Shield your eyes, children.

As Halloween rapidly approaches, you can imagine who friends and foes alike are turning to for their zany custom ideas and alterations. Sexy gladiator princess dress needs to be sexier? Jean-Luc Picard uniform a little baggy in the armpits? Sure. I'll fix it.

So, my brother calls me up and says "Hey, I just found a giant stuffed bear at the second hand and I want to wear it for my Halloween costume. Can you help me?" Uhhhh, sure. Here's how far along we are at this current point in time...

BANG!

Hahaha! SO CUTE! I couldn't help but share this with you, this girl has a few very special Halloween dresses in her shop...look, it even has the screw like an actual gun! Love it. I'm not sure if this one's available anymore, but check her shop to see what she comes up with next...

Nicole Lindner

Sometimes I just wonder...

who decides that I get to sit around in my free time watching internet TV in my bed while other humans are standing in line for rice in refugee camps, or flying business class to Singapore, or walking their dog? It's tempting to just say "you decide that, Caitlin" and that's true. But that's not the whole story. It's just...sometimes I wonder about the strange circumstances we are born into and all the other curious things that are simultaneously occurring around the globe. For example, how did I get the "growing up in suburban Portland liking computer games, fantasy novels and playing foursquare card?" And not the "tending sheep in Mongolia riding horses around the Steppe and living in Yurts card?" I don't know, there are many things you can control about your life. The ones you don't, like out of whose womb you burst and where, simultaneously baffle and fascinate me. I mean, no one has any control over being CREATED. Someone else decides that for you. That you will exist. Isn't that...weird?

Nothing much is new except...

...fall is here and it's cold. And exquisitely beautiful. I just can't believe it. Some earlier works coming your way in the shop soon. Watch out for deals :)

She's Your Present

Okay it's official. I love this girl. I have to admit, I'm not a cutesy ribbons and bows and kitties type of person, but every once in a while she comes up with something that either makes me giggle or secretly covet (one was a baby blue dress with a Collie portrait heart applique, another was a frothy little peach dress tucked away somewhere in my favorites). Plus, she sticks to her pastel crop top ruffled eighties guns. So I check back every now and then. And today, here's what I got. Pumpkin playsuit. YES!

www.imyourpresent.etsy.com

Caitlin's Infalliable Formula for Success in a New City

#1. Move there for no good reason beyond "it feels right"*

#2. Find a cozy room to inhabit considering you will be spending the majority of your time there at first. TIP: Your roommates might be the only other human beings you see or talk to on a regular basis for a month or more. Choose wisely.

#3. Catch up on any and all DVD compilations of television series' or movies you've always wanted to watch. To really get the most out of this, pair viewing with bed-appropriate snacks such as Erdnussflips and a jar of Nutella in Berlin or single serving nacho plate with sour cream dip in Portland.**

#4. Wander aimlessly during the daytime wearing killer outfits and acting purposeful. A good time to ride public transportation and/or scout establishments you will possibly frequent when you make a friend.

#5. Apply relentlessly for internships and jobs. Pressure someone into hiring you.***

#6. Wait patiently until dormant social anxiety seasons your personality with that fine ambiguity between "fascinatingly quirky" and "mentally ill."

#7. HIT THE BARS!****Or do modular Hitleresque dance moves at appropriate dance venues with conviction until someone joins you.

#8. Slog away at job/internship/second job/freelance project gaining confidence and skills until indescribably attractive male inevitably shows up stubbornly insisting on cooking for you and stewarding your emotional development in a positive direction. All of a sudden breakfast is being made for you and sweatpants adorn your lower half...

#9: Repeat step #3 with possible snack compromise to accommodate extraordinarily attractive male.

*no more than two weeks notice is necessary
**substitute Tillamook Ice Cream (any non-fruit variety) with toppings for sugar moods
***most commonly spoken language of country fluency (or near fluency) highly recommended
****more successful in some cities than in others

Sure, sure, but it's not like I'm going to give up.

My humble apologies dear readers (or shall I refer to you henceforth as viewers?) Certainly this post will differentiate. My computer has been rather ill as of late, and I finally sucked it up and made an online appointment with the Genius Bar. Following three hours of surgery, my MacBook Pro emerged with a severe case of amnesia. Everything on my hard drive, BYE BYE! But you know what my attitude was about that? Let me sum it up for you by replaying the conversation between myself and a friendly Apple store employee:

"Welp, we might have to try wiping it clean. Is there anything you need on there?"
".................nope."

Anyway, a peripheral result of this ordeal was that I realized I can no longer rely on my good looks and uncanny intuition regarding bedsheet redesign to entertain you. So I started writing.

The beautiful blushing newlyweds...

With glowing alabaster skin in the afternoon sun. Yup, that's the dress! (Photo courtesy of Steep Street) This lady is swathed in double digit yardage of onion dyed silk georgette (Shola and I spent many hours and onions determining just the right shade!) and a green silk taffeta bodice akin to armor. It's funny because towards the end of the design/construction process when my all-nighters began, I almost had separation anxiety related to the dress! During the last few days before the wedding I was scared to leave it downstairs on my sewing table. Although I'm not sure what could have happened to it down there, I found myself lingering...staring...what if....NO! Go to bed! The dress will be fine! I guess after 50+ hours you start to worry that something will go wrong and a flaming comet will come crashing through the ceiling aimed directly at this unsuspecting obessively detailed silk concoction, ending in obliteration.

Hannah on the other hand, was cool as a cucumber. We were thrilled beyond belief that she was such an easygoing bride open to many an non-traditional idea (and in fact instigated many of them!) It took a while to find the right colors, considering she loves them ALL. But as we sampled fabric after fabric, the dark olive/pale yellow combo stepped bravely to the forefront. With her punchy dahlias, lime moss and multicolored gems she looked phenomenal, especially with silver suited, purple shirted Alex at her side.

Thanks again to Shola for spending your precious free time bravely wading through the murky waters with me (despite having a "regular 40 hour a week" job), taking it one decision at a time from "it could be anything!" all the way to "olive silk taffeta extra constructed high waisted strapless bodice with green topstiching and pale yellow onion dyed silk georgette flowing two layered skirt with short train and godet." HAHAHA! We did it.

P.S. I'd do it again :)

Check out more glorious coverage of the whole event on these fantastic blogs:

Rock N' Roll Bride
Once Wed
Steep Street

This guy knows what I'm talking about.

Dear Far Away Friends,

Yesterday I had a day when I missed you. All of you. I think it had something to do with preparing my lessons about Germany for this morning's junior high classes. But I thought about nice memories and time spent with each of you and how sometimes sad it is that I live here now and you're in California, North Carolina, the Dominican Republic, New Zealand, Amsterdam, Germany, Sweden, Poland, Spain and who knows where else.

I guess Hannah's wedding had me thinking about this subject as well. Celebrating a major life event for someone with friends and family from far off places got me contemplating who I would invite to such a thing were it my celebration and where they'd have to travel from. So what I am saying is, invite me to your weddings dummies. Haha. (I can make the dress too...Hannah's turned out pretty dope. Although, I must admit I failed miserably in the photography department. I was just too burnt out by the time the actual event rolled around and wanted to concentrate on simply enjoying myself and celebrating the newlyweds. That's why a wedding photographer is hired, right? Anyway, I promise there will be more photos soon. For now you'll have to deal with the dress I made for myself to wear.)

XOXO