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I love this song by Rufus Wainwright. It’s beautiful. It takes a few listens to full bloom, so to speak. My favorite line is I have suffered shipwreck against your dark brown eyes. So gorgeous. So true.

Here at the homestead we are eagerly awaiting a lovely guest, who arrives today and stays with us for a few days. Of course, I decided it would be a good time to clean my room (my side of the room, rather) and will somebody please explain to me why I can’t get through a single square foot without discovering 84,000 abandoned projects?

Exhibit A: At last I found my seam ripper and attacked a few tentative repurposing prospects that had accumulated into a dusty pile in the corner (all but one went straight into the trash). In addition to the abandoned projects, there’s a kind of freaky domino effect that overtakes me and I’ll also decide it’s a fine time to begin a new project.

Exhibit B: For instance, the drill battery has been charging because WHERE WILL I HANG ALL OF MY FUR STOLES? (the surface of the dresser cannot be properly cleared until there is a place to put them, obviously). I remembered the awesome panel of hooks that M brought home from Target months ago and thought, if I just move my scarves from where they are hanging (the awesome silver antler hooks) to the new one (which is why the drill is charging), I can relocate my fur stoles and collars to the old one. Genius! It’s perfect! It’s ridiculous. I am ridiculous, but I suppose I get brownie points for enthusiasm and innovation.

Exhibit C: On the upside, I somehow posted and sold three pieces of furniture doing nothing but taking up room and collecting dust on Craigslist in under four hours. That’s kind of a record. Good riddance to stuff I don’t need and have no use for!

On that note, I must return to the above-mentioned tasks. It’s exciting! I’m still basking in the glow of the co-tomboy post from yesterday, though. So many new readers! So much love via tweets! Dreamy, dreamy, dreamy.

Confession: Can’t think to confess. Too shocked about American Idol outcome. Too blown away by how awesome everything but the conclusion was. (Cyndi Lauper + Alison gave me goosebumps!) I’m not saying this HuffPo article says it all, but it’s certainly a relevant consideration. I did, however, work myself into a feverish, fantastical froth of excitement over potential Team Glambert duets – Dave Gahan? Robert Smith? Morrissey? RUFUS WAINWRIGHT? – of course none of them would be caught dead on AI, but still. A girl can dream, and she can dream big. BIGGER THAN JESUS, EVEN, BITCHES. So here, take it. The same dress you saw yesterday, with one of your favorite tops on me. I’ve nothing more to give.

FFAF SPECIAL ALERT: Don’t say I didn’t warn you! The tomboy and I are packing up and heading…um, East! That’s it, East. East to Yosemite for a glorious 4-day camping trip full of horseshoe games, exploration of several lakes and nearby creeks, lounging poolside with a 2′ tall stack of books, and chocolate fondue. That’s right. FONDUE. Ask anybody. Even when I camp, I am fancy.

The downside? 4 FFAF-less days.
The upside? Some rugged FFAF posts when we get back!

Confession: I’d sent in my RSVP for the Lush Grand Opening Party at Bay Street two weeks ago and needed a tub of Dream Cream, so M & I dragged our happily spent bodies from bed and set out on the day. After appx. 30 seconds of crowded Lush store air, M made a beeline outside and stood like Cool Hand Luke against the glass window while I shopped. Remembering the goodie bag that came with a $40 purchase, I snagged a tub of Ultra Bland cleanser and one of their lip pots, which got me the following 100% free (well, you know): Olive Branch solid perfume, an Avobath bomb, a bottle of Smitten hand cream (so delicious) and a Pop In The Bath bubble bar. Plus, they handed out little Lush cookies for nibbles.

And I know it’s SO last summer, but FINALLY a pair of aviators that don’t make me look like Nicole Ritchie. Whee!

And then we bought even MORE Girl Scout cookies, as you can see.

When: Saturday, Jan. 24th, 2008.

What: Royal blue ruffled blouse, Persaman NYC. Cigarette pants from Laundry by Shelli Segal. Vintage scarf and fur collar, leather boots by Lamica and silver trench by Lapis.

Confession: M & I went to see Milk tonight at the Piedmont Theater. It was really fantastic, so well done and well acted. It didn’t make me cry as hard as I expected! My theory is that since some of what was experienced there on screen haunts present day life for us still, it just…I don’t know, you know?

The Prop. 6 stuff was so hard to sit through; I know it’s not exactly the same at all, but I just felt so much of the same feeling that I felt around Prop. 8; it was like yanking off the scab to something that I was semi-successfully ignoring, like reliving those awful days after Nov. 4 last year when we waited, and dreaded, and seethed and mourned.

But it was truly so, so good. That final scene…I don’t want to ruin it for anyone, but it felt holy. I don’t say holy at all, but that was holy. It really was. So, so beautiful and poignant and wonderful and terrible, all at once. My boyfriend Mick at the SF Chron says though it deserves them the most, it won’t take home any awards at the Oscars, but it really, really ought to. I’m pulling for it!

PS. I painted my nails black. They’re so shiny! Hence the artsy femme fatale photo you see here.

When: Sat., December 13th, 2008.

What: Brown turtleneck by Nine West, royal blue cropped linen jacket by Persaman NYC, cider corduroy pants from Victoria’s Secret. Boots by Donald J. Pliner and trench coat by Do & Be. Hat from The Hat Guys in downtown Oakland.

Scent: Burberry London. Jesus Christ, who makes their perfume? They need a good slap. This went on harshly and dried down to something sweet and a notch of intensity away from being…offensive, almost. It’s just nothing special, and nothing good, even. it barely lasted 3-4 hrs.! I wonder if this is what laziness smells like? The notes: Clementine, Honeysuckle, English Garden Rose, Tiare Flower, Jasmine, Peony, Veil of Musks, Indian Sandalwood, Patchouli.

Also? I really hope to review something tomorrow that I actually enjoy.

Confession: We got our Christmas tree tonight! It’s about the same height as the petite and we love it. We get Delancey Street trees because it’s good and they are all sustainably farmed / organic, what have you. After dinner, we’ll get the lights on and I’ll make a fresh batch of shortbread and M will make some homemade Mexican hot chocolate and we’ll all decorate the tree while carols play merrily in the background! It’s never too late for some serious (Charlie Brown) Christmas spirit!