Girl Anachronicles

So, well … it’s only 10 days away now, and Eze & I (plus a few other interested and involved parties) have been mulling over what our plans are for our vacations at NYC. First and foremost, of course, there’s the family. Seeing otherwise would be ungrateful, to say the least, since it was my father-in-law that paid for the plane tickets, and it is his sister who will shack us in during our 13-day stay.

But apart from that, we have plans, and hopes, and wishes. So many that I had to write it all down on a list – excitement often impairs clarity of thought, although I’m aware that we will probably not get to do everything we want to do, nor see all we want to see. But a list will help, when at a loss for clear plans… so this is it (in no particular order, although, bear in mind: first things that come to mind are usually either the most important or the most urgent).

- I want to finally see the Alice in Wonderland sculpture by George Delacorte, in Central Park

The first time I saw a photograph of this sculpture I was 6, and in total awe of its bigger-than-life quality. At least it seemed bigger than life to little ol’ me, considering that the picture included a throng of little kids clambering over the statue, and that they were dwarfed by Alice’s figure. Since then, I’ve longed to do the same. Maybe this time around, I’ll finally be able to sit atop a mushroom.

- I want to go back to Chickpea and have the shawafel I didn’t get back then.

Goddamned be me and my synaptic tantrums.

- On that same line of thought, I want to go to Ray’s Pizza again. That pizza is worth a revisit. And maybe have a pizza bagel as well.

- Celebrate our anniversary. July 23rd … what a day … four years now, of which 3 have been spent living together. Beautifully. And to celebrate it in style:

Di Fara in Brooklyn …

Magnolia Bakery (there are two locations, it’s a tossup where we’ll end up!)

and

Martha Wainwright at the Highline Ballroom

- We have plans to visit a friend at Pelham Bay, and also visit Battery Park … maybe catch view of the Statue of Liberty from afar (no, I’m not interested in seeing her up close … now bring me to DaVinci’s David, and I’ll volunteer to lick it!)

- The museum rounds: the Guggenheim, the MoMA, the Metropolitan, etc … it would take days, and I’m not getting my hopes up on getting to see them all.

- I wanna visit Chinatown and Little Italy, and this one street they talked to me about that is lined with bead stores.

- And more stores: Sephora, CO Bigelow … and heh heh! maybe I’ll give in to that whimsical invitation to Macy’s, so my dear friend can laugh at my gawking face while I take in 7 stories’ worth of capitalism.

So for those Facebook friends that have been wondering “what the heck is that countdown about”: T-10 … and counting!

I haven’t created a new look at ShopStyle.com for a long time now (it’s an incredibly fun timewaster, though, but I don’t have all that much leisure time anymore). However, I’ve lately found myself revisiting this style more frequently:

It’s all in the boots, people. I first became enamored of Doc Martens-style boots at the age of 15. I was in public school, and rules on footwear were much more lax than they’ve become in later years. I bought my first 10-eye-Doc Martens-imitation pair at a Payless Shoe Store and wore them daily: to school, to hang outs … I have to confess that I even lost my virginity with those boots on my feet. They lasted more than enough, considering the wear and strain on them, and they were cast into the dark oblivion of my closet as soon as the sole went unglued. Later on, moths did their final work on them and they were rendered irreparable.

Later on I fell in love with another pair, this time off a Delias catalog. They were 14-eye with a raised toe, slightly glossier than what I was used to. They were incredibly uncomfortable at first, but I broke them in, and after that they were a total hit in my life. I loved those boots until their fiery demise five years ago.

I haven’t owned a pair of proper boots since then. I guess I thought I had outgrown the boot-wearing phase, but this sudden obsession has proved me wrong. I bought a pair of knee-high boots the other day at Hot Topic:

They look incredibly cool, but I realized today they’re not that awesome for walking long distances or for extended periods of time. Part of the boot-craving is to have a good pair of shoes to massacre on my upcoming trip to NYC. These boots do not fit the bill for such a purpose.:-(

So I’m back to square one on my quest for some nice, comfy Doc Martens boots. Maybe I should cut the crap and invest on the real deal. I think I’m ready to commit to boots again.

These past few days have been a bit of a Self Crisis. If I were turning 45 in the next March 8th, I’d say I was having a bit of a mid-life crisis. What I refuse to admit, though, is that I’m having a Turning 30 Crisis, ‘cuz that is just plain stupid, and I will have none of that in this house (my body is a temple!).

I’ve been feeling the strongest of urges: to go out drinking, to get a tattoo, to cut my hair, to dye it blue-black (again), to get my nails done, to do a total overhaul of what “Diana” has come to mean in the past few years. I had never felt so strongly about these things, and I’m a bit scared of going near any shopping mall, in fear that I might get drawn into it and shop myself a new self-image, leaving my credit card maxed out and my economy whimpering on a thin line.

Unfortunately, Ebay exists, and I’ve already succumbed to the purchase of 2 pairs of spiral taper plugs (earrings, for those not familiar with bod-mod lingo): one pair black, the other red. And I’m on the lookout for Hermes sandals, which are not that easy to find (good quality, i mean. The rip-offs abound and will give you a blister you will not soon forget). What else lies in store for this phase of compulsive buying and tendency to make myself over? I dunno. I bought a henna conditioner treatment yesterday, but that is just a lame pacifier for the forces that usually cause my transformations. It’s like stopping a hurricane with a butterfly net.

*sigh* The itch for ink has just begun. Whip out your tattoo guns, boys. It’s just a matter of time before I enter a door asking for mayhem on my skin.

I remember making wishlists on a regular basis in my different blogs. I barely ever go shopping, and when I do, most of the times it has to do with something I need, not something I want. But I also “fall in love” and wish for clothes, kitchen appliances, books and shoes like any other girl, with the difference that as soon as I say or express my wish, I forget about it.

I don’t usually shop around for things in my wishlists. I think it mainly has to do with the fact that I have forgotten what it is that I wanted. Yesterday, while I was fooling around with my profile, I saw there was a space for a “wishlist”, managed by Froogle.

I fiddled with it a bit until I understood how it worked, and voilá! I have a wishlist!!! Completely updatable, it keeps things in one place, and I can add whichever type of product that comes into mind (not books & CDs only, like in Amazon… or even “books only” like in Half.com — which is awesome, of course!).

So there it is (wink wink, nudge nudge! Wanna make a gift? ^_^ j/k!)