I spent yesterday resting, shopping, and then in a frenzy of glue and glitter activity. By the time I went to bed, I could see red when I closed my eyes and kept finding little globs of UHU glue all over me. For the sake of my keyboard and not getting glue and gunk in it, I stayed off the laptop. I hope you understand…
All of the above can only mean one thing: more carnival prep!
Sunday: Lazy No More!
First things first, though, I’ll hit you up with some food pics lest you get the idea that carnival prep is so all-consuming I forget to eat–yeah right:
Since I decided to sleep in and forgo the market this week, I didn’t go grocery shopping in the morning either, so I had no eggs for breakfast pancakes, scrambles, French toast… Oatmeal it was, spruced up by this sweet mango that the Eagle-Eyed Husband spotted waaaay up in our tree last week (it was so high up that I have to wonder: does the man climb the tree to fetch them?)
Then I made like a Refrigerator Vacuum Cleaner and sucked up my leftovers in a most cross-cultural fashion:
Voila some West Indian red beans with Chinese pepper beef and vegetables, an unholy combination unless you’re in super-diverse Trinidad, where this combo actually could turn up on a table. (Donkey candlestick courtesy of my stylista grandmother, who gave it to my other/sweetie grandmother, who kindly bequeathed it to me. It’s not political–it came from Spain.)
OK, back to the good feathery stuff….
I was my usual procrastinatin’ self and couldn’t bring myself to make a decision on my Monday wear bra for weeks, so I did up my boots first, by attaching the costume leg pieces and some purchased feathers to the gold-sprayed boots. I then UHU’d the hell out of the entire nonsense and gloated at how cool it all looks:
Then I tackled Monday sneakers. I had planned on wearing my boots for both days, but idea of having the legpiece decorations fall off on Monday (or, conversely, of having to decorate worn, possibly drink-splashed boots in an intoxicated state on Monday night) was just way too much for me, so I got a pair of cheap tacky Converse fauxverse at Francis Fakes Francis Fashions and got down with the spray-paint again. Note the endearingly horrid sneakers before The Spraying:
As you can see, I covered the rubber parts with masking tape to keep the stripes and white parts, then sprayed and sprayed some more with gold paint before leaving them to dry:
I then crossed my fingers and pulled back the tape, and wouldn’t you know? They came out AWESOME–white parts preserved, skulls covered, only a teensy bit of unavoidable pink left!
I may or may not attach some feathers to the back. Either way, I think the gold sneakers will be in rotation long after carnival is over (if they survive…)
After the sneakers, I realized I was ready as I would ever be to deal with the Monday bra issue. I had bought a perfectly decent bra to cover up and decorate. However, I was concerned about covering the back and the straps, which would need to stay elastic for it to fit properly and comfortably. In the end, I decided to keep the bra for regular wear and covered up an older strapless bra; that way, I wouldn’t need to mess with decorated strap nonsense and could use clear straps if necessary. I also decided to leave the nude-tone back uncovered to prevent any shrinking/elastic issues.
Voila my handiwork:
I looove it. It matches the Monday boy shorts perfectly and I’m digging its Indian maharani-dressed-as-Wonder-Woman vibe. (Also in the shot are some armpieces with feathers and gems and a feathery hair barrette for Monday, which I’ll wear in the back of my head in combination with the leftover bra trim as a headband.)
Whew. And while that was all going on, I tested wearing a gem on my face, stuck on with eyelash glue, to see if it would hold up (it did–but I looked quite silly wearing it during dinner).
Now left to do: the carnival bag. I’m not so much concerned about construction as about size (and where I’m going to put/pin it, given that my costume has about fourteen inches squared of strong pinnable material–just sayin’). The way to go will be to decide what I want to take, how much of it I can wheedle the husband into carrying in his pockets, and then making the bag to fit the rest. Coming with me for sure are sunblock, tiny tube of eyelash glue, extra gems, lip balm, oil blotting sheets, perhaps a bit of glitter or mini eyeliner. The camera does not need space in the bag–it’ll be chained to my wrist ALL DAY LONG.
In non-Carnival related news, I finally wore pants to work (for the first time in almost a month):
See why I don’t wear my pants? I like these striped linen-blend pants, I truly do. But I’d like them even better if they did not give me that sexy SpongeLaura SaggyPants look. They need a visit to a tailor. They cost twenty pounds–in 2006. Verdict: I think I’ll let them be and haven now retired them. Sigh… At least I felt cute in the necklace.
I also ran my usual 5K loop in 30:15 this morning! I can just about smell that under-30 minute 5K time–and I will soon, if I can pace myself better in the last 400 meters. At the moment, when Nike+ says I have 400 meters I gun it for about 250 meters, then have to stop and breathe so as not to puke in neighborhood bushes, and then floor it for the final 150ish meters. It’s not good for my stomach or my self-respect to be spotted running in such a psycho way, so I’m working on that.
As for food, I forgot to defrost both strawberries and pumpkin, so it was another bowl of banana oatmeal eaten at work (as a girl who ate apple oatmeal every day for about two years, you can imagine I’m not bored of it yet, but I can see how you may be) :
For lunch, I ate up the leftover African peanut stew. I froze the last two portions and, upon defrosting, the veggies have all gone a bit fuzzy and indistinct (eggplant, sweet potato,onions, green peppers, tomatoes, red beans), but I don’t mind and the salad of tomato, peppers, cucumbers with vinaigrette made up for any texture smooshiness issues:
For dinner, I decided to put the tortilla chip bag to good use (because eating them two or three at a time after climbing up on a chair and batting them down with a long spoon to get at the high shelf where I put them hardly qualifies as good use.) Chilaquile (a Mexican lasagna-like casserole with tortillas, salsa, and any other tasty tidbits you can find to throw in) is the best use I know of for those demonically addictive chips:
I could say that the chips’ unhealthiness is redeemed by its fiber-rich (from black beans) and nutrient-rich (from tomatoes, corn, and spinach) content. But I won’t because I am not apologetic about this dish. The tortillas could be made of little nuggets of butterfat and I’d still slam two dishes of it–it’s that good. (I know, yet another plug for the wondrous Moosewood Low-Fat Favorites cookbook, which recommends baked tortilla chips that I can’t ever find here).
I’m off–Mad Men Season 2 is calling my name and I’m answering, even though the ladies don’t wear feathery…