Let's! And then let's go beat some elves.

Let's rejoice in awkward phrasing...and participate in it.

The local NGO is hosting a concert. Wednesday when I was in "various harmony" buying my eggs, the English speaking worker wanted help translating a phrase that would be used for a banner that expressed the goal of the concert.

"Let's keep disabled people smiling" seemed less forceful than "Make disabled people smile!"

I couldn't really think of anything better and still make it to the earthy crusty store for some dark wheat bread for tomorrow's sandwich.

Thursday, after work, I went to the Otakanomori mall to buy new towels for Dean Mommy's arrival this week, new liquid liner, and neutral colored pants for work. I ended up getting creme-colored denim from Zara. I no longer trust any clothing sizes. Either I gained weight or the Zara size elves are smoking crack.  I'm enjoying my silly hip-huggers and am a little worried how much the stretch is going to relax, but am a little surprised by the fact I had to go up to US size 10 to find a pair that fit.

Size 10 is a perfectly respectable size and all, but at 20 pounds heavier I was only an 8 and have been between 6-4 for a few years.... depending on Size-Elf crack intake (size 4 being the result of vanity-sizing crack-binges).

This isn't a call to tell me I'm not fat. I know I'm healthy and a very good size for my build. It's a reminder that sizes that do not represent actual physical measurement are totally fucked up. It is impossible to guess what "size" will fit any woman without a bunch of perplexing try-ons.

I'm very, very, very, very glad I am a size that is carried in Japan branches of international chains (Gap, MNG Jocomola, Zara, Armani Express) because I would hate to be buying any non-dance clothing item mail-order/on-line.

After all of that, I went home and hemmed the pants a good 4 1/2 inches. I can't remember the last pair of pants/jeans that I didn't have to hem. Obviously, no one is making an effort to keep the Size Elves smiling, they turn to the pipe for love.

Let's! And then let's go beat some elves.

Let's rejoice in awkward phrasing...and participate in it.

The local NGO is hosting a concert. Wednesday when I was in "various harmony" buying my eggs, the English speaking worker wanted help translating a phrase that would be used for a banner that expressed the goal of the concert.

"Let's keep disabled people smiling" seemed less forceful than "Make disabled people smile!"

I couldn't really think of anything better and still make it to the earthy crusty store for some dark wheat bread for tomorrow's sandwich.

Thursday, after work, I went to the Otakanomori mall to buy new towels for Dean Mommy's arrival this week, new liquid liner, and neutral colored pants for work. I ended up getting creme-colored denim from Zara. I no longer trust any clothing sizes. Either I gained weight or the Zara size elves are smoking crack.  I'm enjoying my silly hip-huggers and am a little worried how much the stretch is going to relax, but am a little surprised by the fact I had to go up to US size 10 to find a pair that fit.

Size 10 is a perfectly respectable size and all, but at 20 pounds heavier I was only an 8 and have been between 6-4 for a few years.... depending on Size-Elf crack intake (size 4 being the result of vanity-sizing crack-binges).

This isn't a call to tell me I'm not fat. I know I'm healthy and a very good size for my build. It's a reminder that sizes that do not represent actual physical measurement are totally fucked up. It is impossible to guess what "size" will fit any woman without a bunch of perplexing try-ons.

I'm very, very, very, very glad I am a size that is carried in Japan branches of international chains (Gap, MNG Jocomola, Zara, Armani Express) because I would hate to be buying any non-dance clothing item mail-order/on-line.

After all of that, I went home and hemmed the pants a good 4 1/2 inches. I can't remember the last pair of pants/jeans that I didn't have to hem. Obviously, no one is making an effort to keep the Size Elves smiling, they turn to the pipe for love.

Gonna be in faaashion show!

.The Dean will be here from Thursday evening to Thursday afternoon. We're coming up on a 3 day weekend, so I'll be taking off Friday and extending it to 4 days. Friday we sleep in and rest up and overcome jet-lag/burnout. We'll go to Anatolia together in the evening. Mika will be there to keep Dean Mommy company while I am in my changing...hutch. This will be the first time the Dean will see me live, aside from the Baxter Photo experience.

Saturday we head to Nikko and stay there overnight and see sights.

Sunday, back home.

Day trip somewhere on Monday...then I am back to work. The Dean will do day things and we'll meet up for food.

On Thursday things get a little insane. The Dean and I will bring luggage to work with me. She'll come with me to my teaching school in the morning...then we hop a train and I try to get her to the 1:10 bus to the airport...

I'm going to be a bad daughter and not go with her because...I'm expected in Omotesando around 5ish...maybe in full make-up.

Joe and Anaan and I seem to be hired for a fashion show event needing dancers and models. It's supposed to be high-end jewelry in Omotesando. Farasha texted me and called me last night, while I was still high on cleaning fluids, to see if I could swing it. It's good money, but mostly I am in it for the surreality of it. I did think to ask, ya know, what style dancer I was supposed to be and Farasha informed me that it was Harissa (the group) that got hired and they needed me to be, ya know, tribal. Joe and Anaan are in my size range...and they have a few of Henna's items for keeping...and I made sections of what they wear so It's not out of my style...fashion wise.

www.harissatribal.com

"You know I don't know shit about DOING Tribal...right?"

And Farasha assured me that she knew, but that she doubted there would be any real tribal involved...and that I knew their style well enough...and that we could rehearse, and please,please,please...better me than some stranger the agency hires!

Really, I do know. Better me than some crazy circus girl who thinks the American government gives out free breast jobs and implants tracking devices in the altered breasts. I've been there, done THAT gig. I accept gigs knowing...it can never be stranger than TBS Japan.

I said yes, figured out bus schedules, and made Farasha happy. I'll have to work in a rehearsal while the Dean is here, but that should be no problem...although she might want to come along. I talked to Joe and Monday we will have a crash course in Tribal moves and signals for me. Joe sounds tickled pink over the idea of making me all Tribal. They want me to start crossing over more...

So, Thursday night I model/dance/something.

Friday is Anatolia.

Saturday is Legend.

Sunday I rest...or do Zumba if all is well with my limbs.

I wonder if I need to assemble a hair garden for the show.

Gonna be in faaashion show!

.The Dean will be here from Thursday evening to Thursday afternoon. We're coming up on a 3 day weekend, so I'll be taking off Friday and extending it to 4 days. Friday we sleep in and rest up and overcome jet-lag/burnout. We'll go to Anatolia together in the evening. Mika will be there to keep Dean Mommy company while I am in my changing...hutch. This will be the first time the Dean will see me live, aside from the Baxter Photo experience.

Saturday we head to Nikko and stay there overnight and see sights.

Sunday, back home.

Day trip somewhere on Monday...then I am back to work. The Dean will do day things and we'll meet up for food.

On Thursday things get a little insane. The Dean and I will bring luggage to work with me. She'll come with me to my teaching school in the morning...then we hop a train and I try to get her to the 1:10 bus to the airport...

I'm going to be a bad daughter and not go with her because...I'm expected in Omotesando around 5ish...maybe in full make-up.

Joe and Anaan and I seem to be hired for a fashion show event needing dancers and models. It's supposed to be high-end jewelry in Omotesando. Farasha texted me and called me last night, while I was still high on cleaning fluids, to see if I could swing it. It's good money, but mostly I am in it for the surreality of it. I did think to ask, ya know, what style dancer I was supposed to be and Farasha informed me that it was Harissa (the group) that got hired and they needed me to be, ya know, tribal. Joe and Anaan are in my size range...and they have a few of Henna's items for keeping...and I made sections of what they wear so It's not out of my style...fashion wise.

www.harissatribal.com

"You know I don't know shit about DOING Tribal...right?"

And Farasha assured me that she knew, but that she doubted there would be any real tribal involved...and that I knew their style well enough...and that we could rehearse, and please,please,please...better me than some stranger the agency hires!

Really, I do know. Better me than some crazy circus girl who thinks the American government gives out free breast jobs and implants tracking devices in the altered breasts. I've been there, done THAT gig. I accept gigs knowing...it can never be stranger than TBS Japan.

I said yes, figured out bus schedules, and made Farasha happy. I'll have to work in a rehearsal while the Dean is here, but that should be no problem...although she might want to come along. I talked to Joe and Monday we will have a crash course in Tribal moves and signals for me. Joe sounds tickled pink over the idea of making me all Tribal. They want me to start crossing over more...

So, Thursday night I model/dance/something.

Friday is Anatolia.

Saturday is Legend.

Sunday I rest...or do Zumba if all is well with my limbs.

I wonder if I need to assemble a hair garden for the show.

Shells and coins for the booty

Shells and coins for the booty