So Carellyn has no sisters by birth… we got bros. Bro.
But for all intensive purposes we are blessed to have FOUR sisters! They ie. the 4 Jinjes are all real sisters so we just slip into that pack discreetly. They don’t have anyone born in ’85 anyway so I guess we can’t be completely ruled out as the real deal… though the asian/white/black differentials do speak strongly in protest. IN ANY CASE! From here on out the sisterhood shall be referred to as Carellynje.
jinjes everywhere i go
One of Carellynje is getting married tomorrow! Tomorrow!!!! So today the gang went for some minor pampering in the form of manicures.
Ellen and I did some gluten-free baking last night so we could bring some goodies to the session. We baked Apple Muffins using Rice Flour and gluten-free brownies from a recipe on the internet that never actually set even though we cooked them for a good 15 minutes over time. The moral of the story is that nothing that makes your body function properly is easy to make or tastes good.
After the pamper sesh we set out to find elements of our wedding outfits, because it was only the day before. On the way we saw these two shops which really affirmed that our quest was true.
c squared and elle hard on the grind
I was in need of a dress and basically everything and Ellen was in need of shoes. Window shopping on Queen St. was fairly unsuccessful until we fought our intense hunger which was borderline hanger and trekked on to French Connection, an establishment which neither of us have ventured toward since high school. Which is an embarrassingly long time ago. Speaking further to the importance of this quest, I found the following item…
neigh neigh (look closely)
LOOK CLOSELY. and welcome to the year, of the horse, bitch.
prints of dreams
I have been waiting for this year for a while now and my impatience has been clearly manifest (Ellen’s too). Destiny is upon us!
It seems that when we created this blog we forgot about one crucial element – “blog posts.” So here we go. This post is dedicated to Sagal. Happy Birthday! To begin, a thematically relevant tune for your enjoyment:
A couple of weeks ago it was our lovely friend Sagal’s birthday, and she loves the book and movie A Clockwork Orange. I think this particular devotchka knows a thing about the old ultraviolence herself, eh Sagal? We wanted to have a real horrorshow (ha. ok I’ll stop) time, so naturally we made her a clockwork themed cake to get the night started off in style:
What’s it gonna be then, eh?
It was received incredibly well and we all proceeded to indeed have a horrorshow night. Some of us had sooo much fun that we used up our fun quotas for the next several days. I’ll leave that one open to interpretation. Oh, and Ellen also made this amazing card for her… who else agrees that Ellen could sell those shits?
Anyway, so the music. As many of us know, classical music is pretty crucial piece of the Clockwork story and particularly predominant in the movie. I used to listen to a few of the songs from the soundtrack on repeat when I was in university and had a paper due on a tight timeline. ie. every paper I ever wrote. It would get me all pumped up in this super weird and uncomfortable adrenaline high/anxiety-bordering-psychosis type of way. I’m not kidding, as anyone who was there for my ‘floating head in the field’ moment can attest. I don’t listen to that soundtrack a whole lot anymore because it takes me right back to those unsavory days living in the depths of the science library … 3am… over midterms/finals weeks… I once had to write two 25 page papers and one 10 page paper in 3 days *shudder*
Right. So rather than the actual music from the book/movie – why not go meta – and throw in some music influenced by the film: Bowie, Ziggy Stardust era. The one song from the Ziggy album that reeally jumps out as clockwork inspired is Sufragette City, but I kinda think Starman is a way better song, and this is my blog so whhhhhateverrr. In the infamous performance above, Bowie’s quilted jumpsuit was inspired by Alex et. al.’s outfits in the Kubrick film. This I learned from a visit to the AGO’s David Bowie Is… exhibit. Rad stuff.
To bring it back to our dear Sagal I’ll sign off with another Bowie song that reminds me of her in the BEST (read: sarcasm) kind of way. Breaking Glass, from the album Low – my personal fave Bowie album. I won’t elaborate on the song choice, though a few of you out there will know exactly what I’m talking about. Love you Wildcard!