Chalked Haul

A day of thrifting proved incredibly successful. I (the Homeless Hero) got the following for $17.50:

So, that's a pair of Timberland boat shoes, a vintage polka dot blouse, a cameo necklace, a pair of earrings, a Ralph Lauren flannel, a forest green tote bag with carpet trim, and a J. Crew wool peacoat (which I'm particularly proud of, seeing as it was only $3.00). Needless to say, I'm rather excited for winter now.

Proof

Consider the following photographic evidence that we're not figments of a deranged imagination.

Today we had a cinema date.

We feasted at the Ambrosia Cafe.

Don't let her expression fool you. The food was quite enjoyable.

The Homeless Hero sniffed flowers. As far as we know, this is a legal drug.

Following this, she unsuccessfully tried to scale this wall and damaged her foot in the process.

E. generally dislikes being in public.

We decided that this rock was made for sitting.

And that was pretty much our day.

-The Homeless Hero & E.

Rain

Every time weather changes here, people tend to go crazy over it and to a certain extent I can understand.  There are very few things I don't love about the rain, and it finally raining is a welcome change.

I might be insane, but I'm going to share my experience from tonight. I've had a really, honestly horrible week for a several good reasons, and also a couple of terrible ones (namely, attractive asian men.) I've been working very hard with little commitment- a contradiction, I know- to cheer myself up. Unsuccessful attempts have included crying, intoxicants, sleep, self-pity, and overworking myself.

Today was better. I came to terms with things. I realized that I was finally beginning to get over him, and it

was nice to feel rational again. At the same time, I still felt like moving on was never going to be quite as right for me. I really am fond of him.

Aside from that, I arrived home to find The Princess Diaries on the television. Nothing seems to be as comfortable as a nicely and coincidentally programmed favorite bad movie from childhood.

All of this combined still didn't clear everything, though. I was left with that horrible feeling that I'd been plagued with the rest of this week.

Here I come back to the rain. That first rain that has seemed so important to everyone else has never felt so important as it did tonight. Bundled up in enough layers to make me look like Ralphie's kid brother from A Christmas Story, I ventured out into my backyard and laid down on the highest ground I could find.

I'm not really sure how long I was out there; the time sort of felt endless, like the way it does in a good high. It didn't really feel like anything special, I guess. Cold and wet would be the obvious descriptors. It was interesting to feel the changes in the speed at which the rain fell. I couldn't find a pattern. It's rare to find anything in life that doesn't fall into a pattern.

Eventually I got tired of it and decided to go inside and warm up. As I stood up, I got this amazing burst of energy. It was truly something spectacular that after what couldn't have been more than fifteen minutes of lying down, I felt more refreshed and alive than after any nights' sleep for the past year. All of that feeling from this week was gone.

I don't know what it is, but there's something special about the rain.

Mucho amore,

The Homeless Hero

P.S.- I PROMISE I'll post more now. PINKY promise.

Dip-dye Denim (Hell yeah, alliteration.)

Okay, so I've found this website I adore that just has the best DIYs ... ever. It's called

HonestlyWTF. Today I decided I'd try one of my favorites- "The Ombré Denim." So, all credits for ideas go to them, but pictures that follow are of me trying it out. I have to say, I love it!

Rinsing those suckas out.

Checking out the dye.

My dog Duke helped.

Check out that ... DYE JOB, BITCHESS.

It's like a beautiful flag.

Which reminds me.

Happy 4th of July, guys! Hope you spent it in an equally fun way. C:

Love, from the Homeless Hero.

Summer of '11, meet my romper.

And, my dear romper, you'll be pleased to meet the summer of '11.

Let's be honest, this has to be the most functional piece of clothing in existence. No shirt, no shorts? No problem, have a romper.

Plus it's just fun. I mean even the word romper makes me want to jump around in a field of daisies.

And it's fun to say. Try it. ROMPER. Romper. romper.

I'm sorry for being so unbearably cheerful.

I JUST REALLY LIKE ROMPERS, GUISEEE.

Much Love,

The Homeless Hero.

P.S. Sorry about the terrible photo quality. I don't love my webcam either.

Does this not just inspire you?

I need to do something important with my life.

I hate Rebecca Black, but-

Just making a cake for my best friend's birthday, no biggie. Of course, not right now because it's the ungodly hours of the night. But I will tomorrow. Then we'll have before and after pictures.

Since I'm already on the subject, I'm just gonna make a shout-out to

the birthday girl. Her name's Hannah Breslau, and she is like no other. I've known this girl for what seems like the longest time, and it's safe to call her my best friend. She is one of the singularly most talented, brilliant, generous, and allover inspiring people on the planet. No matter where she moves; Boston, Sacramento, Kobe, or Pittsburgh, she makes a difference on peoples' lives.

She gives people someone to love.

Hannah, I will miss you so much when you move away again. I

don't even think I can describe it. But then again, I don't think I'll have to. I won't be missing you. Because I will put all my effort into staying your friend. Trust me, I intend to know the name of every guy you have a crush on. ;)

On your special day, (yes, I know it's a completely narcissistic concept, but let me have

this one) I hope that you have the best possible last-birthday-in-Sacramento. Love you so much. And when things get rough, always remember that there are people out there who love you for you. And I'll always be one of them.

"Because I knew you, I have been changed for good..."

Best Friends 'til the Banana Splits,

Sydney

P.S.- This picture kinda sucks, but then again, it's a little bit cute.