By now, you’ve heard over and over again that the world has lost Carrie Fisher.
I can’t possibly say anything more than countless others have said about her empowering contribution to girls and women everywhere, or her candidness about her mental health issues, or her pictures of her dog, omg, her dog.
But I can’t just say nothing. (It’s not my style, you know that.)
She was obviously much more than a character, but her role as Princess/General Leia was my introduction to her, and you have to know how treasured she is in this house for my grief to make any sort of sense.
On a tangible scale, our house is full of toys and costumes and wigs and books and movies and posters – all bearing her resemblance and containing her story – a story that feels as much a part of my molecular structure as anything else.
But beyond that – and beyond her most notable character, you have to know how much I appreciate real people who talk about real things and how we all suffer when the world has less of those people.
Be real. THAT is empowering.
Miss you, girl.
(Leaving you with a picture of my oldest dressed as Leia years ago, because duh, it’s the cutest.)
Me, after my first Star Wars viewing:
WHAT HAN NO WHY WTF.
Me, after my second Star Wars viewing:
Me, after my third (and fourth and fifth) Star Wars viewings:
KYLO REN KYLO REN KYLO REN KYLO REN KYLO REN KYLO REN KYLO REN KYLO REN KYLO REN KYLO REN KYLO REN KYLO REN KYLO REN KYLO REN KYLO REN KYLO REN KYLO REN KYLO REN KYLO REN KYLO REN KYLO REN KYLO REN KYLO REN KYLO REN KYLO REN KYLO REN KYLO REN KYLO REN KYLO REN KYLO REN
(Publicly rescinding anything I had previously said about him, because whoa.)
And then I polished my nails.
Needed for this design:
- Black, silver, white, red, orange, and yellow polish.
- Striping brush
- Makeup wedge (for lightsaber)
- Matte topcoat (for mask and lightsaber background)
- SuperShine topcoat (for lightsaber and rest of nails)
- An obsession with Solo boys, I guess, I dunno.
Someone landed here the other day by Googling “i experienced a pigeon sh**” and I think it’s the best/funniest thing to ever happen to my blog.
Speaking of pigeon shi**, I’m still dreading my hair. (I kid about the sh**, of course, but the general public seems to think that’s a thing, so…)
I have no idea if/how they’ll turn out or if I’ll even like them when they do, but there’s a pretty good chance I’ll be all about it and I finally came up with whatever it is that a person needs to come up with to go through with something like this, so I had to.
That and it’s just hair.
Anyway, I’m letting them free-form and it’s going to take foreverrrrrr, but I’ll update every once in a while (obvs.) so you can all see how they’re coming along.
Right now I’m on day 6 of washing with residue free shampoo and not brushing.
And apart from that one morning where I woke up and was all “OKAY, IS THIS MY FIRST BABY DREAD OR IS THIS MARSHMALLOW FROM LAST NIGHT’S S’MORES?” … it’s going super well.
My little homies found a nearly-the-size-of-their-tiny-hands polyphemus moth in our backyard this afternoon and then sat outside drawing it up in their little research journals, squealing about how cute it was, and making super scientific observations like “whoa, its butt feels way fluffier than its wings.”
Me, I was all “OH MY GOD, YOU GUYS, WHY I AM SO CLOSE TO THIS WINGED THING.”
(Ugh, all of their cute faces probably, because just look at him.)
If nerd badges were a thing and there was a race to get the most, I’m pretty sure I’d be in the runnings after spending Star Wars Day at Comic Con.
Though, according to my husband, it is a race and I already won long ago…
I stressed hardcore about which t-shirt to choose from, polished up some nerdy nails (will post on those later) and then went on with my bad-self even though I was a broke joke and that makes a vendor-filled con – ugh, filled with everything I could ever want – not as awesome as it could be if I were, I dunno, I millionaire…?
But whatever. I went and saw so many super rad cosplays in real-life instead of just in pictures. I awkwardly stared at the likes of Manu Bennett, Dean Cain, Ralph Macchio, Sean Astin and Robert Englund. I can fiiiinally say that I sat in on a panel – Matt Smith, the eleventh and dreamiest doctor. I won a couple of tickets for a movie screening, bought some Star Wars figures for my little crew, sat in the driver’s seat of the time traveling Delorean and met James Hong.
JAMES HONG, YOU GUYS.
If you don’t know who he is, it’s pretty unlikely that we already are or ever will be friends, but Big Trouble in Little China is on Netflix right now so STOP READING AND GO WATCH IT.
If you’re still here, I assume it’s because you already know who he is and so here’s a picture of us together after I told him all about how Big Trouble was the best movie of all time. And I settled for a picture even though I feel like we maybe should have chatted over a cup of coffee or something where I would have done my best Lo Pan impression and he would have asked to adopt me as a granddaughter, but alas…
He’s the adorable one on the right, I’m the insane looking one on the left, but JAMES HONG, YOU GUYS.