Monday, January 11, 2010

OK Go Sounds Just Like Prince

I get intimidated by other people's ability to do great things. I say this because as far as "great things" go, well, I make pretty good coffeecake. Not my own recipe. I wouldn't know where to begin. Flour?

Erin made me some great things for Christmas times. Some of them I gave to loved ones and some I kept for myself because that's what Christmas is all about. Dickens doesn't know shit.

Below is a visual cornucopia of her wares as purchased and donned by me. There is further evidence of my love of her work on her own blog, as well as darling details of her daily existence and an Etsy store that you'd be MAD (the crazy kind) not to peruse with a pocket book.

I'm glad I waited to post about this because a tragedy almost befell my new-found accoutrements. Friday night B and I went to happy hour with some friends. During the exchange of a small booth to a large one, my scarf got left behind. It was The Rapture for accessories.

Once it was discovered that my brand new beautiful scarletty scarf was missing, a large search ensued complete with a hunting party. And dogs. Alas, it was not to be found that night. The bartender told my next-to-tears face that I should call the next day to see if they had found it later.

I had almost no hope. Hipsters are a scavengy bunch and they know a good thing when they see it. I feared that my beautiful scarf was now gracing the underfed neck of some bitch in tapered jeans and there was nothing I could do.

The next afternoon I called the bar as soon as it opened. He was too busy to go look...I should try back later.

So after a delightful evening of a movie and dinner, I stopped back by the bar and talked to Slash minus 25 years. He was very kind. I said "scarf" and added a question mark and his immediate reply was "red". I got my scarf back. Though he would not play that cool part from November Rain where the song goes from slow to fast as the coffin comes into the church (you remember that video, right?) because he said he was a bartender and not Slash at all. I wasn't about to argue...he'd done me a large favor.

So that's the story of my things.

Well, not totally.

The scarf that we had made for B's gramma got eaten by a dog. But only one little section and she swears she can mend it. Even the universe is jealous of our stylicity. I blame pheromones. But I don't know whose.

12 keep(s) me blogging:

erin said...

Eaten by a dog!? ha. Another great reason not to have any animals ever in your general vicinity. Did I say never or ever? Okay. Just wanted to make sure.

I loved your photos and I'm glad you loved the stuff I made. I like making warm things. It would be sort of like I'm giving you a little cuddle, but since you can't place me atop your noggin or wrap me around your neck (although I would certainly be up for trying that out, if you insisted), we're going to just pretend that we gave a non-committing type nod from across the room instead.

Robert the Skeptic said...

All is in balance once again in the Universe.

kara said...

erin - i am a cursed individual.

dad - my chi is totally aligned.

Gorilla Bananas said...

I like the head massage pose, which would have been ever better with bare armpits, but the scarf looks like a big woolly mouth trying to eat you from the neck up.

Ms. Salti said...

Oh, losing your shit is always cause for panic. I can't believe Slash found it for you. I'd go back and take a picture with him so he can rise to fame in the blogosphere!

Brendan said...

What you can't see in these pictures is that, moments later, she beat the living shit out of me with her kung fu arm warmers.

I never knew yarn could hurt so bad.

The Future said...

Next time you need to order something from Erin in cashmere, Kara, so Brendan will survive his future beatings.

theWaif said...

Ooh, I need me some kung-fu arm warmers to coordinate with the gorgeous new scarf you gave me (thank you, Erin!!!). That'll be going on my birthday list. Only 9 more months away!

Is it just me or is there not a striking resemblance to Zoidberg in that first photo?

Charlie said...

Sounds to me like happy hour turned into shitty hour.

And scavengy is a great PC word for thief.

"Stop, scavenger, or I'll have to beat the crap out of my hostage Brendan!"

Stinkypaw said...

Yay for Slash and I totally remember that video...

Anonymous said...

LOL @ Brendan.

I think that means you need to go to Erin's shop and buy your own defensive arm warmers. Besides its kara. I dont think anyone will mind too much if you beat her up right back. ;)

Love ya kara!

Orhan Kahn said...

You're a grandma ninja just waiting to happen!