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In Abby-sentia

It’s been ages since I last posted. (Long enough for WordPress to change their interface!) I’ve been mostly busy working with my hands, as opposed to my mind, and in a sort of creative overdrive: hats and tiaras and waxwork to become jewelry, eventually. I’ve been on a few dates, which I’m hoping to blog about as well as other reasons I’ve been distracted and…deterred.  (Not the least of which was three seasons of Downton Abbey, which I devoured.)

February is consistently a difficult month for me. Whether single or coupled, Valentine’s Day is an irritant — or more accurately, its aftermath. Picking up half-off heart candies and gobbling them down by the bag full probably doesn’t help matters. But this is the time when winter seems to draaaaaag on and we hit the “burnal equinox,” or mid-point in the year between burns. I find myself yearning for more open space, warmer weather, a change of scenery in general. Though this year I have been so engrossed with projects that it isn’t as intense as it usually is.

Fortunately February is over and March is the beginning of the end of winter. There are fun parties and colorful holidays right around the corner and I’ve been marshaling my ensembles. I’ve also been despairing my overstuffed closets; it really is time for some serious purging. I admire those people who own, like, one pair of pants. How do they do it? Shopping has always been a sport, of sorts, in my family so spending money on things I don’t need is in my blood. Sometimes I wish there were a cure…

This damn millinery class is threatening to bankrupt me! I’ve spent more on supplies than the class itself cost, which was a lot! Mind you, I’m enjoying it, but, whoa, this is not a cheap hobby! Hopefully someone will buy one or two of my chapeaux and assist with the subsidizing.

Anyway, I was feeling guilty about being absent so here I am, still crafting away. I promise to post more soon!

Indulgent Weekend and Thoughts on Misinterpreting

“My thoughts scattered and they’re…cloudy…”
–– “Cloudy,” Simon and Garfunkel

I spent way too much money over the past weekend! But I’ve been working hard so I feel like I deserved it! On Friday evening I visited the lovely Raffaele at Bowery Electric, where she bartends for Happy Hour. After a $4 pint of Stella I headed to midtown and met a table full of folks for a three-course, prix fixe meal at St. Andrews. I had an amazing crab cake, filet mignon and delicious little tiny ice cream sandwiches with butterscotch ice cream. YUM! It was also all you can drink, so I broke my cardinal rule of not mixing my food molecules with my beer molecules and am still regretting it! Oof.

I dashed across town and caught a downtown cab to meet my friend Rob and his friends Pete and Christina. They finished up their fancy cocktails and we walked over to The McKittrick Hotel for the immersive theatre experience “Sleep No More.” It was…odd. Interesting and very different. And the five-story “set” was incredible! But I admit I was a bit underwhelmed by the actual “show.” After over two hours of chasing the performers up and down stairs, I was ready for a cab ride home!

I resisted the urge to drink — and spend — Saturday night when I joined friends to celebrate a birthday. It was at a karaoke bar that I’m not too crazy about so that wasn’t too tough. I saved myself for Sunday, when four of us met for brunch at Yuca Bar, where they serve the best Huevos Rancheros in the world! Eggs, beans, delicious sauces, pico de gallo, queso fresco all piled on top of a quesadilla! Olé! From there we strolled over to VeraMeat for their 30% off sale and I treated myself to a delicate sterling feather ring. And after that we hit the dollar store and bought cheap plastic accoutrements for our Easter Parade tiara crafting. It was a very colorful end to an indulgent weekend.

And on the dating blogging topic, I’ve been fairly uninspired. I find it amusing, at times, the ways people interpret my words. I put it out there and hope that those words stand on their own. But apparently sometimes they don’t. It’s been happening quite a bit. When I wrote “I Forgot to Have a Family!” I was poking fun at middle-aged men who all of a sudden decide they want kids. People thought I was talking about myself. Uh, no, having a family isn’t something I forgot to do. Not having kids was pretty deliberate. And I’m pretty happy I didn’t.

My recent post about not finding anyone who “moves” me was interpreted as my “not being able to click with men who are attracted to me.” These guys aren’t necessarily attracted to me. They’re just game to date. Which isn’t exactly rare. And that hasn’t been my problem. I haven’t been able to “click” with any guys. Aw hell, let’s be blunt: I haven’t been able to fuck any guys. I click with just about everyone I talk to. Okay, not everyone. Certainly not many of the men I’ve been dating. Though, truth be told, there have been a few I’ve clicked with (and not fucked) but I don’t write about any possible romances for fear of jinxing them. Not, in retrospect, that I’ve needed to worry about that, either! Gah. None of that even makes sense. The bottom line is men, who may or may not be attracted to me (or may or may not be desperate) wind up on a date with me and I am bored. This is not a good thing. And when I write about it everyone filters that through their own lenses and then offers me correspondingly filtered advice. I don’t need any advice. I need to meet a guy I want to fuck. Plain and simple!

Which leads me to probably the biggest misunderstanding: that I hate everyone I date. I most certainly don’t. I just find it kinda mind-boggling that I wind up on dates with men for whom I feel nothing, zip, nada. These aren’t people who I’ve been randomly matched with, they’re guys I’m supposed to be “good” with. Hm. Maybe I should be dating people I’m not supposed to be good with!

Okay, that’s enough for now!

No Pants December: Day 10

I was excited as hell for this year’s annual roaming of the red. So excited, in fact, that I spent the last week assembling a brand new ensemble and accessorizing like crazy. It turned into a pink and red extravaganza that some christened The Peppermint Queen. The outfit consisted of:

Photo © Ed Barnas. Reproduced with permission.

A red lace shirt underneath a pink lace shirt, both purchased at Joyce Leslie for $9.99 each. Nice!

Red satin hot pants purchased in the ’90s at Le Chateau. Nicer!

Red and white stripey tights that I’d spent hours dying fuschia, but since I didn’t know that Rit dye doesn’t work on synthetics, they came out pale pink and red. Sigh. But still effective!

Demonia red platform furry boots I spotted at a sample sale at my friend Paula’s Dumb Clothing shop back in 2005 or so.

A tiara-like headpiece I crafted out of Christmas balls and ornaments and a few ounces of glue-gun glue.

A red Mongolian lamb scarf that I’d treated myself to a few  years ago after losing a black one I’d bought for 10 bucks at a thrift store. Suffice it to say, the red one cost far more than the black one had…

And finally, the final piece of my look: a hot pink fake fur jacket from Trash and Vaudeville. I totally couldn’t afford it but…I also couldn’t live without it! It was just too perfect for the outfit! The piece came with corset-like black satin ribbon lacing up the back; I replaced the black satin with red and white candy cane ribbon from the Mecca of fashion and crafting, M&J Trimming.

Photo © Ed Barnas. Reproduced with permission.

It was just too perfect for the outfit! The piece came with corset-like black satin ribbon lacing up the back; I replaced the black satin with red and white candy cane ribbon from the Mecca of fashion and crafting, M&J Trimming. I had matching ribbon bows on my braids; gotta love that wired ribbon!

All my glue gunning paid off cause the fabulous Bill Cunningham snapped a few shots of me!

I carried a red patent leather bag filled with peppermint candies (and everything else I needed), had a pair of red gloves that wound up in that bag for most of the day and my most inspired accessory: a bottle of peppermint spray!

Peppermint Spray photo by Teague Clements

I put Santa holiday wrapping around a plain spray bottle, then filled it with a mixture of peppermint schnapps and vanilla vodka, tinged a festive green with food coloring.

Ed Barnas Photography

Visit my friend Amber’s NO PANTS 2011 blog.

Holiday High Holy Day

In The Church of Abby, there are five high holy days: Halloween, The Mermaid Parade, Burning Man, Mardi Gras and SantaCon, which is tomorrow. Every year I do my best to come up with a new costume for each one — or at least alter an old one enough to make it look new. For this year’s SantaCon I’ve gone a bit…overboard. For whatever reason, I felt compelled to come up with something not just new but different and I was feeling the pink and red, a kind of peppermint flavor theme. I’ve spent the last week running around assembling my ensemble and now I’m stressing out about the final details. A friend came up with the hilarious idea of “peppermint spray” as a parody of pepper spray (too soon? Ho! Never!) so I plan to put some schnapps in a spray bottle. I’ve been glue-gunning an enormous crown; it will be a miracle if it makes it through the day in one piece. I bought two yards of hot pink fake fur and then found the exact jacket I’d envisioned at Trash and Vaudeville. Thankfully someone offered to buy the fur from me so I could afford (well, not really…) to buy the coat. When I picked that up, Jimmy gave me the East Village local discount. Huzzah! I mean HO!

The preparations included assisting other Santas with their costumes and crafting, as well as offering a couch for an out-of-town Santa. Now almost everything is arrayed and ready to go, including a red patent leather bag filled with peppermint hard candies and the Candy Cane Hershey’s Kisses. I still need to run out and figure out my spray booze. And make sure I get a good night’s sleep. Stay tuned to hear all about the whole ho-ho-ho-ing! And photos!