אני חוגגת חודשיים של שינוי בראש... יש בלונים, כיבוד קל, בר חופשי ופתוח והכל לרגל חגיגות החודשיים מהמעבר מההר לעיר.

לא היו חגיגות אחרי חודש כי לא ממש חשבתי שיש עדין מה לחגוג, כי ממתי חוגגים חודש לגעגועים לחיים ישנים? מי היה בא?!

תל אביב... זו עיר שונה ומשונה. במיוחד אחרי שגרים על הר 5 שנים. הר מלאה בחיים שלמים, בשגרה יום יומית, חברים, עבודה, עבודה וגם... עוד קצת עבודה. הגעתי לעיר ה"חטאים" חוששת ומבולבלת... מדוע בעצם לעזוב את חיי הנוחות העצובים שלי לטובת איזה סודו- ריגוש ושינוי אוירה? במיוחד כי לא ממש 

הייתי האוהדת מספר אחד של עיירת החולדאי? 

אז חודש ישבתי בחדר החמוד שלי ותהיתי למה... ניסיתי להבין מי נגד מי. עם שאר הזמן שלי התבוננתי באנשים פה וניסיתי להבין באיזה סרט הם חיים, ולמה!

שאין שיגרה צפים להם דברים מאד משונים על פני השטח... המוח מתחיל להעסיק את עצמו עם שטויות שלא מביישות מדור רכילות מפוקפק. ופתאום אחרי חודש ובלי מסיבה נוצצת הרוח תפסה כיוון אחר (אפילו דני רופ לא ראה את זה בא) והכל התחיל להשתנות ולקבל צורה אחרת...

עבודה חדשה, אנשים חדשים, שגרה מבורכת! ופתאום העיר לא נראתה כל כך סליזית (מרות שעדין יש אפשרות לזהות רחמנות כמעט בכל פינת רחוב) האנשים פתאום לא כל כך מוזרים כמו שנראו בהתחלה... הכל התחיל לזוז ויאללה - איזה כיף שזה סוף, סוף קרה!!! פתאום הצד היצירתי שחשבתי איבדתי לעד חזר הביתה למקומו הנכון. התחלתי לתפור שוב. יצרתי קשרים ומקדמת עניינים. התחלתי לקבל הצעות. הכרתי חברים יקרים, חידשתי קשרים מן העבר.

ופתאום הבנתי למה עברתי, למה עשיתי את השינוי הזה, וכמה משמח זה לדעת שזה לא היה סתם. 

אז כן, עכשיו שאני חוגגת חודשיים זה כי יש סיבה... כי אני לא מרגישה שאני צונחת בתוך הבור השחור של הארנב הלבן יש מסיבה בראש והמוזיקה משגעת, והחברה מבורכת ומשעשעת, הקולקציה מתקדמת כמו שצריך, העתיד נראה אופטימי ואפשרי. אז תרימו איתי כוס לחיים לחגיגות החודשיים ולמה שיבוא בהמשך, לחוסר ודאות הנהדרת.

עכשיו רק שיגיע החורף ואני בכלל אהיה מאושרת :)

ואין דרך יותר מוצלחת לחגוג (לא שחגיגות בראש שלי זה שיא הסיפוק) עם מופע דראג היום בערב עם זהבה צוקר !

עד העונג הבא

סטלה ואני 

A Tail of of resurrectional magic

For all those skeptics out there that refuse to play with the thought that resurrection does in fact exist...

I challenge you to retract your sarcasm and come read a tail of enchantment.

I thought I had lost my creative mind to a Real-Life's war Lord. The Real-Life's war Lord nurtures on the

creative hopes, dreams and identity of those that are in a place of unknown cross roads and such.

He lurks in the shadows and pounces on his ignorant victims at their most vulnerable hour, and then.,..

THE HORRoR! He leaps from hiding and sucks all their creative juices without mercy.

He then slithers back in to the shadows and waits with anticipation for next poor bastard to arrive.

How do I know this you ask? I too, was such a casualty to the vicious War Lord. 

Just fresh out of finishing 4 years at a design Academy, I was dripping with creativity... the 

paramount victim. I too quickly found myself at that spoken of cross road, pondering which road to choose

when out of no where I was pounced upon and stripped of any creative thought I ever once had.

Vacant of all that had once made me happy, perplexed by what had happened to me and lacking in

any creative thought I took a road that lead me to become a Restaurant manager. 

After more than a year spent in the stagnant stench of such an occupation I knew I had to leave, to set out and

venture into the unknown, to retrieve that which was my natural birth right- my creativity!

I had heard of a place that many went too in order to find their long lost and stolen creativity.

I used to think it was a place spoken of only in terms of an urban legend, but I decided that I owed it to myself

to see what the fuss was about.

So I packed my life, waved good bye with my white hanker chief and was on my way to the white city (now mostly black from bat shit)

I arrived to this peculiar city, bright eyed and hopeful. The city was quick, it wreaked of youth- a city in heat (and not weather wise...)

I found a place to call my own and began the search for my long lost holly grail of creativity. 

I looked in the shadows, in over priced and over pretentious stores, in bars and restaurants. I looked all over town

but ALSA, ALAK luck was not my friend.

Perplexed and disappointed I returned to my 4x4 kingdom sad and with a sense of treachery when suddenly I noticed

a sparkle in the corner. I came close to it and found a coin a pile of dust from centuries ago.

I sat at my desk disappointed by the rotten tip the room had left me when suddenly out of no where I began to see fabrics in my head, color pallets, silhouettes....

It was like a mental Zunami had hit the shores of my mind and the waves were breaking against my head ( aka: MEGA migraine).

At first it was too much (I took an aspirin) and then once I understood what had happened I knew- Lacy was home!

My creativity was resurrected, returned to its rightful owner-I was once again queen of my domain, ruler of simple designs and out there 

colors. 

And so Stella got her groove back, I got my creative mojo back and a collection was conceived that night...

Today there are already pictures of the unborn wunder-kind, and many plans and preparations to make until the birth due date

in the spring.  Some would call it a miracle perhaps, even divine intervention.... the skeptics might choose to think I was 

dropping acid like it's hot. But the truth ,boys and girls, is rather simple.

We all loose ourselves, especially in the spooky corners of the cross roads, where the Real Life's War Lord lurks.... 

Nonetheless, that which is  lost is meant to be found.... or sold on ebay

No pennies for Old thoughts

It's been a month since my previous correspondence with my own thoughts... how easy it is to drown out the noise of one thoughts with

The most meandering of actions, but be ware- they do eventually come to haunt you in the form of visual sub-conscience visions right after you close your eyes.

It's been an odd month. I managed to go through two jobs (and hopefully the latter will stick longer). 

The first was at a shoe store... don't get me wrong- I like shoes. I even own a few (and by a few I'm not implying I have 243 pairs stacked 

In a ware-house somewhere,  I mean A FEW), but that doesn't justify the sheer and utter boredom I was objectified to there.

I'm all for giving the brain a rest every now and then, even pencil in some 'space-staring' between meetings, just for that needed relief.

However, exposed to brain malfunctioning impotence 7 hours a day (and just happened to be surrounded by shoes with price tags on them)

That is wrong and should be out lawed globally. 

So at first you try to pre-occupy yourself, and god knows that's when you know just how creative you really are.
But when you're done impressing yourself, and yourself only, all you can resort to is wearing on a pare of the least hideous pair in the store,

And put on a mask of a half-baked incest victim and hope time moves faster than the hair on your knuckles (for the record I don't!)

Am I over reacting? Of course I am! After all it's a decent job and you basically get paid for doing jack shite and smiling at incoming

Women with some distressed looking feet (genetics was not kind to some... poor souls- oh the pun!).

 And the fact I lasted there for almost 3 weeks (my shortest job EVER!) is with in its own right

Rather remarkable. Nonetheless, the moment I got the chance I ran out of there as though my brain-waves depended on it. 

And where did I run to? Back to the glorious arms of the place I was running from- back to the restaurant bizz. 

Short term memory loss? Nah... well maybe. But during my endless hours spent gazing into the abyss of a shoe store I came to understand

That I miss the dynamics of restaurant world. But this time it's different.... cause it a pub! With great food. 

And best of all? It's a 5 minute bike ride from my house (as apposed to the previous location that was a 20 minute bike ride of sweat and too many close

Encounters with poles, parked cars, moving cars, pedestrians, poles and what have you) so the chance if an accident are reduced greatly (but not completely).

So, new job- new start... I didn't bank on having so many fresh starts in such a short period of time...

Until the next time I'm compelled to share for no apparent reason.

Live long and prosperous.

And FYI - if by the next time I write winter have failed to grace us with it's presence- I for-warn you: discretion will not be the dominant seasoning of this blog and parental guidance will not help anyone! No one is safe!!!!

No longer the 'fOol' on the hill...

It's been a while since I last allowed my meandering thoughts to go public to a virtual audience. I'm writing you from my brand new quarters in the stately humid city of Tel-Aviv, Israel.  My first and astute opinion you ask? Allow me to quote the renowned Dorothy that once said it better than I: We're not in Kansas anymore… and allow me to add my own personal touch- that's the mother of all understatements…

I left my dear J-town not with a frown, but rather with prospects of new beginnings and such… you know- "the bright-eyed and ever so eager to move on to greener pastures" kind of a girl- yes indeed, that would be me.

After 5 years in the same place things tend to get rather stagnant, the air slowly stops and the dust settles in much faster than anyone can really assume. When that happens- danger!!!! You are in dismal fear of entering a familiar yet bleak place named none other than- The Rut!

So I've decided to leave 'The Rut' I was living in, shake off the dust of events past and attempt to do something I have failed to do up to this point- figure out my future- how daunting!

There's a quaint little saying in Hebrew that says: Change of place, Change of luck…

Cliché'? But of course! Beginnings cannot exist without a healthy portion of cliché's every few hours… it's what they nourish on and so do we, the optimistic fools that encourage just such beginnings.

The move was not easy folks, it was not easy at all. My body resisted against the whole thing for days there after. But the shlepping of possessions was perhaps the least unpleasant part of the entire chain of reactions. Sorting out 5 years worth of tid-bits proved to be far more taxing and time consuming than yours truly every thought possible. 5 years worth of memories, poor decisions made and minor psychosis's apparently takes up quite a bit of space (another understatement to this gripping tail).

Another thing that proved to be a challenge, was apparent in the 'logistics department'. Living on a 'Hill' has proven to be a transportational challenge over the past 5 years. One would assume that going up hill is far more difficult than getting off it… that's the problem- one WOULD assume. However, reality paints a rather different picture. Getting all my belongings off the righteous mountain was an operation that would discredit no navy seal member or a meek civilian such as myself.

The move is behind me, and I have set up station in my new apartment in a trendy-rendy part of this enigmatic city that neighbors the ocean. I am only an hour's drive from my lovingly proverbial J-Town, yet I feel as though I have arrived in a completely different country all together. Seemingly we all speak the same language and we all are in the same country, however the frame of mind is what sets us apart (as for now at least).

I am charmed by my new surrounding, I am also to some extent bewildered … then again I think it was time that once said: "Let me do my matha fckin' job" and I choose for now to obey.

Help Me Choose!

*Dearly Beloved!!!!!

I need help choosing which invite is 'best' for my formal fare-d-well from the 

Holly city of J-Town.... 

And since Stella is an indecisive as me (Shocking!!!) I need you to 

make the grand decision of choosing... so off you go- this is your golden chance

to pass judgment and give rise to your fabulous and critical opinions!!!

Do me proud Ladies and Lady-Fabulous mEn!

Smooches darlin's

Me

Option # 1

Option #2

Option # 3

Motha Packer*

We're going through the final motions of the count down process until the 'Grand Move' begins...

It seems as though even Motha Nature is taking the transition rather poorly, and in such

punishing us all with ever so hellish like heat...

It is now clear to me that my body cannot sweat and digest food simultaneously and in such I am left

to choose which I do first... and seeing as I am failing miserably at controlling the heat around me...

my dinners have been resorted to my two new dear friends: Ben & Jerry.

It seems as the seasons in my rooms have prematurely changed... it is design Autumn in my room.

Rather than leaves changing colors and falling with grace to the ground... my walls have 

decided to pull a full-Monty on me and be seen in the nude... 

I haven't seen my walls this bare in 5 years...I'm not sure I have the sufficient tools to deal with this!

Tis my last week at work... I find it ever so difficult to believe that I will no longer turn magenta with anger,

cry with frustration and enchant spells on those that aggravate me any more... however I have an odd hunch

it shall not be the last spectacle of such fine character flaws... I'm most certain that my next work location will

manage just fine and see that ever so eloquent side of me soon enough.

It's almost time to say good bye... Do not cry for me Jeruz- because the truth is I shall never leave you... Just cheat a bit- but 

I won't leave you!

P.Sing

The attached is an invitation made by urs truly... enjoy!

We're having a heat wave, a nasty tropical heat wave

It's too hot to do anything... even shlepping myself in front of my sweating lap-top is proving to be a bit much under such antagonistic weather conditions.

And what better side effect to have to this 'tropical heat wave' than little tantrums of insomnia every other night... gosh 

isn't summer just swell ?! =]

Well, tis final! Another land-mark action was executed in my withdrawal from this holier than holly city- I signed

the lease to my new apartment in TLV... exciting? Indeed! However it would have been ever more festive

if it were not for my borderline menopause profuse sweating.... it seemed as though my face was crying with

happiness from everywhere but my misty eyes! 

It simply made things that much clearer... come summer time in Israel- I'm moving into my refrigerator... 

but that happens as long as I am not forced to place a name tag on my toe...

I learned something new about the human condition this week... I learned that it rarely holds within it's 

vast spectrum any form of consistency and should never be judged... but it is without a doubt a most

fascinating topic and goes great with everything, be it a cocktail, a little black dress or a tasteful 

hand full of sweet stenching sarcasm.

Until the next time my thoughts get the better of me... go hug a tree

ps- That ever so handsome blue shade of a monkey is Paul, he forced me to add his picture to this post... next thing you know he'll want me to create him a profile on FaceBook... Stuffed animals have become so high maintenance!

A left over from a night

It's been a while... I know! I've been bad and inconsistent... the root of all ambiguous things.

It's been an odd month gone by... many things have happened and actually nothing much has changed.

Slowing processing the thought that I will soon be knocking on a door to a new and (much to be hopped) exciting chapte in my silly little book of memories and odd tails.

I have begun to slowly say my farewell to this fabulously odd and holly city of J-town.

Becoming familiar with the sensation of letting go of something so familiar... this city has become a new and old birth mark 

on a journey that began 5 years ago... god I get so disgustingly sentimental when I'm ovulating (like I know when that is..... )

I got my Degree last week... I'm an Academic now. You'd think that just by saying it my posture would improve ever so slightly... (I'm still slouching). In some odd way holding that piece of attempted fancy paper was an anti-climax and disappointing summery of a 4 year process of creating frenzy.

As though my precious 4 years at a design academy deserved at the least a magnificent uni-corn with Jimmy Chooes handing me a Very Gold and well framed Degree... oh well, maybe when I get my Master's degree things might look different (or I'll look to rent some 3 head circus freak).

It's my birthday in a couple of days... and the only things that I can think of are "old" sentences such as: 

it's already been a year?! my how time flies! Did I take my potassium pills?! I don't recall leaving my walking cane there...

you get the jist =]

Birthdays usually excite me, I get this kind of "me, me, Me and a little more Me " attention high... 

I can't believe I'll be 28 and still find flatulence to be the most spectacular form of humor.... how comforting =]

Oh and the latest Epiphany: at the ripe young age of 28 (minus 4 days- gotta grab on to what little youth one still has!) I understood what I want to be when I grow up:

I want to create the most fabulous brand of underwear!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I know it's stupid- but I'm just acting my age =]

Forgive me once again for the slight neglect dear universe, since it seems you are my one true audience and even your patience is wearing thin (underwear?!).

Adue  to you, and you and you

P.s. Attached is a party invite to the tripple b-day bash I designed... wooo hoooo ( I wish there was a way to spell things a bit differently so one could recognise the sarcasam more easily... oh welll =] )

bE still my beAting heaRt...

I must confess (something about writing to a public that seems rather confessional....) that ever since I became the proud owner of 'StellandMe' it feels as though I've gone back into my childhood and own a tamagoochi...constantcaring, checking up on and feeding pictures (visual is as much a nourishment as fish food and what have you!).

First off I'd like to say thank you for all the positive feed back I've been getting during the past few days... either you are all brilliant liars, my mother or just simply too kind =] But on a more serious note (gotta have some of thoseas well) Thank you!

And now.... Ladies and Lady-Fabulous men- Today for the first time in many, many months I found myself

sitting in front of Elna-my dear sewing machine. We had a bit of a chat, I offered to oil her hinges a bit 

(that's supposed to sound just as dirty as it did!) and then, out of no where (good thing I was sitting down) 

I turned her on (the oil helped I guess) placed a well chosen fabric and began to sew! 

Gasp, Gasp you go?! so did yours truly. And my, my, my what a feeling it was... almost like riding your 

bike and having the wind brush through your hair (and introduce insects to your face at an alarming speed).

It was pure delight. I had no idea I missed sewing as much. 

Elna- she wasn't in the best of shape, but she's a good girl- she caught her breath rather quickly

and together we created sweet textile harmony... and a pair of sleeping shades for a rather sleep deprived friend...

Until the next time- be well, be merry...be something.

The first step on the Yellow brick road...

So...with Stella in my heart and a skip in my step I'm off on a journey- destination? unknown.

It's been a year since ( my last confession...)  I graduated a 4 year 'experience' at an Art& Design Academy in J-town... no one prepared me for what would be short to follow- and shame on them for letting me find out just how harsh 'the real' world really is =]

Dam... I had no idea it would be so difficult to return to the 'out side' world and not as a design student... true- it sounds as though I'm complaining... I'm not really- I just wish I would have prepared myself mentally for what was short to follow.

But a year has past and I'm still around to tell the tail... a tail of rude awakenings and such.

So I have decided to breath life into a blog that will grant my ramblings a proper stage (rather than just in my head). A place to show my work, to vent my anger and belittle my anxieties.

A place to share thoughts with others, to give and hear opinions- a virtual diary to record the remains of my day on a journey that started long ago but continues today...

So friends, strangers and potential lovers (wishful thinking?) join me and Stella as we take the road unknown...