In My Element, All Day.

Black & White Floral Canvas Sneakers (UO)

Tortoise Shell Wayfarers (Vintage)

Suede Wraped Sandals (Inven.Tory)

Today was worthy of being put on the "that was one of the best days ever" list that I like to mentally keep. 

I went into New York today to do business/pleasure things. In that order. I had lots of running around to do, dig through countless fabric stores, scope out potential shops in which to house Prim Suspect lines - which entails getting a boat load of business cards and making bff with the employees/owners of these shops, finding the perfect men's henley to reconstruct for my Fall '09 launch, dissect, investigate, and discover what's on racks now in some very no-so-obvious and "indie/underground", as I like to call them,  boutiques and shops - and attempting to mesh them into one look in the event of creating something completely new and fresh for profit of my company. I needed oodles of energy today, and I had it. There's something about the buzz of New York that puts me in a completely different mindset, attitude, and energy. Stick me in NY, and things will get done. I feed off of their energy. Which brings me to another topic...

I've decided many years ago that I was going to move to New York. This, being based on the pure fact that I simply belong there. Plain and simple. It was just a matter of: A. Finding someone to move there with me. and B. Funding myself to actually live there. Why must my taste be so expensive, even getting a roof over my head is expensive. Why can't I thrive in, oh, I don't know, Kentucky? 

I've been searching for a place in Williamsburg, NY for a long, long time. I don't have anything against any other part of New York, I just particularly love Williamsburg. Have you ever been to a place and feel completely in your element, like you just belong there, you feel comfortable and at peace there? That's me in Williamsburg. It's just me. Of course, it's no less expensive than living in straight up Manhattan, my luck. But I'm determined. In fact, I come home and immediately begin apartment hunting, only to find out that a friend of mine is looking for a roommate ... in Williamsburg. If I don't get my hands on this, I'm going to kick myself, for a very very long time. I mean, I at least have to try. Does anyone want to buy my Jeep Grand Cherokee? $8,000 and it's yours. I don't need a car in Williamsburg. I wouldn't want one if I did. And I'm pretty sure I don't even belong in a vehicle. If you don't believe me, just pull up my driving record. Atrocious. 

Aside from drooling over everything Williamsburg today, and after business stuff, I did a little vintage shopping in my favorite/some newly stumbled upon shops. I found some pretty amazing stuff, including an insanely amazing vintage jacket by Martini for Eddie. I'm SO insanely jealous of it. I'll have to get a picture of this so you can see what I mean. It's drool-worthy. If I had $10,000, it would surely have gone straight down the toilet today with all of the incredible finds I came across today. Finding this many things in one day in vintage shops alone is a rare occurrence. I just want to be a baller, not even to buy the newest Zac Posen dresses, just to buy those $295 vintage leather laser cut out knee high boots I found today, along with the baby pink leather jacket that I could swear was cut, designed and made for me. Ugh, I'm getting depressed just thinking about how I left them behind. 

I found these two new vintage shops that I just can NOT stop thinking about. Sweet Tater has ALWAYS been my favorite, but Inven.Tory and AmarDora were true needles in a haystack. I made bff with an employee at AmarDora, she even had me try on a pair of Versace harem pants, that slightly resemble MC hammer pants, just completely elegantly tapered and tailored. They were gorgeous. She just wanted to see what they looked like on. I almost cried looking in the mirror at how gorgeous they were on. Never in a million years would I have picked them off the rack and carried them into the fitting room with me. And at that very moment, staring back at myself in the mirror, I had the thought for a brief moment, or running straight out the door with them on, and never looking back. Good job, Versace. You almost made a girl cry today. Inven.Tory had some of the most incredible shoes I've ever seen. All vintage 1940's and 1950's inspired shoes - right up my alley. I just stood there and stared at the wall of them for a minute, debating if I should try a pair on or not. Quickly deciding on no, because I know myself all too well, and I would have done serious damage to my wallet had I purchased them. If you want 40's and 50's inspired clothing/shoes with a serious twist on comfort and style, you HAVE to check this place out. They are men and women friendly, which makes it even better. In fact, I found lots of men's things that I would have adored to have in my closet. I am still kicking myself that I didn't buy this seriously different, dainty, and very well made 1950's dress. It looked like it has watercolor paint pattern, with pelicans that I didn't even know were pelicans, until the third time I tried it on. (Obviosuly, I was attached.) Is it abnormal that I'm thinking about going back tomorrow to get it? Probably.

I also met this girl, who's name is fittingly Emerald Rose, who was wearing this skirt that literally stopped me dead in my tracks. It was incredible. It was obviously avante-garde, and had these tweed shaped coming off of it that looked like dainty horns. I wish I had a picture so you don't think I'm crazy right now. I had to compliment her on it. Her response was like a song to my ears, "I made it!" Jackpot. I snagged her. Got her info, gave her mine. She told me that she's going to Parsons for fashion design, and agreed to be a designer for my line. She's a good find, I can feel it in my bones. Now if I can only get my hands on one of her horn skirts ...

Today was incredibly eventful. I could not have asked for a better business/pleasure day. I found incredible finds both for my company, and for my own pleasure. Looks like I chose a good day to spend in the city.

Now, if I can only get my hands on this Williamsburg apartment, my year will be set!

Toodles!

Bike Rides And Changes (Of Heart)

Found these in a jumbled mess of pictures.

I really like this whole "mess" theme ...

Things are a-changin'.

Twenty four and three quarters years old, the age when I thought I'd have my whole entire life figured out, when I'd have myself finally figured out, when I thought that I'd be dating my soon-to-be-hubby, if, of course, I wasn't already married, and I definitely thought that I'd be, well, established. 

::Wrong Answer Game Show Buzzer Noise::

Truth be told, I'm just now figuring out my life, figuring out where I actually belong, what I'm supposed to be doing, what I'm not supposed to be doing, what I want, what I don't, most importantly - who I am, and how to keep my steering wheel headed in the right direction, attempting to stay out of the u-turn lane. I'm no where near dating a man that I'm going to marry (minus all of that wishful thinking and hoping and praying, of course), and sadly, nor do I have my hands on a hubby-to-be. And the establishment of Ali Pinho, I'm still working on that. 

Everything has changed; from my taste in men, to my taste in music, to what my "future plans" are. The only constant was that I knew what I wanted to be when I grew up the entire time, a fashion designer, making and selling my own clothes to the rest of the world to feel beautiful and confident in. But even that wasn't a guarantee. In fact, the hardest part through these twenty four and three quarters years, was even making those future plans to begin with. It's not something we would particularly like to believe, but we can't choose our own destiny. That's been planned since I was Little Miss Fetus. I'm just along for the ride, letting God do His thing. Difficult? Yes. Worth it? Absolutely. 

On a less serious note:

- I have recently (recently, as in, approximately two hours ago) discovered Alexa Chung, who I'm pretty sure I am now obsessed with. 

- I went on a very long bike ride with some pretty amazing company, which resulted in the engagement of what has officially been added to the list as one of the best conversations I've ever had. (I literally felt warm inside the entire time.)

- I finally found Hot Rod (after losing my last copy left me in misery), and purchased it. I swear, I'm holding onto it for dear life this time. Now if I can only find my copy of Blow ....

- I was presented with the fact that my size one jeans are "not a normal size". When I asked why, she responded with, "The average American is overweight, not a size one!!!!" Ouch.

- I'm still going off of three hours of sleep from last night. (That explains why this blog has taken me almost an hour to write, thanks to my "lack-of-sleep-add".

Current Listen: ICE DREAM Paint Job - DJ Workforce

You can check out his music here: http://www.myspace.com/tragicbeingrh

Toodles!

Creepy Dreams

You know...just to start off the whole,

"creepy theme" I have going on here...

First and foremost, I would like to apologize to all of my Hipster Sister readers for the picture in the previous post. I had no idea I looked like a creep. That was embarrassing. And definitely not cute.

So, I have two topics of discussion for you tonight. One totally creeped me out, the other is an epiphany I had. Let's start with the creepy one, that's always fun.

Have you ever woken up in the morning and not thought twice about what you dreamed about last night? Like, you just don't care, I guess? Or maybe it just doesn't occur to you that you had a dream at all. That's how my morning went. I think the fact that I felt like death had visited me in my sleep last night and lingered until morning, planting itself deep into my loins, was the real reason I wasn't so keen on what the heck I dreamed about last night. However, I almost wish that I had remembered my dreams right off the bat when my alarm blazed in my ears, rolling my eyes at that God forsaken sound, because having something completely random happen to you mid-day, reminding you that you had quite possibly the creepiest dreams ever, is just straight up disturbing. 

This is not a plot to a horror film, this is my real-life dream from last night. Turn your lights on and close your blinds, because this is about to get creepy. And honestly, this is so incredibly weird, that you simply can not judge me. And no, I do not do drugs, for the record.

So last night, I had about one hundred dreams, maybe one thousand, I can't remember. I'll try to make this as least detailed as possible, for your own good. I particularly remember this one. In this particular dream, I was at work. (I'm a visual merchandiser for Macy's, for those of you who don't know.) So, in real life, there's this real shady guy who stole money straight out of my wallet, THREE times at work. So in my dream, I caught him red handed, and told security what was up. He basically got beat with a bamboo stick, eventually resulting in him getting fired. He was escorted out by the police and everything - total embarrassment. (I'm pretty sure I requested it, since he stole from me a total of four times now, according to this dream.) Well, this guy wanted payback. And maaaan did he get us. We all thought that he wasn't the brightest crayola in the box, turns out, he was a booby trap KING. Out of pure hatred and anger for ratting him out, he climbed through the vents, and released this yellow, pollen looking stuff, which ended up blowing out of every single vent in the entire store, like it was snowing yellow pollen. I, of course, happen to be in a small room with a very large vent. So, naturally, I am completely saturated with this "yellow stuff". Turns out this "yellow stuff" is poison. He tried to mass murder us. I remember choking, almost to death in my dream, I was coughing like crazy and couldn't get myself together. I knew I was dying, and was totally not cool about it. Here's where it gets weird. As I'm "dying", the white stuff kind of, pops, like Pop Rocks would, and turned unto enormous orange gerber daisies. I remember thinking that they were NOT pretty, and that they were going to kill me. That's when that dream literally ended.

Normally, I would violently dig through my Dream Dictionary to find the meaning to this super creepy dreams, but I really think leaving this one alone is best. I just really don't care to know what it's about. Can you blame me?

Now for my, "Once Every So Often Epiphany" that I had today...

As silly as Twitter seems, it has seriously blessed me with nothing but benefits. I've made so many friends, so many connections, Hipster Sister is as big as it's ever been, and it's the best time killer when you're, say, waiting for an elevator. Social networking sites have become the new "hello". I feel like it makes social awkwardness nonexistant. I kind of like it. Speaking of, you can follow me on Twitter: hipsterrr. 

To all of my Tweeters, you know that I love you dearly. I tell you this on a daily basis. But thank you, and I love you, again for your support, your friendship, your laughs, and the presents you send me! :) You are all so incredibly appreciated.

Toodles!

Current Listen: Run This Town - Rihanna Ft. Jay Z 

Why Stop Dreaming When You Wake Up?

Have you ever found yourself at a certain point in your life where it kind of just, hits you, and you realize that exactly where you are right now, is exactly where you've always wanted to be?

Welcome to my world.

Every morning, I wake up, although way too early and after not nearly enough sleep, and I have to wonder if what my life currently consists of will ever fade away. I know, that probably sounds oh-so depressing, but I feel that it really grounds me. If I don't appreciate the things that I have now, the things I've wanted for what has been basically my entire life, the things that I've worked at what almost feels like too hard, then I will never actually appreciate what I've been given. I thank God every day for what He's given me, and the strength and energy that he gives me on a daily basis to handle them. Because without His strength, I would most definitely be one exhausted, frustrated little lady.

After what seemed like only a dream, I'm finally living it. My clothing line is launching it's very first collection in the Fall, and I obviously, could not be more excited about it. I have a job, which is always important when you're 24 and trying to make your dreams happen. It's taken me years, but I've finally filtered out my friends; the ones who stuck around this long, are the ones that matter. I've met a special someone who makes me feel like I'm sitting on top of the world, having the party of the century, and holding my hand the whole time. He makes me really happy.

I feel like I'm at a really good place right now. And I'm going to work really hard to keep things going in a positive direction. Because living a dream, is our ultimate goal, isn't it?

Why stop dreaming when you wake up?

Current Listen: Owl City - Fireflies

Wear Yourself Well

Be you.

You heard it here, top heavy is in.

Supersize shoulders, lots of bare leg, and buckets of bling. No, I'm not talking about what you might see with all fours wrapped around a stripper pole. This is what I'd imagine tucked in the front row seats of Fashion Week's hottest show.

I like to forecast my own fashion trends. And to my delight, I'm 99% of the time dead on target. I can honestly say it is in my blood. And believe me, if I had any insight on how to score myself a fashion forecasting career, I'd be slaving away until 3am, emailing my life away to every company I could get my manicured paws on that is looking for a fashion forecaster in the highest of high fashion. I'd probably have better luck posting my resume in every NYC taxi cab I can sit my buns in. Unfortunately for me, what I'm best at, is the one career that when you land it, you don't leave it. Ever. Even if you're on your death bed, you still have you're blackberry in you're IV threaded arm, sending mass emails to all of New York's finest fashionistas of what's the must have item of the next five minutes. God bless their souls.

Accepting the fact that I will never land an actual fashion forecasting career in New York/LA's fashion industry, it only gives me more push to creep my clothing line's launch date even sooner than I had planned. I can only be so lucky to have such a "go-getter" partner. He is just as willing as I am to skip two out of three meals to day in order to buy extra fabric for the sudden design idea I had, insisting on 8 more yards of that amazing stretch knit eggplant jersey fabric that only costs $11 a yard. He understands. And that is why I love him.

I truly believe that maintaining a prim and proper image is over. Which is why I am so excited to introduce Prim Suspect to the world, come Fall '09. Hence the big shouldered, bare legged look, I plan to introduce a more daring, modern twist on fashion, bringing back the 1940's and 1950s eras, with a bit of sex appeal/hipster twist. Prim Suspect is something the fashion industry has not even yet dreamed up. It's a whole new dimension of clothing, a collaboration of the eras not touched, maybe even afraid to yet dabble in, and the newness of hipsters and "my generation", all refined into one, polished collection. Try not to drool.

I admit to Balmain being a huge influence on my designing, as well as Alexander Wang and Poltock and Walsh, which is a very new obsession of mine. I refuse to be tied down to one style, one era, or one genre of clothing. That's just simply not how I work. Nor will it ever be how I work. My mind is way too scattered to ever focus on one thing. I can literally look at fashion from the 1940's, literally, a pouffy, flamboyant piece, and picture it in the year 2010. I can mesh it with something I've seen off any given haute couture runway collection, somehow pairing it together, and making it work. It's like creating a new invention everyday. I see my designs as the Magic Bullet or the George Foreman Grill, everyone loves it, it's the biggest thing, and you just have to own one. If, of course, it works for you.

As a designer, I want to be able to put my finger on exactly what men and women want. I want people to put on my line, and never feel over or under dressed. And to walk into a room and appear exactly that way. I want a collection that can be delivered in a number of ways, it's all in how you represent it on your own. I want a woman to walk in with a pant, a simple shirt, and a cool jacket, paired with the best shoes, and feel just as confident as the girl in the floor length gown. I want a man to walk into a room with the same thing, and look better than the guy in the tux. It's not only in the design, it's in the delivery. The clothes are only as good as the person wearing them.

Fashion, now, is about risk takers. It's not about who you're wearing, what's on that itchy label on the back of your neck, it's about how you wear it. It's about finding what you're true iconic style is, and really wearing it well. I can tell you, that I have found more than plenty of my designer steals in my day, trudging through the dozens of sample sales that I've managed to squeeze into my lunch hour while working in the the garment district in NYC, but did I really feel confident in them? No. Did wearing a Dolce & Gabbana top that just wasn't the right fit, really make me feel like I was any more of a woman in a room full of fabulously dressed women (who, by the way, I couldn't decode half of the designers they were wearing) in the room? No. Fashion is what fits, what looks best for the occasion, what is appropriate (so important!), what you feel comfortable in, and what makes you look your absolute best. Never, ever buy something because of the label sewn on the inside. While it's fun to own a piece with a fancy label on the inside, you're not wearing that outfit inside out for the world to see who made it. 

Because just like beauty, it's what's on the outside that counts.

Wear yourself well, my friends. 

A Worldwide Creative Outlet Has Been Born! I am Loved!

A very special thanks to Katie (@kafriend) for the

incredible, beautiful, and very much loved

and appreciated bracelets!

I Love You! <3

Never one to receive hate mail, I have received pure, physical LOVE mail! @kafriend (aka Katie) sent me two hand made bracelets that she had made specifically for me out of her love for Hipster Sister (blogspot) & @hipsterrr (Twitter)! 

Hipster Sister is a worldwide spread blog, also known on Twitter as @Hipsterrr. Proud of it's short-made success and inspiration to many worldwide, I am ecstatic to learn that it is not only inspiring people to pursue and create their own creative outlets through art, fashion, and writing, but it also had created a unity among people who may not have met/shared the same interests otherwise.

I have made many friends via Hipster Sister and @hipsterrr, but Katie is a very special friend who I hold dear to my heart. Katie sent me a touching little note along with these amazing little bracelets, which adorn my left wrist for the world to gawk at.

"You are one of my very favorite tweeters, bloggers, and now, my best friend." 

The fact that Katie is able to share her love for Hipster Sister through the outlet of art and craft, is so so SO touching to me. THIS is exactly what I am inspired by.

Another inspiring/inspired friend, Anderson, has created his own blog, all due to his likings of Hipster Sister. I urge you to read and follow his blog here: http://bonjouranderson.blogspot.com/

I can not continue Hipster Sister and what I do without people like Katie, without you guys. I am only inspired by those who inspire me. So, thank you, Katie, and to all of those who can inspire me, and others, through art and through their very own creative outlet. I love you dear, and look forward to much more of your inspiration!

I would just like to take the time to thank you all so much for reading and following Hipster Sister, and for following me on Twitter: @hipsterrr. You are all the reason I blog, tweet, and ooze creativity every single day. Without you guys, I would be a lonely little artsy hipster, with nobody to outlet my creativity to. I hope that everyday, at least one of you are inspired by all of this. Thank you so much for all of your support.

With the biggest thanks and love,

Hipster Sister

Poltock & Walsh - Heart Stopping.

Poltock & Walsh

I experienced a minor heart attack today. 

I've discovered a new London designer, Poltock & Walsh (it is actually two men with one line) who, I can't decide if I absolutely adore and want to skin and wear for my fall '09 wardrobe, or if I want to hate with my whole fashionable little soul, because they have produced everything I have ever thought up in my mind of what I want the clothing I design to be.

These two men are so impeccably talented, that I literally had trouble catching my breath while I was looking at pieces from their line. It's so fresh. It's high fashion, yet wearable. I'd wear any given piece in a heartbeat. Pass the chunky 5 inch heeled ankle boots and that multi colored tiered party dress, I'm ready to strut! 

I just thought I'd share this new heart stopping designer with you. I'm going to go receive some CPR now....

Toodles!

New Creations

There is nothing more awkward than sitting on a long, stiff, crinkly strip of paper laid across a seafoam green table, clothes off from the waist down, and a thin, wafer-like "blanket" over my lap. Unknowing that this doctor visit would come to this, I wore my ditsy flower ruffle underwear (I wear them when I'm feeling cute and playful - everything I was not feeling at this particular moment), which only made the awkward level sky rocket. If I had any idea that I was going to be holding onto a thin paper blanket-gown for dear life with my sweaty palms, I would have worn my "doctor underwear", the really plain, solid ones that are super unimpressive and have no possible way of letting the doctor know what else might be in my underwear drawer. I unintentionally let the cat out of the bag this time, I guess.

No, this was not a gynecologist doctor appointment, as you might have imagined it to be. It was a visit to my new gastroenterologist. Why, then, was I sitting in his office with my pants off? I'm still not sure. I mean, my True Religion jeans I was wearing had a one inch zipper, and they were so low that my butt crack literally lies right below the tippy top of the jean. (I like my jeans that way. The lower they are, the more comfortable they are. It's a thing of my generation, I think.) Not to mention, I'm pretty sure my esophagus is not in my pants. 

Now don't me wrong, Dr. Geller is a great doctor. He's very thorough, he attempts to figure out all of the possible problems, by taking all of the precautions. Although I'm not excited about taking yet another massive blood test, fiber supplements (no thank you!), and a .... drumroll please .... a colonoscopy. Let's get this party started already. A twenty four year old getting a colonoscopy. How unhipster of me. But I do believe in putting health before hipsterism, so, I'll take one for the team. Not to mention, colon cancer runs in my family, so I'm not messing around. This tush is not to be messed with!

However, I have two happy little side notes for you: 1. I made this sweet stretch jersey knit scarf the other day. It will be launched in the Prim Suspect Fall '09 collection, but if you'd like to purchase one ahead of time, let me know and I will make one for you. 2. I met someone who is so fantastic, at least in my book he is. He's an artist (an incredibly talented one, at that), he's a photographer, his energy level effortlessly keeps up with mine, he's artsy, French, enjoys bike rides, and so much fun. Let's just hope he doesn't disappoint, like many have in the past. I finally found one that's a good catch on more levels than just one, even my mother likes him and thinks he's "very cute". And my mom thinks all the guys I date are total tools. I'm not saying she's wrong, I'm just saying. 

So here's to hoping for the best. I just want to be the best part of someone's day. 

I just want to fall in love already.

Current Listen: Best I Ever Had - Drake ... for him :)

Tangled Paper Lined Walls

Tangled paper artsy lined walls. 

First off, I would like to thank General Mills cereal for creating the addictively yummy Gluten Free Cinnamon Chex. I am, in fact, typing this blog right now with my right hand only, due to the fact that my left hand is covered in cinnamon and sugar. Even if you have the luxury of being able to eat gluten, you should seriously check this stuff out. It's incredible. 

Today I woke up with a sore throat. Thank only means one thing for me ... that I'm getting sick. For some reason, that's my body's first hint that I've done something wrong, something to deserve whatever it's about to punish me with. Sometimes it's just a head cold, sometimes its tonsillitis, could be walking pneumonia or even mono. All of these, I have experienced in a six month time span. I like to call it "The Year That Barely Happened". I just wasn't coherent for three hundred out of the three hundred, sixty five days of that year. My immune system was on vacation that year. 

My sore throat exaggerated itself to a pounding headache, which has still not subsided, even after practically ODing on Ibuprofen mid way through the day. Have you ever gotten that feeling in the back of your throat, when it feels like you just constantly have to puke? I feel like something is all over my gag reflex, just sitting there, like when you leave your blinker on for too long after you've turned left ... 12 minutes ago. I'm positive that if I walked my little legs into the bathroom, and put my fingers down my throat, my Chex will come spewing out like candy out of a pinata. Mind you, I'm keeping my fingers in the Chex box, and I'm staying out of the bathroom. 

I haven't not felt good in a while. I mean, it's been a little while since I've actually been sick. The last time I was sick, I had walking pneumonia back in February. I might as well have been the walking dead. I'll never forgive walking pneumonia. The day I was supposed to go see my grandmother in the hospital, I was diagnosed with this stupid sickness. Because of the diagnosis they gave me, I got kicked out of the hospital before I even got to see my grams. She had a stroke that night, and I never got to see her in a normal state again. It pains me just thinking about it. I can't let myself live it down.

I hope this sickness is one of those twenty four hour deals. I'm supposed to go into New York tomorrow to go to some art galleries. After my visit to my new GI (gastroenterologist) doctor in the morning. Please don't ruin my day, mystery sickness. 

On a less depressing note, I think I'm going to do some more of that 3D art I've taken up. I'm having way too much fun with it. My walls are going to look like they have tangled paper lining them. How artsy of me! :)

Toodles!

Art Nerd Does 3D

My 3D Art Project: "Barbed Wire".

Somehow, I've managed to become more of an art nerd than I already was. I think I was just really good at camouflaging the fact that I even was an art nerd, fooling bystanders and acquaintances alike with my high outfits and lack of a need for nerd glasses. Although, if I did acquire glasses, I would totally wear the big nerdy ones. I think it would be a nice alter ego for me. 

A good piece of art really gets me going. Staring at what seems like an endless collection of good art to me, can be compared to a high that a junkie gets off his or her drugs. That was a terrible, terrible analogy, but you get my point. Art puts me in a whole different universe. And I like it there.

Lately, 3D art is my main squeeze. I will always, always appreciate a painting and a drawing that looks like it was effortlessly done, but 3D art completely fascinates me. I mean, I am a clothing designer, so it kind of makes sense. So, being my artsy little self and always looking for a new creative outlet, I decided to put the fabric down for a day and take on a new project. I bought some super sturdy constructive paper (in "precious metals" coloring, complete with shimmer finishes and all), parked myself on my bedroom floor, turned on some Pete Yorn, and set my mind free. 

With a stack of paper before me, a pair of scissors accompanied by a bottle of quick-dry glue, I must say, I'm impressed with my outcome. It was so relaxing, creating my own little puzzle. I sat there for a good hour and a half, sipping on sweet tea and listening to Pete Yorn, letting all of my creativity out on these little stripes of paper. 

This little work of art is placed perfect under the drawing my good friend and feature artist of Prim Suspect, Chris Raimo did for me. Looks like I've created a little "art wall" that I need to fill up! Check out the image above, and let me know what you think!

I'm going to continue this little project, and see where it goes. Who knows, maybe I'll open up my own Etsy shop and roll in the dough!

Current Listen: Life On A Chain - Pete Yorn

Wardrobe vs. Weardrobe

I've got a bag of lollipops and I'm goin' to town.

Is it me, or is the English language totally backwards sometimes...

I've heard that English is the hardest language to learn. I can totally see why. We have weird slang and abbreviations like, epic fail, legit, TMI, and whatevs. Not that I don't use American slang on a daily basis in my normal conversation, I'm just saying. But have you ever caught something that just totally doesn't make sense? Like the typical, "why is a driveway used for parking and the parkway is used for driving?".

Today, I caught one of my own American slang mysteries: the word Wardrobe. Say it, out loud. It's pronounced wore-drobe, no? In my opinion, and I think you will agree with me here, it should be called weardrobe. (My automatic spell checker is telling me that "weardrobe" is spelled incorrectly. How annoying.) I mean, doesn't it make more sense that way? You buy, well, some of us collect (guilty!), clothes to wear. Some of it might not be worn yet, hence the "wore" sound in wardrobe. Although not spelled wore, it definitely creates that illusion.

I'm sure I'm putting way too much thought into this. Blame my mother for doing whatever she did while she was pregnant with me. These kinds of things happen to me on a minutely basis. And that is not normal, I'm sure.

Speaking of ....

I heard something totally weird the other day. There was a study (don't ask me who, where or how, this is just what information I was fed via radio.) that came up with the conclusions that the way you slept while in the womb, is how you sleep throughout your life? Hmmm. Let's study this ourselves, with our nonscientist brains.

First off, for me, that's totally right. I sleep in the fetal position, which, I'm pretty sure is how a fetus sleeps, not that I remember or anything. Of course, I'd made a few modern justifications to my sleep position. You know, being that I'm twenty four and all now, and no longer a fetus. I like to call it the "Flamingo Position". It's a "spiced up" version, if you will, of the "fetal position". Stay with me now. I literally sleep like a flamingo, on my left side, with one tucked under, one leg sticking out straight (side note: this leg HAS to be sticking out of the covers, or sleep is just not happening.), and my hands tucked either under my pillow, or between my legs. Flamingo Position. Totally. BUT, when I lay on my right side, it's complete fetal position with arms tucked between my legs. I'm not tooting my horn or anything, but toot toot! I'm a cute sleeper!

This Tuesday and next Friday, I am going into New York to do some things. While I'm there, I'm planning to visit some art galleries. I already know of a few/have gotten some really good recommendations, but if anyone can recommend some that they have personally been to/would like to join me, let me know! It's a date. :)

I hope you all had a fabulous week, and enjoy your lazy weekends.

Toodles!

They Stole My Mole!

They stole my mole. :(

Oh Em Gee. How TERRIFYING!!!!

I went to an innocent dermatologist appointment today, you know, just getting some moles checked out. Bein' healthy. Due to my radical and excessive sun exposure, I figured it would do me good to check out the moles that I've got hangin' around on my shoulders/face. Turns out that the ones on my shoulders are totally ok, which is surprising to me, because I get crazy sun there. Seriously, I can be mistaken for African American if you look at my chest/shoulders only. But I've had this gnarly mole on the right side of my face for a few years, which I call my "mood mole", because it changes color. So, I had my derm take a peak, and she immediately wanted to  take it off. "We need to biopsy this." She said, rather sternly. "Uhh, now?", I asked, blankly, and confused.  And considering I told her that I spend way too much time in the sun and use no more than SPF 8 ..... twice, which she was not bothered with, THIS concerned me. She was all about this mole. So, she stole it. She injected me with a rather large amount of Novocain, and took my hole hostage. 

Not that I want it back or anything, it's just that now I have a large, raw, cut out area of face, which is very swollen around the area, slightly resembling a volcano that just erupted. I've hard many surgeries in my life, three taking place inside of my head, and this made me crazy nervous. I'm pretty sure I needed an injection of Botox to calm the sweating palms I was dealing with. Terrifying, I tell you. Novocain is a crazy drug. It hurts like a heartbreak going IN, but once it's over, its like you're a boy, and you have no feelings. (Sorry, guys.) I was terrified, yet felt nothing. But I was totally aware that my face was being scraped off. If this doesn't sound like a torture scene from a horror movie, then I'm just all around confused. Getting a hole punched through my nose with a foreign object was less nerve-wracking than this! 

So, my mole which I stared at on a daily basis in wonder of what it actually was, is now in a test tube, being shipped off to a far away laboratory. Hopefully, it's just a silly little multicolored mole. Because the only things I like multicolored, are my snow cones. 

Current Listen: Candyland Wedding - Kill Paradise

Toodles!

I'm No White Girl

American Maracas.

Cha Cha Cha!

Hi! I'm tan!

Or maybe African American is a bit more fitting. 

I made a few new friends at my pool, Jen and Chris. Jen is twenty nine, and just as ridiculous as I am. She's Israeli. Chris is thirty, married, and his wife hates me because she is antisocial (literally) and him Jen and I have way too much fun at the pool. No really, she hates me. Chris is Italian.

I tell you their nationalities for good reason, I swear. So, one of Jen and I's favorite topics to talk about for the five hours that we're wasting away in the sun, is tanning. How tan we can get, how to get tanner, and if it's really true that SPF eight doesn't really count, it's just as good as SPF zero. We are officially in the middle of a tan war: who can get the tannest this summer. We volunteered Chris in our little war too, it's just more fun, because he's Italian and has really dark skin. 

Just when I thought Jen, with her dark Isreali skin, was beating me by about 6 shades of bronze, I show up at the pool with a little something called, "EXTREME". Let me tell you, that tanning lotion lives up to it's name. Are you looking at that picture up there? I'm no white girl. Now I actually look like my heritage, half Portuguese. 

Well, kids. I'm officially winning this war. Who would have thought that a little white girl could beat out an Italian and an Israeli? Don't underestimate the power of a bottle of EXTREME and a girl on a mission.

Toodles!

My Big List

Looking at life through a camera lens

gives you a much better view.

I have a fun idea.

One of my biggest joys in life is making lists. True story. So with a lot of (rare) spare time and an active mind, I've decided to make one long list of everything you ever need to know about me. And with so may newbie readers, I would like to formally introduce myself. So, welcome, my Hipster Sister readers. I hope you enjoy learning a thing or two about a girl who just wants to dress up, blog, and listen to some good music. I guarantee you learn a new thing or twenty five about me. Enjoy.

Hi.

- I'm Ali.

- I'm twenty four years young.

- I love making lists.

- I'm a terrible sleeper.

- I'm hyperactive (most of the time).

- I'm Christian and love Jesus with my whole heart. 

- Talking about myself out loud makes me uncomfortable.

- I'm much better at saying what I really need to say in writing, rather than out loud.

- I recently just pierced my nose, something I've wanted to do for a while, but was too chicken. I   woke up one morning and decided that I was finally going to do it. So I did. Just like that.

- I am getting a tattoo in October, a feather on my rib cage. Hopefully I don't get addicted.

- I don't eat red meat, and I only eat chicken/turkey in desperate situations. Like when you're       at someone's house for dinner, and you don't want to offend them because that's what they  

  made. But if you made red meat, I'm peacing out. Sorry.

- I own my own clothing company, called Prim Suspect. We also publish graphic novels and 

  other fun things that I'm not allowed to announce yet.

- I have never finished an entire bottle of water in one sitting. Ever.

- I have an obsession with dogs. Live ones, not like, statue ones or anything.

- My dog Moses is my life.

- One of my hobbies is finding new music/bands.

- I really really love writing. I was always good at it (or so I was told), but never actually  

  developed a true liking for it until recently. Now it's all I do.

- I have a secret place that I go to when I need to get away from it all.

- I'm convinced I will never find the right man, be single forever, and lose my chance at love. It's   ok, I've accepted it.

- I'm lactose intolerant, but eat dairy every single day. I love cheese, especially goat cheese and  

  feta.

- I have a really intense fear of eels. I am convinced I am about to die if I see one, even a picture   of one. 

- I am very much my own individual person. Some people don't understand who that person is,     what she's made of, and what her motives are. And I'm ok with that.

- I love candy.

- I live for fashion. I'd rather buy an amazing piece, than buy food to eat.

- There is nothing better than a day in a vintage shop, finding hidden treasures.

- I am working on moving to Brooklyn. 1. Because I can't imagine myself anywhere else. 2. To   

  base my company out of there. 

- I drink way too much coffee.

- Mary Kate and Ashley Olsen are my heroes. 

- I used to have three horses, and I miss them dearly.

- I wish I knew how to play guitar, so that I can serenade myself.

- I have a new favorite song every day. 

- I love art. All kinds. Especially photography and 3D art.

- I have Celiac disease, which means I can't eat anything with gluten in it. Which is, well,

  everything.

- I'm a terrible cook.

- I eat hummus every single day, on everything.

- I'm a missionary and have so far been to Puerto Rico and El Salvador to serve my Lord.

- I'm a hipster. 

- I have no sense of direction, whatsoever. I even get lost with directions and/or a GPS.

- My ideal date would be talking over coffee, going to an art gallery, then taking a walk and  

  paying extra close attention to the cool things we pass by. In that order.

- I love to sing, but you will never hear me seriously do it in front of you. Maybe at kareoke  

  night?

- A small goal of mine in life is to be looked at as art in motion. 

- I think Tricky (the rapper) is incredibly brilliant. Not to mention, he has the most captivating 

  accent I've ever heard. 

- I've always been told that I have the attitude of a Californian, and the style and drive of a New 

  Yorker. I think that sums me up to a T.

- My favorite song of all time, ever, nothing will ever top it, is Honey And The Moon by Joseph 

  Arthur. Every time I hear it, it blows my mind like it's the first time I've ever heard it.

- Everyone I meet makes up a nickname for me that rhymes with my name. For example, Ali 

  Wally, Ali Cali and Ali Mally.

- I'm careless, but that doesn't mean that I don't care.

- I am incredibly easily distracted.

- I'm very forgetful.

- I want to be the best part of someone's day.

- I think Matt Wertz's song "Extrenal Fix-It Remedies" is so dead on.

- I like when boys bring be flowers.

- I love silly romance.

- I rarely ever watch movies. And I have no idea what you're talking about when you talk about 

  anything movie related. Anything. Even the actors that were in it.

- I can not name the fifty states.

- I literally can not fall asleep with socks on.

- I'm a terrible driver. There. I admit it. 

- I don't eat a lot of food. Sometime I forget to eat at all.

- I don't mind it when people my spell my name wrong.

- I'm American, and I'm not fat.

- Driving makes me really really tired.

- I ask people for their opinions about decisions that I have to make, but I already have my 

  mind made up, but I ask you anyways. And then I choose what I had originally already decided 

  on, and then I'll whine about it.

- I still love making lists. You do realize that's why this is so long, right?

- I don't understand the point of clubs.

- I spend all of my money on being young. And I tend to keep it that way until I feel old.

- I turn black in the summer, but in the winter, I'm so pale, that my entire being glows in the 

  dark. 

- I get very hot and very cold extremely easily. I guess I'm hypersensitive to temperatures.

- I hate the sound of vacuum cleaners. So much so, that I will leave the room/house if I hear 

  one.

Current Listen: "Henrietta" - The Fratellis

Face Adornments

Can you see it? Look reeeeeally closely. I finally pierced my nose! Horrayyyyy!

I love love love it. I really do. My only complaint is that right now, it feels like I have a giant dried up booger in my nose. Sorry. Graphic. 

I woke up this morning and was craving change. I needed a punch of something different, something new, a little bit on spontaneity was on my agenda. Resolution? Nose ring. Why? Because it's the middle of the summer and a tattoo is not a good idea. Really. That's why.

I've wanted a nose ring for a couple of months now. I was too chicken to do it, naturally. But today something was just pushing me to do it. So, I did. And viola! I've already gotten compliments saying that I look like I was born with this thing. 

Next up is my tattoo. Definitely. I've even asked around and scoped out a place to get it done, narrowing it down to a single artist. Who's work, by the way, completely blew my mind. Honestly. She is SO good. She is SO doing my tattoo. My feature artist for my company is actually drawing it up for me. I'm so excited. September/early October tattoo, here I come.

Today, I did THE funniest thing at work. So I have my boss, and then her assistant, Kristen. Kristen was on vacation all week, so I came up with the brilliant idea to play a prank on her. I put my genius little mind to work. It only took me about 10 minutes to come up with it: Crazy glue everything to her desk. Every pen, every post it note, her rolodex ... I even glued the phone to the receiver. I decided that that just wasn't enough fun, so, I unplugged her keyboard and mouse from the computer. She's half computer illiterate, so this will be a fun one. The girl I work with, Victoria, and I never laughed SO hard while we were completing this secret mission. I have never been so excited for Monday morning to roll around. She's going to lose her miiiind! 

I have nothing to do tonight, so there might be a little DBA (double blogging action). So look out for that!

Toodles! <3

More Than Just A Wish List

Loving this.

Have you ever been riding through life, with the breeze in your hair, everything's workin' out as planned, there's no drama in your life, and the drama that does squeeze it's way in, you can oh-so-cool-ly dismiss it with the flick of your wrist. Life's good. Complaint's are as far as the next town over, and you're enjoying every last minute of this wonderful life. 

Next thing you know ... you better put that top up on your convertible, because your cool-as-a-cucumber ride through life is about to get rained on. How do things get so complicated so quickly? Problems are like getting pulled over in the state of New Jersey, you get slapped with one thing, but hold on ... that's not all. Hold on, let me pull out my laundry list ... because you got caught driving with a suspended license (for whatever valid reason that may be), you get arrested, then you get your car impounded, and then you get two, 0r even possibly twelve tickets, wait ... there's more ... drum roll please ... then you get the New Jersey Insurance Surcharge Fee - Paying $100 for each ticket you receive for the next three years. Not to mention, points on your license, on top of going to court/court fees. For all of you non-New Jersey residents, NOW you know why it's so expensive to live here! 

No, this is not my current problem. Actually, this already happened to me, and I'm way over it. That was completely just an analogy. A damn good one, if I may say so myself. I'm just saying, generally speaking. It's always when things are going incredibly, when you're just getting into the groove of all this positive stuff, is when things go all Britney Spears when she shaved her head. What is with that, anyways?

Needless to say, life is still pretty fantastic, for the most part. I'd tell you all about my fantastic findings, but I'm pretty sure that every time I spill the beans to you guys, I completely jinx myself. So, we will patiently wait for the unveiling of good things that have kind of come. Patience children, patience.

I have a small wish list going. I'm sure you want in on it ...

I wish ...

1. that everyday was a Sunday.

2. that we had to work on the weekends, and had the weekdays off.

3. that the shoe always fits, and we never have to actually purchase it, we can just "have it".

4. that nutritional information in foods/beverages didn't count.

5. that everything always smelled good.

6. that puppies never grew up.

7. that the things that are bad for you, are not readily available for you to get your hands on.

8. that I could read minds.

9. that I always had a good joke ready to tell.

10. that I had a middle name.

11. that my best friends were a plastic surgeon, Alexander Wang, and Martha Stewart (assuming she would organize my things and had a gluten free cupcake recipe.)

12. that you could get pulled over and receive awards for doing something good, instead of only getting pulled over and recognized for doing the bad things you get caught doing.

13. that boys could get pregnant too.

I'll Take Eight Hours Of Sleep, Hold The Coffee.

If my life were written as a book, it would look like this.

It is not a "quick read".

I think I have a faulty iPod. Every shuffle is painfully repetitive. I can call it right now ... Red Hot Chili Peppers, Motion City Soundtrack, Hot Hot Heat, Sublime, and Taking Back Sunday. That is all. Sometimes even in that order. At one point, all of those bands were my favorite band at a particular moment. Now, every time I hear a song by one of those bands, I expect one of the other bands on that list to play right after that song is over, even if the song isn't coming from my iPod. 

Do iPod's have the ability to brainwash humans?.....

Aside from my iPod's one track mind, it surprisingly spit out a pretty solid shuffle the other day in the car. You know those songs that you have on your iPod somewhere, but for some reason, they're never under the band's name or the actual title of the song? It's always like, "Track 5" with a blank space underneath where the artist's name should be. I have about a dozen or two of those. I was lucky enough to be able to hear all of the old songs that I used to LOVE, which has officially kicked off the "Rediscovering Old Musical Love - Summer '09". That's right, I'm determined to find and listen to all of the songs I once loved, the ones that I didn't actually love, but enjoy having stuck in my head, and the ones that remind me of things. 

A recent, amazing shuffle list includes .... drum roll please .... 

- Edwin McCain - I'll Be (Obsessed beyond belief with this song. Can I get a man to serenade me, please?)

- The Roots - The Seed

- The Pixies - Where Is My Mind

- Boys Like Girls - Hero Heroine (I am not an avid listener of Boys Like, given that my tool of an ex boyfriend used to play for them. Blah! This band will eternally suck to me for that sole purpose. But, cute song, nonetheless.)

-Jeffrey Gaines - In Your Eyes

- Nick Gilder - Hot Child In The City

- Janes Addiction - Been Caught Stealing

- Blues Traveler - Hook

- Bare Naked Ladies - Pinch Me/One Week

- Ludo - Love Me Dead

Definitely all songs that you never hear anymore, which is always fun. 

I had forgotten that this particular song had existed, until I stumbled up on it's video. At first I couldn't decide whether I was smothered in bitterness, or if I was cool with it. But after watching the video/hearing Patrick Stump's voice belt out the oh-so-classic, but now oh-so-ruined bc of FOB, "Beat It" by MJ, I am dead set on bitter. The video is horrific, and the cover is even worse. Thank God Fall Out Boy didn't get a lot of attention for this one, obviously, for good reason. 

I would post the link of the video for you, but I'm too ashamed to have it lingering on my blog. Ohhh the embarrassment.

Aside from the musical endeavors I have obviously been on, I have been in rare form these last two days. Last night, I got three hours total of sleep. And all day today I was sweating, and then freezing my buns off - goosebumps and cold hands included. I'm not sure what's happening in this little body of mine, but it seems confused. Maybe it's time for another detox? I am not doing the "Lemonade Diet". Barf. I have been living off of Starbucks Double Shot's, which are jet fuel for the human race. Not ok. 

Speaking of, I just counted, and I had six cups of coffee today, three of them being espresso induced. Ouch. Maybe I do need to detox.

Have you ever just clicked on a bunch of icons on your Mac, just to watch them all bounce up and down at different times?

No?

......and that's my cue.

Toodles!

THANK YOU!!!!

I'm so excited, I'm about to BURST!!!

I would like to take this time to give a HUGE Thank You to all of YOU guys. It's because of YOU that my blog has gone global! I've been receiving lots of messages from my readers, telling me how much they look forward to new posts on Hipster Sister. But recently, I've received messages from readers in London and the UK! "You have the most entertaining life." I agree, fans. It even entertains me. I'm happy that my life is your entertainment! You have no idea how much these messages brighten my day! You guys are the best of the best. The cream of the crop. The milk in my fruit loops. The big paws on a puppy. 

So, Thank You, Hipster kids. I love you more than you love this blog. Keep on a-readin'. The best is yet to come. I promise. Really. 

Trading In Fireworks For Sun

Made you smile!

Happy Birthday, America!

In my twenty four years of existence on planet earth/in America, this is the first year ever that I have not seen fireworks. I LOVE fireworks. This is depressing. In fact, I didn't even do anything in the event of the fourth of July, except lay out in the sun for five hours. Which, I really can't complain about, because I got so incredibly tan, that I think I can sacrifice laying out for the rest of the summer. But we all know that would never happen. Speaking of ...

I have officially had the daylights scared out of me, and am calling a dermatologist first thing Monday morning. Within the past few weeks, I've grown not one, but TWO moles, both equally disgusting. Not to mention, I have all sorts of beyond-the-norm skin ... things going on. Like, when I laid out for the first time this summer and got so badly burned, that I never fully got my skin's coloring back in two spots, or the "thing" on the side of my face, which I like to refer to as my "mood mole", because it changes from a combination of blue and red, to purple and pink. That thing scares me, because anyone who has ever had one of those, has had it removed immediately, doctors orders. So, needless to say, I am beyond terrified to go to the dermatologist. I expect to be cursed out, beaten with bamboo, and told that I have five months to live due to the skin cancer creeping around under my skin. I'm so not ready for this dermo beating, but I'm sure I need to hear it. Especially considering I have never owned an SPF over 8 in my life. We'll leave that fun little fact out at the doctors visit.

When times get intensely busy, I turn to music. Sorry, I'll tell you something you don't know. Lately I've been introduced to/finding so many good, solid bands and artists. Thanks to some good friends with an incredible ear for music, and of course, my trusty Pandora. I mean, internet radio on my phone in itself is more than satisfying, but to introduce me to new bands...Oh, Pandora. You just may have replaced my actual real life radio. At first I thought it was only good for sucking up my cell phone battery, turns out it had other plans.

Here's a Must Listen for all of you who are into artists that don't exist to the real world yet: His name is Tim, and his band is called His Name Shall Breathe. The song "Get F*cked" will make you swoon, and then press repeat. Really, this song is incredible. He is so incredibly talented, it's kind of mind blowing. Tim actually used to be in a hardcore band, but he quit and started his own thing. Good move, Tim. We love you now. The only reason I actually know about this guy, is because of my friend Mark, a member of Driver Side Impact, signed to Victory Records. They also rule, you should check them out as well! Mark is from Portland, Oregon, but now lives in New Jersey to be with the rest of the band. Mark introduced me to His Name Shall Breathe. Instant love. I kind of want to give Tim a ukulele and watch him go to town, just because I know he can. 

Today I waited in line for twenty five solid minutes, behind six Japanese women, talking very quickly and erratically about the clothes they were holding. Many of you probably do not know that this is one of my pet peeves. High volume, high speed foreign language talking, especially japanese. Not that I have anything against the Japanese, I just find their language to be the most annoying sounding. No item of clothing is ever worth waiting that long/putting yourself through that kind of misery for. Needless to say, I walked out with three v neck tees, one of which, is my new favorite tee, I can tell already. It's a white v neck with a pocket that has a zipper running up the side of the pocket. So simple. So genius. Ten points for that deisigner!

Speaking of fashion ... it's HERE!!!!! My handmade amazing bib necklace that I ordered online is finally HERE! It's amazing in every single way, even more so than I had imagined it to be. I bought this bib necklace for two reasons: 1. It's always important to have an amazing "go to" piece of jewelry when all else fails. 2. It is THE perfect thing to wear with a low cut top, or even a tank for an instant pop of fancy. I love it I love it I love it. 

I have literally been living off of hummus, raw veggies, fresh diced veggie salsa, and brown rice bread. I put hummus on everything, and it's incredible. Someone please buy me a food processor so I can stop spending $11.92 at Wegmans every week for a medium container of pure hummus goodness. Soooo yummy. Fresh, raw fruits and veggies are all I'm eating all summer. I feel like a kabillion bucks!

I hope you all had a wonderful fourth! I just, sadly, heard fireworks and ran around my neighborhood (literally) to see if I can spot them. Fail. Firework-less. It's all good.

Toodles!

Busy Bee

I'll take it.

I need to stop and take a breather. 

Since 4:00pm (it is now 11:13pm), I have been doing "Prim Suspect things." I swear, if I have to sign my name on one more dotted line, I'm going to voluntarily stab my pen into my left eye. I have been to staples THREE times tonight, I can probably tell you the exact blend of any fabric I touch, and my sewing room looks as if it is being temporarily used as a sweatshop. 

One day, this will all pay off ... not long after all five pages of the Form 1065's are filled out, the frequent visits to www.irs.gov website are visited, and my entire box of envelopes/book is stamps is wiped out, will it ALL be worth it. I'll be happy when I have my first customer .... that actually purchases something. I swear, customer #1 is going to receive a million dollars. 

I'm in the middle of making this dress. And I'll admit, I'm really forcing something out of this one. This poor little maroon double dyed jersey has been worked way too hard. Maybe I'm just so in the groove of doing stuff for the line, that I'm trying to pump out more than I've got in me. I've been working at this dress, which has previously been two different skirts already, for two hours now. Two hours. What a waste. I draped a white satin one shouldered beauty in forty five minutes! I'm ashamed. I'm also out of ideas.

So, who else do I turn to by the two God's of fashion. The two men who never let me down, no matter what season it is: Alexander Wang and Balmain. Jealousy rages inside of me when I look at their collections. How do they do it? Do they each have two brains? Do they have thread going through their veins instead of blood? Did their mothers put Mozart music up to their pregnant bellies, forming genius babies in their wombs? 

Can we just drool for a second over Balmain's incredibly thought up piece? A Michael Jackson, acid wash, denim jacket. Ok. Hold on. That's like, three completely different eras rolled into ne amazing jacket. I hope the price tag reads $1,000,000.00. Because THAT it worth whatever price Balmain asks for it.

Robots Never Sleep!

My new Style Icon of the moment. 

Steam Punk 10 year old rule.

It's late, and I really shouldn't be doing this at this hour ... but ... leave it to me to get an urge to take on one of the most time consuming tasks at the exact moment where I decide I must put this day to rest. 

Robots don't need sleep, right?

I'll try my best and give you the skinny on what's been going on. But you know how I get. I apologize in advance for being repetitive. I just can't seem to remember what I've written in the past few blogs, heck, I can't remember what shoes I wore today.

Well, Prim Suspect has been blowing my mind. Nothing new there. Every single time I sit down and have a meeting with my partner, we have some like, epiphany about an idea that's been floating around, or we just so happen to think of something really cool and get totally amped on it, which leads to other awesome ideas. And then we come up with these really cool design and promo ideas that practically branch our company off in a whole different direction. By the way, if you didn't already know, we are now a clothing & accessory company/graphic novel publisher. See what I mean? We're not human. I swear. We're not. 

I really just need to pull an all nighter and explain every last Prim Suspect detail. You will cry. And by that, I mean you'll be crying for me, because I literally do not sleep anymore, nor do I have the time to eat. In fact, I now have to go buy new bras because I've lost weight. Conveniently, in my boobs. Saggy bras are not in this season. Nor are they remotely attractive.

OH! So this is weird ... A while back, I posted a blog about a paparazzi picture I found on the internet of a girl who looks almost identical to me. Well, people have been coming to me with random pictures from the internet of mini/major celebrities that look like me. It is really starting to freak me out! I mean, should I be flattered because people see these hot babes and automatically associate them with me? Or do I get upset over the fact that I am just completely un-original looking. It's not my fault, genes are genes. Thanks MOM. 

What do you think??

I really think it's the pose that was throwing my friend off. (Hey, it happens.) I kinda see a resemblance here, barely, but I see what he was getting at. This Ali Pinho look-a-like is Lacey Schwimmer, from Dancing With The Stars, I'm told. (I don't watch much television.) For a dancer, you'd think she would get a little more creative with her camera poses, no?

What else has been going on ... Let's see ...

I have built up this obsession with unicorns. 

I absolutely love silly pictures, like this one...

The Bumphead Parrot Fish is still my favorite animal. Looking at a picture of this thing instantly makes my bad day seemingly hilarious. See below why ...

My friends have been bombarding me with new bands that I "have to listen to NOW!!!!". I have demanding friends. At least they have good taste in music. By the way, listen to Phoenix. My new fave. 

Now that I've just lost an hour and a half of potential sleep, I should cut this off now before I start telling you all about my many "Ali Moments" that I've been having lately, due to lack of sleep. Ok ok, here's a quick one. 

(We were making these boards with wording on them that we have to print out on a machine, and then transfer it onto the board. Kristen had printed out the phrase, "5 Years Of Service", with the number 5.)

Kristen: "I lost the 5 I just made. Have you seen it anywhere?"

Me: "What does it look like?"

I'm never ever going to live that one down. That was pretty bad ...

Toodles!