Friday, October 31, 2014

Skeleton Hand Bra DIY

I came across someone wearing a skeleton bra on Tumblr or Instagram and I knew I had to have one. I love skull/skeleton everything and a skeleton hand bra just speaks to me. There was only one small problem, they didn't make my size. It's quite obvious I have a large chest so I wasn't entirely surprised, but I was disappointed. So I decided to make my ow.

I used an old black bra that I don't wear very much and found the skeleton hands at the Halloween costume shop. They are kind of like a thick foam material but I'm sure you can be creative and use whatever you like.

Skeleton Hand Bra DIY


Black Bra
Skeleton Hand Gloves
Hot glue gun
Hot glue sticks


1. Remove the skeleton hand from the glove. I started by cutting around the fabric and quickly resorted to just pulling it away from the fabric.

2. Glue the skeleton hands to the bra. It really is that easy.

I wanted the tips of one or two of the fingers to go over the edge slightly since I thought it was a little visually interesting, but it really comes down to personal preference.

Also, my lipstick is OCC Technopagan in case anyone is curious.

Monday, October 6, 2014

I wish I was a Photograph

As always, Andrea Gibson says it best. This is from her poem "I wish I was a Photograph:"

“so wherever you are I hope you’re happy
I really do
I hope the stars are kissing your cheeks tonight
I hope you finally found a way to quit smoking
I hope your lungs are open and breathing your life
I hope there’s a kite in your hand
that’s flying all the way up to orion
and you still got a thousand yards of string to let out
I hope you’re smiling
like god is pulling at the corners of your mouth
cause I might be naked and lonely
shaking branches for bones
but I’m still time zones away
from who I was the day before we met
you were the first mile
where my heart broke a sweat

and I wish you were here
I wish you’d never left
but mostly I wish you well
I wish you my very very best”

You can hear the whole thing here.

Sunday, October 5, 2014

Easy Crockpot Pot Roast

I was having friends over for dinner and I decided I wanted to make a pot roast. I'm not sure entirely why I had the urge. I've never been much of a pot roast fan. But with the season changing and the crisp autumn breezes kicking in, there was something satisfying about the thought of a roast with veggies and gravy. I was also looking for a recipe that would be simple and pretty fuss free.

That's exactly what I found.

I adapted this recipe a little bit. Mostly I added mushrooms and some red wine but that's entirely up to you. If you find your gravy to be a little too thin, just add a little cornstarch and you'll be good to go.


Would I make this again? Already have another roast in the freezer!


1 (10.75 ounce) can of condensed cream of mushroom soup
1 (1 ounce) package dry onion soup mix
1 can of beef stock
5 1/2 pounds pot roast
1 sprig of rosemary
3 sprigs of thyme
salt & pepper to taste

1 bag of baby carrots
1 pound of sliced mushrooms
1 onion, sliced
1 cup of red wine


1.In a slow cooker, mix cream of mushroom soup, dry onion soup mix, and beef stock.

2. Heat oil in a large skillet over medium-high heat. Add roast, browing well on all sides.

3. Place pot roast in slow cooker and coat with soup mixture. Cook on High setting for 3 to 4 hours, or on Low setting for 8 to 9 hours.

4. During the last hour or two, add mushrooms to a pan and sauté for several minutes until soft. Add the red wine and bring to a boil. Pour the mushrooms and wine over the roast and add the carrots and sliced onions as well.

5. Finish cooking until the meat is tender and the vegetables are soft.

Adapted from allrecipes.

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Another Goodbye

Our first date was eight hours long.

There were just too many things to say. Too many laughs to share and too many glances to be had.

As those hours turned into weeks and the weeks into months, something surprising started to happen. I began to feel again. Parts of me that had been numb for so long started to slowly come alive. With every kind gesture and delicate touch, my feelings grew and grew. And then one day, on a day no different than any other day, I realized you had completely won my heart.

I still remember the night we made love with the sound of the ocean all around us. Every part of me screamed to tell you I loved you but I wasn't ready.

I regret that I waited so long.

I also regret that I didn't always show how much I cared. That you ever, even for a moment, were unsure of how I felt. I was just so scared. Scared of what it meant to open myself up again. Scared of the past repeating itself. Scared of the future. Most of all I was scared you would leave.

And that's exactly what happened.

I don't blame you for leaving. You never loved me as much as you hated the situation you were in. And when an opportunity came to change the situation, you took it. I understand. I probably would have done the same thing.

I could never find the right things to say in the weeks before your departure. All I had were the shattered pieces of all my hope and love. The lingering sensation of all the things I thought I would have the time to say. The insecurities of how maybe I could have been more. More loving. More caring. More beautiful.

But I can't live in the shadow of those fears. Too many times I've broken myself down and tried to rearrange the pieces only to find myself bruised but ultimately unchanged. So I'm learning how to not do that. I'm trying to remember that kisses aren't contracts and things don't have to last forever to be perfect. I don't want to devalue the love we created with pity and despair. And as much as it hurts now to consider it, I also need to accept that maybe we weren't meant to last.

I'm looking for a love that won't leave. I want to be someone's favorite hiding place. And if that's selfish of me, then so be it.
Lately I’ve been thinking about who I want to love, and how I want to love, and why I want to love the way I want to love, and what I need to learn to love that way, and who I need to become to become the kind of love I want to be…….and when I break it all down, when I whittle it into a single breath, it essentially comes out like this: Before I die, I want to be somebody’s favorite hiding place, the place they can put everything they know they need to survive, every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, and be absolutely certain I will keep it safe. I will keep it safe.
-Andrea Gibson               

You made your choice. I need to make mine. And as much as it hurts, I'm choosing to let go. If I've learned anything in life it's that pretending you're okay is often the first step in really being okay. So I'm going to pretend tears aren't always close to the surface. That sometimes I feel like I can't breathe and my heart is breaking. And I know that one day I'll be surprised to find that I don't have to pretend anymore. I'll really be okay.

And that breaks my heart just a little bit more.

I don't know if this is a love letter or a long goodbye. Maybe it's a letter of thanks. Thank you for reminding me that I can care so deeply about someone. Thank you for loving me and putting up with my snoring and my tendency to rant. I love you.

I wish you didn't have to go.

Sunday, September 21, 2014

A Song Per Boy

A song came on the radio the other day and it made me think of my first boyfriend. Then I started thinking about what songs would perfectly encapsulate each of my relationships and this is what I came up with.

It's a little overly simplistic but it's also kind of fun.


Riptide by Vance Joy:

I know this is probably a weird choice for a love song, but something about it just sounds like the slow change I felt deep inside. I never stopped loving Keith. It wasn't the love that changed. I changed. I sang the words wrong and sank into the riptide.


You Oughta Know by Alanis Morissette:

Okay this one is typical but we all know deep down I'm just another angry 90s chick.

Mistake #1

Why Don't You Love Me by Beyonce:

Anger and resentment pretty much sum it up.

Adventure #2

Volcano by Damian Rice:

This is the perfect song for a variety of reasons. Damian Rice has such a delicate sound and there's something bittersweet about the lyrics to this song. Give me miles and miles of mountains and I'll ask for the sea...