Extreme Makeover: Katie Vagnino Edition

I came to the conclusion last night that I am tired of looking the way I look. It's not that I think I look bad, exactly -- I have just looked the same for years (thick-rimmed glasses, short brown hair). Case in point:

Photo from 2004

Photo from 2010

I feel like it's time to revolutionize my appearance. A haircut isn't going to cut it, no pun intended; I want something drastic. I'm seriously questioning the whole glasses/librarian chic thing....it feels a little dated all of the sudden.

But before I do something crazy, I thought I would get some opinions.....should I:

a) get Lasik
b) get contacts
c) get a breast reduction
d) go on a radical and unsafe diet
e) go tanning
f) get a tattoo/visible piercing
g) dye my hair an unexpected color
h) all or some of the above?

Readers, my appearance is (somewhat) in your hands. Use the comments section to let your voice be heard. I hope to unveil the New Me on the eve of my 29th birthday, i.e. February 28.

First weekend: Relaxing a.k.a. garage sales!

Like the little dance shoe single earring I thrifted? Might turn it into a brooch. Or pendant. We'll see.

It's my first weekend here. I have been so blessed by my in laws (hence referred to as "family") and so many of you readers. So surprised by the support emails, the understanding and encouragement! Thank you. From the bottom of my heart.

I lived in this area some years ago for 3 years and used to really get into one of my favourite activities:

garage sale and thrifting

. This week gone by has been hard on my nerves, with unpacking, finding space, making do etc etc. So today, my MIL (mother in law) took me garage sale-ing with her (she loves it, and now is so glad to have someone else go with her that she doesn't have to drag around, i.e. her husband!!).

I scored my first Chris Chun piece at $2!! It's only a cheapie teapot stand from Ashdene, but it's so pretty!



(I've adored Chris Chun's works for so long. My favourites would have to be Kyoto Blossom and The Celebration, but at those prices, I'll have to content myself with them as my screensaver!)

I also scored a surprise gift from my MIL. I said "I love that, mum" but since there was no price on it (there were prices on the other pieces surrounding it) I thought it wasn't for sale. I walked out, mum stayed inside. Mum walked out with it, big grin on her face. Presenting it to me with a kiss, "It was only $3, darling!" MILs are great.



(If we stay longer than 8 months, we're painting the entire place white. Walls, doors, trim... everything. The slightly white-washed plywood walls is driving me mad.)

Isn't she gorgeous?

Got the cutest monkey skipping rope for Hannah for $5, brand new still in packaging... I was happy.



Also scored a cute stout yellow art glass vase to add to my collection :)
[Of course, said collection is packed away beneath oodles of newspaper and bubble wrap in box #67.)
Only 50¢ :)

Endangered species: the copy editor

Two days ago, it finally arrived: the latest issue of The Raintown Review, featuring my pair of sonnets, "Wunderkind." I was especially excited because of the places where my work has been published, TRR is the most legit. No disrespect to online journals, but there is something very satisfying about holding a book in your hands and seeing your words in print inside.

There my name was, on the glossy back cover, listed among the other contributors. I flipped to the page with my poem and while I think the piece could have used another revision or two, I'm okay with the version they accepted. Then I turned to the page with the contributor bios and saw this:

Katie Vagnino is a 2nd year poetry student in the Creative Writing M.F.A. program at Emerson College in Boston. Her writing has appeared in Time Out New York, The Torch (Smithsonian), and. In the blogosphere, she writes a bi-weekly column for The Sex Appeal and posts regularly on her own blog, The Vagnino Monologues.

and.

and.

and.

Seriously? That is a ludicrous typo. And another reminder that the art of copy editing, in our increasingly digital age, is in danger of becoming a lost art. Look, everyone makes mistakes. Copy editors are not infallible. Errors are going to slip past even the most trained eye. But in the publishing industry, copy editing is taking a hit. Many heavily-trafficked blogs and zines, like Talking Points Memo, do not staff copy editors and rely on their writers to check their own work.

A few things bum me out about the impending extinction of copy editors:

1) Copy editing is how many freelance writers pay their bills in between projects. It can be quite lucrative; major magazines pay in the neighborhood of $35/hour.

2) Copy editing is not just about correcting grammar/spelling/punctuation errors. A good copy editor can substantially improve the writing, making edits that improve transitions, clarity, flow, etc.

3) It's depressing that much of the public doesn't care about or doesn't notice errors, even really obvious ones like the one in my bio. This is sad albeit unsurprising given this country's habit of electing politicians with subpar grammar skills.

In my M.F.A. program, there is a course offered every semester in copy editing; we are told it's a marketable skill, one that will ensure we can get jobs after graduation. But unless you're lucky enough to be one of the New Yorker's infamous legion of copyeditors, well, you might find yourself as screwed as those of us who didn't drop $4K to learn how to spot dangling modifiers and errant commas.

Don't know what a dangling modifier is? Don't worry -- you're in good company.

Moving and why

Thanks to you all who have sent me comments and personal emails and messages. I hate moving (esp to a rental or a smaller space).



The long and short of it all is that we have moved back to the in laws to pursue two dreams: having another baby and opening a third-wave cafe focusing on speciality coffee (sorry guys, but Starbucks is not real coffee, it's confectionery coffee!!!). We have been passionate about coffee for a while now, (third wave style) of course...



So there it is. Sacrifices of following our dreams? The main one: moving from a spacious, lovely 220m2 (2370 sq foot) home into a 40.5m2 (430 sq foot) shoebox. Literally. Picture a shoebox. Corner off one tiny slim space (the width of a toilet bowl and a half, and the length of a small shower stall, sink and toilet bowl and narry a space to step in between) for the bathroom. As my father in law pointed out, we've lost 80% of our living space.



And no built ins... so every piece of furniture we bring in needs to count for way more than "just a coffee table" or "just a hall table". I've had to look at pieces that go upward rather than sprawl-ward.

Pardon the clothes, unmade bed (why make bed when the rest is so bomb-shelter-like?)

So now, our TV shares a sideboard with our underclothes. Our coffee table will be dining table cum toy storage. Our bed will also store bed linen beneath. Our bedside tables will share dressing table uses... One chest of drawers will now be used to store the clothes of 2 adults and 1 very fashionable almost-4 year old.

Please do keep reading this blog as I find ways to make our shoebox a home for the next 2 years. (Or less, please God??)
Thank you for reading this major whine... I thought I should update you (and whine) hahahah :)
Thanks also for bearing and caring for me. Photos to come soon.

Blessings on you all!

It's funny 'cuz it's true

Sometimes I feel good about my decision to go to grad school. And sometimes I feel, like Arrested Development's Gob, that I've made a terrible mistake. This clip from The Simpsons hits a little too close to home....

Restaurant Lexicon

Now that I've been working in the food & beverage industry for a year and a half, I have a handle on some of the lingo and thought it would be fun to provide a handy guide for those of you out there who may be trying to break into the exciting business of waiting tables. If you don't have any experience, you'll probably have to make up some to get hired (my first resume created for a restaurant job was definitely a piece of creative writing). And to "pass" as someone with experience, you have to talk the talk as well as walk the walk.

B and B: Not a cozy inn, but rather a small plate for bread (and butter).

Deuce: A table that seats two people.

Eighty-six: To be out of something, i.e. "86 lobster tacos." There are various theories about the origin of this expression.

FOH: Abbreviation for "front of house" staff.

On the books: refers to the number of reservations on a given night. "How many are on the books?" translates to "how many reservations do we have?"

Pre-meal: Sadly, not a meal, but a meeting for the FOH before service.

Sat: As in, "You just got sat." Means a table in your section has just been seated.

Sidework: Stuff you do when you're not busy, like polish silverware and fold napkins.

Sous: Short for sous chef.

Stodge: Can be a noun or verb; refers to a trial or apprentice shift.

Walk-in: A large refrigerator, big enough to walk into.

Weeds: As in, "I'm in the weeds." Not a good place to be; means you're slammed and falling behind.

Working in a restaurant is tough and knowing the slang is only one small part; balancing trays, communicating amidst chaos, dealing with the occasional wretched customer, it's all more exhausting than you'd think. Honestly. I worked Friday night, Saturday night, and brunch this morning and I'm wiped. I must have filled 500 glasses of water; when one women commented on my water-refilling vigilance, I said solemnly, "I am a water sentinel."

In searching for some kind of picture to represent "water sentinel," I stumbled upon the lyrics to a song recorded by Ella Fitzgerald called "I Want the Waiter (With the Water)." Many of the lyrics are nonsensical ("He's got a menu that will send you and befriend you") but I still enjoy it. Ella, had you walked into my restaurant, your water needs would have been fulfilled...and refilled.

Finally, I'm betting my tips would be better if I were allowed to wear this:

Finally

We've moved. Today. We're so exhausted... emotionally, physically and mentally. We've moved from a 220m2 home to a tiny one-room studio at the back of my in law's place. So it's all high stresses, moving was a nightmare...

But we are back with family.

Talk soon!!!

So You Think You Don't Like Poetry

After reviewing all the previous "So You Think You Don't Like Poetry" entries, I was surprised to discover that I have never featured a sestina, one of my favorite poetic forms. Sestinas are very difficult to write -- for one thing, they are long (6 6-line stanzas and a 3-line envoy). But more tricky is the repetition of the end-words, six words that cycle through the poem on the ends of the lines. The length of the form supports a narrative style, and yet the repetition keeps the story from fully unfolding since there is a constant return to certain words/images. Forward momentum is difficult -- the sestina therefore is well-suited to obsessive subject matter, like grief.

Elizabeth Bishop's "Sestina" is perhaps the most well-known example from the 20th century. And in a minute, you will know why.

Sestina

September rain falls on the house.
In the failing light, the old grandmother
sits in the kitchen with the child
beside the Little Marvel Stove,
reading the jokes from the almanac,
laughing and talking to hide her tears.

She thinks that her equinoctial tears
and the rain that beats on the roof of the house
were both foretold by the almanac,
but only known to a grandmother.
The iron kettle sings on the stove.
She cuts some bread and says to the child,

It's time for tea now; but the child
is watching the teakettle's small hard tears
dance like mad on the hot black stove,
the way the rain must dance on the house.
Tidying up, the old grandmother
hangs up the clever almanac

on its string. Birdlike, the almanac
hovers half open above the child,
hovers above the old grandmother
and her teacup full of dark brown tears.
She shivers and says she thinks the house
feels chilly, and puts more wood in the stove.

It was to be, says the Marvel Stove.
I know what I know, says the almanac.
With crayons the child draws a rigid house
and a winding pathway. Then the child
puts in a man with buttons like tears
and shows it proudly to the grandmother.

But secretly, while the grandmother
busies herself about the stove,
the little moons fall down like tears
from between the pages of the almanac
into the flower bed the child
has carefully placed in the front of the house.

Time to plant tears, says the almanac.
The grandmother sings to the marvelous stove
and the child draws another inscrutable house.

Golden Globes

Instead of blogging about how terrified I am about the special Senate election happening today in Massachusetts, I'm choosing to focus on something much more inconsequential: Sunday night's Golden Globes telecast, which I finally got around to watching today.

It turns out, I saw a lot of movies in 2009 and actually had seen most of the nominated films. Television-wise, I watched less, but still was pleased to see Mad Men take home the top award for drama, and Glee for comedy (which despite my initial hesitation to jump on the Glee bandwagon, won me over by the end of the season). Also, Chloe Sevigny totally deserved to win for Big Love, though I think it was unexpected (the show only got 3 nominations total and is less hyped than HBO's other shows).

Also good: Meryl (a.k.a. T-Bone) Streep's acceptance speech. The woman has won a bajillion times and still always manages to deliver a poised, seemingly unscripted and heartfelt speech of the perfect length. Bravo, T-Bone!



Robert Downey, Jr.'s speech was also clever and I'm always happy to see him win, even though Sherlock Holmes was a tad disappointing. However, he was one of three offenders in terms of what I consider to be an awards ceremony faux pas: saying in your acceptance speech whom you thought would win as an excuse to not have prepared anything to say.

It's one thing to act surprised and humble; it's another to state specifically which of the nominees you thought would beat you. Because let's face it, they didn't win -- you did -- and it's supposed to be your moment. Also, it's kind of insulting to the other 3 nominees -- did you not think they deserved to win? We already get loser reaction close-ups; a brief acknowledgment of fellow nominees suffices.

RDJ said he thought Matt Damon (The Informant!) would win, screenwriter/director Jason Reitman (Up in the Air) said he thought Quentin Tarantino (Inglorious Basterds) would win, and James Cameron (Avatar) said he thought Kathryn Bigelow (The Hurt Locker) would win. You know what? Probably some other people, including the nominees themselves, might have thought they were going to win too and are bummed out. There's no need to rub it in. We get it, you're surprised. Get on with your speech.

I guess what increasingly bothers me about the Globes is how blatantly it's used as a marketing tool for upcoming movies. All the presenters have films coming out in the next month and many find cutesy ways to promote them. And while I enjoyed Martin Scorsese's tribute, the last few minutes of it was just the trailer for Shutter Island, which no one has seen yet. It could be terrible and it isn't out yet, so why include it in his montage? Given the fact that the release of the film was pushed back, from October to February, and the buzz is mixed, including it in the montage seemed like a desperate move on behalf of the studio releasing it.

In summary, Ricky Gervais was decently funny, Angie and Brad (and Best Supporting Actor winner Alec Baldwin) couldn't be troubled to attend, and per usual, Jennifer Aniston wore a pretty but forgettable black dress. Would it kill her to wear something with color or texture?

But I digress. Time to go back to praying for a Coakley victory in MA.

Peony accessories

Via Green Wedding Shoes

I love peonies and am so into wearing it everywhere now.... Let's go shopping!!

Belts

Via Charlotte English Boutique

Via mykarim @ Etsy

Via fatalefemme @ Etsy

In your hair

Via PenelliBelle @ Etsy

Around your neck

Via myrakim @ Etsy

Shoes, shoes, shoes

Via bpoetic @ Etsy

Brooches, pins

Via RiRiFisch @ Etsy

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Via Cultivar @ Etsy

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Scarfs, shawls, those things

Via ericacavanagh @ Etsy

Wrist-wear

Via invitemecreative @ Etsy

Like any of them? I'm dying to go shopping!!!!

Anna Wintour

I am looking forward to ordering The September Issue, featuring Anna Wintour, to be released in April 2010 on DVD.



It's a documentary, sort of answering the Devil Wears Prada, showing the other side to the sleek image of the top lady at a top fashion magazine. The September Issue is normally the fattest monthly edition of Vogue and it basically records the creative and financial organisation chaos to produce it. We apparently get to see a way more human side to what is thought to be Meryl Streep's character in Devil Wears Prada (incidentally, the story is written by Ms Wintour's former personal assistant). Of course, she still has to guard herself because her every word, action is seen through media's often very critising eyes.



Anyone seen it? What did you think?

The September Issue at IMDB.com
The September Issue official site
The September Issue at Amazon

What Would Kant Say?

Until quite recently, I had never intentionally stolen anything. I never shoplifted lipstick from Walgreens as a rebellious teen, never snagged a piece of candy from a gas station counter. I knew stealing was wrong and I was too much of a goody two-shoes to ever defy that maxim.

A few years ago in NYC, I accidentally stole a Zagat Restaurant Guide from a Duane Reade -- but I'm not counting that because I wasn't aware I had walked out without paying for it until I was on the subway riding home. Now, it has been argued that I should have brought it back or returned to pay for it, but come on. I'm not THAT good of a citizen. I considered it as a token gift from New York, something to make up for the myriad of ways the city ripped me off on a daily basis for the five years that I lived there.

But curiously, in the last few months, I've been riding a small crime wave of my own creation. Don't get excited -- my petty thefts total in value to less than $10. Still....it's an odd trend, an unusual confluence of circumstances that have led me to steal three items.

Theft #1: A bottle of water from McDonald's ($1.00)

Every few months, when I get home late and I'm hungry, I succumb to the siren song of the Golden Arches. It was a few minutes before closing at the McDonald's in Allston, and I ordered an Extra Value meal. For my beverage, I asked for a bottle of water. The woman who took my order gave me the bottle of water right away and then went to tend to the fries. I put the bottle of water into my purse so I'd have less to carry. Moments later, a different employee brought my food and...a second bottle of water. I accepted the second bottle and my food and exited.

What say you, moral public? Keep in mind this was McDonald's, not a mom-and-pop operation.


Theft #2: Iced tea from Chipotle ($1.25)

What is it with me and stealing beverages? Just days after the McDonald's incident, I found myself at Chipotle*, ordering a burrito and asking for a cup for water. They gave me a cup and I headed over to the soda fountain. I mistakenly thought this (see below)
contained water. It did not. It contained iced tea. So instead of asking for a new cup, I drank my free iced tea. An innocent mistake?


Theft #3: A breakfast sandwich from Au Bon Pain in Logan Airport ($3.89)

Ok, this is clearly the most intentional of my crimes.

I stopped in to grab breakfast at ABP before heading through security. I was slightly pressed for time; it was a few days before Christmas, the airport was crowded and my flight was scheduled to board in the next ten minutes. I ordered my sandwich and then headed over to the registers to pay. And no one was manning the registers. A number of employees were doing other things -- making breakfast sandwiches, taking orders, cleaning up the coffee station -- but no one was at the register. I swear, I waited two whole minutes for someone to show up....before making off with my sandwich.

Listen, they were practically asking for me to steal it. I didn't feel like I should have to ask to pay for it. They are supposed to make me pay for it, right? That's their job. I was running late, hungry, and I didn't plan to steal the sandwich when I ordered it. Am I morally in the clear?

Probably not. I think my crime spree is over, though. It would be really embarrassing to get caught.

*In case you're wondering, no, I don't eat at fast food establishments every day. This was just a period of time when I was especially broke and lazy.

I want a terrarium... and a hedgehog... or two!

Ever since seeing Martha Stewart's video podcast on how to create terrariums and care for them, I've been looking for an old, oversized glass jar. We're moving up to the Blue Mountains in 2 weeks and being up a mountain is one of the best places to score some good carpet moss plants... so terrariums are definitely in my future!



But would I let you down by stopping just there? Of course not!

Not enough that terrariums are absolutely top on my favourite items to have for interest, now I want some of Woodland Terrarium magic from Etsy seller DoodleBirdie's store!

I'd get me some:

toadstools

Via Etsy's doodlebirdie store

cute little yellow birds perched on birdbaths

Via Etsy's doodlebirdie store

and my favourites so far: mama and little baby hedgehogs!!

Via Etsy's doodlebirdie store

and of course, to finish it off,

toadstool home for secret fairy (or hedgehog family!)

Via Etsy's doodlebirdie store

Links:

Read more about how to with a succulent terrarium (succulent versions most be uncovered).

Dresses on walls

Sarah Kaye Representations

I don't like dust... or dusting, but have always loved the romance of a frilly, beautiful dress hanging on some wall to create such a feminine touch. (No one in my family would blink at that, with what I have hanging around the place and my well-known quirkiness.)

I did hang my favourite two of Hannah's frocks when she was a year old in her room, but that's gone now, packed away.



But I gathered some great eye candy from my inspiration files:

Image via Beach Studios

Image via Polly Wreford

Image via Selina Lake

Rachel Whiting

Image via Country Living

Image via House to Home

Image via Melanie Coddington

Image via Debi Treloar

Aren't you inspired? I am! Even though we can't afford much now, or will have the room... I can't help but go back to yearn for a few of my favourites from Etsy; like sellers Calendar Girl, TimelessVixenVintage and vintage & silk.

by Etsy seller CalendarGirlVintage

by Etsy seller TimelessVixenVintage

by Etsy seller TimelessVixenVintage

by Etsy seller TimelessVixenVintage

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