In Your Dreams.

Last night I dreamt that I rearranged the furniture. Actual real furniture that I own, not dreamland furniture where the chairs are made of fluffy pink cotton candy and the armoire opens to reveal a tangle of slithering snakes. I've had that dream before. This wasn't that. This dream was all about organization. In fact, if I HAD found a mass of reptiles in the dresser while dream-cleaning I would've immediately gone to work sorting and organizing; categorizing them by color with subcategories of length, scale size, and venom.

 In this dream not only did I artfully arrange and make over the entire 3rd floor without spending a dime, but I carried all the furniture upstairs and/or downstairs by myself without breaking a sweat. I was like a cross between Wonder Woman and Martha Stewart. Super strength in a wrinkle free pantsuit.

What it comes down to is that there aren't enough hours in the day. I can't even chill out in my dreams.

 Every single day includes some combination if not all of these tasks: make a new collection, fill orders, work on freelance projects, look for new freelance projects, write blog posts, take photos, stress about money, promote my business, clean the house, home improvements, be a good friend/lover/room mate....yadda yadda yadda...

Like a snarl of mismatched snakes our days can all be a little overwhelming; but just know that your brain is working shit out behind the scenes while your body rests. Now THAT is multi-tasking.

So tonight I hope to dream-talk Anna Wintour into doing an editorial in Vogue featuring Mena. Then I'll put a couple of protective coats of polyurethane on the cotton candy chair, just for fun; but in the meantime I'm going downstairs to see if one of the boys are home. I have a great idea on how to make my studio more feng shui but I need some muscle to move this leaden desk, and lord knows I don't want to wrinkle my dress. 

Wrinkle free pantsuit? Dream on.

You're Nobody Til Somebody Loves You.

I love you. I don't think you're a nobody and to prove it I'm going to give ONE of you somebodies a present! A lacy floaty frilly girly valentines present. It's better than a synthetic stuffed teddy bear, and less calories than a box of waxy chocolate.

Lace blouse can be found HERE

All you gotta do is become a follower of this little blog.  Cause there's no such thing as unconditional love 'cept maybe from your mama; and I aint nobody's mama.

Contest ends February17th and the winner will be chosen at random.

XOXO-Misty

That new genre known as Thrash-Hop

I've been cultivating a hip hop station on Pandora for years now.  I've entitled it simply, "Good Hip Hop".  I've been very diligent  giving the appropriate songs the ole thumb, adding new artists or even moving songs to other stations just to keep this one perfectly focused and balanced. It's mostly positive underground or 'conscious' hip hop, if you will.  Poetry with beats. You know-  more "Yes We Can" and less "Oh No You Didn't" with just enough booty, grills and gunfire to keep shit real.

I like to listen to this station when I'm working in my studio. My theory (HOPE) is that the urban-ness will somehow flow through me and channel it's way into my designs, thus keeping my collections from crossing the sweetness threshold and nose diving into the saccharine. I think it's working. Look close, it's very very subtle. Very, veeeeeeeeerrrrrry subtle.

Maybe it's not working?
Have I become desensitized?


The Pandora gods think so and have decided to take matters into their own hands. Out of the blue, my perfect station has changed. It is now a Hip Hop and Thrash Metal mash up station, and not in a cute retro way like Aerosmith and Run DMC. The new artist playlist goes something like this:

ZTrip
Fatlip
Nas
SKULL HAMMER

Which is a very apt name that Skull Hammer. More band names should be as descriptive to save us all loads of time. No need to preview that new album by Top 40 and the Auto Tunes, America! Just click Buy Now! Obviously.

Now I have to take time out of my hectic tulle and chiffon flower making to attend to songs like 'Plague of Sores' or 'Malignant Tumor'.  It's not that I don't like the genre per se, it's just very shocking and stressful each and every time one of those songs come on. So this is my big First World Problem right now. Other than that, life is good. Really, really good.


Since this IS a fashion blog and every post needs to wrap up in a stylish little bow (or big depending on the trends), I'll close with this:

You know what would look really hot with this blouse? Spiked leather chaps, face tats and a Battle-ax.  I bet that's exactly what you were thinking, too.

You've wormed your way into my Heart.

Did you know that you can buy live worms on Amazon? 100 live earthworms will arrive on your doorstep in 3-4 days for only $6.99, Prime membership does not apply. I dont know why, but that fascinates me. Doesn't that sound like a great deal? That's 7 cents per worm. I suppose it's a matter of supply and demand. Just six months ago I would've paid 3 times that amount if it meant keeping just one worm AWAY from me, but I've since started gardening and now I am a woman obsessed. Earthworms are good for your soil. They loosen and aerate it just for starters. Since all my gardening is done on my rooftop it is improbable though not impossible that this essential wiggly worm will find his way to my humble garden, up 4 flights of stairs in the middle of Downtown Los Angeles. The butterflies have found it. So have the ladybugs and the bumble bees, but you know- they have wings.

So what does all this have to do with this awesome blue top that I made? Nothing really. But if I sell just one I can buy 956 earthworms. Operators are standing by.