I like to make things.

This is my next project: an earing organizer.

I have a book that I call my style portfolio. It is a simple, black sketchbook with white pages on which I attach paint chips, fabric swatches and pictures of furniture and other housey things I like and want to someday incorporate into my home. Since I can't have a house yet, I guess this is my way of nesting.

Back to my project. I am going to take a plain, white frame with wide edges and remove the glass and back. Next, I will twist four to six small eyelet hooks into the wooden edges. I will then twist piano wire into the hooks to create the finished product: an earring organizer. I like this project because if I don't have my earrings displayed, I forget to wear them!

I searched for a frame this morning at a local thrift store, but was unable to find what I needed. So, I will look again this weekend and pick one up somewhere else! I will post a pic of my finished product later.

I know I am going to get at least one jab about Martha Stewart about this. Go ahead...I can take it...

Who ya gonna call?

Last night, the Fox Theater in downtown Fullerton hosted a community movie night. They projected "Ghostbusters" on the back wall and invited people to bring lawn chairs to watch from the parking lot. Martin and I borrowed the plastic, non-folding chairs from Edna's porch and walked them down three blocks to the movie. There were lots of people--I always enjoy the guy way in the back with the loud and hilarious laugh, don't you? :) It was a really fun movie to revisit--I had forgotten how hopelessly cheesy this movie is! It is definitely a good one for those of us who opt out of the scary kind of ghost movies for Halloween.


After returning home from the movie, I opened the kitchen door and saw at least six nasty bugs trying to hide from me. I'm not scared of bugs, merely annoyed and grossed out. I hate the thought of those gnarly creatures scuttling across my dishes, or chewing up my coffee beans.

Because I was in the mood for a little exterminating (thanks to Dan Akyroyd, Rick Moranis and Bill Murray), I grabbed the can of raid and roasted one of them. I know, I know...not very humane of me, but I make no apologies.

The past few weeks.

There are a few things I love about California: the ocean, the weather, and the fact that my boyfriend is here. California has always been (and felt like) a vacation to me. I have never seriously considered living here. Not for long term, anyway. While I am still not sure I see California far into my future, I am here for now. It is always exciting to move to a new place. One might think that moving frequently is like building a muscle: the more you do something, the better you are at it. That is true to a certain extent. I am pretty adept at finding my bearings and setting up home in an unfamiliar place (I would have been an AWESOME nomadic tribal dweller), but things start to go numb after awhile. I can see how foster kids have a hard time making friends--when you are always on the move, what is the point of reaching out to people or making your room look nice? I am trying to get out, meet some people, get a job, and not step on black widow spiders all at the same time. It is really a juggling act, but one that I stepped into willingly. I do like the challenge, but it is still a challenge.

My mom drove out here with me a few weeks ago, and we stopped at the beach before dropping her off at the airport. Here are a couple of pictures of us from that day:



Here is a picture of me with my best friend from kindergarten, Sandy. We bonded all those years ago through Shamu, gummy bears and hiding from the old ladies at church (they were pretty crabby sometimes). We have been through a lot together--you know, twenty-two years is a long time to be friends when you are my age! I'm glad to say that we still laugh over silly things and allow life to amuse us in unconventional ways.

The new diggs.

I moved into my new place--I've been here for a little over a week, now. Things are going well living with a 94-year-old lady. She is really active for her age, and has a social calendar that is busier than mine. She gets to bed early (by 8PM usually), and wakes early (by 5AM usually). I have the feeling that she must think I am so lazy getting out of bed by 8.30! The thing is, I still don't have a job, so getting up early is not important. I think I will like retirement! :) Anyway, let me show you my room. Here is my closet/dresser area:



My twin bed:


The twin bed that still needs to be cleaned off (it's Edna's stuff--not mine):


I have access to my very own pencil sharpener in the corner near the door in case I ever get sad and miss the classroom, I guess.


What is this? A PA system? I don't understand what it does...it hasn't made any noises yet, but maybe there is a hidden camera or microphone or something...


Last, but not least, here are some of the things Edna has on display in "my" room. I am not sure how to tactfully ask for them to be put away while I am staying here. My only idea, so far, is to buy a really large lampshade for my table lamp and simply claim there is not enough space for everyone on the top of my nightstand. She says that the older ladies across the street keep giving her these toys, and she doesn't know where to put them all.


I am still getting settled into a routine, which is largely influenced by Edna's schedule so far. Because she gets to bed early (7.30~8PM), she likes me to be home before that time so I don't wake her up. Also, because she doesn't move around so quickly, she likes to know when I am coming and going so she doesn't think people are breaking into her house. It all makes sense, but is a little challenging for this girl to adapt to. I am not going to be able to abide by all the rules, but will try to be a good housemate nevertheless. :)