Tuesday, December 31, 2013

Words To Share

Yehaw! 31 days of blogging! To be fair, due to the upheaval of a loss in our tribe, "31 Days of Blogging" really became "31 Days of Writing".

Christmas and the following snowy day were spent finding the right words to share to commemorate my Grandpa's incredible life and cuddling up with family.

Kickin it Old Skool wants to know what I will celebrate about this past month and the Blogathon: 

For me, this month was about knowing a deep sense of family, sharing loss, and story telling.
Gratitude. Always Gratitude.

The Blogathon became a daily meditation (meditations can be silly, you know...) that I looked forward to.
 The practice of Writing Every Day was challenge. And it felt great. 

I'd like to thank those of you who have visited me along the way and for your sweetness. Thank you to all of the participating blog hotties--it has been a treat to peek into your lives.

I'm looking forward to bringing you all sorts of bodacious new content in the new year!

Happy Writing, Puddings,

Let's stay in touch!



Secret Ingredient

Kickin' it Old Skool asks us to share our best recipe.  I'm really not much of a cook.  However, I have a few tried and true classics to share with you:

A Recipe for Disaster:
-Care too much about what other people think of you.
- Go along with the plan even when it hurts your senses.
-Be sure to never rock the boat, it may be upsetting to others.
-Continue to believe that depriving yourself of what your body needs leads to increased productivity.

A Recipe for An Ass Kicking Cup of Coffee
-spoonful of roasted dandelion root (grab them from the yard, bake 'em, grind in your coffee grinder.)
-pinch cayenne pepper, cinnamon, and cloves
-toss it all into a french press, along with your favorite coffee. Steep!
-Stir in a spoon full of honey and get shit DONE.

A Recipe for a Perfect Outfit
--Wear whatever the hell you want.
--Add a  great hat. 
--Remember you are never over dressed. Others are just under prepared.

A Recipe for the "Molly Roberts" Cocktail (The College Edition)
--Empty half of a room-temperature PBR tallboy into your gullet.
--Fill the second half of the can with bottom shelf vodka from your pocket.
--Ash your cigarette on top. Shake gently and say, "This party sucks..."

A Recipe for my Actual Favorite Cocktail.
--Equal parts dry champagne and St. Germaine in a lovely chilled glass. 

A Recipe for Awesome
--Make a plan.
--Realize plan may change.
--Commit tiny bits of Real Love and Energy to the plan everyday.
--Stay grateful for the things you have while working on the new thing you want.
--Align yourself with people who are aligned with you. <--- DO NOT SUBSTITUTE.
--Be amazed.

What are your best recipes?

Bon Appetite,

Sunday, December 29, 2013

Crystal Ball

Do you ever close your eyes and attempt to pry into the future? Search the back of your eyelids for a specter of the possible you? Kickin It Old Skool is asking us to share our esoteric visions via selfie:

Share a selfie about the person you are becoming.

Alright, I cheated. I obviously didn't take this picture--my precious Mum did. This is an image from
Tigernite's largest show of the year. It was our first gig at Turner Hall and easily the most terrified I've ever been before a performance.

 There was enough adrenaline pumping through me to flip a car. A full blown case of Jello Knees brought on the Sahara in my mouth. (Which was confusing as my palms seemed to have no trouble producing an onslaught of clammy goodness...)

But Rock and Roll won the day. It was one of the best days of my life.

This picture represents the affirmation of some tough choices being the right choices. It represents Zero Fucks Being Given. The Sea of Possiblilities . This girl isn't afraid of you.

She has everything she needs: a motley crew of wonderful, crazy, talented humans who are just as bat-shit nuts as she is. She isn't afraid to get what she wants.

Alright pumpkins, it's your turn to peer into the future.

What sort of creature are you becoming?

Whisker Kisses,

Saturday, December 28, 2013

Friday, December 27, 2013

2013: Super Powers

Holy shark attack, Batman the year is almost over! Today we're taking stock of 2013 with Kickin It Old Skool.

I will remember...
2013 was a truly transformative year. After leaving a job that was figuratively (and literally) killing me for a job I love, we moved into a new home, gave up processed food, made a recordplanted a garden, played on the radio, gigged like crazy, had my first solo exhibition, performed at Mondo Lucha, spent quiet time in the woods, adventured with friends, went on my dream trip and built a new blog home. Whew!

I will leave behind...
While in metamorphic butterfly mode, the mission was to cut out toxic people and poisonous things. (If the thought of hanging out with a friend gives you a panic attack, they're not a friend.) It was tough work, but truthfully-- the sweet sweet fruit of a Bullshit Free Year was worth the labor.

If you visit my 2013 Emotional Sidewalk Rummage, you'll find plenty of anxiety for sale. Cheap.

I don't need it anymore.

I learned...
Three potent lessons were presented this year. The First Lesson, You Are Your Own Badass. Be your own hero. Plan it. Get traction. Make it happen. 

The Second Lesson comes from my friend Eric. His super power is the ability to ask for things I'd never think to. Want your song on the radio? Ask. Want to play with national acts? Ask. Want label support? Ask. Knock on the door. It's free.

The Third Lesson: There is no harm in Thinking Bigger. It's painless. A dream can't hurt you. You won't be crushed by it. That's science. Let's get big and weird!

I will celebrate...
A rock and roll journey, my loving tribe, the incredible life of my Grandpa, exploring my city, a creative tidal wave, finishing what we start and being insanely happy. I can't wait to wear a crown and drink bubbly with my favorite humans!

What does your year look like, kittens?

2014, Prepare to be Destroyed.

Tuesday, December 24, 2013

Worst Case Scenario: Survival Tips

Would you go camping without a sleeping bag or matches? Would you drive your car through the
desert without a spare tire? Would you plunge into the Amazon rainforest without a machette?

Would you host a party without making life saving arrangements? Of course not. Because you're a smart kitten. Be Prepared! Here are a few tips on how to be a party scout:

1) Remember the ice. Like mountains of it.

2) If you are robbing people of their shoes at the door, provide them with a pair of slippers. I talk about why here.

3) You will always need more toilet paper than you expected.

4) Don't feel pressured to provide an unending fountain of beverages. It's your job to make your guests feel welcome, not to get them stinky drunk.  If a guest is stinky drunk, it's your job to give them a sparkling water and arrange their ride.

5) It's okay and sometimes necessary to have an Off-Limits Space. Having guests means we're sharing your space, not we're moving in. This is the perfect place to keep personal items, let a relative make a phone call, let shy pets take shelter...and take a shot before dinner.

6) If dinner goes to shit in the oven. Don't panic. Chinese take-out on your grandmothers china will make an amazing "hey remember that one Christmas..." story. Would eating cake for dinner really be the worst thing that's ever happened? More like The Best Thing That's Ever Happened.

7) If a guest decides to take dinner conversation in an uncouth direction, be prepared with a good knock-knock joke. The party will get the hint and shift chit chat to something more pleasant.

8) Messes happen. Entire bottles of red wine will spill on the carpet. Crystal glasses will smash on the floor. Couches will start on fire. (True story.)  It's okay. It's just stuff. Keep your fire extinquisher and broom where you can see them.

9) It is okay to ask your guests to bring something. They want to. Let them. You'll both be happier.

10) Relax. Your guests don't expect perfection. They expect to be together. An fun imperfect party is far superior to a perfect bore.

Happy Holidays from all of us at Dreamsicle Headquarters!

Party On, Muffins.

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Monday, December 23, 2013

For Your Pleasure

It's day 23 and we're talking Books. Last year robbed me of a lot of things, especially the privacy to
read. I made it a mission for 2013 to read for pleasure. Often. On trains. During lunch. At the beach.

And I did.

The following is a list of a the titles from this years reading list that I would recommend to a friend. That's you. 

[1] Bossy Pants by Tina Fey

[2] Poems by Maya Angelou

[3] Breakfast at Tiffany's by Truman Capote

[4] The Serpent and The Rainbow: The Starling Truth About The Secret World of Haitian Voodoo and Zombis by Wade Davis

[5] Grow Your Handmade Business by Kari Chapin

[6] How To Be An Explorer of The World by Keri Smith

[7] Coal and Diamonds by Beth Ditto

[8] Blow By Blow: The Story of Isabella Blow by Detmar Blow

[9] An Open Life: Frida Kahlo by Raquel Tibol and Elinor Randall

[10] Bird by Bird: Some Instructions on Writing and Life by Anne Lamott

[12] Dandelion Hunter: Foraging the Urban Wilderness by Rebecca Lerner

[13] Role Models by John Waters

[14] Desolate King by Matthew Wilson

[15] Young, Broke and Fabulous by Suze Orman

[16] My Booky Wook: A Memoir of Sex, Drugs and Stand-Up by Russel Brand

[17] Currently reading Urban Shaman: The Way of The Hawaiian Adventurer and Kitchen Confidential.

What are you reading, Muffins?

Sunday, December 22, 2013

A Light in The Darkness


I have no silly memes today. No technicolor filters or stupid hats to share. Stepping out into the morning snow to the sound of church bells chiming brought a new tide of tears.

In the quiet hours of the early morning, my Grandpa found rest. He passed on the shortest day of the year.

On the solstice, your shadow is the longest it will be all year. 

I'm not sure why, but that feels right.

We gathered in his warm darkened room to watch him sleep. To touch his hair. To give kisses. To say thank you--

Thank you for his gifts and presence. Thank you for waiting for us.

The tears are not only of loss, but of deep grattitude. We are so incredibly lucky to have had him in our lives for a nearly supernatural span-- for all of the celebrations under the same roof, summertime bike rides, orange popsicles, polka hops and carrots washed with garden hoses.

Dirt is good for you.

Trapsing through the drifts on the way to work, I rode the waves of hot tears and staccato breathing.  Heavy flakes cascaded down, the sun glowing through the blue clouds over the city.

A light in the darkness.

I am grateful for the holidays for my tribe to gather to, to celebrate an incredible life and weather the storm together. And just like our rock planet soaring through space, the days will grow incrementally brighter.

One day at a time.

 I love you, Grandpa.

Friday, December 20, 2013

Joan of Arc Adventure

I've been itching to visit this place. It took two tries to get here.  I have always felt a strong affection for Joan of Arc (A shaved witchy saint? You don't say?) and was giddy to finally explore it.

Tucked away behind a library on the Marquette campus downtown, is an unexpected quiet jewel. The hidden Gothic chapel was built in a Frace between 1412 and 1431 and reconstructed Milwaukee in 1966. It is the only structure of it's kind in the western hemisphere.

Past the heavy doors, you are greeted by the warmth and privacy of the tiny chapel where centuries old artwork, tapestries, and stained glass windows are within arms reach.

There are no ticket queues, overeager tour guides or plexiglass boxes. Just the whispering light of candles and your own thoughts. Intimate and breathtaking, it is a truly magical space.

Let's go inside.

Where have you been exploring?

Adventure On,

Thursday, December 19, 2013

In Case of Emergency

Kickin' it Old Skool wants a peek in our bag. Alright, you Creepers you,  Ten things living in my purse right now...

[1] A take-out box of Singapore noodles with the word "Al" written on the top.

[2] Lipsticks: Black Cherry, Hot Passion, Moon Drop Orange, Totally Toffee and Sugar Plum Fairy.

[3] Take-a-Number "B13" from the fabric store.

[4] A retractable baton. (Okay, I made that one up. But sometimes I wish I had one.)

[5] Black Noir Mega Liquid Liner.

[6] Urban Shaman: The Hawaiian Way of The Adventurer  in paperback.

[7] Violet "Janis Joplin" sunnies.

[8] A private note I found on the cross walk that's too sad to throw away.

[9] Lust perfume by Lush with the label rubbed off.

[10] A list of Things To Do This Year in blue ink.

What can't you leave the house without? Emergency Snacks? Road flares?


Wednesday, December 18, 2013

Dirty Dancing

This may be my favorite prompt of All Time. "Wishcasting Wednesday" was the first blogging group I ever participated in-- it's how I came to know my online tribe, for whom I am endlessly grateful.

The rules are quite simple.

1) Your Thoughts are Things and just as much a part of Nature as rocks or birds or tides. 

2) Cool things are possible when we get our thoughts together for a party. 

Alright, let's Wish.

This wish comes with a little back story. A few weeks ago, I not-so-cryptically posted about trying something I'd never done before. I'm a burlesque fan girl: I love to read about it, gather images and travel the country to see the best. These performers honor a great tradition, own their bodies and are truly committed to their art.

While sitting on a train a few weeks ago, I came across an audition call for a new cabaret. I have always wanted to attempt burlesque but was just too chicken shit: conscious of my body, worried about my lack of grace, concerned about my butt.  And afraid. Mostly afraid. And the butt thing.

A little voice said, It's a new year, Lady. Let's get weird.

So I auditioned. And I bombed. And not the "you're your own worst critic" bombing of a perfectionist-- but actually bombed. I turned into a sweat sock in the waiting room, warbled through my song, got my tutu stuck in my nose ring and fudged the end of my act. It was brutal.

I was not sexy. I was Doomed. Utter doom.

And then I recieved the call that I had been cast. Holy shit.

I'll be appearing as Veruca Salt in Charlie's Chocolate Cabaret.

The Universe rewards leaps of insanity.

My wish is that this new opportunity--my personal final frontier--will help me hone my stage craft. I wish for this to be a positive learning experience and to meet other performers who are proud of their freak flags and wear their art on their sleeves. I wish to be fearless!

What do you wish for, kittens? Wish big. Wish wide.

Don't tell my Grandma,

Tuesday, December 17, 2013

This Is Not a Test

Where does your mind roam? On day 17 of our blogathon, Kickin' Old Skool is playing with free association.
I love using devices like these for conjuring up with new images for songs and drawings. Let's play!

River. Travel to the next life, the future, talking rocks and willow trees.

Fresh. Glaciers, crunch, secret garden, roots and ripe perfume.

Escape. Subconscious, winds, medicine, cocoon and the desert.

Moment. Victory, happy accidents, encounters.

Night. New disguise, smoking gun, full moons, and violet snow.

Your turn, Muffins!

See you on the other side,

Monday, December 16, 2013

Rocks, Tribes and Kites

Kickin' it Old Skool wants to know who rocks your world. Our tribe, our partners in crime, our best mates our Rocks, our Kites and fur babies. There are too many to name.

"All is full of love, you'll be taken care of..." -Bjork

 Here's to all the Loves we haven't met yet,

The Highway Mixtape

Kickin' it Old Skool wants us to devulge our Mix Tape Diaries and spill our favorite songs.

This is like asking someone to pick their favorite child.

Favorite song, favorite record, favorite band. I always choke. I get sad thinking about the astronomical mass of amazing music there is floating around in the world, and that I only have two ears and will never hear most of it.

If I were granted a wish, that couldn't be something noble like abolishing hunger or a triumphant restoration of human rights, but something really fun and selfish-- I'd wish for a soundtrack to follow me for all of my waking hours.

Since we're getting hypothetical, if I were granted a super power it would be the ability to recall any song lyric ever written. It's where the good parts of humans are retained. A soul museum.

Songs have a special physics that preserve moments in time, artifacts of smells, friends we've forgotten, places we miss or are glad to be free of.

They're just like the rest of the Universe-- infinite and expanding.


I have different types of favorite songs: Driving at night songs, getting ready songs, mourning songs, party songs, being alone songs, favorite word songs, favorite guitar solo songs, favorite live songs...

These are few of my Favorite Songs to Hear in The Car.

I Would Do Anything For Love [Meatloaf]
Wig in a Box [Hedwig and The Angry Inch]
Highway 61 [Bob Dylan]
Ace of Spades [Motorhead]
Favor House Atlantic [Coheed and Cambria]
Wannabe Angel [Foxy Shazam]
Bad Reputation [Joan Jett and The Black Hearts]
When The Levee Breaks [Led Zeppelin]
Miss Atomic Bomb [The Killers
Blue Orchid [The White Stripes]
Born To Run [The Boss]

What do you listen to while tearing through the desert?

Rock and Roll XO

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Saturday, December 14, 2013

Single Sentence Witchcraft

"If you go home with somebody, and they don't have books, don't fuck 'em!" -- John Waters

Welcome to my gravity defying bookshelf...

We're keeping it short and sweet today with some bibliomancy! Kickin' it Old School instructs us to open the third book on the top shelf and share the first sentence:

"The hands on the clock are hitting Hour #6 at a cocktail party, the tarts have long since disappeared and the candles are stubs."

Whisker Kisses,

Friday, December 13, 2013

My First.

Today Kickin' it Old Skool presents My First...Trip to New Orleans.

I say my first trip because I will be coming back for her.

She is an alternate dimension, a City of the Dead and Exuberantly Living. This was a journey I'd been waiting to make my entire life. This was a Holy mission.  I struggle to write about this wet and curious place because I feel as though I lack the juicy poetry to worship her adequately.

Not to get all "hippy woo-woo" on you, but the energy of New Orleans is surreal. The mix of history, hardship, bodies beneathe every courtyard and knowing that your city is sinking is an intoxicating and menacing vibration. 

Have you ever found yourself if a place you've never been, but you know you've been there before? New Orleans is like dreaming about being kissed by someone you know is gone.

I found parts of myself scattered over slippery cobblestone, tucked into crypts and staring straight back at me through smudged storefront windows. I left parts of my heart too, so I would know the trail back.
Wait for me,


Thursday, December 12, 2013

Things I Know For Sure

Are you certain? What does your banner say? Would you have it tattooed?

On our 12th day of the Blogathon, Kickin' It Old Skool asks us to share 10 Things I Know For Sure. 

[1] If at first you don't succeed, dig a secret tunnel and blow that shit up on the second try. It's not about perfection. It's about victory.

[2] The secret to a 'great body' is looking in the mirror and saying, "You're great". Boom. Done.

[3] Cynicism is hilarous, but unproductive.

[4] A good hat makes you look like serious business. We like that.

[5] Never NEVER ever take advice from someone who is less happy than you. EVER.

[6] Money can't buy happiness. But it buys cupcakes. And that's kind of the same thing...

[7] If it won't matter five hours from now, five days from now or five years from now:

 Don't fucking worry about it.

[8] My mom taught me that you're going to have to make your own Fun.

[9] The key to amazing hair: stop washing it all the time.

[10] I believe in the Healing power of Rock & Roll.

That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

What do you know, Puddings?

Forever Yours,

Wednesday, December 11, 2013

There's something in my eye...

We are eleven days into the blogathon and it's time to talk about our feelings. Kickin' it Old Skool wants to know what makes us weepy. For me, weepy implies a happy tear as a result of being joyously crushed in an embarrassing and endearingly human way-- not a moment of despair.

So without further ado I present to you my collection of Sniff-Inducing Artifacts.

This piece by Mussorgsky turns on the water works every time.

The first time I stood in front of Madame X at the Met in New York, I welled up.

It doesn't matter who sings it, this song gives me chills. This is one of my favorite performances.

And the Sniffle Mother Load:

Sorry, I've got something in my eye...

Tuesday, December 10, 2013

Balls of Joy

 It's Show and Tell day at Kickin' it Old Skool! We're taking a peek at things we love and what we've been making. I've been in craftasaurus mode for the past few weeks and this is my latest adventure...

I fell head over fluffy heals for these House of Holland pom pom earrings. How kitsch, flouncy and funny-- I live for a funny accessory. (One of the great joys in life is a good conversation piece.) But not so funny at $75+ a pair.

Bring forth my glue gun!

While snuffling around a Michael's I rounded up a few plastic gems, earring backs and two ocean-blue marabou Christmas tree ornaments. It took approximately 10 seconds and $4 to make these little dangly balls of joy. They are Absurd. And I love them.

These fluffies are so fun to wear I now require all of my earrings to be extra ticklish.

New Years Eve perhaps?

What are you making, Kittens?

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