A Scrapalicious Scalp.

Being born on Earth Day gives me a certain obligation to follow the eco-friendly trend. I like to imagine myself as Princess of Nature since that title sounds so lovely, don't it? Ever since I learned those three magic words in elementary school, Recycle, Reduce, Reuse I've been adhering those codes to my royal life. Sure I love thrifting and dumpster diving, but I love re-making things from junk even more.

If you have been reading this blog, you must know by now that I am one hardcore DIYer. I am also a hoarder. I can't seem to let go of many things whether it be the stained girl scout shirt still in more drawer or the hubcap I randomly found on my adventure filled night to the Getty. (The hubcap was sadly thrown away during move out day because my dad decided to bring the sedan for all my things. all my things. I have a lot of things). Because of these two tendencies I have two large trash bags filled with fabric scraps that were left over from summers of random DIYing and my recent fashion show collection. I just can't let go. Not even of a little piece of fabric.

Thankfully, I listened to my instinct and saved the scraps because I found a new way to reuse these scraps in my everyday wear. Nothing earth-shattering here, just really simple and easy to do scrap projects for what else - your head. I have a self-professed love for all head deco so this was such a wonderful way to satisfy my craving while saving the last few dollars for Europe.

Some of these require no sewing at all! Perfect for all you DIY hungry fashionistas lacking a sewing machine or steady hands to thread the needle through the eye.

Like what you see? If you picked yes then good for you keep on reading. If you picked no is it because it's too much, too tacky for your taste, too weird for your chic? Then don't give up just yet because you can make anything to suit your own personal taste. That's what I love about DIY. It's your fashion.

So if you like what you see or you want to try to like what you see, I'll teach you how to make these. They're super easy and I bet most you could even do without a tutorial. But I'm feeling generous today. I'm in my mother teresa mode and nothing can stop me now.

First thing, these pieces (except Braidy Bunch) were attached to my head by a black ribbon. If you like, you can put these scrappy treasures on hair clips, headbands, scrunchies, pins or anything you like! Once again it's your fashion.

In my now attempt to be all professional sounding with official instructions here are the materials you need:

• Scraps in all sizes, colors, shape. Don't discriminate!
• Scissors
• Hot glue gun
• Ribbon
• Safety pins.
• Sewing Machine or thread & needle
• Yarn
• Any other bits and bobbins you want to add.
• Hands
• Mind
• Heart.

I'll start with the Twisted Cloud and Leprechaun Petals since they were the easiest.

1. First take a piece of scrap, preferrably a piece that is more squarish or roundish in size anything that's not super long and thin is what I'm trying to say.
2. Fold in the edges toward the center. Just fold. Fold it like you mean it. Twist it like you want it. Shape it as you like it.
3. Most of the edges should fall somewhere into the center.
4. Pin down and sew an 'X'.
5. Done.
6. Now just add a safety pin on the back size and loop it through a ribbon.

Braidy Bunch and Exploding Veins

1. Take fabric and cut into long strips. If strips aren't long enough you can always connect more pieces.
2. Braid it like a normal braid.
3. Tie the ends together with a little extra at the end so its like a bulbous rash on the top of your head. That's the braidy bunch for you.
4. For exploding veins, you braided fabric should be a little on the stiff side. Tie it in all random shapes and 3-D if you like.
5. Glue down to keep shape.
6. Slip ribbon through.
7. Done again. Wow that was fast!

Periwinkle Barnacles

1. For this one, take little rectangular pieces and just tie knots. Knot it like you know it.
2. The knots should form a circular shape. Cut loose ends.
3. Make many of these.
4. Clump together and use yarn to connect together. It will be a puzzle. Just try to make all the pieces attached.
5. Attach ribbon on left and right side of mass
6. Done. Now you can have a barnacle on your head.

As you can see, my instructions are rather lame. But that's the point. The point is to just get out your scraps and your trash and just do whatever. Play around with easy techniques like braiding and knotting and weaving and who knows what concoction you can come up with. Just remember there's no such thing as wrong. "Ew" maybe. But never wrong. I thought Periwinkle was super wrong at first but I've come to love it and it's wrongness is so right in my eyes.

Now go play with your scraps, create something "ew-abulous" and show me. I swear I won't laugh. Maybe just a little. But I laugh because I love it.

Off to packing again.

My Jet Setter Lifestyle: Post V-day Party and KC's "surprise" birthday

NOTE: Events and conversations have been slightly changed to heighten the cool factor of this story.


I'm quite the jet setter these days. I like to live my life fast and fierce. Yesterday, my posse and I hit it up big time. It all started last week when I got a call from funk master T.
"Hey you busy next weekend?" he said.

I flipped through my planner "Nah, I can schedule it in" I said.

"Cool" he said.

"Better plan up something wickedly fantastic" I said.

"When do I never?" funk master T replied.

"True that."

I hung up and got back to my business.

A week later I was back at home. The phone rang. It was funk master T.

"What's the plan?" I asked.

"We're gonna hit up the world today."

Awesome."

"Plus, it's KC's birthday on Monday so it can also be a surpise celebration as well. BusaBabe and I baked a cake. An awesome cake to be exact. With fruits and cake and flour."

"Awesome."

"See you tomorrow then."

"Awesome."

I went to bed. The night passed and I woke up. I got dressed in my obnoxious outift in preparation for my obnoxious day coming up. I called my chauffeur Barbie to come pick me up. He drove up in a newly refurbished 11 year old Nissan.

"Hello! Can you take me Target? I need to pick up some goodies for KC and then we got to go pick up KC around 10:30 if we want to make it in to for the flight to China."

"China?"


"Yeah. We're gonna dim sum it big time."

I opened the door that wouldn't open. "Excuse me Barbie, the door won't open."

"Oh sorry, this is the door that won't open. Sorry bout that. You can use the other door. That's the door that will open."

"No worries. It's all good."

Barbie drove fast and furious down the suburb paved roads. I could see the jealously pouring from the pores of old ladies as we speeded 40 mph in my tricked out 11 year old Nissan. Oh yeah.

I went into Target and was greeted by the smell of Target products. I picked up some great things and then off we went.

It was exactly 10:30 when we arrived at KC's palacial casa.

"WHY HElllllllo!!" I was greated by the ever cool, ever lovely KC.

"Heyyyyy!!"

"I like your tights. They remind me of trolls. But in a good way." She said.

"Aw thanks! And I like your face. It reminds me of a monkey. But in a good way" I said.

"Aw thanks!" She said.

We hoped into the car. Barbie drove at the speed of grease lightning towards the airport.

When we got thhere, we were early and so we waited for the rest. And we waited. And waited. And waited. It felt like we were waiting for Godot, but longer.

Finally, KC and I heard the sound of a "Take Me On" by the A-Ha's and we knew they were here. We were greeted by funk master T, BusaBabe and B.Boi. B.boi, our resident pilot unlocked the jet and we all hopped in ready to go dim sum it. Finally after 12 hours of flight, B.boi landed smoothly and we skipped towards dim sum. We ordered a number of yummies. It was all good but what I really wanted was some red tofu a euphemism for pork blood if you like. Finally the cart arrived and I got my heart's desire. I made everyone try some. KC was the only one who spit it back out. Oh lonely red tofu, you were rejected.

We ate delicious cake that BusaBabe and funk master T baked. The cake was yum.

"The cake is yum." I said.

After our brunch we decided to head over to the race tracks and get our racing on.

BusaBabe didn't have a license yet so she didn't quite know how to drive. She ran into KC.




Thank fully, KC was not harmed. I captured
I the incident on my camera. I became the agressive driver and decided to run funk master T over. It was unsuccessful because he just ran too fast. He was like Forrest Gump, but faster.

While waiting for the race to start, I gasped.

"Oh my god." I gasped.

"What is it?" Busababe asked.

"Look, it's a real life Beatle!"

"Where?"

"Over there on the bench!"
"Where?"

"Over there by the tree!"

"Where?"

"Over there!" I pointed.

She saw. She gasped. Our gasps had gone to waste seeing as it was only B.Boi wearing my old man glasses.

The race started and it was on. I got bumped into many times by an agressive driver in plaid. It made my angry, but I'm over it now.

Afterwards, I checked my watch.

"Oh shoot!" I exclaimed. The gang looked at me and all said "Oh shoot!" in unison. We were late. We had to get to London in time seeing as how we were guest DJing at the latest hipster club. BBoi flew at the speed of light and we were there in five minutes.

I worked my magic on the turntables while BusaBabe and KC did their mojo on the keyboard. B.Boi and funk master T went off to play video games instead. Typical. They did come back later to perform a special guitar showdown.

The people loved us and they wanted us to stay. I wanted to stay and party it up with the London kids, but sadly we had to go.

BusaBabe and I, being the international supermodels that we are had to rush over to Paris in time for a photoshoot. I'm the model with the octupus face and monkey hair, but BusaBabe is the sultry petite siren. I guess the photographer wanted a juxtaposition between the odd and the hot. I'm the odd one if you didn't know.

The shoot went fantastic. BBoi and funk master T just waited outside the studio smoking up chocolate cigars while me and BusaBabe did our stuff.

KC decided to jump into the picture, when all of the sudden, the photographer screamed. Like really screamed. Like a high pitched girl scream.

"A muse! A muse! A muse has been sent from the heavens above."

Apparently, the photographer was totally inspired by KC's monkey face that he fainted. We did our own photoshoot instead.

We also decided to go to Egypt. Just for random I guess. I saw the pyramids and sand.

It was getting late and we realized that we had to go back to LA for our major performance at the Cool Club. On the plane ride back we listened to some awesome music. The gang does have such great taste in music from Queen to Michael Jackson to David Bowie to Aqua to Phantom of the Opera to everything else that was cool in the 80's or 90's. Aww, my friends are so cool.

We landed at LAX and speed walked towards the club. In addition to being a sultry petite siren, BusaBabe is also the renown soulful sultress in our band. She and B.Boi make the best lead singers ever.

We rocked it out big time even though I was only backup. But as they say, every little role is important. KC was our resident robot dancer.




Funk master T feel asleep on this orange couch. We woke him up and told him it's time to go. We were finished with our gig.

"Let's go."

We left even though the crowd was begging us to come back.

I called up mommy. Barbie decided to take a nap at home so he couldn't come pick me up in his tricked out 11 year old Nissan.

I said goodbyes to everyone for a wonderful adventure.

"Good planning man! We hit it up big time!" I told funk master T.

"You know what they say, Go Big or Go Home" Funk master T said.

"For sure....for sure."

EDIT:GRRR...blog formatting makes me angry.