Thursday, October 29, 2009

Can you guess what I will be this Halloween?

I thought it would be fun to post a few head shots of my costume, and you get to guess what it is! Good luck everyone!

Happy Haunting

I even did a set to show you what my accessories will be!

What will you be doing this Halloween night? I'm having a PARTY! I set up alot of the decor in the backyard already including a fog machine, strobe lights, orange and purple lights in the trees and table decor! I love celebrating all occasions and decorating/hosting theme parties. My party this Saturday is the
"Fools & Ghouls Halloween Party"

I'm going for a vintage Hollywood party look if you couldn't tell. The countdown starts now 2 days till party time!

Sunday, October 25, 2009

Its never too early for...Trina Turk Spring 2010

I love looking at Trina Turks website as well as Facebook for Fashion and interior design inspiration. I personally don't own any Trina Turk clothing but want to invest in one of her timeless pieces. Looking at her clothing makes me feel a bit nostalgic, as if I'm looking through old family photos thinking to myself...they look so glamorous!
I guess you could say I live vicariously through Trina Turks look books every season. I just took a moment to look at her Spring 2010 line and found a few pieces that I would LOVE to own! Here is a look at what I chose to wear on my Bahamas vacation, if only I could afford it all :)
*All items will be available March 2010

Impressive Sweater $228
Zoom Shorts $158
I want to be able to wear tiny shorts and balance it out by wearing a billowy top like the Impressive sweater. This whole outfit seems so carefree like the a spring weekend.

Ibis Dress $330
The Ibis dress is sexy, seductive and looks like it is made from a vintage scarf! I know you love that floral print!

Pacific Tote Price N/A
The pacific tote is so so cool and is the same print as the Ibis dress. The organic shapes and bright colors make this simply shaped tote that much cooler!

Summerset $198
The Summerset dress looks so fun, preppy and lightweight.
So there you have it my 4 picks from the Trina Turk Spring 2010 Look Book!
Go pick your top looks!

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Im excited to be going to...

My Bf and I have been living separate lives it seems, he is working full time on his Masters while I try to do my school/work thing. We have talked about how we think we deserve a trip to getaway and relax since we have both been busy and not able to see each other very often. After throwing ideas out on the table of where to go (Hawaii, Cuba, Brazil, Peru and many other places) my man and I have decided to go on vacation next Spring. The verdict is in and we have decided on going to...


I cannot stop thinking of the Bahamas, my mind is full of tropical distractions. At work I heard light and airy tropical music and I was swept away back into the lazy Summer feeling.

I have to start thinking which Island I want to stay on since there are over 700 in the Bahamas maybe I could stay on Johnny Depps Island

Has anyone ever been vacationing in the Bahamas and have some tips on where to stay or places I should see?

This trip is going to be amazing!

Sunday, October 18, 2009

Showing off, my artwork that is!

As an Interior Design student I always wanted good quality markers but could not invest in them because it would mean I wouldn't be able to buy all my supplies. So last Fall I took interior illustration for Interior Design Majors and finally invested some big bucks($100.00) into the PrismaColor marker set! After spending a few long nights finishing up my final project I thought I would never ever want to use those damn markers ever again! They were messy, wet and not anything close to the media I was used to working with.
So months went by and my expensive markers collected dust as I took boring classes that did not involve artistic creativity. For some reason I had this urge one day in the early spring to draw, probably just bored. Since that day I have a little collection of one of a kind marker artworks that I love making! I have made Cuban posters, Interior design projects, cards and fashion sketches. And what was once a media I did not appreciate, now has a special place in my design lovers world.
Now to the fun stuff, here is a collage of all my work
All pieces designed by Mslay
{Click picture to enlarge}

Friday, October 16, 2009

Dedicated to the Boys.

In case you haven't noticed I love my cats, alot. Everyday I come home and I'm sure to be the only one who calls their name and picks them up like a baby and talks to them. Does this make me look crazy? Whatever, I love how these cats have brought alot of peace, as well as chaos into the home.

My two black cats Momo and Dezmo were brought to us through divine intervention when our beloved Bombay was hit by a car last October.

He had big Golden eyes and loved posing for pictures!

Here Iam holding him a few days before he was killed. I cried for days, probably a whole month over this cats passing. I had Bombay since he was a kitten when my boyfriend gave him to me. This was one of the saddest days of losing a pet I have ever had. I remember waking up to screaming and crying, my dad holding my cat who was lying lifeless in his arms. I remember going to the grocery store that day to buy flowers to put next to my buried cat and started crying because of all the black cat Halloween decor.

A few days later I willed my dad to go with me to the animal shelter to just be around the cats that need attention. I didn't expect to bring another cat home anytime soon but that day we ran into a kitten that my dad instantly was drawn to.



I was drawn to this guy, I played with him for over an hour the first day I saw him. MoMo happy kitty is what I call him. Both of these guys happened to be brought in on the same day that Bombay was killed. I could not wait to bring these new kittens home even though I was still very sad about Bombay. The day I brought them home I was sooo excited to see them in a home of their own instead of a cage most likely waiting to die. So yes Iam that crazy cat lady and yes I love my cats.

So let me end this long and bittersweet blog with a photo of Momo looking down were Bombay is buried. I find very touching.

RIP Bombay June 2005-October 2008

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

ViVa La ViDa~Robert Palacios

Fullerton College Presents:
~Viva La Vida~
Day of the Dead inspired exhibition,
by multi-media artist Robert Palacios
Fullerton College Art Gallery
312 E. Chapman Ave.
1000 Building, Gallery 1004
Fulleron, CA 92832
October 15th-November 17th
~free admission~
Opening Night
Thursday October 15th

Thursday, October 8, 2009

Me Love This Cardi-Coat!

The first time I laid eyes on this sweater, cardi coat whatever the hell you wanna call it...I wanted it. Its from one of my favorite retailers Old Navy. I tried this sweater on during in August I believe, and it was probably 100' outside. I dreamt of wearing it to a football game, even though I don't go to them ever. Another place I would be seen wearing this is at a coffee shop doing my studies or while I'm walking the streets of Fullerton after dinner.
I have sadly not had a chance to wear this cardi coat to any of my mentioned destinations, however I wanted to show you my appreciation for it.
I think this is a MUST HAVE @ only $20.00!
Does anyone else own this cardi-coat or one similar?

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

The Solitude of Self

I want to share with you a very important essay, The Solitude of Self written by Women's Rights Activist Elizabeth Cady Stanton. I read her essay for the first time this past week and it has stayed on my mind ever since. Please take the time to read arguably the most eloquent essay on human rights ever written.

Address To The U.S. Congressional Committee Of The Judiciary Hearing: January 18, 1892

The point I wish plainly to bring before you on this occasion is the individuality of each human soul; our Protestant idea, the right of individual conscience and judgment-our republican idea, individual citizenship. In discussing the rights of woman, we are to consider, first, what belongs to her as an individual, in a world of her own, the arbiter of her own destiny, an imaginary Robinson Crusoe with her woman Friday on a solitary island. Her rights under such circumstances are to use all her faculties for her own safety and happiness.

Secondly, if we consider her as a citizen, as a member of a great nation, she must have the same rights as all other members, according to the fundamental principles of our Government.

Thirdly, viewed as a woman, an equal factor in civilization, her rights and duties are still the same - individual happiness and development.

Fourthly, it is only the incidental relations of life, such as mother, wife, sister, daughter, that may involve some special duties and training . . .

The strongest reason for giving woman all the opportunities for higher education, for the full development of her faculties, her forces of mind and body; for giving her the most enlarged freedom of thought and action; a complete emancipation from all forms of bondage, of custom, dependence, superstition; from all the crippling influences of fear - is the solitude and personal responsibility of her own individual life. The strongest reason why we ask for woman a voice in the government under which she lives; in the religion she is asked to believe; equality in social life, where she is chief factor; a place in the trades and professions, where she may earn her bread, is because of her birthright to self-sovereignty; because, as an individual, she must rely on herself. No matter how much women prefer to lean, to be protected and supported, nor how much men desire to have them do so, they must make the voyage of life alone, and for safety in an emergency they must know something of the laws of navigation. To guide our own craft, we must be captain, pilot, engineer; with chart and compass to stand at the wheel; to watch the wind and waves and know when to take in the sail, and to read the signs in the firmament over all. In matters not whether the solitary voyager is man or woman; nature having endowed them equally, leaves them to their own skill and judgment in the hour of danger, and, if not equal to the occasion, alike they perish.

To appreciate the importance of fitting every human soul for independent action, think for a moment of the immeasurable solitude of self. We come into the world alone, unlike all who have gone before us; we leave it alone under circumstances peculiar to ourselves. No mortal ever has been, no mortal ever will be like the soul just launched on the sea of life. There can never again be just such a combination of prenatal influences; never again just such environments as make up the infancy, youth, and manhood of this one. Nature never repeats herself, and the possibilities of one human soul will never be found in another. No one has ever found two blades of ribbon grass alike, and no one will ever find two human beings alike. Seeing, then, what must be the infinite diversity in human character, we can in a measure appreciate the loss to a nation when any large class of the people is uneducated and unrepresented in the government.
We ask for the complete development of every individual, first, for his own benefit and happiness. In fitting out an army we give each soldier his own knapsack, arms, powder, his blanket, cup, knife, fork and spoon. We provide alike for all their individual necessities, then each man bears his own burden.

Again we ask complete individual development for the general good; for the consensus of the competent on the whole round of human interests; on all questions of national life, and here each man must bear his share of the general burden. It is sad to see how soon friendless children are left to bear their own burdens before they can analyze their feelings; before they can even tell their joys and sorrows, they are thrown on their own resources. The great lesson that nature seems to teach us at all ages is self-dependence, self-protection, self-support . . .

In youth our most bitter disappointments, our brightest hopes and ambitions are known only to ourselves; even our friendship and love we never fully share with another; there is something of every passion in every situation we conceal. Even so in our triumphs and our defeats . . .

We ask no sympathy from others in the anxiety and agony of a broken friendship or shattered love. When death sunders our nearest ties, alone we sit in the shadow of our affliction. Alike amid the greatest triumphs and darkest tragedies of life we walk alone. On the divine heights of human attainments, eulogized and worshipped as a hero or saint, we stand alone. In ignorance, poverty, and vice, as a pauper or criminal, alone we starve or steal; alone we suffer the sneers and rebuffs of our fellows; alone we are hunted and hounded through dark courts and alleys, in by-ways and high-ways; alone we stand in the judgment seat; alone in the prison cell we lament our crimes and misfortunes; alone we expiate them on the gallows. In hours like these we realize the awful solitude of individual life, its pains, its penalties, its responsibilities: hours in which the youngest and most helpless are thrown on their own resources for guidance and consolation. Seeing then that life must ever be a march and a battle, that each soldier must be equipped for his own protection, it is the height of cruelty to rob the individual of a single natural right.
To throw obstacles in the way of a complete education is like putting out the eyes; to deny the rights of property, like cutting off the hands. To deny political equality is to rob the ostracised of all self-respect; of credit in the market place; of recompense in the world of work; of a voice in those who make and administer the law; a choice in the jury before whom they are tried, and in the judge who decides their punishment. [Think of] . . . woman's position! Robbed of her natural rights, handicapped by law and custom at every turn, yet compelled to fight her own battles, and in the emergencies of life to fall back on herself for protection . . .

The young wife and mother, at the head of some establishment with a kind husband to shield her from the adverse winds of life, with wealth, fortune and position, has a certain harbor of safety, secure against the ordinary ills of life. But to manage a household, have a desirable influence in society, keep her friends and the affections of her husband, train her children and servants well, she must have rare common sense, wisdom, diplomacy, and a knowledge of human nature. To do all this she needs the cardinal virtues and the strong points of character that the most successful statesman possesses. An uneducated woman, trained to dependence, with no resources in herself must make a failure of any position in life. But society says women do not need a knowledge of the world; the liberal training that experience in public life must give, all the advantages of collegiate education; but when for the lack of all this, the woman's happiness is wrecked, alone she bears her humiliation; and the solitude of the weak and the ignorant is indeed pitiable. In the wild chase for the prizes of life they are ground to powder.

In age, when the pleasures of youth are passed, children grown up, married and gone, the hurry and bustle of life in a measure over, when the hands are weary of active service, when the old armchair and the fireside are the chosen resorts, then men and women alike must fall back on their own resources. If they cannot find companionship in books, if they have no interest in the vital questions of the hour, no interest in watching the consummation of reforms, with which they might have been identified, they soon pass into their dotage. The more fully the faculties of the mind are developed and kept in use, the longer the period of vigor and active interest in all around us continues. If from a lifelong participation in public affairs a woman feels responsible for the laws regulating our system of education, the discipline of our jails and prisons, the sanitary condition of our private homes, public buildings, and thoroughfares, an interest in commerce, finance, our foreign relations, in any or all these questions, her solitude will at least be respectable, and she will not be driven to gossip or scandal for entertainment.

The chief reason for opening to every soul the doors to the whole round of human duties and pleasures is the individual development thus attained, the resources thus provided under all circumstances to mitigate the solitude that at times must come to everyone.
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In as much, then, as woman shares equally the joys and sorrows of time and eternity, is it not the height of presumption in man to propose to represent her at the ballot box and the throne of grace, to do her voting in the state, her praying in the church, and to assume the position of high priest at the family altar?

Nothing strengthens the judgment and quickens the conscience like individual responsibility. Nothing adds such dignity to character as the recognition of one's self-sovereignty; the right to an equal place, everywhere conceded; a place earned by personal merit, not an artificial attainment, by inheritance, wealth, family, and position. Conceding, then, that the responsibilities of life rest equally on man and woman, that their destiny is the same, they need the same preparation for time and eternity. The talk of sheltering woman from the fierce storms of life is the sheerest mockery, for they beat on her from every point of the compass, just as they do on man, and with more fatal results, for he has been trained to protect himself, to resist, to conquer. Such are the facts in human experience, the responsibilities of individual sovereignty. Rich and poor, intelligent and ignorant, wise and foolish, virtuous and vicious, man and woman, it is ever the same, each soul must depend wholly on itself.

Whatever the theories may be of woman's dependence on man, in the supreme moments of her life he can not bear her burdens. Alone she goes to the gates of death to give life to every man that is born into the world; no one can share her fears, no one can mitigate her pangs; and if her sorrow is greater than she can bear, alone she passes beyond the gates into the vast unknown.
From the mountain tops of Judea, long ago, a heavenly voice bade His disciples "Bear ye one another's burdens," but humanity has not yet risen to that point of self-sacrifice, and if ever so willing, how few the burdens are that one soul can bear for another! . . .

. . . So it ever must be in the conflicting scenes of life, in the long, weary march, each one walks alone. We may have many friends, love, kindness, sympathy, and charity to smoothe our pathway in everyday life, but in the tragedies and triumphs of human experience each mortal stands alone.

But when all artificial trammels are removed, and women are recognized as individuals, responsible for their own environments, thoroughly educated for all positions in life they may be called to fill; with all the resources in themselves that liberal thought and broad culture can give; guided by their own conscience and judgment; trained to self-protection by a healthy development of the muscular system and skill in the use of weapons of defense, and stimulated to self-support by a knowledge of the business world and the pleasure that pecuniary independence must ever give; when women are trained in this way they will, in a measure, be fitted for those hours of solitude that come alike to all, whether prepared or otherwise. As in our extremity we must depend on ourselves, the dictates of wisdom point to complete individual development.

In talking of education how shallow the argument, that each class must be educated for the special work it proposes to do, and all those faculties not needed in this special walk must lie dormant and utterly wither for want of use, when, perhaps, these will be very faculties needed in life's greatest emergencies! Some say, Where is the use of drilling girls in the languages, the sciences, in law, medicine, theology? As wives, mothers housekeepers, cooks, they need a different curriculum from boys who are to fill all positions. The chief cooks in our great hotels and ocean steamers are men. In our large cities men run the bakeries; they make our bread, cake and pies. They manage the laundries; they are now considered our best milliners and dressmakers. Because some men fill these departments of usefulness, shall we regulate the curriculum in Harvard and Yale to their present necessities? If not, why this talk in our best colleges of a curriculum for girls who are crowding into the trades and professions; teachers in all our public schools, rapidly filling many lucrative and honorable positions in life? They are showing, too, their calmness and courage in the most trying hours of human experience.
You have probably all read in the daily papers of the terrible storm in the Bay of Biscay when a tidal wave made such havoc on the shore, wrecking vessels, unroofing houses, and carrying destruction everywhere. Among other buildings the woman's prison was demolished. Those who escaped saw men struggling to reach the shore. They promptly by clasping hands made a chain of themselves and pushed out into the sea, again and again, at the risk of their lives, until they had brought six men to shore, carried them to a shelter, and did all in their power for their comfort and protection.

. . . Women are already the equals of men in the whole realm of thought, in art, science, literature, and government . . . The poetry and novels of the century are theirs, and they have touched the keynote of reform in religion, politics, and social life. They fill the editor's and professor's chair and plead at the bar of justice, walk the wards of the hospital, and speak from the pulpit and the platform; such is the type of womanhood that an enlightened public sentiment welcomes to-day, and such the triumph of the facts of life over the false theories of the past.
Is it, then, consistent to hold the developed woman of this day within the same narrow political limits as the dame with the spinning wheel and knitting needle occupied in the past? No! no! Machinery has taken the labors of woman as well as man on its tireless shoulders; the loom and the spinning wheel are but dreams of the past; the pen, the brush, the easel, the chisel, have taken their places, while the hopes and ambitions of women are essentially changed.

We see reason sufficient in the outer conditions of human beings for individual liberty and development, but when we consider the self-dependence of every human soul, we see the need of courage, judgment, and the exercise of every faculty of mind and body, strengthened and developed by use, in woman as well as man.

Whatever may be said of man's protecting power in ordinary conditions, mid all the terrible disasters by land and sea, in the supreme moments of danger, alone woman must ever meet the horrors of the situation. The Angel of Death even makes no royal pathway for her. Man's love and sympathy enter only into the sunshine of our lives. In that solemn solitude of self, that links us with the immeasurable and the eternal, each soul lives alone forever. A recent writer says:
I remember once, in crossing the Atlantic, to have gone upon the deck of the ship at midnight, when a dense black cloud enveloped the sky, and the great deep was roaring madly under the lashes of demoniac winds. My feeling was not of danger or fear (which is a base surrender of the immortal soul), but of utter desolation and loneliness; a little speck of life shut in by a tremendous darkness. Again I remember to have climbed the slopes of the Swiss Alps, up beyond the point where vegetation ceases, and the stunted conifers no longer struggle against the unfeeling blasts. Around me lay a huge confusion of rocks, out of which the gigantic toe peaks shot into the measureless blue of the heavens, and again my only feeling was the awful solitude.
And yet, there is a solitude, which each and every one of us has always carried with him more inaccessible than the ice-cold mountains, more profound than the midnight sea; the solitude of self. Our inner being, which we call our self, no eye nor touch of man or angel has ever pierced. It is more hidden than the caves of the gnome; the sacred adytum of the oracle; the hidden chamber of Eleusinian mystery, for to it only omniscience is permitted to enter.

Such is individual life. Who, I ask you, can take, dare take, on himself the rights, the duties, the responsibilities of another human soul?

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

You Kknow You're In The O.C. When...

Well well, this is getting a bit ridiculous!

You know you're in the OC when the car in front of you has a sticker showing their family &...

Sunday, October 4, 2009

Rain drops keep falling in my mind

This past weekend So Cal residents were swept away by the first cold-front of the Fall season, this is headline news in Orange County. I swear if there wasn't weather some people would have nothing to talk about, and this would be a problem. With the change of weather came a change in clothing, I saw sweaters, jackets, boots and some(alot of)brainless people in shorts and tube top dresses! The weather man predicted rain this weekend but it never came my way, however I did daydream of a new umbrella.
Here are two that stood out to me:
I love the zigzags, reminds me of Missoni for less money!

I could definitely see myself carrying this Popish poppy umbrella over my head.

Both Umbrellas were found here:

Saturday, October 3, 2009

A place to call home in my head and heart, creative writing

I need a place to call home in my head my heart my should. I travel on a plane that never lands pondering where to go next with my life. Whats the next destination where to how long will it take who will I take? I need some time to think some time to breathe I want some people to drop some things other wise I might throw them off this plane once and or all. I like to be alone sometimes however I need the warmth the comfort and the knowing look. I want a love for all life love in all ways from the earth from the trees I want no strings attached to some things. I don't think that anything lasts forever it must die one day. Why do I keep thinking about death lately an say such morbid things? I don't know I guess its all around you everybody knows nobody wants to talk about it. Its kinda like anything and everything and everyone has something that makes them uncomfortable, right?

Forever and ever I want to live on an Island just you and me and none of these stupid rules of where we have to be what we have to wear...none of it. We can have the life we want whatever we want we can make it happen. This is what we are being taught in class today, now its our decision that makes our destiny. What do I want? I want to know what the future holds I want to be in love forever I want to find a place I call home for a while with you. I want to be done with this crazy ass schedule that keeps me away from the ones I love to be in the presence of. I want to stop worrying about everything and anything that crosses my mind.

I just want to live in a Bossa Nova filled world seriously if I die all I want heaven to be is me floating in a world of Bossa Nova and no worries. Thats it Bossa Nova is like being closer to god, greatness everything about it is wonderful other wordly. I know some of you think Im crazy but I cannot sleep and have alot on my mind and this Bossa Nova is really making me excited to be alive and able to hear and see and know.

Friday, October 2, 2009

Gia Secret Garden

My Sister whom goes by her alias Gia from time to time was wearing a slew of colorful outfits this week so I wanted to share one. She is modeling in our backyard garden which is the perfect background for her citron tank and multi-colored scarf from her trip to Spain last Spring. Gia is one of those elf people that can look good in anything and she knows it and likes to show it. What do you think of her styling?

Fall Day In Fullerton

Today was my day off and I spent most of it with my cats and the outdoors. I swear I'm not a crazy cat lady as some may think. I just have very photogenic cats that pose for the flash. How could I not take their picture?
Oh today was also pay day so had to take almost all of my earnings and pay for those things you know bills...least favorite part of payday.
I took some of my gold and went out for a solo drive through Fullerton, something I do quite often. I actually like being alone its relaxing and opens my mind. I took lots of photos and complied them together to show you what Fall looks like in So Cal. Its actually starting to change in a subtle way, the leaves, wind, color of the sky however people still dress like Summer.
What does Fall look like where you live? Is the weather cold and damp or hot and dry?