Photo-A-Day 21

day twenty one: a fave photo of you


That’s me on the left in full NYE regalia, complete with big ol’ false eyelashes, with my friend Lisa.  This was New Year’s ’10-’11, the year we hosted a swanky get-together at our place.  I spent lots of time getting dolled up but couldn’t help feeling a little like Snooki (you can’t see it in this photo, but my hair was really big, and the dress was rather similar).  But at least I look good here!

Photo-A-Day 20

day twenty: handwriting


Spent a good chunk of my day off with good people, eating good food and drinking good drinks, at Trina’s Starlite Lounge.  Their bloody Marys are delish and our waitress, Camille, was awesome.  And they serve pitchers of Kool-Aid (a luxury I was never allowed in my super-crunchy childhood)!  Yum.  How did everyone else spend their day off?


Photo-A-Day 19/I’m cute.

day nineteen: something you hate to do

Ugh.  Cleaning up after myself.  This is one part of adulthood that does not come easily to me, particularly after performing two nights in a row.

Oh, and now something I don’t hate!  Julie from Life with a Cinnamon Girl (local blogger!) was kind enough to bestow this sweet award on my little blog.

Upon receiving this award, you are to:
1) Link back to the person who awarded you
2) Answer all of the award questions
3) Tell something about yourself that you haven’t told anyone on your blog yet
4) Award as many bloggers that you think are worthy of this award and make them aware of it.

What is your go-to makeup brand?
Anything with glitter.  Or made by Lush (they don’t technically make much make-up, but that’s the brand I’m most fanatically loyal to).

What was your favorite fashion trend of 2011?
My life was certainly enriched by the introduction of those Sally Hansen nail strips.

What is your favorite dessert?
Lemon meringue pie or creme brulee.  Or, y’know, anything else you’ll give me.

What is your favorite color?
Green?  Purple?  Everything?
What is your middle name?

The last song you listened to?
Dirtywhirl by TV on the Radio.
Dogs or cats?
Without a doubt, dogs.  I love pretty much every dog I meet.  (Unless it’s this cat.)

Something I haven’t mentioned on my blog before..
I have asthma, which can be triggered by laughing too much (which I just did at that cat link).

Now it’s time to pass it on!

I follow so many blogs right now, it’s hard to narrow this down at all, so I’m just gonna send it on to my lovely friend Julia of Peaches and Dream.  Woo!

Two Emilys/Photo-A-Day 18

Something I love about my life?  I get to live two of them.

Seriously!  Since I started doing burlesque in 2010, I’ve gotten to have two identities: Emily and Polly.

Polly channels Stevie Nicks. And Ke$ha.

Emily in the morning/day eighteen: drink

It really is quite liberating.  Take, for example, our Facebook pages (that’s right, Polly has her own).  While Emily may post about any number of things, ranging from our new blender* to what I wore to work, Polly is pure id.  Hungover?  Shopping for domme-y underwear?  Repressing urges to tear off my clothes and go streaking through the office?  All Polly.  Even my Google Reader shows this: Emily subscribes to blogs about motherhood (my favorite is Julie’s) and home decorating, while Polly reads the Hubba Hub and 21st Century Burlesque Magazine.  As I write this, I realize it must sound a little disordered and somewhat schizophrenic, but I assure you, it’s not.  These two worlds coexist quite happily in our home; right now, for example, I’m sitting at our dining room table, sipping a smoothie I just made out of all sorts of good, healthy stuff.  Strewn in front of me are Bananagrams, my inhaler, glitter glue, and a sequined bustier.  We’ve got Christmas cards from friends strung up on the wall** and tasseled pasties on the side table.  I guess the best thing about these two worlds is when they overlap: when my friends (or my parents!) come to our shows, or when I find glitter in my husband’s beard.***  It’s times like this, like this morning, when I woke up next to him, with remnants of eyelash glue still on my face,**** that I feel so lucky to be able to be these different people, both of whom are distinctly me.

*I finally opened it!

**Probably time to take those down, now that I think of it.

***No really, this happens a lot.

****That shit’s hard to get off, especially when you’re dead tired.

Photo-A-Day 16

day sixteen: something new

My new wig, on my makeshift wig stand/cardboard box on the toilet.  It was looking a bit stringy, so I rigged up this setup to encourage it to foof up a bit.  I’m wearing it for our show this weekend – my first time performing in a wig (up until recently I’ve had too much hair to fit in one)!  Here’s hoping it stays on my big head.

Photo-A-Day 15

day fifteen: phone


This is from my dollhouse, which used to belong to my Grandma Margaret.  When I was young and visiting her in Kansas, I’d spend hours taking each little item out, holding it in my hands, and placing it back.  I rearranged all the furniture and sewed little pillows for the tiny sofa.  After she died I inherited it, and we finally drove it from my parents’ house  back here to Boston about a year ago.  One of these days I’d like to give it the TLC it deserves.


Photo-A-Day 14/Happy Valentimes!

day fourteen: heart

That’s right, that ❤ counts as a heart.  This is from the note that came with the flowers sent to me at work today by my sweet husband.  We don’t usually do anything particularly extravagant for V-Day, but I guess I had mentioned more than once that I’d never had flowers sent to me, so he must’ve gotten the hints I were (somewhat) subconsciously dropping.  And I’ll admit it: it’s kind of freaking awesome to have a stranger deliver you flowers at your place of employment.  They came early enough in the day that I got plenty of smug*, sitting-next-to-flowers time.

So now I just have to wrap up my workday so I can go meet that sweet man of mine for some Valentine’s Day sushi.  We’re going to check out Thelonious Monkfish, which I am super excited** about.  Also, I look really cute*** today, if I do say so myself, which always feels like an accomplishment the day after a burlesque show when I’m running on fumes.****

So here’s to lurve.  Happy Valentine’s Day!



* That’s right, I’ll admit to feeling smug.

** Dude, they have something called Gaga’s Monster Roll!

*** I’d have an artistic pictorial of my outfit for you if I was a proper blogger, but since I’m still getting my bloglegs, you’ll just have to make do with this awesome bathroom mirror shot (feel free to Photoshop a Pop Tart in there if you’d like):

A successful Work-Appropriate Outfit I Wasn't Embarrassed To Be Seen In.

Top: Urban Outfitters circa 2007; cardigan: Target via my friend Lucy at our clothing swap; skirt: J.Crew courtesy of gift card from my mama-in-law.  Flat hair: shut up, I ran out of hairspray.  

**** Fumes = six hours of sleep and all the glitter I couldn’t wash off this morning.