Special Guest Post: In Which Mr. CP Screws Everything Up!

Our story begins, as so many do, with a mistake that was not immediately apparent.  As you, gentle reader, likely are aware, Kelsey abandoned me absconded departed for North Carolina a few days ago.  While she fretted over coffins, spooky accessories, and dresses, she entrusted me with a glorious task: update her blog.

Me accepting this task. With, apparently, my horse
Armor: Ye Olde Blacksmith Unlimited
Tabard: Forver Plagueridden
Horse: DIY Pasture

In the most noble manner imaginable, I accepted this quest: "Sweetie, I promise you, I will mess this up."

She, of course, thought I was joking.  She said, "Oh, you... I'm sure you'll come up with something wonderful."

And so, I find myself here... little black cat 'helping' (i.e. trying to eat my fingers) as I struggle to post something worthy.

Idea #1 - I offered simply to substitute in for her.  I had picked out an amazing outfit and was all set for a photo shoot.

For your sanity

Apparently, it's 'weird'  when I try to wear her clothes.

Idea #2 - This.

Armor: Mark VII Aquila Power Armor, Adeptus Mechanicus
Bolter: Godwyn Pattern, Adeptus Mechanicus
Life is the Emperor's currency; spend it well.  For the Imperium!

'Nuff said.

Idea #2, part 2: This as well.

Diving Suit: Bouncer Variant, Protector Program
Drill: Over Sized, Not Compensating at all

So, I learned a thing about fashion: seemingly, it does not include massive, genetically/surgically/psychically altered brutes.  Something new every day, as they say.

Idea #3: Lust list post!!!

North Coast Brewing Co, Old Rasputin XI

Boulevard Brewing Co Smokestack Series, Bourbon Barrel Quad (BBQ)

Wait... this isn't a blog about beer?  Back to the drawing board.

Idea #3b: Fashion and beer!

Ermine: Found in Nature
Label: DIY

Idea # pi.

I think I'm hilarious

Idea # History!

Certainly not made with forced labor or washed in urine

Romans.  They were a gross people.  Urinophoric much?

Idea #4: Distraction!

Look! Boy cat!

Annnnnndddd, work complete!  Now to bask in Kelsey's praise and adoration for a job well done.  There was charm (or something), and Gabriel looks a little like a pumpkin.  Hence, Charming Pumpkin!

I warned her this would happen.  I regret nothing!

- Mr. CP

Wedding Accessories

Necklace, Earrings, and Bracelet: Betsey Johnson (via Nordstrom Rack)

Clutch: DIY

I wanted to show you all some close up shots of the accessories I'm going to be sporting at the wedding I'm going to this weekend. A brief refresher: the bride and groom requested that no one wear black or red, and that guests wear spooky accessories. Yeah, tell me about it. I spent some time digging around on the internet, and found and fell in love with Betsey Johnson's Vampire Slayer collection. The earrings alone retailed for $40.00, though, which I was simply unwilling to pay. As a result, I just assumed that I would have to make my own accessories. On one of our many, many trips to Nordstrom Rack during my mother's recent visit, I was milling around in the jewelry section when I spied (gasp!) a bunch of pieces from the Betsey Johnson Vampire Hunter line. At Nordstrom Rack's prices, I simply couldn't resist. I can't decide which is my favorite. I love, love, love the upside down bat charm on the necklace (and the lips with fangs!), and every time I look at the raven earrings and bracelet I have to restrain myself from reciting Poe... because I had a mean-spirited high school English teacher who made us memorize various stanzas from "The Raven." But that's beside the point.

I'm apparently quite picky where clutches are concerned, and after spending way too much time browsing the internet and store fronts, I decided to make my own. The clutch you see above is the result of three practice rounds. It's still not perfect -- the seams aren't as clean as I'd like -- but I'm pleased with the result anyway. I attached a vintage brooch that my grandmother gave me years ago to add "a bit more 'Kelsey-ness' to it," as Mr. CP would say.

On a different note, I'm not sure that I'll be able to post at all while I'm in Charlotte, so I've arranged for a very special guest blogger. Expect that post on Friday! =)

Fly Away!

 

Please excuse my hair in this photo. It's doing something wonky... and yes, that is definitely a word.

Dress: eShakti

Cardigan: Halogen (via Nordstrom)

Earrings: Random store in Rome

Shoes: Rockport

Bracelet: Trollbeads

Sweater Clip: DIY

Headband: Nordstrom

This story begins, as many do, with a little known fact about myself. I snore. And not dainty, aw-shucks-isn't-she-cute snores, but my-God-in-heaven-how-did-this-trucker-get-in-my-bed snores. I don't do it often (as far as I know...), but when I do, Mr. CP understandably has trouble sleeping. Such was the case night before last, which is how Mr. CP came to be napping yesterday afternoon. I had a couple errands to run, so I quietly exited the house and started skipping my way down the steps (we have about 20 steps that lead up to our house from the street). Imagine my shock when I got to the bottom of the steps only to see a a homeless guy asleep/passed out/dead (I had no idea which at that point) at the base of the stairs. I really didn't want to wake Mr. CP up. It was my fault he was exhausted, after all. So my initial inclination was to try to step over the homeless man, but he was rather a big boned fellow, if you catch my drift. I also didn't want to risk pissing him off, as there are some rather volatile homeless people here in Seattle. I contemplated climbing over the fence into Neighbor #1's yard, but the fence is about six feet tall, and I'm really, really not at all agile. I thought about trying to climb through the ivy into Neighbor #2's yard, but that sounded like an even dumber idea than trying to scale the fence. Spiders?! Nuh-uh! No way! Not gonna happen! So I just sort of stood there... staring down at the homeless guy... willing him to wake up. Which he didn't do. I quietly ascended the stairs back into the house, and woke Mr. CP up from his peaceful slumber. At which point we both descended the front stairs... and stared at the homeless guy... and willed him to wake up. Which he still didn't do. Neither of us wanted to wake him, so we rock-paper-scissored to see who would call the Police Department (I lost... BLAST!). Because I wasn't sure whether the guy was asleep or dead, they put me on the line with the Fire Department... who came out with a giant truck, an entire crew, and three or four EMTs. And that, my friends, is how the Fire Department came to be at our house for the second time in two weeks. It turned out the man wasn't dead, just drunk and passed out, thank goodness. They were kind enough to bundle him up and take him to a local shelter, where I hope he's faring better.

Oh, yeah. I almost forgot to mention that the crew that came out yesterday was the same crew that came out when our pipe burst. I'm pretty sure they think we're raging fools. They were speaking to me veeeeeery slooooooowly like I was about four years old.