Making-Up
I don’t have a lot of old photos of myself, but I do have a good deal of old makeup. Maybe you’ve heard before that I’m a makeup hoarder. In the sense that I hold […]
Author: Krista
No Rhyme or Reason 10/13
For reasons I can’t pinpoint, not really sentimental attachment, I keep a handful of 1940s-60s vintage dresses and skirt suits in the back of my closet even though I haven’t worn that type of clothing […]
Uptown/Downtown
While I’m just marginally more motivated than a few weeks ago when it was A/C weather (I had my first Thanksgiving thought this morning. Seriously. That thought was that I’ll cook a turkey this year […]
One Year Later
Today is my one year co-op anniversary. I want to get all choked up and reflective over the rapid passing of time, but it kind of does feel like it’s been a year. The gung-ho-ness […]
All Choked Up: UnREAL
I have nothing in particular to say about this vomit scene from UnREAL that I forgot I captured until finding it in a folder titled “vomit” that I created on this newish laptop and forgot about (there […]
End of Summer Addendum
My alarm never went off this morning even though I swear I set it for 8:30am like I always do. At least I didn’t sleep through it. I should’ve known something was wrong because I […]
End of Summer Summary
It’s probably because I’m coming up on my one-year mark in this apartment (and, jesus, the final three months of the year) but I’ve been thinking about loose ends that need to be tied up […]
Sunken
I’ve become a little crazy and obsessive and distracted recently, but I can’t talk about that here. Despite my virtual hand-wringing, aging is great in many ways. One way in which it is not great, […]
Kitchen Confidential #7
This is not the range I was envisioning for my future apartment this time last year, but it’s new, it’s mine, it works. Also a tortured metaphor for 2015. #goodenoughfornow #queens4lyfe A photo posted by […]
The Middle Ages: 30 & 44
Sarah Silverman’s character wants a baby on Masters of Sex. Betty, her girlfriend, counters: “No one’s going to hand over a baby to couple of middle-aged dykes.” Oddly, this scene (plus, just living life the […]