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If you are at the Coachella Music Festival, anywhere near the Sahara stage tonight, keep an eye out for my zombie shirts! Some folks working with the Evil Nine will be wearing them! How rad is that? The first person to send me a picture of someone wearing my zombie shirt out in the world (someone that isn't related to you!) gets a free zombie shirt. The person must be willing to get their picture taken, though! No stealth photogs! There is one free shirt here in your size! Just one!
I will be selling my stuff at the Big Art Show in DC tomorrow (Saturday, April 28th). Do come out and see me! I silk screened these ghostie bags new for the night:
Here's the info:
BIG ART SHOW DC #1
Saturday, April 28th
@ The Rock And Roll Hotel
1353 H Street, NE,
Washington, DC 20002
Doors @ 7 ~ $5 (non-participants) ~ all ages
Over 50 artists, plus bands. Should be super super cool! Do say hi!
i am going to philly in june sans (without) babies.
This is happy and sad. It is two whole days! That's right, I got into Art Star in Philly. I am super excited. Man, I am super excited. Now I have one month to work work work on my stuff.
More on this later. It is late and I must sleep.
I really dig Magpie D.C., a new local to D.C. etsy seller. She makes the most charming little bats and ghosties and Astro-NOTs!
and
From Magpie D.C.
We have one of her ghosties and the girls learned to say ghost by playing with him!
The differences in the girls are worrying me. I want to jump into their DNA and see these differences. I often think they are only half identical, a not so proven theory that sometimes twins are made when the egg splits before being fertilized. Thus giving the girls the same parts from me, but different from their dad. This is how I rationalize their differences, the slight plump of Anya's face, Rachi's thinner frame. And then there are times when I know for a fact that they are completely identical, like when they sleep or are in fresh from a bath, hair all wet like seaweed on their bitty heads.
This is all, of course, visual and physical and of little consequence next to the other differences. The social ones. The emotional ones. The ones that make them most noticeably different.
At the Rock n Romp today, Rachi was overwhelmed by the people and the music and begged to be put in her stroller to leave. Anya watched and gave her an inflatable guitar found on the floor. This was the third time this week that I had to talk Rachi into a social situation. The other two involved kids at the playground who wanted to play with her, to whom she told coldly to "go away." Anya watches these exchanges very closely, offering Rachi a helpful hand when she sees an in, but it never seems to work. The differences in how they deal with things is just shocking at times. Anya smiles and offers a toy to the homeless transsexual who follows us into the park (um yeah, I will tell this story soon!), Rachi offers a hand out with a pushing motion and a firm, "go away." Anya is interested in most everything. Rachi is often heard calling things "scary" or "creepy" while planting herself in a spot and not moving from it.
I want to map their DNA on a big big board in the kitchen, where I write down my work for the day and check each little part and see what makes one child one way and the other another way. I want to know if this is a phase or will I be always worrying that one child is unhappy.
It is easy to think your kid is going through a phase, but what happens when you have a kid whose phase doesn't end? These are my big worries right now. For now, I dream of shrinking my self nano nano and mapping their DNA, like they are cloned sheep or cats. I will wear a tiny tiny lab coat and drive a little boat and be injected by a future needle that doesn't pinch. I will learn the secrets of my girls and their quirks and I will worry no more.
After nearly a month of up and down, I finally saw something new this morning:
This morning, the scale gave me:
Thank heavens. I feel like I am fighting a war.
Today's featured Etsy shop is the wonderful Elloh
From Elloh
I bought this Dwight print for my brother for xmas because he works all alone. This Dwight is now his office mate. I loved Dwight so much that I bought us one for the apartment. Then I bought another one for Jeff to take to work. Lucky me, I ended up getting a free Angela to go with Jeff's Dwight. At $8.50 these wonderful prints are so affordable that you gotta buy one for everyone you know! I love how she takes her favorites in pop culture and makes them her own. She also has rad taste! Oh and she doesn't just have Dwight, I have loved watching the entire cast of both Office series show up in her store. It is like seeing portraits of friends.
Here is Dwight in our living room, in an Ikea frame along with my ghostie and our favorite round orange Ikea mirror.
I am thinking of getting the Ryan next:
Or perhaps Jim:
You can pick up the whole casts for $85!
So last week on The Office, Kelly called Larry in the warehouse a seamonster. It was meant to be mean because he is big, I think. It was the strangest exchange I had ever heard. Such a weird thing for someone to say. Do I have any blog readers who write for The Office? :) Have you ever heard anyone call someone a seamonster? Very strange. Making me rethink this whole seamonster thing!
I have been doing a lot of silk screening lately and am working with scottmotorbike on a new design. Everytime I think I am tapped out and won't come up with something new, won't ever have any new ideas again, I come up with something that I really dig.
I am getting ready for The Big Art Show in DC on April 28th. Do come out and see me.
BIG ART SHOW WASHINGTON D.C.
Saturday April 28th - Rock And Roll Hotel - 1353 H St
7pm
Until then, you can see new stuff off to the right in my etsy shop. I still have a bunch of special orders for ghostie shirts... but my gocco is scarying me and ruining bulbs, so I am not looking forward to the two shirt design! The shirts are here, though, in case you are waiting for one, it will be done this week.
I have been spending the last two weeks digging out of a pattern of eating. I didn't say over-eating because I was actually just eating like a normal person and not counting points or thinking about portions. I was not specifically binging or eating bad things. I think that i found myself happy in my smaller body. I got over-confident and slipped. This caused me to gain and drop the same 4 pounds over and over again.
I think a lot of people get to this place and this is when they stop their work. They think, oh well, this doesn't work and just stop. I never once thought this in the past two weeks. I just wondered when I would get back to work. Wondering does you nothing, though. You have to actively get back to the job of weight loss. It is a job with tasks and goals and rewards.
So last night I put up a dry erase board in the kitchen. One of the best weight loss tools is to write down everything you eat (and their points if you are doing weight watchers). So instead of writing this down in a the little book I had been carrying around with me, I am now going to write it down on the big board on the wall. This way, I can always see what I have eaten during the day. And if I don't want to write it on the board, then I don't eat it.
I finally feel back on track. I remember losing the first 70 pounds, this happened about every 15 or so pounds lost. You get comfortable and feel great, so you just eat the popcorn at the movies or the extra rice on your plate. It is part of the learning a new lifestyle process, I think. Learning that you can't lapse. That this isn't a diet. This is a new you.
I have never been a purse person. I am more of a bag person. But I have found a purse maker whose creations I can't seem to resist. I bought this for myself on etsy, it is the second purse by Sulako that I own.
From Sulako
I love this purse because of the rad fabric and the mix of orange and green. But I also love love love the shape and the magnet snap.
The shop has another one that I have my eye on (so don't you buy it!). It is called "Escape from Witch Mountain Purse"
Today on etsy, I saw these rad Yeti undies. Didn't buy them cause my bum is far bigger than this, but they are still rad. ( Oh and LemonCadet says, "If you would like a creature like this, or any of my other little guys, just send me an email. I am happy to take special requests for panties or other articles of clothing in many sizes.") Rad.
From LemonCadet
LemonCadet has lots of other yetis, though. I like the yeti. I wish I had one for a pet. Of course, who doesn't!
I also dig the Milkman's designs on kid's shirts:
From Milkman
You can even get your shirt in a milk bottle!
Rock-n-Romp and DeSoto Records Present....
...a very special CD release show for the new children's compilation PLAY. Tell your friends with kids! Tell your coworkers with kids! Volunteer to babysit that adorable niece or nephew for the afternoon and come rock and romp with Georgie James and The Cassettes! Yes, you MUST have a child with you to enjoy the show. Check all the details at www.rocknromp.com.
Sunday April 22nd 3:00 - 5:00 pm
Adults $5, kids under 12 FREE
Adults MUST be accompanied by a child for admission
The Spanish Ballroom @ Glen Echo Park
7300 MacArthur Blvd, Glen Echo, MD
Presented in cooperation with the Glen Echo Park Partnership for Arts & Culture, Inc., the National Park Service and Montgomery County, MD
Jeff and the girls and I will be there! Check this out cause it is gonna be rad. The ballroom at Glen Echo Park is amazing!
Jeff and I were lucky to have a grandma here watching the girls today, so we headed out into our city world via Metro to see the movie Grindhouse. Three hours of b-movies about zombies and cars. My life is rad. Washington was sunny and cold and my scarf was orange and had an octopus pin on my coat and my socks didn't match and I left my hair down all pink and blond and messy. I love the random messy mess of my city and of myself and everything. And Grindhouse made me realize why people like my zombie shirts, cause zombies really are something to worry about.
There was a trailer for a movie directed by Rob Zombie and I thought, good for Mr. Rob Zombie, big movie director. "He can't be a rocker forever," Jeff said. And I thought about how I love Rob Zombie's hair. And I also wondered about how he became Rob Zombie. I wonder how long ago that was? And that made me realize that I AM now Tina Seamonster. And this is kinda weird and sometimes make me feel like a lame-o, but most of the time, I AM Tina Seamonster. Like this is me, this new tina. I dig that. I wondered who Tina Seamonster will become. Will she direct horror movies in 10 years? I doubt it cause I don't dig horror movies, but living a new name opens doors that you would have never thought to open. I have only in the past few months really owned the name again. I dig this. I dig that mammahood hasn't killed my spirit, smashed me into bits and re-formed me into this mommy person who wears mom jeans and has stupid hair. I dig this. Cause I don't wanna be that person and I won't be.
I am thinking of Rob Zombie's hair and my own and new colors are coming to mind. New colors and new ideas fitting of the seamonster that I am.
Are you who you want to be? Think about it a little. For real.
here is what i bought on etsy today:
From dahliasforme
and
From blockpartypress
and
From WillsArt
here is what i would like to buy
From PreciousPups
Go handmade!
birdie eats pizza at 14th and U
We picked the U street post office on Friday over the one on Florida and Conn. They are two different worlds. U street is very DC, very city, very urban bullet proofed glass, let's look at dead rats. Florida and Conn. is all sweetness and light compared. U street was the right choice because we got to watch a bird eating a jumbo slice of pizza for a long time. Ani learned to say, "birdie eats pizza (but she says patzzza)." On the way home, the pizza abandoned and the girls yell, "birdie nummies, patzzza!"
the same face so close
Rachi likes to put her arms around your neck as she falls asleep. She holds your face very close to hers and smiles with closed eyes. I do this with Anya, too, to find that they have the same face as they sleep, so close up. Like little clay trolls, all cheeks and eyes. This is strange, but wonderful.
one little cake and some blueberries
the girls love raisins, but call them blueberries. they run to the kitchen screaming, "blueberries, blueberries, BLUE berries." Their play has gotten so much more complicated in the past week. I wish I would have seen these changes coming. They sit and feed plastic food to plastic people. They fight over the only two pieces of plastic food that we have, a small pink cake and a small bowl of actual blueberries. They say, "bunny, babies, cake, nummies, blueberries." Then someone wants the cake and bites her sister on the face to get it.
Send me your old plastic food if you are done with it.
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