I don't believe in much of anything but one thing I do believe in comes from this book called The Secret. I had my personal beliefs straight and didn't read the book first but basically...
"the tenet of the book is that an individual's focused positive thinking can result in life-changing results such as increased wealth, health, happiness and more"
I got that off Wikipedia. Like I mentioned before, I still think the book, once read in detail beyond the general concept, gets a little loony and cult-ish. Just the general concept is all. It's the placebo effect.
Anyways, the reason I brought this up is because I connected this focused positive thinking usually reserved for myself and relayed it to the person I love the most. (Side note, I do focus positive thoughts to my closest friends and family as well, so don't feel left out or accuse me of being selfish! Also, positive thinking and faith can only go so far. Your actions make it happen). I also compared this to my relationship with my ex-boyfriend.
My relationship dragged with my ex-boyfriend dragged on for a painful year too long. I stopped believing in him. All the dreams and goals he shared with me sounded dumb. I thought everything sounded really stupid and that he was going to make a fool of himself. Maybe I was even correct about him being a fool the entire time (being depressed with no traumatic event as the cause, wanting to be an MTV VJ, hello, no broadcasting experience and a cancelled TRL show, a solo trip to India) but love doesn't work that way. You've got to let your partner know he's being a fool when he needs to be reminded of it the most. He shouldn't be a fool all the time or else you're just a fool for dating a fool or you don't even like him that much in the first place (both, for me).
When you love someone, you believe in them. You believe in their dreams, their goals, their capabilities, their strengths, their wants. However, you're also got to be able to tell them when they're being dumb. And that's exactly how I feel about Killer. I haven't had much opportunity to tell him (if not ever) he was acting dumb because he thinks very thoroughly about everything beforehand. In fact, he usually thinks about my ideas more than I do sometimes, heh. He's worried about his current job application, but I believe in good things for him. Not good luck, but that he is very capable of getting the job just as long as he keeps working hard for what he wants. I'm actually very excited for him but I can't let my my wants and beliefs outdo his own. He has to want it first. He is so smart, so reliable, protective, attentive, strong, noble, passionate, caring, brave, honorable, wise, and full of the other ideal qualities that make an officer.
I hate bringing up my ex-boyfriend because I spent months and months crying over him and he was really dumb and I was even dumber and what I thought was true love that we shared really wasn't. The more I compare between the past and what I have with Killer now, I discover that I really didn't know how to love back then. Every day I'm noticing the ways I've grown to love Killer.
This time, the way I've grown to love Killer is because I'm up at 3:15am to write this long, ridiculous essay that goes off on so many wrong tangents and missing key points just to bring you back to the topic of how damned much I believe in him getting that damned job. Too much. He mentioned before about love; knowing what he wants and working to make it so and keep it that way. At the time, I was stupid and unsure about myself but now I can say that I love him that much, that I want him that much, and that I will continue to work to keep it that way. BUT, if he is able to know and work on loving me so long as he wants, he should be able to get the job he wants. So...basically, I get to believe in him now while he's mostly worried.
I'm really awful and essays but I could crack a really good joke to Killer right now but I cannot divulge our inside information to you outside common-folk. =P
And to remind you of this simple quote I often brushed off from the color guard God...
"Desire overcomes all fear and doubt"
<5.5!
2/1/10
1/31/10
Let Me Drive (last week's adventure)
January 27 - 30
So I had such a fantastical couple of days spent with Killer, so fantastical that I forgot that the weekend just started. I've actually lost all sense of time now that I'm out of school.
I had a really messed up sleeping schedule so on Wednesday I was up and out of bed at 7am and ready to pick up Killer from San Francisco Int'l. His flight was supposed to arrive at 10-something am but was delayed. He finally landed at 12pm and of course he lost his way around the airport. Noob. I was waiting for him on the Arrival level where there is the "Waiting Lobby", "Baggage Claim", and "Parking Garage" but Killer managed to stay on the Departure level where people "Check-In", go through "Security", and head to the "Gates". Anyways, I take the escalator up one floor and find him outside standing just a few feet off of where I was waiting for him except on the lower level, like, directly below him and he's got a bouquet of peonies, my favoritest flower in the world, for me =)
He went through a lot of trouble to get them for me (they're totally NOT in season) and they were like, $12 a flower. As in $12 for each bloom! He's stupid, but I love him. Nothing was Apparently he got a lot of attention from the ladies on his flight from Santa Ana to San Francisco 'bout the flowers. I'm a lucky gal. =P We head home and spend most of the day doing wonderful nothings on the couch before heading out to a weird hot pot dinner with my mom and her friend at some Asian restaurant at Pacific Commons. I kinda introduced Killer to quail eggs, which he ended up liking, so score. =) I find that I generally like the things he's introduced to me (because he's 'right' about everything) and it's a gem when I introduce him to something that he ends up liking.
Thursday, we wake up early and catch the Early Bird screening of Legion (because we're HUGE Chaucer-from-A-Knight's-Tale fans) and luckily we got those $6.25 tickets because the movie was pretty awful. Killer was really ticked off by the way the characters handled their guns, of course. Overall it was just SUPER strange and awful but I really enjoyed Paul Bettany and his fabulous accent. Killer and I also splurged on super nachos and a bucket of soda. We cleared about 3/4ths of the nachos and like, 1/5th of the soda. My hunger clouds my judgment. Too much food. After the movie we hang out at home some more, visit my dentist, then head to City Bistro for dinner and Paddy's so I can catch up on work while Killer worked on his movie review.
Btw, the shopping website decided to keep me (YAY!) and the budget, because it's a start-up, is always fluctuating. My job will be on-call so yet again this leaves me sometimes poor and with room to still find a full-time job. Paired with my pathetic sub-clerk job with the District which, by the way, asked me to work a measly TWO days in APRIL and NOVEMBER, makes me feel like I'm freelancing. And it sucks because I'm not freelancing in an industry where my skills and experiences can get passed by word of mouth. Just two businesses that are keeping me around to work according to their budgets.
Friday, Killer accompanies me to the orthodontist, which was a bitch because the assholes took FOREVER and from that point on, my symptoms of PMS began to boil. One ortho changed my bands and then I waited for 15+ minutes for the head honcho ortho to double-check and clear me. I was pissed. Sometimes the place is quick with their business but mostly not. Once that shit was done Killer and I get gas and a nutritious brunch of hot dogs, bbq sandwiches, and a blue icy before our drive to Roseville for a grand total of $3.82. I was pissy and had to switch out of the driver's seat and he laughed. We got to relax for a couple of hours before dinner at Claim Jumpers with his parents. Then I drove home, and I was pissy again, but I didn't give up my seat because I feel awful every time Killer drives to and from Irvine.
Saturday...I think we just woke up late and had a light lunch with my family in the backyard. I remember that the weather and the sunlight was pretty glorious and my family, included Killer donned sunglasses instead of opening the damn umbrella. And INCONVENIENTLY (for me), my dad had to leave for work around the same time Killer needed to head to the airport for his flight so our goodbyes happened at my front door and not at the terminal like I had hoped. Killer snuck me $20 in my jean's pocket the day before since I payed for his $17 birth certificate in downtown Sacramento since both our debit cards didn't work (I think I already misplaced the cash) but I intended to spend that $20 to pay for parking so I could hang out with him at the airport.
Aaaand, that's that. I think to any other reader this sounds like a bunch of bull but I don't get to see my person often. So shut up.
So I had such a fantastical couple of days spent with Killer, so fantastical that I forgot that the weekend just started. I've actually lost all sense of time now that I'm out of school.
I had a really messed up sleeping schedule so on Wednesday I was up and out of bed at 7am and ready to pick up Killer from San Francisco Int'l. His flight was supposed to arrive at 10-something am but was delayed. He finally landed at 12pm and of course he lost his way around the airport. Noob. I was waiting for him on the Arrival level where there is the "Waiting Lobby", "Baggage Claim", and "Parking Garage" but Killer managed to stay on the Departure level where people "Check-In", go through "Security", and head to the "Gates". Anyways, I take the escalator up one floor and find him outside standing just a few feet off of where I was waiting for him except on the lower level, like, directly below him and he's got a bouquet of peonies, my favoritest flower in the world, for me =)
He went through a lot of trouble to get them for me (they're totally NOT in season) and they were like, $12 a flower. As in $12 for each bloom! He's stupid, but I love him. Nothing was Apparently he got a lot of attention from the ladies on his flight from Santa Ana to San Francisco 'bout the flowers. I'm a lucky gal. =P We head home and spend most of the day doing wonderful nothings on the couch before heading out to a weird hot pot dinner with my mom and her friend at some Asian restaurant at Pacific Commons. I kinda introduced Killer to quail eggs, which he ended up liking, so score. =) I find that I generally like the things he's introduced to me (because he's 'right' about everything) and it's a gem when I introduce him to something that he ends up liking.
Thursday, we wake up early and catch the Early Bird screening of Legion (because we're HUGE Chaucer-from-A-Knight's-Tale fans) and luckily we got those $6.25 tickets because the movie was pretty awful. Killer was really ticked off by the way the characters handled their guns, of course. Overall it was just SUPER strange and awful but I really enjoyed Paul Bettany and his fabulous accent. Killer and I also splurged on super nachos and a bucket of soda. We cleared about 3/4ths of the nachos and like, 1/5th of the soda. My hunger clouds my judgment. Too much food. After the movie we hang out at home some more, visit my dentist, then head to City Bistro for dinner and Paddy's so I can catch up on work while Killer worked on his movie review.
Btw, the shopping website decided to keep me (YAY!) and the budget, because it's a start-up, is always fluctuating. My job will be on-call so yet again this leaves me sometimes poor and with room to still find a full-time job. Paired with my pathetic sub-clerk job with the District which, by the way, asked me to work a measly TWO days in APRIL and NOVEMBER, makes me feel like I'm freelancing. And it sucks because I'm not freelancing in an industry where my skills and experiences can get passed by word of mouth. Just two businesses that are keeping me around to work according to their budgets.
Friday, Killer accompanies me to the orthodontist, which was a bitch because the assholes took FOREVER and from that point on, my symptoms of PMS began to boil. One ortho changed my bands and then I waited for 15+ minutes for the head honcho ortho to double-check and clear me. I was pissed. Sometimes the place is quick with their business but mostly not. Once that shit was done Killer and I get gas and a nutritious brunch of hot dogs, bbq sandwiches, and a blue icy before our drive to Roseville for a grand total of $3.82. I was pissy and had to switch out of the driver's seat and he laughed. We got to relax for a couple of hours before dinner at Claim Jumpers with his parents. Then I drove home, and I was pissy again, but I didn't give up my seat because I feel awful every time Killer drives to and from Irvine.
Saturday...I think we just woke up late and had a light lunch with my family in the backyard. I remember that the weather and the sunlight was pretty glorious and my family, included Killer donned sunglasses instead of opening the damn umbrella. And INCONVENIENTLY (for me), my dad had to leave for work around the same time Killer needed to head to the airport for his flight so our goodbyes happened at my front door and not at the terminal like I had hoped. Killer snuck me $20 in my jean's pocket the day before since I payed for his $17 birth certificate in downtown Sacramento since both our debit cards didn't work (I think I already misplaced the cash) but I intended to spend that $20 to pay for parking so I could hang out with him at the airport.
Aaaand, that's that. I think to any other reader this sounds like a bunch of bull but I don't get to see my person often. So shut up.
1/30/10
She Keeps Her Pot With Her Tampons?!
I'm bored and I really miss Killer and I'm bored of my online work so here are a couple random thoughts and complaints of today before I do a post of my epic Wednesday through Today.
1.) I HATE Walmart. I hate how it's as busy as zoo, their generic, mass produced products of super low quality, the fat, ugly, poorly dressed people that shop there, the people that drive like assholes in the parking lot.
2.) Indians are awful drivers. Yes, you can group all the Asians together and call them all bad drivers but I can single out Indians as the worst. I swear they hook each other up at DMV because somehow at every DMV all the people working the counters are Indian.
3.) My sister thinks she's a giant or something large and not capable of being able to sit in the backseat of the Civic. You're fucking 5'4''. Get over yourself.
4.) I eat strange food. I hate bacon and pork in general but one thing I really like is pâté. It's about as strange and ugly and mysterious as the ingredients of Spam or Vienna Sausage and I just really think it tastes good. Strangely enough, pâté fits under the description of "fine European cuisine".
5.) I didn't know about the side, overlap flap thingy in mens underwear. Throughout my 2 years at fashion school I always thought that it was just an asymmetrical design. Nope, it's obviously for their peepee's, but still, pajama pants have mock fly fronts.
6.) I'm a loser. I'm broke and my boyfriend left for Irvine and I'm not drinking until I turn 21. I don't care to waste my precious gas to hang out with people I don't care too much about and hanging out with the people here usually involves drinking.
1.) I HATE Walmart. I hate how it's as busy as zoo, their generic, mass produced products of super low quality, the fat, ugly, poorly dressed people that shop there, the people that drive like assholes in the parking lot.
2.) Indians are awful drivers. Yes, you can group all the Asians together and call them all bad drivers but I can single out Indians as the worst. I swear they hook each other up at DMV because somehow at every DMV all the people working the counters are Indian.
3.) My sister thinks she's a giant or something large and not capable of being able to sit in the backseat of the Civic. You're fucking 5'4''. Get over yourself.
4.) I eat strange food. I hate bacon and pork in general but one thing I really like is pâté. It's about as strange and ugly and mysterious as the ingredients of Spam or Vienna Sausage and I just really think it tastes good. Strangely enough, pâté fits under the description of "fine European cuisine".
5.) I didn't know about the side, overlap flap thingy in mens underwear. Throughout my 2 years at fashion school I always thought that it was just an asymmetrical design. Nope, it's obviously for their peepee's, but still, pajama pants have mock fly fronts.
6.) I'm a loser. I'm broke and my boyfriend left for Irvine and I'm not drinking until I turn 21. I don't care to waste my precious gas to hang out with people I don't care too much about and hanging out with the people here usually involves drinking.
1/26/10
because she was hungry
The past couple of days have been really lame, yet wonderful!, as I've lounged around the house doing "nothing" while the rain and other wintry allergens get tossed and tumbled by the howling wind. Yes, howling.
"Nothing" means looking for work, not adding to my movie collection (because everything I want to watch MUST be done with Killer. Not out of obligation but pure want), staying up late, waking up later, a little drawing, no sewing...basically every characteristic of a lazy and unemployed person.
My sorta job through the '.com' website, the shopping referral start-up, hired me then a few days later announced that because of budget cuts they had to cut 7 out of 10 "Fashion Researchers". Initially what I thought was a chill, relaxed, outgoing office coulda been (most likely) just the thin outer layer of a badly organized and frantic...start-up. The work was really boring and long and required about 2% of brain usage. The lady that hired me was supposed to email or give me a call to see if the company would keep me (doubt it, seeing as I vacationed in Hawaii the weekend I was hired and hardly did any work) but she hasn't contacted me yet. Our paychecks are handled like invoices which means filling in your own hours and billing the company for your work so I wonder if, due to their unorganized CFO, I'll even be receiving one. I'm really interested in waiting to see if I could for once be right about something, in this case their relaxed/unorganized facade, and whether or not I'll actually get my paycheck at the end of the month I'll give the lady a call and talk to her about a more fashion related job.
Finding work here is hard. It's hard finding things I qualify for without giving up my dignity for a retail job LOL. But it's true. It's not fair for anyone to just be part of the working machine (because nowadays that's our only mean of income) if we want to do something that gives us meaning.
I feel this way about Killer. I know he feels pressured by me (weird) to do something impressive but it's because I put him on a pedestal. He's a MARINE. Marines have gone to boot camp; they come out completely changed. They are strong, intelligent, reliable, they are completely aware of their surroundings, they're not dumbos only capable of shooting bullets and it pains me that the only part-time job opportunity Killer can find (apart from his current application process for the LAPD, which I'm sure he'll ROCK) is sometimes the same as a high school kid. Killer deserves so much more. I don't like how society treats the men and women in our armed forces. They get treated as if shooting a bullet at a target and doing 20 pull-ups is all they're capable of doing and that it's mindless, mechanical work. It's so much more than that, it's about being tactical, consistent, mindful, honorable, very, very honorable, reliable...especially for Marines, cuz they're the bestest :P.
In my own field I deserve more but there's just nothing out there right now. And of course, both Killer and I are very capable but not on paper. I NEED something creative. It's sorta impossible to find a fashion job in SF so I've also been looking for clerical. I read about how women and now the bread-makers for the family as opposed to the husbands and although I've been seeing loads of job opportunities on Craigslist, I can understand that nobody wants to apply for a job they over-qualify for. Most men still hold the small number of higher positions like CPO, CFO, CEO and make more money than women so when they get laid off its hard to find another job of the same qualification level. However, from what I've seen and experienced at the school district, the department heads (mostly men) keep their jobs while the secretaries and office techs (aaall women, like me) have been hit the hardest. In my department, two of us were cut which left my coworker to support SIX department heads as opposed to two or three. Where do all the jobs go?!?!
Apart from sitting at home and wondering where my job went, I've been dreaming about all the things I want to do. It gives me a goal to work for. Moving to LA, finally getting a design-related job, moving in with Killer, going on vacations...I've also been looking at wedding stuff because I'm GOING to be planning Killer's cousin's wedding. Killer says I most likely won't but I say I mostly likely AM. I've been looking at venues and color palettes, DIY details and other budget-friendly ideas. His cousin and fiance are both about to start grad school so once I present my budget-friendly-but-not-tacky-also-non-Asian and DIY ideas the wedding should be mine :) I also found some venues that I'd like for my own future wedding that are unique and cheap so whatever venue I'm not set on having for myself I'll pass down the info to Killer's cousin. Killer said I'd give away all my good ideas which is so not true. I'd give his cousin something wonderful and unique and work with the couple to present them something that represents their relationship without sacrificing me and Killer's secret schemes. Muahahahaha. :P
Killer said about our wedding not happening 'til waaaay later "which makes us crazy, not stupid". We've got so many great and unconventional ideas paired with the beautiful ones and loads of other details already planned that I know in the future we're going to have to make some sacrifices in the future so our wedding doesn't look like a rainbow vomited on our celebration. I'm excited. Very excited because every detail is going to be something WE shared an idea about. Nothing half-assed, nothing generic. It's all "us". We're not having one of those weddings where the cake and table decorations are pink because it was what the bride wanted. I'm kinda scared to share anything now because we have such GREAT ideas. Maybe in a couple of years when we actually start planning the thing I'll document and share it all with those who are interested. So for now...top secret!
Another part of my whole unemployment thing is me having an awful sleep schedule. Regretfully, I dragged Killer into it "Pleeease! Play with me!" (Sorry). I spend aaaaall day doing a mix of boring nothings and things I enjoy from home (no $ to spend outside!) That I just let it drag on and on into the early hours.
Today I've got a meeting with two of my mom's friends to help with the design of their crêperie which will be remodeled into a Thai/French fusion restaurant. Both ladies had a general concept of what they wanted. As in very general. As in they had no concept or idea. As in "Modern", "No red or blue", "Lots of gold", "Something you've never seen in a restaurant before" and "Vintage" so I'm going to really rock this. I'm going to "tell them what they want" (hehe, Killer). I'm going to have trouble doing the modern thing because I love vintage and its history so I want to pitch two ideas:
*I'm very set on purple. They want classy. Classy is red. Or black. Lady #2 is superstitious so neither. It's purple. Purple is regal. Purple is the greatest.
**The ladies are getting a brick wallpaper? Or something? I couldn't grasp the concept and they couldn't explain it.
1.) Vintage with strange quirks
2.) Vintage and charming
Vintage with strange quirks: For this theme we have modern furniture. Walls are either brick or purple. I envisioned a wall with a scattered arrangment of gold rococo picture frames but the pictures inside are all black and white cameo silhouettes or anything for people to mooses(?), Sherlock Holmes, babies, usual customers, whatever. The lighting will be all modern/Ikea spot lighting. I was edging towards an industrial look but it kept pulling me back to Steampunk, which for its time was all about modern mechaniques (that word is underlined in red but it's prettier that way) but overall looks vintage. I've got to work on this. I don't really know how to do modern. I just want red and black so bad. So. Bad.
Vintage and charming: Majority of the cafe's customers are old white people. It's Fremont. And now, EVERYTHING I described to my mom...she agreed with! She even had ideas that I agreed with! The cafe's rival crêperie has an aaall-modern look. So why don't we go with vintage charm for our place? Antique birdcages from the ceilings, moose antlers painted in black lacquer or gold. Same with the rococo picture frames with an assortments of clocks and mirrors on the wall. a mix brass candlestick holders on the tables to golden lotus candle holders, a chiffon curtain draped from the ceiling (will have to check with fire marshall because it'd be cool to have it around the whole restaurant, for now it'll separate the couch area), mismatched chairs, Asian paper lanterns, trinkets and odds and ends everywhere. The idea here is to create a world that looks like the home of a traveler. It is old, it is lived-in. Everything is collected, everything comes from somewhere. Nothing is purchased from a mass production manufacturer. In this case, the traveler has been from Thailand to France.
SEE! I'm so torn! Because I can go on and on about option 2 but I know option 1 is what the ladies want! And my design philosophy is to enhance what you already have, not to completely change what is given. I dunno. But now it's 9:57 am and I was supposed to be there at 10am. Let's rock.
<5!
"Nothing" means looking for work, not adding to my movie collection (because everything I want to watch MUST be done with Killer. Not out of obligation but pure want), staying up late, waking up later, a little drawing, no sewing...basically every characteristic of a lazy and unemployed person.
My sorta job through the '.com' website, the shopping referral start-up, hired me then a few days later announced that because of budget cuts they had to cut 7 out of 10 "Fashion Researchers". Initially what I thought was a chill, relaxed, outgoing office coulda been (most likely) just the thin outer layer of a badly organized and frantic...start-up. The work was really boring and long and required about 2% of brain usage. The lady that hired me was supposed to email or give me a call to see if the company would keep me (doubt it, seeing as I vacationed in Hawaii the weekend I was hired and hardly did any work) but she hasn't contacted me yet. Our paychecks are handled like invoices which means filling in your own hours and billing the company for your work so I wonder if, due to their unorganized CFO, I'll even be receiving one. I'm really interested in waiting to see if I could for once be right about something, in this case their relaxed/unorganized facade, and whether or not I'll actually get my paycheck at the end of the month I'll give the lady a call and talk to her about a more fashion related job.
Finding work here is hard. It's hard finding things I qualify for without giving up my dignity for a retail job LOL. But it's true. It's not fair for anyone to just be part of the working machine (because nowadays that's our only mean of income) if we want to do something that gives us meaning.
I feel this way about Killer. I know he feels pressured by me (weird) to do something impressive but it's because I put him on a pedestal. He's a MARINE. Marines have gone to boot camp; they come out completely changed. They are strong, intelligent, reliable, they are completely aware of their surroundings, they're not dumbos only capable of shooting bullets and it pains me that the only part-time job opportunity Killer can find (apart from his current application process for the LAPD, which I'm sure he'll ROCK) is sometimes the same as a high school kid. Killer deserves so much more. I don't like how society treats the men and women in our armed forces. They get treated as if shooting a bullet at a target and doing 20 pull-ups is all they're capable of doing and that it's mindless, mechanical work. It's so much more than that, it's about being tactical, consistent, mindful, honorable, very, very honorable, reliable...especially for Marines, cuz they're the bestest :P.
In my own field I deserve more but there's just nothing out there right now. And of course, both Killer and I are very capable but not on paper. I NEED something creative. It's sorta impossible to find a fashion job in SF so I've also been looking for clerical. I read about how women and now the bread-makers for the family as opposed to the husbands and although I've been seeing loads of job opportunities on Craigslist, I can understand that nobody wants to apply for a job they over-qualify for. Most men still hold the small number of higher positions like CPO, CFO, CEO and make more money than women so when they get laid off its hard to find another job of the same qualification level. However, from what I've seen and experienced at the school district, the department heads (mostly men) keep their jobs while the secretaries and office techs (aaall women, like me) have been hit the hardest. In my department, two of us were cut which left my coworker to support SIX department heads as opposed to two or three. Where do all the jobs go?!?!
Apart from sitting at home and wondering where my job went, I've been dreaming about all the things I want to do. It gives me a goal to work for. Moving to LA, finally getting a design-related job, moving in with Killer, going on vacations...I've also been looking at wedding stuff because I'm GOING to be planning Killer's cousin's wedding. Killer says I most likely won't but I say I mostly likely AM. I've been looking at venues and color palettes, DIY details and other budget-friendly ideas. His cousin and fiance are both about to start grad school so once I present my budget-friendly-but-not-tacky-also-non-Asian and DIY ideas the wedding should be mine :) I also found some venues that I'd like for my own future wedding that are unique and cheap so whatever venue I'm not set on having for myself I'll pass down the info to Killer's cousin. Killer said I'd give away all my good ideas which is so not true. I'd give his cousin something wonderful and unique and work with the couple to present them something that represents their relationship without sacrificing me and Killer's secret schemes. Muahahahaha. :P
Killer said about our wedding not happening 'til waaaay later "which makes us crazy, not stupid". We've got so many great and unconventional ideas paired with the beautiful ones and loads of other details already planned that I know in the future we're going to have to make some sacrifices in the future so our wedding doesn't look like a rainbow vomited on our celebration. I'm excited. Very excited because every detail is going to be something WE shared an idea about. Nothing half-assed, nothing generic. It's all "us". We're not having one of those weddings where the cake and table decorations are pink because it was what the bride wanted. I'm kinda scared to share anything now because we have such GREAT ideas. Maybe in a couple of years when we actually start planning the thing I'll document and share it all with those who are interested. So for now...top secret!
Another part of my whole unemployment thing is me having an awful sleep schedule. Regretfully, I dragged Killer into it "Pleeease! Play with me!" (Sorry). I spend aaaaall day doing a mix of boring nothings and things I enjoy from home (no $ to spend outside!) That I just let it drag on and on into the early hours.
Today I've got a meeting with two of my mom's friends to help with the design of their crêperie which will be remodeled into a Thai/French fusion restaurant. Both ladies had a general concept of what they wanted. As in very general. As in they had no concept or idea. As in "Modern", "No red or blue", "Lots of gold", "Something you've never seen in a restaurant before" and "Vintage" so I'm going to really rock this. I'm going to "tell them what they want" (hehe, Killer). I'm going to have trouble doing the modern thing because I love vintage and its history so I want to pitch two ideas:
*I'm very set on purple. They want classy. Classy is red. Or black. Lady #2 is superstitious so neither. It's purple. Purple is regal. Purple is the greatest.
**The ladies are getting a brick wallpaper? Or something? I couldn't grasp the concept and they couldn't explain it.
1.) Vintage with strange quirks
2.) Vintage and charming
Vintage with strange quirks: For this theme we have modern furniture. Walls are either brick or purple. I envisioned a wall with a scattered arrangment of gold rococo picture frames but the pictures inside are all black and white cameo silhouettes or anything for people to mooses(?), Sherlock Holmes, babies, usual customers, whatever. The lighting will be all modern/Ikea spot lighting. I was edging towards an industrial look but it kept pulling me back to Steampunk, which for its time was all about modern mechaniques (that word is underlined in red but it's prettier that way) but overall looks vintage. I've got to work on this. I don't really know how to do modern. I just want red and black so bad. So. Bad.
Vintage and charming: Majority of the cafe's customers are old white people. It's Fremont. And now, EVERYTHING I described to my mom...she agreed with! She even had ideas that I agreed with! The cafe's rival crêperie has an aaall-modern look. So why don't we go with vintage charm for our place? Antique birdcages from the ceilings, moose antlers painted in black lacquer or gold. Same with the rococo picture frames with an assortments of clocks and mirrors on the wall. a mix brass candlestick holders on the tables to golden lotus candle holders, a chiffon curtain draped from the ceiling (will have to check with fire marshall because it'd be cool to have it around the whole restaurant, for now it'll separate the couch area), mismatched chairs, Asian paper lanterns, trinkets and odds and ends everywhere. The idea here is to create a world that looks like the home of a traveler. It is old, it is lived-in. Everything is collected, everything comes from somewhere. Nothing is purchased from a mass production manufacturer. In this case, the traveler has been from Thailand to France.
SEE! I'm so torn! Because I can go on and on about option 2 but I know option 1 is what the ladies want! And my design philosophy is to enhance what you already have, not to completely change what is given. I dunno. But now it's 9:57 am and I was supposed to be there at 10am. Let's rock.
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