fancy foul

An infatuation with the Bower Bird has entranced me for some time now. The men build actual shelters and decorate them to seduce a lady friend to get to "know" each other better; biblically. you will not regret watching an excerpt from BBC's David Attenborough, explaining natures wonder in home decor, the bower bird.


it just shows how beautiful and vain mother nature really is. what a gold digger.


Known for his adventurous spirit, Byron has choosen a bold color palet for the season. Cobalt is this years "it" shade. A modest house can become a magnifisant home, with just a few expertly placed accents. But nobody needs to tell him this, clearly he knows what he's doing.

Marcus took a road less traveled, but not suprisingly has made it work to his advantage. The long entrance-way eludes to grand halls of Versailles. the high vaulted ceillings, and spaceous corridors have made this humble abode the talk of the town.

Industrial revolution meets Wigwam of the Apache. two unlikely mediums, complement one another to create an inviting home any gal would be proud to call her own. we solute you Marcus.

Harold, going for a beach themed bungalow, will be tempting the pray with an assortment of sea shells, indigenous flowers and, if I'm not mistaken, an aged bone of an unknown origin.

See how Willard has channeled his lust for simplicity with a minimalist flare? It's an absolutely charming plot of land. Any Little birdie would be lucky to have a man with such a keen eye for arrangement and color.

hooked me a man

With Ballet, comes a new and expected yearning. The desire to be a Ballroom dancer. Nama (my grandmother that has come to live with us, and who I soully tend too. I'm going to start a daily "Nama Quote") refuses to watch the luge, bob sled, or skeleton durring the Olymics because,
"it helps no one and its a stupid sport that makes me nervous and mad at the same time!"
she is 95 years old, 96 this October. So I appeased her... sorta. I flipped to professional ballroom dancing, thinking to myself
"she has no problem with figure skating outfits, its the exact same thing. Though she did think that half the men; namely Johnny Wier, were woman."

Nama had quite a different reaction than anticipated.
"Inapporiate! She might as well be naked! GHASTLY!!!!! this is offensive!! How are they aloud to put these pornographic woman on Television?! Well I never! I'm going to be writing this station a letter. I like the color of her dress, but that's all!!"
I found an alternate calling to feel the void in my life. Ballroom dance classes. I even found myself a partner, with absolutely no hesitation. Christian Patrick Douglass (featured below with animal) is more than willing to give of his time and efforts to the art and passion that is Introduction to Ballroom.

Sir Gringle the I & Lord Iggy the II

I couldn't be more pleased at the moment. I really couldn't

Grace, Refinement, Poise, McKenna Taylor

My girlish dreams shall come to reality. I shall be a mediocre Ballerina at last. I have recently watched the kooky 1948 film "The Red Shoes" and have been inspired to sing up for a beginners class.



I like there costumes, and I am as uncoordinated as a hopscotching Clydesdale. My hopes are to become as a floating dove, landing effortlessly with ever leap and Pilate. I'm hopeful.
This also gives my more of a reason to wonder into dance stores and want to try on tutus, and buy pastel ballet slippers.


I'm starting simple, I need a foundation. my course of action is to sing up for the ballet pilaties fusion class at the Dana Point Community center. then work my way to an actual beginners class.

Trust me, its happening.

treasured relics from the past.

Stumbled upon this jem, Shanna Taylor is my mother.
*please click on the picture to enlarge. my scanner is broken, and have attemped to "Magiver" this.


She recieved $12.00 in the mail following this complaint. She also wrote to a number of toy manufatures about the sexist and deiscriminatory attitude regarding my play things. Specifically Mattel Midevil Castel Set (featuring the gold army and the black army). There was no queen included, and my mother was the first to write about it. The next year a queen was most certainly inculeded. yet we did not buy this revamped and politicaly corrected, dark-ages sceene, the damage was done. We never bought something from them again.

A Short List of Boycotts Thanks to Shanna

Mattel & Co.
Hooters Resturant
Chili's Grill & Bar Resturant
McDonald's (and all other affliates)

Fantastic novel, i suggestit to all

Slipped a pinch of cyanide in Baby New Years tea.

2010 I predict will be a year of volitale change. I'm near positive this statement has already been proven as a valid theory. For rounding 20 minuets, I thought it all lies, I began to see a possible future including an Indian Summer of sorts. It was mearly a mirage.

flew the coop

"If I had my life to live over again,
I would have made a rule to read
some poetry and listen to some music
at least once a week; for perhaps the
parts of my brain now atrophied would
thus have been kept active through use.
The loss of these tastes is a loss of
happiness."

-Charles Darwin

Thank you for the shoes

Regardless of how uncomfortable his shoes are, I thank you for my footwear.

let's pretend im a hyena and you're a bone.

Not in chronological order, you must have read the books to be able to untangle this mess. Yes, Natalia Vodianova is my favorite model.

It can not be aquired.

Men need to wear fantastic suits, I demand it.



Even Uncle Karl is sportin a Tom Ford suit jacket.

Do I need to say it?



Fashion can be bought. Style one must possess.
- Edna Woolman Chase

First step towards recovery, admittance. At least thats what I have heard.

I am a "hoarder" in the worst way. Clippings, pictures, nicknack's, books, scraps of paper (that make absolutely no sense when rediscovered) I do not have one of anything. I love ribbon, coats, shoes is another HUGE issue I have to deal with, but frankly I am not going to fix that.

Fastest way to my heart is to complement me on my shoes. I can say I dated some one because the first thing he said to me was "wow those are some great shoes." A pretty generic complement, and I rarely accept complements in the first place, but I agreed with him. Maybe it was just one of those days.

It's possible that I'm just greedy. I would like to consider myself a collector of ideas, that shoves them all into a box, for later use.

Clippings have become a growing problem, but in attempts to orginize such items, I stumbled upon some of my favorite editorials of all time. I have hunted for them high and low using the world wide web, just so I have 2 sets of these fantastic shots. I showed this paticular editorial, that I was estatic to find, to some friends who were over, my enthuseasum was not recipricated. maybe someone can appericate this.















This is such a devine life. This is her real family. I yern to gain anything slightly resembling this state of being

I heart history

History is full of satin hot shorts.

MADONNA Vogue MTV Music Awards
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I enjoy the 5 second "get to know you introductions"

My personal opinion is, this is one of the most accurate depictions of life in Versailles. That is just what I think, you yourself can be the judge.

All Hallows Eve

So I did not celebrate Halloween in the typical style. Mum dropped by for a 72 hour visit so we did the classy thing to do on the witching night.... Went to the Symphony for Tchaikovsky's "Pathetic"(thank you Kaeleigh and Seany Kingston?) then to Village Inn for food and a diagnoses with the cast of House MD at mid-night. It was a grand time had by all. View Picture book for highlights, we are not picture people, so there are few picture to even show.

Mother receiving her "welcoming gift basket." Not the best picture of either, kinda caught off guard and greasy. "Aww, its a Ken Cake"- Mother

Gifts from far off distant lands. Hudson gave me a Domo Doll, he thought I was lonely, charming boy. Mom brought me a bag of Oats ("I felt like I had a Kilo or a brick of something in my bag and kept worrying they were gonna ask me about it"-quote from mother about getting the Oats through security) and Sylvia Plath book. My loving Father got me a Michigan Tee shirt from his work travels, thank you papa.

INSERT SYMPHONY PICTURE HERE
"I can't wait to get old enough when I can get away with being insanely eclectic."- Mother


Mom in my room, myspace "Look at me playing the acordian!We could have an act"-Mother

We lost the one of ma dressed up like Stevie Wonder, damn shame. "I'm not going to hold that curtian rod, you can't make me."-Mother

I don't think we look anything alike. "She was so attractive in her photos, I would have never guessed it was the same cute girl."-Mother

"Oh yeah, thats because of the incident at Target, that really had some mental scaring"-Mother

How to spend your free time, a learners course.

Today I decided to make a Boston "Scream" Pie. I hate the name, but I acknowledge the fact they were trying to use cleaver word play in loo of the upcoming, Halloween. It was also in fact a cake, not a pie.

I choose to make this for a number of reasons...

1) My mother is coming in town and she makes me treats when I come back to the nest, I can only return the favor.
2) Make my mother see how much I really need a cake plate to properly display my creation.
3) Baking relaxes me, and I feel as if I accomplished something in the end. It is instant gratification, the only kind there should be.
4) I got a incredible idea of writing/ draw something in white chocolate in the frosting. I looked all day for a flat glazed cake recipe and this is the one I stumbled upon.

My new oven creates a bit of a challenge. It doesn't cook evenly, and by even I mean, the sides of your food will be burned yet the middle isn't even warmed yet. It also cooks about 75 degrees hotter than set too. if it says it should be done in 15 to 20 minutes, it is on fire in 7. i set the smoke-alarm off nearly every other day.

Clearly, for such an ambitious dessert, I could not dilly dally with a bipolar oven on the fritz. I went to the Yuma house and took all my supplies there to finish the job. Valorie, a resident of the Yuma house, and long time Picasso, offered to help me in my efforts to come up with something really great to doodle onto my cake. "Lets put your face on it."-Valorie Boss. She was absolutely right, nothing says "Welcome to my new adult lifestyle mum," than a cake with your own image in the frosting.

So that's what we did. Val sketched me out, and put it into frosting. It was perfect. I had never been so happy, and so grateful for her gift of the arts. Truly she is the master of mediums.

End Result:



Every time I open the frig I chuckle. I really do need a cakplate. this shouldn't be hidden from the world.