o, holga!

Pretty excited about my first roll of Holga film.  I definitely still have some figuring out to do, but this is going to be so much fun!  I already bought four more rolls...

in which the stripes and checkers meet

Okay, so remember how I said I would probably cry if it snowed at this point? Well, it did. Nothing is sticking, but the flurries outside my window are infuriating (in-flurri-ating?). Scraping ice from my windshield didn't do much for my Monday, either.

(dress: h&m; cardigan/belt: thrifted; shoes: seychelles)

Luckily, I had a lovely weekend. On Friday evening I met a couple of girlfriends for some speed shopping at Goodwill (I didn't end up buying anything because the line was too long to check out... boo) and W./E. Terrible, terrible movie. Almost comically terrible, though, so I still enjoyed myself. The script failed me on so many fronts, I can't even begin to summarize my disappointment (it was disjointed, the dialogue was shockingly cliche, and neither relationship in the film was believable or had any depth), but the film was still pretty to watch (the costumes, the locations!). If only the characters had just stopped talking altogether and saved themselves the embarrassment of speaking such silly lines. After the movie we got late night tacos and chips and guac at El Cortijo downtown.

On Saturday I got up and met my mother in Montpelier for the Margot George Short Film Competition screening at the Green Mountain Film Festival. My friend Elizabeth (and movie-going, taco-eating partner in crime) had a film showing there that she made over the summer (you can watch "Last Days at Doughboy's" HERE). The story behind the film is that Elizabeth went into Doughboy's for a sort of "last meal" (it would be closing for good in a couple of days) and was struck by the emotion and community there. She felt that someone had to capture the place before it was gone forever, so she went in the next day with a camera and did just that. I'm so proud of her! (And I always cry when I see this film--it's so sad when these little mom and pop places close their doors. They can never really be replaced.)

On Sunday I finished sewing the elastic into my dress (by HAND, because I couldn't get my machine to cooperate) and added straps. Turns out it is WAY too short, even for me, so I'm going to have to go to Joann's and pick up some fabric for a thick hem at the bottom. I'm a little disappointed, but at this point I'm just glad it is almost finished!

K and I didn't get to go on a date last night because he was hard at work--so we're going out tonight! I like outings on weeknights. It makes the week fly by faster! :)

in which i'd like to thank the academy

I really enjoyed the Academy Awards last night. For some reason it made me think about how many great movies were made this year, and how many great movies will be made in the coming years, and how I can't wait to see what filmmakers come up with next. It may sound a bit ridiculous, but the ceremony somehow reminded me that there is so much ahead of us in life, in general, and what a thrill it is to be alive.

(dress: modcloth; coat: mirage; scarf: thrifted; shoes: lulu*s)

I also got teary-eyed a total of ten times:

I cried when the cinematographer ran off the stage so fast, like nobody cared.

I cried when one of the winners for makeup design thanked his children.

I cried when Octavia Spencer won for Best Supporting Actress and was so, so happy.

I cried when Christopher Plummer won for 'Beginners,' finally, after 82 years, and again when he thanked his 'long-suffering' wife.

I cried when the Northern Irish girl said 'mom, this one's for you!'

I cried at: 'And for all the women in Pakistan who are working for change.'

I cried when Jean Dujardin won Best Actor for 'The Artist.' I f***ing love the French.

I cried when Meryl Streep thanked her husband first, so it wouldn't fade out with the music.

I'm serious about my blubbering, apparently. It might have been all of the wine I was drinking, but it all just made me feel so happy and warm :)

Oh, and Michelle Williams was my Best Dressed, by far (and everyone else's, apparently!). I loved it almost as much as her 2006 yellow Vera Wang (right):

in which life is a fashionable circus

So, it's Monday. Once again. I had a pretty good weekend, although an intense anxious boredom descended upon me on Sunday afternoon between museum-going and K's return home. Sometimes I just feel so bored that it absolutely incapacitates me... and it usually happens when I've been a busy little bee for so long that I forget how to relax!

(dress/scarf/sunglasses/shoes: thrifted; socks: uo)

I bought this dress soooo long ago and have yet to wear it on this blog (actually I think I wore it once before but I can't remember if I posted the pictures... I just remember I didn't like them). It was one of those things that I bought without trying on and then didn't really like the way it fit. But it fits fine so I'm not sure what I thought was wrong with it! Anyway, I love how the little pockets look like tulips :)

On Friday night K and I stayed in and watched a movie (LA Story), which was light and funny and just what we needed after a stressful week. Saturday he left really early and I got up around the same time and went for a run, then hit Goodwill for a bit of a shopping spree (I definitely stocked up for A/W, although every single dress I bought needs serious hemming) before meeting my friend Elizabeth at VCAM to load up some film equipment. We chatted over iced mate at the bar below her apartment, then started setting up to film the first in what we hope will be a series of interviews for a documentary we are working on. We finally wrapped around midnight and went out to meet her BF at a bar where we drank G&T and watched people sing karaoke until the wee hours.

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The next morning I dropped her (and the equipment) off at work and headed over to the Shelburne Museum to check out the In Fashion exhibit. It was definitely enjoyable, albeit a bit small (pretty much to be expected around here), and I spent a couple of hours closely examining couture and stepping back through the fashion of decades past. Having never seen a couture gown up close, I was absolutely astonished at how beautiful and intricate they really are. I think one of my favorite parts of the exhibit was the FIT student work. The museum had a small collection of bodices that were missing skirts, and they opened up a competition to FIT students to complete the look. I just thought it was a pretty creative way to juxtapose contemporary and historical fashion design and to expose the community to new design talent.

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The only other exhibit I was really excited about was the Circus Figures and Posters. It didn't disappoint. The moment I walked in the door I was awed by an elaborate hand-carved three-ring circus (Kirk Bros), which Edgar Kirk fashioned over a period of 40 years using a penknife and treadle jigsaw! Can you imagine committing to a project like that for 40 years?? That's almost double my lifetime. I've always been fascinated by the old-time circus of the 30s, so this was definitely another interesting exhibit for me. Finally I headed home and waited for K to return with a fresh (and fabulous) tattoo... but man, do I feel exhausted! Getting up this morning was no easy feat.