Get all up in my business (or - What I've been up to)

Here it is - my morning off, after a weekend of performances and 12 hour rehearsal days... and yet I  have been up cleaning since about 7am. I am not sure what is more freakish - that I am awake after so little sleep, or that I am cleaning. Shudder.

Since I do have a date with my bed, I am keeping this short and sweet and to the point.

I have one more week of Alice left at the BCT. It has been an interesting and fun run, and a beautiful show to boot - I liked everyone I worked with, and that is always a blessing in the theatre world.

I also open Singing In The Rain this Thursday. If you wanna know what's up, then you really ought to get your sweet can down to the RMTC Cabaret theatre and check it out (ticket info here). I seriously sit offstage in all my Lina furs and sparkle watching the tap numbers with a big idiot grin on my face. No foolin'.

Photo from last weekend's umbrella/ticket giveaway in Railroad Park

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Ode to the Alabama Redneck (or, Rednecks and Car wrecks)

Look, I try to stand up for you guys. Even with your super majority of backwoods/backwards bible beating bigots, I know that is a slightly unfair generalization, as all of you are not like that. I'm talking to You! You southern country boys with not much to do, I imagine, other than drive your pickups a little fast, do a bit of off-roadin' and call ladies "darlin' "; Should folks ask about your questionable demeanour, I say:
"Why no m'am/sir - not all our country boys are incestuous-drunken-racist-stereotypes. They're just victims of circumstance and relics of a lost culture. They'll treat you right nice and fry up your greens til you arteries will just start a-weeping at the sight of a tomato."

Well, my tune has changed. Right now, it is Taps in the key of bitter. Before last week, if I saw a thick drawl saunter up to me in a pair of wrangler jeans, I'd smile and let you hold that door open for me. But now, my message to any country boy I see is this:

"You better check yourself, before your wreck yourself.. or wreck my boyfriend's car. Again."

Then I would throw something super pretentious in their face (like a foreign criterion film or something) and slowly back away, humming Finnegan's Wake at a death march tempo.

Okay, perhaps I won't follow through with this, as I do admire a redneck's ability to guzzle whiskey and stand on a lawn and holler up at tornadoes, calling them "pissant pantywastes" and what not...

But you are on watch, rednecks. You are on watch.

The bf's car. RIP, fair Honda.

Get organized or get out

No person's home really looks like this, right? Right??

One of the bad things about being an emotionally driven part time crafter (i.e. periods of  furiously pasting shit together at 2am after a few drinks) is that I leave a lot of junk lying around. It drives me crazy. It drives my boyfriend crazy. My cat is in crinkle paper heaven.

I do so try to get organized. I have probably spent hundreds of dollars on plastic bins and stack-able drawers and carts - yet I just end up with a cluttered table and a billion tote bags stuffed with unpaid bills, head shots, yarn, twine, half dried acrylic paint bottles, scissors and glue. Currently, the chair I am sitting in is also supporting three tote bags from it's side; one is filled with wax paper, ribbon, a hot glue gun and a wine glass - as those are the supplies one uses to make a DIY chandelier.

There is also the space next to the nightstand, with four bags of unfinished knitting projects...

Or how about the drawer in the kitchen stuffed with supplies to make the invisible bookshelf I was gonna build a year ago?

And sweet jesus, the bottom of the linen closet. The Bottom Of The Linen Closet.

I have a problem.

I have spent the past few years trying to create a cute and unique living space with a minimal budget. But, as always, I just end up slapping shit on the walls and figuring that old Christmas lights and a mason jar with tea lights will pull the look together.

I am getting a little worried that my home still does not reflect a grown up with a fun sense of taste, but more so a kindergarten art class.

What to do? I don't want a traditional catalog home. I don't want something that is too picture perfect. But I don't also want to be Moses of the Mod Podge sea, constantly parting the waves of glitter glue and cut up book pages just to get to the damn kitchen.

Plus there is the fact that I have very limited focus. There is pretty much a small window of time that I can get actual work done before my mind floats out the window and I either start thinking about what Stephen King movie I am going to watch that night or I end up taking an extended cat nap, with my cat.

I just want to know, how do people stay organized AND unique at the same time??