The Case for the... Um, Do I Really Have to Write a Title for This Entry?

Salutations to the readers of Domesticity! Now that I have your attention, I wanted to let you all know that our favorite blogger will actually be taking the next few days off -- because, as we all know, Meimei will be graduating with her Masters degree from Chaminade University of Honolulu on Monday night at the Blaisdell Arena. (And, aye, it also helps that this lovely redhead will be the commencement speaker for that night.) That also means that she has to take care of a lot of things chez Meimei - including the fact that her parents will be arriving in Honolulu over the weekend, and she still has that trip to Cleveland coming up in a matter of weeks. Which means, knowing her, it will take her one whole week to pack... especially if I had any say in the matter, ye ken?




Not if I had any say in the matter, you kilt-wearing bastard! At least I was in a movie that Meimei actually liked. By the way, people, since Meimei will be taking a break this weekend, I won't be surprised if she does end up taking some hot and sexy pictures of her own to post on this site before she goes to Cleveland. I also won't be surprised if she does end up posting something on No Book Left Behind while she takes a break from here, so -- BUTLER! Don't even make me go there and pour jet fuel over your head!



Amateurs, the lot of you. FEH.

*****

EDITED @ 9:22 PM to add: Yes, I finally finished the BBC version of State of Play - three hours of me screaming "Booyah!" and "Hell yes!" and other expletives. If you have ever worked in journalism, you owe it to yourself to rent it... and pray to the highest heavens that the remake doesn't mess it all up.

Randomesticity: What the Meimei Is...

Watching: State of Play - the original miniseries that aired on BBC, not the US remake that's currently being filmed right now. (Dagnabbit - Edward Norton, why did you have to leave that project? And what is up with Helen Mirren playing the Bill Nighy character?) What an excellent piece of work - just when you think you've got everything figured out, somebody pulls a rabbit out of the hat... and you're left there with a massive Whisky Tango Foxtrot expression on your face. So far I've finished Disc 1 (episodes 1-3), and the second disc (eps. 4-6) are forthcoming from Netflix. Well-acted, well-structured, well-written... can't wait to find out what happens next.

Before I go on, however, I'd like to take this moment to apologize to all the John Simm fangirls out there for not finding the boy attractive. Seriously, people - I don't think he's ugly, but he looks way too much like Mr. Happy Scribe that I can't even muster an ounce of hubba-hubba every single time he goes on screen. David Morrissey, on the other hand... dear goodness, I've found him hot ever since the PBS/BBC version of Sense and Sensibility, so I was pleasantly surprised to watch him play a jackass. (The moment when his Colonel Brandon holds out his arm, falcon in hand, and says, "Come," I wanted to say "yes" so badly.) And, of course, I can't let this entry pass without a mention of James McAvoy, who is so ruthless here that I can never imagine him playing the naif in period attire ever again - Last King of Scotland notwithstanding.

Listening to: I've finally put Madonna, Adele, and Leona Lewis to rest (although I did read in one of the papers over here that Leona was vacay-ing at the Big Island with her boyfriend), so I've been adding a lot of reggae on my playlist - in particular "Could You Be Loved" and "Welcome to Jamrock." (Funny, I thought I already OD'd on reggae in college...) Also revisiting two of my favorite music heroes - Jack Johnson and Raimund Marasigan - and discovering "Two Times" by The Blakes on iTunes.

Rolling my eyes at: Bill Kaulitz (um, is the world so deprived of emo boys that we now have to import them from Germany?); the never-ending Democratic primary; the current seasons for American Idol and Dancing with the Stars; the new Oceanic Time Warner commercial with the obnoxious woman from Maui who moved in with her boyfriend because he had Road Runner (eww!)

In need of: A good foundation brush. I bought a Taklon concealer brush at Longs once and I've been impressed with the coverage; at the same time, however, I'm running out of cosmetic sponges and don't really feel the need to buy more.

Craving: A nap and a massage.

Hoping to buy soon: Some dressy shoes, to go with the cap and gown I will be wearing for graduation this Monday.

Planning: Oh, yes, did I just mention that I'm going on a trip this summer? And who knew I could be so excited about leaving Hawaii... even for a tad bit?


...No, I am totally not joking about this. I really am going to Cleveland. (And thinking of ways to kill the time during the five-hour stopover at Portland.)

The Birthday Girl Speaks

I'm not the most demanding person... but if there's ever a chance that Jason Statham Gerard Butler an unexpected loved one would show up at my doorstep today, I would be thrilled to receive this as my omiyage:

Oh, Lilyfield. Never before has a sustainable box looked so downright glamorous.

Of course, I could go ahead and turn this blog entry into a sugar-daddy shopping list of Things I Want, but... right now, as I stand, I think this song (and the can't-embed video*) says it all.

*Why, yes, I also want to see Iron Man, too... maybe next week?

Money's Too Tight to Mention

Just when I thought that I had some money to burn... reality intervenes.

I really was looking forward to spending some B-day dinero this week, but somehow I got a hold of some very important bills that I have to pay. That gave me some pause, because I'm suddenly facing some tough decisions ahead - especially when you consider that I am going to be losing some important student privileges once I graduate in three weeks. We're talking about things like rent, health insurance... and an upcoming working vacation in a certain city on the US Mainland, which I am in the process of confirming.

Yeah, I know: Some people would kill to have my problems right now. And as much as I would love to be walking up with a nice little outfit to go with my black robe and Masters' stole, I don't know if I could do that at the risk of going completely broke. Or, worse, broke and uninsured... which was exactly what happened to me, one month after the last time I marched down an aisle with a tasseled hat.

Temporary happiness, or long-term gratification?

Somewhere down the road, I do have to break down and be the grown-up. Home cooking and Netflix have become my friends - along with the Hawaii State Library, Lyon Arboretum, and the yoga DVDs that I inherited from my sister. Most of the things that I don't need have either been thrown away or given away, and I'm more determined than ever to "hit the pan" on the shadows and lip glosses in my beauty stash that have not gone rancid on me.

And yes, I still make sure that I get 5 cents for every bottle and can that I take out for recycling.

There's even a stash of broken gold jewelry that I'm seriously thinking of selling off as scrap metal. Yes, you heard me - and you're probably thinking, But they're still jewelry! To which I say, it's still gold - I'm not expecting much money to come out of it, but I'd rather see it "recycled" by a legitimate local company (none of your Internet recycling thingamajigs for me, thanks) than let it lie unused in my jewelry box. Besides, if I'm going to pass anything down to my kids, I'd rather that they inherit the stuff that actually works.

It's not the easiest thing to go through, I know. But I'm confident that I'll be able to pull this one through. :)

Design Crush

Could I be turning into a fangirl for Phillip Lim?

Never mind that it will probably take me ages (including an increase in earning power and a decrease in poundage) before I can get away with wearing his stuff off the rack. I've already gushed about the 3.1 Phillip Lim blouses that I just saw at Nordstrom, and I'm not surprised that his latest spring collection has some precious surprises as well.

This dress, in particular, reminds me of one of the '70s dresses I used to play dress-up with in my Mom's closet:

And the detail on this gown, despite the rusty hue, belongs in the There But For the Grace of God Go I file:

So when I heard that Phillip Lim was going to be one of the featured designers for the 2008 Gap Designer Editions (more information from official Gap press release here), I immediately packed myself off to the nearest Gap store and ogled all the goods. Naturally, out of all the designer shirts on parade, it came as no surprise that my favorite design of all was, indeed, a 3.1 Phillip Lim.

So deceptively simple, so surprisingly flattering. I don't know about you, but I think it's the V-neck and Empire waist detail that gets me on this one; there's no risk of looking like a Styrofoam board or a prissy schoolmarm with a shirt like this. I can totally see this as part of a first-date outfit with skinny black pants or a pencil skirt with heels.

And at the low MSRP of $78, you can snap it up at Gap without having to wait for your next raise.

Because I'm Roman Catholic That Way...

Then the LORD God said to the serpent:
"Because you have done this, you shall be banned from all the animals and from all the wild creatures;
On your belly shall you crawl, and dirt shall you eat all the days of your life.
I will put enmity between you and the woman, and between your offspring and hers;
He will strike at your head, while you strike at his heel." - Genesis 14-15

And how can people preach unless they are sent? As it is written, "How beautiful
are the feet of those who bring (the) good news!" - Romans 10:15

The Papal shoes are the red leather outdoor shoes worn by the Pope. They should not be confused with the indoor papal slippers or the Episcopal sandals, which are the liturgical footwear proper to all Latin Rite bishops. - Wikipedia, "Papal Shoes"

The most widely publicized papal branding event appears to have been the result of mistaken identity.

Over the past few months, scores of media reports have dubbed Benedict XVI the "Prada Pope," crediting the Italian fashion house with having made the pope's eye-catching red loafers.

The senior Vatican official says the loafers were actually made by the pope's personal cobbler. But Prada has refused to confirm or deny the reports, allowing the press speculation to continue. A spokesman for Prada said the fashion house lacked "the necessary elements" to make an accurate determination. - Wall Street Journal, April 25, 2006

Say what you want about Pope Benedict XVI - or, as one of my ex-seminarian friends often called him, "The Zinger" - but you gotta admit, those red leather Papal shoes are super fantastic.

Making More Faces

The entry I wrote yesterday about Lauren Luke/Panacea81's video blog made me even more nostalgic for the late, great Kevyn Aucoin, and in particular the looks from his books Making Faces and Face Forward. It's no secret that I loved reading those books, both for the fantastic makeup tips and the equally fantastic musings of the master himself, as he expounded at length on his philosophy about beauty and life and how makeup can really, truly, change one's life.


Like a good majority of us in the blogosphere, I never got to meet the man himself, but I was definitely reminded of something Kevyn once said when I wrote my recent blog tribute to Kevyn for No Book Left Behind: "Life is too short to spend hoping that the perfectly arched eyebrow or hottest new lip shade will mask an ugly heart." Kevyn's life was short, for sure, and if he had worked with some of the ugliest hearts in the celebrity universe, you can be sure you won't hear it straight from him, knowing that he has endured worse.


And if you had any doubts, here's a first-hand account from one of his collaborators during a photoshoot for Face Forward with Martha Stewart, which resulted in the photo on the right:

He picked up and it was Cher calling. When Martha realized who Kevyn was talking to, she snatched the phone from him and asked, 'Cher, should I trust this guy?' To which Cher replied: 'With your life.'

The Kevyn makeovers I enjoyed the most, in fact, were not the star-studded cameos in Making Faces and Face Forward, but the straightforward portraits of everyday women transformed with a flick of the brush. Those makeovers were the reason why I never let a January pass without a copy of Allure, and why I never wanted to miss a day of Oprah if he was the one doing the soccer-mom makeovers. He definitely had the special gift of letting one's inner light show, making anyone - and I mean anyone ("girl, boy, bakla, tomboy," as we say in Tagalog) - feel beautiful, loved, and valued.


No wonder, then, that I'd be so transfixed by Lauren's vlog makeovers. There's something about her that just reminds me a bit of Kevyn - not the exact makeup looks per se (though the "Michelangelo of Makeup" would most certainly approve of what his disciples have begotten) but the generosity and enthusiasm. that she has in sharing her looks. Not everyone has the courage and enthusiasm to go before the camera and say, "I'm not a professional, but I love makeup and I want to share that love with you." It's the very definition of generosity, if you ask me; nothing commercial, nothing desperate, only a kindred soul who's just willing to take the risk of putting her true self out there for all to see.


As I've said before, every single one of us who has ever followed the beauty and fashion industry - right down to us lowly bloggers - every one of us owes a huge debt to Kevyn Aucoin. Not all of us may have his talent with eyeliner, or own a single product from his line (though, if anyone else is reading this, I would kill for a pot of The Sensual Skin Enhancer), but his legacy truly does live on.

Pick up one of his books, if you haven't already (even the posthumous tribute A Beautiful Life has a few of his classic techniques), and prepare to be inspired.