Good Afternoon! I hope this post has found you happy and in a splendid mood - because that is how I feel writing it. I just created a monster. Verbaleudette had a child. I am please to announce that Verbaledudette has officially branched off into a musical side dish: Verbaleudette Music (http://verbaledudettemusic.blogspot.com/) will now harbor all of the musical obsessions I may be having. I will be sampling a variety of genres and artists to help expand you views & musically educate you on the good, the bad, and the up and coming. So, bookmark it my friends - it's going to be music to your ears!
On to other news, I am craving chocolate. Because of this craving Verbaleudette's Gift Guide: Day Four is inspired by that. I give you: The "You Deserve this Bar of Chocolate Because" Bar
You can find this at Knock Knock Stuff (a place with cute unquie everything) for a pretty decent price. (http://www.knockknockstuff.com/catalog/categories/chocolate/you-deserve-this-chocolate-bar/)
"It is decadent. It's witty. It's interactive." and most importantly you need to treat yourself to this "55% cocoa & 73% artisanal wit" piece of delight. There are also a variety of other flavors and check off lists - so shop around and get one for everyone!
Depending on how much you are willing to spend, depends on what you get for your gift. It is unique and fun and something any one of any age would enjoy! : )
Last night I read an article that warned all of San Francisco to prepare for flooding because a monsoon was heading our way. It rained really hard until ten o clock in the morning, then is was dry. No rain, no monsoon. Do you want to know where that left me? In pure disapointment. See, I got this super cool, chic, totally amazing, bubble umbrella (thanks papa) and I have not been able to use it to it's full potential because the rainfall has been meager. The forecaster guy on the news got my hopes up and then washed them away in a matter of minutes! (ULTIMATE SAD FACE.)
Although this did put a bit of a downer on my day, my day was still pretty good.
I did a presentation on Diane Arbus in my history of photography class, and well.. i do not think she really liked it because she did not ask to keep my slideshow and save it on her desktop like she did to the girl ahead of me. BUT give me some credit, I was trying to present something that we watched a twenty minute movie on right before. Everything I said had been previously presented with an older man with glasses and a British accent. I could not compare.
Savannah's Mother sent us a christmas tree to put up in our room to go along with the lights. (photos to come.)
Gabrielle sent me a letter that made my night! It had a mustache in it! And a penny!
To finnish off the evening I skyped with my loveliest of friends Sarah for four ours. This is what we did:
I have finished two essays, one power point, two and half photo finals, and made a timeline all in the last two days - plus I had time to have fun. WOOT! I am getting so productive it is exciting!
I am working on a self portrait right now. As awkward as it may be to take pictures of yourself, this is turning out to be one of the most fun projects.
But more importantly:
Verbaledudette's Gift Guide - Day Two: Honest Boy Pencil Sharpener
Need I say any more? Reminding me of the Geppetto shop back in Italy, this is a unique, quirky, cute, and handy stocking stuffer. Found only at redflare.com!
My dear roommate (and friend) invited me to spend the weekend with her and her sweet family as they prepared for December with christmas tree hunting (good old fashion, hike, pick, and saw your own down) and then decorating it. It was relaxing and filled with a good nights sleep and tasty food. Thank you Kayleigh and Family!
the tree was knew it was the own, so it hopped up and walked to the car.
Left to Right: Bruce (Kayleigh's Step Sisters Boyfriend,) Daniel (Kayleigh's Boyfriend,) and Kayleigh
the tree farm. definitely not Utah. no show in these mountains and Christmas tree hunting in short sleeves? What is up with that? I couldn't say "Audrey's eyes are frozen, she will see it later" quoting Christmas Vacation because it was not cold!
Part of the gang!
The beautiful Katelynn, Kayleigh's sister.
Last week I was surprised to find a large package in the mail for me. Inside was a countdown calendar from my sister. It was those cardboard, square chocolate, calendars that have surrounded the holiday seasons through out my childhood. Instead of counting down for Christmas, my instructions were to count down to coming home. Today was the first day of twenty five. Let the count down begin.
Like last year, to count down Verbaledudette will host the ultimate gift guide to help you with your weeks of merriment. I am going to begin it today (another way to count the days until I get to go home to Salt Lake City, a place where I am in incredibly homesick for recently.)
DRUM ROLL PLEASE!
Verbaledudette's Gift Guide Day One: A Penfield Oxon Messenger Bag
oh yes.
For that hip, bike riding, class act in your family - do not hesitate one bit to pick up this gender neutral bag. Perfect for lap tops, school supplies, baby sitting stuff, traveling, knitting needles, and much much more! It is a "rugged satchel- style messenger bag from Massachusetts... tough cotton canvas shell with a full leather trim."
The easiest place for you to buy this beauty is Urban Outfitters (sold in stores and online.) Get yours today!
What a thanksgiving day this year brought. I spent the entire day pampering myself, doing homework, painting my nails, curling my hair, watching For A Good Time Call, The Bang Bang Club, and one other film that i cannot recall the name of at the moment.
I was lucky to be invited to the lovely Warenski home for delicious food and splendid company.
I know I am few days late (and many dollars short) but I just want to express how thankful I am for my family, friends, and the great opportunities I have been presented with in my life. I am incredibly lucky and grateful.
It is just something I do – along with writing in coffee
shops, about the coffee shops, while it’s raining.
No, this post is not being written at coffee shop, but it is
raining.
So yes, it kind of fits in the theme.
I am sitting in my bed.
For those of you who have just caught on to this sensation,
or for those of you who forgot, my bed is located underneath some else (it’s a
bunk bed. I’m not literally sleeping underneath someone’s bed) and that bed
also occupies a room with three other beds. I am the only one awake, which is a
surprise because usually computer screens light up the small corners of the
room way passed this hour.
It’s raining outside, rather hard actually. I can tell by
the blur of the orange light on the building across the road and can hear the
deep sloshing of fast paced vehicles on the busy streets. I wish I could throw
all the windows open and write this while sitting in the middle of the room
with the only light being the criss cross stripes of light from the windows on
the walls.
My roommates do not believe in fresh air.
They also do not believe in opened blinds passed five o
clock.
I think I write when it’s raining because the rain makes me nostalgic.
It doesn’t make me sad.
It makes me
remember.
Remember the good times, the rough patches, the moments I
wouldn’t change anything, the times I wish would have gone differently. This nostalgic
feeling makes me feel like I need to share something. I don’t really want to
share those memories though. So I come here, to this public domain, and
describe in detail the objects around me. (We all remember the coffee garden
posts where I pick apart the tastes, the smells, and the sites. Or how about me
sitting at the dining room table talking about the lights and how bright they
are against my parent’s studious faces.)
Posts like these are not really for you.
They are not informative about my life or the latest tunes
those cool kids are listening to these days.
Posts like these are really for me.
They are something that the minute I start to write, usually
introducing it with a poorly executed introduction, I cannot stop. My fingers
constantly clicking keys, pressing onward quickly, not thinking about what I am
going to write next, just writing down the thoughts as they present themselves
no matter what shape or form.
My spelling is even more atrocious in these posts than
usual. The page of text, first written in Word Document, is lined with red and
green squiggles under misspelled words and unorganized thoughts. As my spelling
gets worse, my vocabulary heightens and I randomly through in words like
“executed” and “atrocious,” These thesauruses like words are often used wrong,
kind of like my speech when I am nervous or not thinking before speaking.
It takes longer to spell check the document than to actually
write it.
There is no music playing, no headphones on, no bar’s stereo
turned up to loudly, but yet a song is tuning through my ears. It’s not a
particular artist, chorus or key, but a combination of the rain, the street
side laughter, and the quick click of the keys.
I hope my music isn’t disturbing my roommates.
I think this post that was originally brought on by the
rain, which brought on the nostalgia, was also brought on by the idea that I
will not be home for thanksgiving.
In Italy, I didn’t really notice that I missed it.
Yes, I took in the fact that my entire family was joining
together to eat and laugh and unbutton their pants secretly at the table. But I
was in a country who didn’t know what the holiday was and the time difference
made the at home celebration seem like something that happened while I was
sleeping and I just missed it.
That I just didn’t wake up in time.
Not here. Here I see everything. Plans about where everyone
is going and whom they are spending it with. I understand the reasons for me
not going home – I don’t have a break from school and it isn’t worth it. But I
still feel a bit homesick. I miss the company and warmth my family contributes.
Even Skype sometimes can radiate their heat just by seeing their smiles.
Rain is my favorite weather. It is cleansing, simple,
illuminating, and crisp. It is new. It is familiar.
I like to write when it’s raining. To me, it is inspiring.
My sister is supportive of my love of writing this blog, she just likes to look at the pictures more than read anything and often the emailed copy of my text sits in her inbox for a few weeks before she glances at it. It's fine, really. Really you guys, it's fine. IT"S FINE.
Anyways, so with that background information in mind, when I received a late night text last night that read "i think it's time this is put on Verbaledudette." I knew that what I am about to share with you was important information.
Ladies and Gents, my sister is in a contest to be a model for Delia's Magazine and she needs your help. ALL OF YOU (however many that may be.)
All you have to do is follow this link to Facebook.
Read the inspiration quote on the right side about what makes her beautiful:
Then press vote!
If you feel so inclined to (as you should) you can send it to all your buddies. Also, you may vote once every twenty four hours.
So vote! and Vote often!
Because we all want to see this darling girl on the pages of this magazine she buys everything she owns from and is the practical reason why they are still in business.
(Also, the beginning was very dramatic. Gabrielle is not a bitch, she reads my stuff (occasionally more than mentioned) and was used for a thrilling post entry. I was going to use "It was a dark and stormy night" but come on.. to mainstream!)
I found this video and could not wait to share! (i put the link up because I know some of you email receivers do not get the embedded video and I do not want any of you to miss out on this excellence!)
The heater in my bedroom doesn’t work & an art stool as
your only chair looks cool but is unstable.
I am obsessed with my work so much that I begin to dream in
black and white, with umbrella-covered lights in each of the corners.
I am drowning in art and I do not want to resurface.
Being in art school is constantly inspiring and it makes me
want to do more and more and more. The problem is I do not have the resources I
want. For example I want a vacant empty large white floored, brick wall studio,
multiple models of all looks, all the fashionable clothes in the world (for my
models and for me) and every sort of lighting studio equipment possible. (If
anyone can provide me with any of these, please feel free to contact me
immediately through all sources of communication techniques.) I am producing
bodies of work weekly, getting stressed over the perfect shot, and wanting to
shoot more.
Ah. It is wonderful.
Where do I even begin to fill you in with the crazy/many
events that have encountered my life in the passed week? Let’s start off with
The Haberdash.
About a month ago I entered a quick easy contest in SF
Weekly for this men’s fashion-thing-that-I-knew-nothing-about. I quickly forgot
about it because lots of people liked the post on Facebook; there was no way
that I was going to win.
Last Tuesday after class there was an email in my inbox from
SF Weekly with the subject header “Congratulations.” Instantly I thought it was
spam, but I opened it anyway out of curiosity. Inside was the great surprise of
two tickets to the Haberdash: “a celebration of men’s fashion and style.” The
tickets were sixty dollars apiece and who got them for free? THIS GIRL.
After corresponding with the nice email lady, my name was
put on the special people list.
Wednesday night, Kayleigh and I adventured to the “hipster
convention.”
Bow ties and Movember mustaches lined the sides of the
building.
We skipped passed them, got our hands stamped, our names
checked off the SPECIAL GUEST list (let me tell you, having them look up my
name, saying “Miss Rotermund and plus one?” in front of lines of eager fashion
sexual demons was the coolest feeling. It was like movie status, gettin’ in da
clubs, droppin’ da namez and shiz.) Inside was a large dance floor area, a lit
up enthusiastic bar, a runway, photo booth, and a DJ up on another level (like
a god of music peering down on us playing Sky Ferreira’s “Everything is
Embarrassing” making my night even better.) The night went as follows: fashion
show (with many flamboyant sex symbols parading in nice tuxedos, ties, slacks,
and oxfords,) SF local’s the A B & the Sea (folk/pop band) and LA native’s
Wildcat! Wildcat! (the oddest looking mismatched to what they sound like band
of awesomeness.)
I took over three thousand images (all of which can be seen
at www.facebook.com/verbphoto) here are just a few:
Yes please.
No, this is not a man working a sexy set of stilettos. Yes it is a woman wearing a men's inspired attire working heels down the runway.
Matthew Mcconaughey much?
He had the swagger down. A sway to the left, now to the write, stare at the girl in the front to make her uncomfortably excited, stare to her boyfriend, flash the jacket, turn, walk.
A B & The Sea. So cute, so humble.
Rwar, Wildcat!
The night to follow Emme, Phoebe, Savannah, and I walked
down to the Rickshaw Stop, waiting in line freezing, all in the glorious honor
to see Sky Ferreira and Diamond Rings in concert (to which we bought tickets
for weeks prior.)
the ladies.
Sky is grungy and wonderful. I melted as I screamed my lungs
up my throat and sung terribly to every word, while dancing hard (and rather
well if I may boast.) DId i mention we were front row?! We were so close, we could tell she had goosebumps and forgot to shave her knees!
Diamond Rings is just as exciting live as you would imagine
them to be while listening to them on CD. Nothing like a crazy Canadian
sweating in a white tuxedo to get you in the mood to jump up and down.
Also, here is a taste of Sky Ferreira’s “Everything’s
Embarrassing” music video. She is lovely & everyone should know of her.
So many fun events in so little time!
I also forgot
to mention that the week of Halloween my lovely Mother & Sister came to
visit me for a surprise girl’s weekend! It was simply wonderful to play and
laugh hard with these two ladies. We went all over, including the Golden Gate
Bridge.
my best friends.
pearl "scene" girls.
There is only five weeks left in the semester. Can you
believe it? I almost died when my professor gave us the outline for our final
projects today.My finals are
going to be huge and hopefully exactly how I am imagining them. I do not want
to give any hints or ideas out just in case they don’t go as planned.
I can’t jinx myself when all this creative blood is pumping
through my system!
In future Verbaledudette news, I think I am going to bring
back Verbaledudette’s Gift Guide. This means that if you stumble upon something
that you think would be great items to advertise for the holiday spirit send me
an email or post it on www.facebook.com/verbaledudette!
I hope you have a wonderful rest of your Tuesday! xoxo
