Vancouver!

9.27.2012
Today we leave for Vancouver!!!

One of Jersey's friends is getting hitched in Canada so we're heading north for the big shindig. I'm so looking forward to cooler weather, awesome restaurants, a trip to lululemon mecca (aka HQ) and some luuuuuv time...wedding style.

Canadian tuxedos, friendly folk, maple syrup...BRING.IT.

I shall take an obscene amount of photos and share them. I'm about to blow Instagram UP!

Toodles!

Kindred Spirits

9.26.2012
Sometimes you just need a friend and you don't realize how much you needed them until the moment you hug and she says everything will be okay.

That's what happened last night when I hung with one of my gal pals. I met her at her brand new home, she gave me an awesome tour of her loveliness, we drank some wine and then we walked to a local restaurant in her neighborhood and dined on delicious food and gabbed away.

I've always known she was a good egg, but the minute she started asking me how she could help with all of life's little stresses I knew she was golden. I started tearing up. 

I'm blessed to have a dear friend who I can talk to about all of the weird little isms going on in my life. She never judges, she listens, she gets it and then I reciprocate back the same sentiments and life is wonderful...complete with George Bailey townsfolk and Zuzu's rose petals.

I get that not everyone's gonna want to hear about wedding ish. Trust me, I get it, but indifference sucks. I've had some nasty passive aggressive shat come my way as of late from women who obviously don't realize just how sensitive I am to human behavioral shifts. I see through all that bull crap. When there's an intent to hurt I go on lock down; crying mode activates and my defenses go up. 

It's been really bothering me lately so meeting up with such a sweet soul was just what my heart and sanity needed. 

I am grateful for the women in my life who share the sweetness, strength and honesty a gal like me needs in order to survive this crazy time. 

Thank you. You know who you are. (Because I tell you AS.MUCH.AS.I.CAN.)

An Update on the Wedding Show

9.25.2012
So that show Jersey and I are trying out for...

Well yesterday they asked me to come back in and shoot some more footage, which I'm hoping is a good sign. It was fun to drive to the studio and meet a new woman who's also on the "Mish" project. She was super duper kind and easy to talk to. (She got so friendly she even got to touch my boob...my mic kept slipping, but still...)

I opened up a bit more about the parts of our story that they were interested in (see how I'm not telling y'all a dang thing?! Mwahahaha) and failed miserably by crying. I just get really overwhelmed really easy about all this wedding ish and how it's all supposed to work.

I had a hard day yesterday, but it ended on such a better note. Those ladies put me in such a good mood...You wouldn't believe what reminiscing about the fella you love will do for your mood!

Then I came home to a clean home and dinner waiting. How good is he? GOOD, Y'ALL!

I love me some him.

Back to the show, though! Next steps: the crew will edit all of our video together and present it to their bosses. If they like us, they'll take us and you'll get another update.

Are your toes crossed?

Meaning in the Meager

9.24.2012
Something I am really, super duper grateful for is my NutriBullet! This is gonna send really infomercial-y but it's changed my life. I've learned about so many different fruits and vegetables. I've rocked the ish out of some maca powder! 

I'm writing blogs for the NutriBullet blog right now so if you've been dancing around cleaning up your diet and eating healthier this may be just the thing for you as well. 

I make some mean hummus, awesome salad dressings and bomb arse smoothies! 

When You Propose to an Actress...

9.20.2012
When you propose to an actress you should pretty much expect theatrics to enter your life at some point. (Both literally and figuratively speaking.)

I think Jersey's finally gotten the hang of me and my incessant reality tv ideas. This evening we'll be doing an interview with a casting director about our wedding planning ish. If chosen we could be on a show (that we don't even know the title of yet) and receive money for the wedding. Boo ya!

I'm staying up tonight to work on our dream board (which the casting chica said I should have on hand.) I'm about to make some camera magic happen up in casa de kiwi tonight y'all!

I'm gonna make it rain bridal ish! Cross your fingers, say a prayer and send good thoughts our way. Any kind of break would ensure I keep sane during this crazy, hot mess of a project called wedding planning.

It was pretty fun to work with him actually. We started listing all of the best love songs we could think of and jamming our little butts OFF. It's nights like that which I'll need to remember and call upon when ole boy has just laid a giant stink bomb and blamed it on me in a public place...or when he's come home from work and decided his bad energy should all be dumped on my perky little lap....or when he cuts off all that hot samurai hair someday. I shall remember he cut and taped makeup looks on a wedding board and did it happily while swaying to Linda Ronstadt.



This is the man...

9.19.2012
Who put a ring on my finger... And by doing that he let the world know...

That he conscientiously and openly wants to smell my farts, check my teeth for food and listen to me discuss the ends and outs of a good menstrual cycle for the rest.of.his.life.

If that ain't love then I don't know what is!

Timid Research

9.18.2012
So my last wedding post broke my mama's heart. She told me I couldn't give up on wedding stuff so easily. Hearing the sadness and seeing Jersey's disappointment was a bit too much for me so I've timidly started responding to emails from venues and caterers.

Do you remember that one scene in Father of the Bride when he loses his ish in the grocery store? It involves buns and a scared employee...him going to jail? Well I feel like George Banks post bun incident every time we go visit a venue and they make it seem so cheap and lovely. They wait until they see the hint of possibility and hope flicker across my face and then they hit me with the hook and bait!

"Of course in order to breath our air you have to pay this fee. The cost of walking in this corner will cost this. Oh you want forks to eat your food with? That will cost $20 per person. Do you think your guests will need toilet paper?"

(evil scribble scribble scribble, tally tally tally, kaching kaching kaching!)

I start to twitch.

Jersey and I went and looked at a place yesterday that I should have KNOWN was too good to be true. The costs just started hopping around like a cracked out frog. I am trying my hardest to stay away from the bun aisle.

My very hardest...

Can't I just borrow someone else's flowers and wedding ish? It was just gonna get thrown in the trash anyway! Why not!?

Helen Gurley Brown │ Not Quite Carrie

A while back I scoped this piece in the New Yorker that made my butt twitch. I was just about to hit send on checking her biography out from the library when I read a bit the bit about how she thought sexual harassment was a compliment.

{twitch, twitch}

Oh women...We're such weird creatures.


Meaning in the Meager

9.17.2012
I recently finally broke down and bought this scarf from lululemon. I've been wanting that darn yoga scarf for a while now. It's the perfect cotton, long and plain pretty. 

Unfortunately, it's been hotter than Hades in LA so I can only wear it in the house, which makes Jersey laugh. I come home, throw down my bag and keys and reach for my scarf. That's what I do when I love something dearly. I rock the ISH out of it until it's worn and broken in...and then I rock it a bit more. 

I started writing about the things I love because I think it's bloody brilliant to acknowledge what you're grateful for...publically appreciate what you already have in your life. Living in a state of want and need is bad for the happy bones. 

My MITM moments remind me of the Velveteen Rabbit. Cherishing what you have and giving it a beautiful meaning...

The Skin Horse had lived longer in the nursery than any of the others. He was so old that his brown coat was bald in patches and showed the seams underneath, and most of the hairs in his tail had been pulled out to string bead necklaces. He was wise, for he had seen a long succession of mechanical toys arrive to boast and swagger, and by-and-by break their mainsprings and pass away, and he knew that they were only toys, and would never turn into anything else. For nursery magic is very strange and wonderful, and only those playthings that are old and wise and experienced like the Skin Horse understand all about it. 
"What is REAL?" asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. "Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?"
"Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real."
"Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit.
"Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real you don't mind being hurt."
"Does it happen all at once, like being wound up," he asked, "or bit by bit?"
"It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand."
"I suppose you are real?" said the Rabbit. And then he wished he had not said it, for he thought the Skin Horse might be sensitive. 
But the Skin Horse only smiled.




Bill Cunningham

9.14.2012


"Lots of people may have taste, but they don't have the daring to be creative." ~Bill

What a delightful documentary Bill Cunningham New York was to watch! I decided to treat myself to some good film last night. It being fashion week and all I thought the film on Bill would do. (I might as well worship when in Rome.)

Bill is THE street photographer. According to Anna Wintour, he's the guy you get dressed for in the morning. If he snaps you, you're golden; if he doesn't it's death lol.

But yet he doesn't choose looks...He never discriminates. You'll see him snapping so many different looks, styles...It's refreshing! You'll meet some other characters that will have you giggling in your jeans, too.

I love his demeanor, his freedom, his eye and his sass. Yeah, that New Yorker has some sass! His gumption and his wit...

If I ever see him in New York I may just shat myself. When I take a liking to a photographer it's a love I hold for a life time. My heart just stalks like that.

Fun fact: We share a birthday. Shout out to the March 13th babies!

Still Going Strong: Dear Mish

9.13.2012

For Christmas last year Jersey started this "One letter a week for an entire year" kick and it's still going strong. Each week I still get my awesome little letters. 

The boy is not a writer and probably does a little ass twitch every time it's time to sit down and think hard about what topics he'll discuss (Have you ever asked a dude what he's thinking?! Wins most terrible question to ask a dude award.) Nonetheless, that boy does it and does it well. 

My heart fluttered a bit when I got this last one...Pretty cool man.


Wedding Update

9.12.2012
So I figured something out the other day after visiting our very first venue...Wedding's cost a shat load of money and we don't have any of that green stuff sooo...No Daddy Warbucks in our back pockets to help so I've just stopped planning. I just don't see a wedding happening.

Something in me just kind of fell apart. My heart dropped when I started adding up the numbers and then it hit me. We really can't afford a wedding. It's kind of sad. I needed to get that off my chest though because it's going to hurt every time someone asks me when the wedding is. I don't know. I won't know. Maybe a couple years after we've been able to save.

I don't know when I'll be able to resume stuff...maybe we'll save for a year or so and then decide. I'm a bit jaded and upset about the whole thing. I got so excited when we decided to start planning and now that all those plans are silly nonsensical dreams I'm crushed. Whatever girly girl I was starting to conjure up is over and done with.

Jersey's trying really hard to keep my spirits up. He's still on the prowl for inexpensive shortcuts, but I keep reminding him we could get shave here and there and we still wouldn't have the money in savings to make it happen.

The funny thing is once I made this decision all I see or hear is wedding crap. Ryan Reynolds and Blake Lively throwing a surprise wedding made my ass twitch. I wish I had that kind of cash floating around where I could just hire someone spur of the moment to put together a shindig. We're going to a wedding soon and I'll probably bawl my frickin eyes out.

If you've managed to get hitched and were able to have a ceremony and reception pat yourself on the back and then go kiss your spouse because you're lucky. You're already ahead of poops like me.


Karaoke + A Cool Arse Pad

9.11.2012
I may be an actress, but that doesn't mean I'll perform anything at a drop of a hat. I am anti-karaoke like a mother trucker. For YEARS my parents tried to get me to loosen up and try it, but I was always the sourpuss in the corner, arms crossed saying, "No. No. No. NOOOOooOOOOOO!"

My gal pal Nina was quite convincing, though. She told Jersey and I about this spot where you have your own private room. I was totally cool with the 'friends only' idea so I said why not. Saturday we met up with Nina and our friends Shana and Damien for some scoops of awesome.

We got our little room, popped open the liquor and the snacks and went buck buck on the mic. It was fun! I really do suck balls at singing...I just can't carry a note to save a soul, but the peeps I was with were so fun and carefree it mattered not.

Also, I've decided that I stalk not only Jersey, but Nina. She's this cool graphic designer chick who I met at a pinterest party a couple of years ago. She grabs life by the balls and shakes 'em like one would shake maracas. I stalked her house cuz her and her roomie are creative nuts and have my dream aesthetic.



How cool is this bed?!


Coasters


Color Coordinated

Meaning in the Meager

9.10.2012

Do you remember that one part in How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days where Kate Hudson is trying to cheer up her friend so she brings her a cashmere cardigan? Well chucks are my cashmere cardigan. If I'm having a poopy day...If I feel gross and icky and just want something, ANYTHING to make me feel more comfortable in my own skin I throw on my chucks and my favorite pair of boyfriend jeans and life is goooOOooOOOd. 

What's your cashmere cardigan?

A Little Less of This

I know some gals dream about tulle and flowers that would feed a small bee country, but that ish seriously makes my ass twitch...Makes me want to throw up in my mouth a little bit. I'm the anti-wedding chick. I've finally made peace with that. Every time I open up a bridal magazine I start to hive like Carrie when she tried on dresses with Miranda.

"Just rip it off!!!" 

I don't like poof. I loathe floral decor...words like traditional...(shivers) Folks asking me what my color palette will be... All that is for the birds...The below is my nightmare.




As punishment for not being a normal bride I ended up at the CRAZIEST bridal expo yesterday. Those chicks were scary and then some. We walked in and immediately were screamed at by a crazy bride who thought we were cutting in front of her (the first 50 guests received a swag bag.) I knew then I was in the wrong damn place.

There were a lot of "interesting" brides there...cheap, tacky and scary and the vendors weren't any better. Jersey and I were scared to even approach most of the booths. I did find this diamond in the ruff chick who SOOoooOOOO didn't belong there. She had not one silk ribbon wrapped around a large glass vase with purple colored glass rocks. She worked with Malibu vinyards and the venue we hope to God we can book. Needless to say NO ONE was at her booth. (They were too busy signing up for the sexy pictures any classy bride should give to her groom on their wedding day.) 


I was scared, but ish got real when the MC for the "fashion show" said the first person who came up to the stage and showed a hole in their sock would win a $50 gift certificate to an all-you-can-eat. That's when I knew God had a sense of humor. 





Acting Updates

9.07.2012
So one of my buddies who happens to make BIG PEOPLE films with BIG SOMEBODIES (I just felt like putting that in caps to emphasize the drama of it all...) emailed me yesterday to tell me congrats about the engagement.

I may be stressing over wedding ish, but nothing will EVER compare to the amount of stress and angst that accompanies my drive to be an actor. So expect acting rants still. (Never giving up my dream fools!)

...Back to the buddy who works with SOMEBODIES. He told me he just finished wrapping on a film with Natalie Portman and Terrence Malick (Director of Tree of Life)...and he has yet to say, "Hey Tish, I know this has always been your dream. I know this because I was one of your pals who would sit and talk about said dreams with. I got you a very small speaking part in the film. Time to prove your chops."

Nope...hasn't said any of that. I wish for that! I'm hoping for that! What's so wrong with giving a friend a shot?! How else does a gal make it in this industry unless someone speaks up and says, "Hey I might just have a goofy girl for you..."

Damn it sucks to be so close and yet so frickin not close at all. Are there still people out there who believe I can even make it?!

Am I asking too much of this friend? If you're working with the SOMEBODIES doesn't that mean you have a wee bit of clout? Sigh...

Wedding Beast is Taking OVA

Not really, but I write about all the ish I go through and lately wedding party brain is in full effect. So pardon me if it pops up from time to time. It will be less than a year of gibber jabber and then you shall never have to hear about it again...Plus, who wouldn't want to witness the slow descent of a rookie planning boob!

Latest? We're on the prowl for a venue. What the freak is up with all this stupid pressure? I feel like I need to dress up and do a happy dance for these nuts. Do I need to dress up?! Will they venue people like us?! Will they be mean and try to make the day Carrie Part III? I'm allergic to pig's blood!!!

I don't know about any of this stuff. I have a friend who has graciously volunteered to help me plan. She's a guru PR exec who does this ish in her gangsta SLEEP so I'm pretty excited about that...what I'm not excited about is making her feel like Kunta...which is what I was TOTALLY planning on doing to the wedding planner I was going to hire. Why? Not because I'm cruel (I'm a gentle soul damn it!) but because I don't DO wedding ish. I don't know how...I don't even know if I want to know how so I fully expect to be like nod yes or shake no and that's about it.

I don't DO girl, remember? I don't know the importance of ambviance and lighting. The questions I'd ask on a possible wedding day (in my mind): Does it stink? Did I step in gum? Is the steak rubberlicious? Are the strippers bothering my dad again? What? Huh?

So yeah...I feel like we're dating the vendors. Is it okay to be little, cheap-as-hell us and still walk away unscathed without jizz or spit in our food come party day?

Courting vendors is stressful!


Anna Dello Russo

9.06.2012
How beautiful are her words and thoughts on her role in fashion? I love me some smart women...and I adore the quirky ones even more! She's on my girl crush list for sure now.


Turning Our Lives Into Ads

9.05.2012
I've been thinking about this video for awhile now.

A lot of it is jibber jab. I suggest fast forwarding to 27:27 and starting from there. It made me stop and pause about how I use social media...


...just paused, though. I think there's a difference between posting every poop on facebook just to show everyone else how fabulous your life is and digital scrapbooking endeavors. Ever since I got my hands on a camera I've been snapping pictures. Just the way I roll.

Still...I'm taking this talk to heart. Being more present is at the top of my list.

Labor Day Weekend

9.04.2012
Labor Day Weekend...


John Williams at the Hollywood Bowl...







Beach time with friends...





And a whole day of being curled up on a couch with my fiance watching flicks...

It was the perfect long weekend. Much needed. Greatly appreciated!

Meaning in the Meager

9.03.2012
I'm a sucker for a handsome bag.
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