kate+speaks

Its official I need to stop buying plaid, I’ve gotten three shirts for xmas. I raided a lumberjack’s cabin.

Jon & Kate had eight, so now I’m watching the marathon. E’rebody loves this show to death, its so darn addictive.

Today the man and I woke up late, hopped on a bus, ate belgian fries, watched “Seven Pounds,” and ran a few errands around the neighborhood. Super chill, and it was a lovely day in the city, not cold at all.

I picked up my shoes from the cobbler and the stretching process definitely worked. Thank the lord.

The Life and Times of Kate Reyes.

Friday night we went out to Palo Alto, apparently to a very happening ass spot. I swear I will talk to anyone under the influence. The term “liquid courage” is so very true for me. I went up to a guy buying a drink that was darker than an AMF to ask him what it was, he said it was called a PFM and then continued to buy me one. The man didn’t care, thats an extra $8 in his pocket. I think it had Red Bull in it, cause I yakked later that morning around 5am.

Regardless, it was an awesome night for me. HA HA.

I need the holiday feasting to stop. I have to get into a tight ass white dress in about six months (not joking, shit’s T-I-G-H-T, and I completely mean that in the literal sense, although it is damn fly if I say so myself).

I wonder when plaid is going to play out. I will totally be f-ed when that happens, as I have dedicated a third of my closet to lumberjacks.

Hope everyone had a safe and wonderful Xmas, enjoy New Years!

Tonight

I will be watching Keisha Cole, T-Pain, and Lil Wayne from a private box at the Oakland Coliseum. Pretty ridiculous if you ask me, I am not a fan of any of them. BUT, Jeff’s company owns the box and everything is FREEEEE.

Ahem*Cough*Christmas

I have no money left to spend, not like I had bank in the first place, but I have zero dollars going into 2009. Its ok, I’m optimistic about the situation.

In case any of you would like to be thoughtful and still get me something during the last few days before we celebrate Jesus. Here are a few ideas:

Tight fitting, black, hooded, cow skin jacket. This one is Michael Kors, on sale @ Overstock.com. No worries though, I’m not a label-girl.

Thigh-high stockings from Welovecolors.com. I hate hate hate the waistbands on tights, I cannot stand them. So I will trash my tights and go for these instead in Maroon, Navy, Brown, or Black pleez.

Riding boots. I am on a mission to collect all types of boots, short and tall, and all (natural) colors possible.

Plaid pajamas, cause we only use a space heater in our tiny Fog City apt. Plus, I’d probably wear the top outside as a regular shirt, haha.

Windows “Mojave” Ads = Stupid

They show one lady saying: “I like it. Its nice.” In design school we learned you can NEVER tell anyone you “like it” or “its nice.” And saying the combination of the two is completely meaningless. Think about when you really say “I like it, its nice.” It has no emotion, its just something you say when you really can’t give an opinion, you don’t love it, you can’t say you hate it, its just “nice.”

Advertising FAIL.

http://www.mojaveexperiment.com

The light…

Me + Short = Tailor + $13 original hems (almost EVERY pair of jeans I own, even when I buy the shortest inseam)
Me + Uneven sized feet = Cobbler + $8 shoe stretching (damn pointy flats which ALWAYS pinch the right foot ridiculously)

My body was not made as a “ready-to-wear type.”

I always thought girls with perfect-looking jeans just got damn lucky finding the perfect inseam and I always thought footwear was an area in life where women would always suffer. BUT NO, find a good tailor and find a good cobbler, the payoffs are so so wonderful.

Also, the most amazing product ever: Foot Glide, no chaffing around the painful achilles heel or annoying rubbing of the toes against your shoes. You avoid blisters and cuts and it works wonderfully.

Left foot size: 6.5
Right foot size: 7

Fucking ay.

No werk today.

Sometimes I want to yell and scream when it comes to anything that is about the wedding. Other times that is all you will catch me doing and thinking about. I guess its a balancing act. WELL… no doubt the wedding is going to be ridiculousness, not just for me and the man but for the guests and family as well.