As of this May 8th, 2013 you can find Petunkalunka stretch bracelets, faux suede earrings, and team spirit rings at MOCHA Butterfly Boutique on Main! Kim and Nikki, owners and designers themselves, were incredibly approachable and friendly, and made the entire process painless and quick. They’re smart cookies with an eye for design and a knowledge of their product. Even if you aren’t in the market for jewelry, it’s worth it to stop in and see the array of clothing, art, and home goods that they have expertly arranged. The MOCHA Butterfly BOutique is, as Penny Hartz and Alex Kerkovitch would say, “Sah cyat,” and I’m excited to be even a small part of it.
Some Petunkalunka items you can find at MOCHA Butterfly include Faux Suede Earrings, Team Spirit Rings, and Faux Suede Stretch Bracelets.
Stop in and tell them Laurel sent you!
“You were on the news!” two people informed me before I left for work this morning. Since I’m pretty sure I didn’t get arrested, I went a-searching for this fabled footage. Good old New On 6 was down at Mayfest last night, and while I knew that they were there, I reckoned that they would capture the smooth moves of…I don’t know…anyone else with more experience. Like Jamin Jackson, who you can see in the background for a moment, who is a lindy instructor of international caliber. Instead there’s this:
NewsOn6.com – Tulsa, OK – News, Weather, Video and Sports – KOTV.com |
As most people do, my eyes immediately found every wrong move and flaw in my camera readiness. However, let this be a testament to anyone who tsks at the lack of consistency in my blogging (because you’re all so invested in my blogging). I’m super busy making the news.
P.S. I will give a pair of Faux Suede earrings to the first person who gets the title of this and how it relates to the video, I swear it.
Inspired by the outcome of marathoning the last few episodes of Banshee, I tried to recreate the effect using a stronger chain with a different link shape. After many frustrating hours counting beads and starting over and diagramming and codswallop I threw up my hands and left it as is, no chain, no clasp. “As is” meaning a Very Hungry Caterpillar in bead form.
On Tuesday he ate through 2 pears. But he was still hungry!
Then one fateful day, March 8, 2013, Barron Ryan dropped his debut solo album on us all via release party, and I needed a necklace to wear. I strung a chain through the caterpillar, slung it around my neck, and suddenly felt 100% more festive. So one complimented me on my necklace, but I didn’t care. This was a piece just para mi.
It goes well with my green sweater, methinks.
Me also thinks I need to find a maxi dress that I can wear with it. That’s right, I’m going to buy a whole dress to go with my necklace. A whole. Dress.
Now that ye olde Japanese-cool-boy haircut is growing out I get to play with it a little more. My sister did her thesis on identity in biracial children with one black parent, and in the process found that most biracial women began to comfortably identify themselves as such on learning how to do their hair.*
Most curly-haired women have one heck of a time brushing their hair if it isn’t sopping wet, but this particular morning I didn’t have time to finger-curl it into natural locks again before I had to rush to work. Unwilling to head to work with Don King hair, I grabbed some Shea’s Curl & Shine Milk, finger combed it through my hair, then parted it on the side and pinned it all down at about ear height. On researching this style I learned that it most closely approximates the Marcel Wave of the 1920s. Good.
Honestly, I’m just glad that i live in an age when natural hair is being celebrated, and I don’t have to spend half my day frying the crap out of my hair just to look presentable. I can fry the crap out of my hair for fun, then chop it all off, then grow a curly afro, and anyone who suggests I better control the follicles growing out of my head is generally acknowledged to be racist. FTW!**
On a side note, my skin is not that smooth in real life. My camera has a setting that basically airbushes anything it perceives as human skin. Hey-yo!
*I’m paraphrasing, but that’s the gist of it.
**Thank you, Lars Martinson, for telling me what that actually means.
On Monday I took Hortense, my 1985 300D-T Mercedes-Benz, to the VAP Auto Shop in Tulsa. I had taken the car there when the sunroof got stuck open over a weekend, and had been pleased by their honesty about the costs and practical attitude about repairs. So, since my car shudders when it idles/is in reverse and has been leaking oil I decided it was time for some upkeep. I didn’t hear from the shop at all on Monday, which worried me, but at 9:26 on Tuesday morning I got a call. The shaking and shuddering was due to the motor mounts, which were “completely gone, down to metal on metal.” He had to order them , so they would be ready and on the car within 24 hours. Total cost of parts and repairs: $337.41 Continue reading