BPAL and art

Looks like Titian is the runaway favorite, but no fear - I'll do Bernini as well, because otherwise Chessica will hunt me down and beat me with a potato. Simoni Martini probably deserves his own little bit because I can then talk about the controversy about the very famous image that might be his and might not be his. And for those of you curious about the two bottom guys, I'll throw those in. The policy at Casa de Sienamystic is for every customer to be a happy customer!

Looks like at the moment, I'll be ordering this from BPAL: imps of Hymn, Seraphim, and Lolita for eccentricartist, and Rome, Manila, and Bess for me, plus a five ml bottle of Whitechapel (yum!) and maybe Tenochtitlan or Vinland(also yum). If anybody has any strong feelings on these scents ("the description sounds great but it really smells like two dead skunks decomposing at the bottom of a sewer pipe") please let me know *g* Persia, Cherbear, want to get in on the order?

Woes of a fat girl

I'm in the middle of a particularly pernicious body image issue with myself right now, brought about by a couple of things - namely particularly bad food choices made in the past two weeks or so, and then seeing a spectacularly unflattering photo of myself taken in an outfit I had up until now rather liked - serving as the primary causes. So I've been eating bad things, feeling blah and icky about eating them, but somehow it's not stopping me from stoping to think for a second before I eat again (ooh, horror movie title: Stop Her Before She Eats Again!)

Part of it is not having the gym to go to, but I am still teetering on the decision about what to do with my alotted money for it. When I say that I need shoes, I'm not just being girly and shoe-crazy. I have two pairs of sandals that are ancient and which don't smell all that fabulous, a pair of cute shoes that have no sole left and the fake cork on the side has peeled away, and my all-year-round brown laceup men's Sketchers. If I want to wear a skirt, I've got almost no option. And yet, maybe it's better to just deal with that and get to the gym, since I'm feeling so punky about it.

Is $96 dollars really a big sum for two people to attend a gym for one month? (Gym includes a pool, weight room, treadmills, racketball courts, and the rest of the usual amenities, plus free classes of the step aerobics/spinning type that I have yet to avail myself of.) I've been told that the monthly fee is too expensive, but my memories of Gold's Gym make me think that compared to Bally's, Golds, Sport and Health, and all the other big chains, it's a good price. I could sign up at the Dept. of the Interior gym for a very low fee ($33 a year, plus $26 each month, no pool but weight machines and treadmills and the like) but that's just for me and means that I leave Bemo to find his own gym. I've already proven to be dismal at working out at home, mostly because it means shifting furniture around to get the space.

Oy, all this whining, and all because I see a photo of myself in what I thought was a cute turtleneck, and which instead is the All Belly, All The Time shirt. Thankfully I was able to dodge out of the shot when the local news cameraman came to film our exhibit - I don't need to see myself on film looking like a giant purple beachball. (Speaking of which, if you're interested, local people can tune to the news on channel 9 at five or six to hopefully see our museum. It's the kind of piece that gets bumped, so it's not a guarantee, but look for the bright aqua walls.)