006

Mom's doing much better - and thank you to everyone who sent well-wishes. I've also found out my dear friend over at "Something to Say" blog (I've known her about 20 years!) is recovering from this weekend's appendectomy - sheesh!

I have to replenish the stock of my jewelry in one store and get a case of it ready for another store (they've been waiting for about a year), and this means I have many an hour to spend on the torch right now, hot or not. I managed to eke out 4 beads before I was absolutely blinded by sweat just now. I'm obsessed with the combination of ivory color Moretti glass from Italy when torched with silver leaf, because the silver reacts with oxides in the ivory glass and makes a mottled stone sort of effect. I promise it's prettier than it sounds.

Last night I got on the torch for a while and I melted some ivory rods, wrapped the molten ends in silver foil, and then used my 12" tweezers to gather up a blob of glass and pull that into a long stringer (smaller in diameter than a pencil lead) that I could use like a pen to embellish other beads in with silvered ivory scrollwork. I used these stringers tonight, and I did the scrollwork on base beads of ivory, and the effect should be quite nice. Actually, I'm looking forward to having a big palette of fresh new beads to draw from when putting jewelry together. You really do get sick of looking at the old things you've done - it's so been-there and boring -- at least it's that way for me.

I SO approve of Project Runway keeping all 4 of the last group of contestants - they were all quite talented and I thought it would have been a shame to send any one of them home. I can't wait to see the show next week when they have a chance to talk trash about each other in person. I'm already wanting to stab that cheater guy in the neck with a pencil - he is such a titty-baby.

I'm about 2/3 finished with The Canticle for Leibowitz, which is a book LJ over at Life on Earth and Other Accidents recommended to me, and I want to tell her thanks and say what a delightful read it is. It's funny how something brilliant can have existed your entire life (this was published about 4 years before i was born, I think) and yet it's this new and fresh revelation when you find it in your path. Love it.

OK. Work-related unburdening ahead.
As I've said before, I really strive to take people at face value, but I've come to recognize a particularly sad stereotype that I wish I never had to encounter: rich-girl coke-whores. By now I can tell them on the phone - they are ALWAYS "just around the corner" and they always have to see an apartment immediately, and they can't quite tell you what they want space- or price-wise, and they can only give you the most vague details. Then they show up having gone from quite energetic on the phone to a strung-out, eyes-at-half-mast appearance. Almost invariably they are driving some hot-shit Benz or Lexus and sporting boatloads of high-priced garb/accessories. I assume these women have wealthy families or have wealthy sugar-daddies. In either case, I'd rather not see it. I find it distressing even to talk to such people. It's not even because they are such time wasters (yes, I've had some rent before and probably will again), it's just that for all the slick cars and designer threads, I find these overly-polished robotic women to be as unattractive as a toothless meth-hag. Zombies.

9 comments:

FHB said...

Loved the way PR turned out. Doesn't one person end up winning? Never watched any earlier season. And that whole process of creation fascinates me. Wish you'd show us some of your shit.

Kelly said...

Have you seen any of the pics of the runway shows at fashion week? I cheated and looked. I won't say anything about it...
Keith needs to shut the hell up, prick-ass-bitch. "It's not fair, I was set up." I call bullshit. God, that should make for an interesting reunion next week.
I'm a bit offended that you would talk about me that way. Just because my eyes are at half mast doesn't mean I'm on coke. I was coming down off my pill-popping high dammit, and my sugar daddy was out of town, so I couldn't get more. I am not a zombie! I do not eat people!

God, I think the pain drugs are going to my brain...
Can I use that excuse if it's just Aleve?

Dick said...

Okay, I'm probably going to be shunned for life because of this, but I watched parts of Project Runway last night.
**Disclaimer**
Kelly had it on....
The guy with the shit on his neck?
What the fuck is up with prison tats being in fashion?

Kelly said...

See, my evil plan is working...

FHB said...

Something about his sons name and something else. Bezarre.

LJ said...

Geez. If "Canticle" is that old, I'm sure I must have read it in the womb. I was a bright child.
Seriously though...I was in my early teens - and I NEVER forgot that book. Now you've got me thinking I better reread it all these years later.

phlegmfatale said...

fathairybastard - I showed some beads Friday, but I'll post a finished piece of jewelry (photographed in better light) soon. Loved that 4 person final - it was fair, I think - they all have such different aesthetics that it will be exciting to see what they all come up with.

Kelly - wow - I'm going to go peek at Olympus fashion week and try to find out now. COOL! Yeah, Keith needs to be flogged. Publicly - what a whining jerk. And of course you can blame Alleve - it's a controlled substance. They make you pay money for it.

big dick - Yes, we know your woman hog-ties you and forces you to watch it. Or it's on in every room and you can't get away from it. About the tattoos, my theory is that young people sit around trying to think of ways to make themselves LESS attractive. Mission accomplished, I'd say.

kelly - promise never to use your powers for anything but evil?

fathairybastard - yeah, I think that's what it is - I confess it's not a look I care for, and I'll just say that appearance-wise, it doesn't play to his strengths. By the way, Michael has at least one sizeable neck-tat too.

lj - You must have been a mere zygote, darling! It's a good read, odd coincidences - like a 37th century political body called the "Christian Coalition."

Kelly said...

I promise...

Becky said...

I'm glad you're mom's doing better. Food poisoning is the worst!

Sadly, I had just the image you described in my head when I first read "rich coke whores." Dallas, unfortunately, has plenty of them (many of whom were at TCU with me).