Tuesday, March 15, 2011

White pants -- really?

Does this look really work on anyone in real day-to-day life?




The other day, I was in a store with a pal and commented on how, if I were to put on a pair of the white pants before us (those you see above), I would be terrified that a) I would spill something on them, b) I would sit in something, c) I would spontaneously get my period regardless of the time of the month, and d) that my ass would look like the Great White South. She laughed, but agreed that, no, she would never dare to wear white pants.

WHO CASUALLY WEARS WHITE PANTS?

I want to speculate on this for a bit.

- The rich, who don't give a crap if they ruin a pair of pants.

- Those with intensely high self-esteem, who know they look hot in the pants and anyone who thinks otherwise can SUCK IT.

- The fastidiously neat, for whom mess is not even an option.

- The immensely zen, who would never consider the list of worries I've mentioned.

- The total disaster, who gets the pants and falls prey to the plagues I listed but is too oblivious to notice.

- The fashion victim, who gets the pants and falls prey to ALL of the plagues I listed after wearing the pants once and never wears them again.



(Uhhh, yikes.)

I know that were I to attempt the look, I'd fall squarely on my Great White South into the final category. Probably onto some gum.

I. Am. Slain.

Madewell. You're killing me.



I adore this skirt found here. Yet I am not prepared to pay that much for the skirt, especially since it's dry clean only.

Really, this entire outfit destroys me. If I were tall enough to pull this look off, I'd wear it every day. (OK, fine, I wouldn't, but I'd want to.) But I can't. Because I'm 5'2" and the skirt is dry clean only.

Monday, March 14, 2011

An open love letter to the notepad function on my iPhone

Oh, iPhone notepad.

In the days before I had you, I relied so much on regular paper. I went through post-its like (insert something else I use a lot; all I can think of now are post-its). My day-planner was littered with things that had nothing to do with my days or planning them but things I just wanted to remember. Trying to check my appointments through a veil of scribblings on songs to remember, restaurants to try, and vinatge stores to check out was not ideal.

Now, I have you.

My incessant and unnecessary list-making feels like less of a vice with you around. I don't have to rifle through my notebooks, trying to remember which week it was that I couldn't stop thinking about making a quinoa-based lasagna item or when it was that I decided that I really wanted to make a rag rug and detailed exactly what I'd need to do so.

Thank you, you electronic enabler.

Friday, January 7, 2011

Posting more clips...

Because it's after 6 on a Friday and I'm still at work... LINKS!




(almost 300,000 views on this one!)


A couple links to pieces that I've done...

(Honestly, this is more so I can keep track of them and not just shameless self-promotion, I swear.)

Puppy Love from Brett Gilbert on Vimeo.



Monday, January 3, 2011

Intent is Nine-Tenths of New Years Resolutions...

OK, these aren't really resolutions. These are things I want to do that I'm writing down so I don't forget them.

Make bao. Yeah, the little Chinese buns. Imma make 'em from scratch. It's gonna be great.

Buy a hula-hoop. One of those exercisey ones. You know, to offset all those bao I'll be chaoing daon. (See what I did there?...)

Get some headphones. So that I can get work done. Like, you know, I'm not doing now. (Update: These have now been classified -- by me -- as low priority. Mostly because...)

Get a laptop. It's time. That big white eMac from '04 is practically fossilized.

Yoga. There are too many yoga studios in LA for me to get away with not going. Even if it's only for the duration of the Oedipus show I'm doing, which sound like it's gonna kick my ass.

Leave myself more free time than last year. I do NOT need to do 2 or more shows at a time, especially when they're not paying me.

Play my ukulele more. Leaving myself free time should allow more of that.

Write something big. Something fun. Something other than a half-assed brain dump blog. (No offense, blog.)

Make clothes for myself. You know, in that free time I'm leaving myself.

That's all for now/nao. Time to work.