Hiatus :(

In a fantastic collusion of the Fates against my blogging endeavours, my ancient monitor decided yellow was the new black within a week of my ancient laptop finally giving up the ghost and murdering its second power cable.

There’s probably some kind of meta-message about placing more emphasis on the maintenance of core infrastructure, or something.

Anyways, what with the above, and things getting a little hectic in the Real World, I shall be taking a wee break.  I’ll still be doing my nails and trying to master the art of taking pictures of my face which look like me, and as we head back into winter there’ll be new outfits and amazing boots, so believe me there are posts to come … and I won’t be gone long.

Promise!

Wednesday Wanty: The Wanty List

There’s a new page up there (*points*) entitled Wanty List.  It’s fairly self-explanatory, and it’s what all the cool kids are doing, so there you go (plus, as it says, if I tried to write this down somewhere I’d just lose it, amongst the thousands of other Very Important Notes scattered around the house.)

Really it’s only of use to myself, unless I one day achieve such epic fashion/fatshion influence that people flock to see what I deem desirable.  Or I develop such obsessed enemies that they connive to buy all available stocks of things I want just to torment me. That could totally happen.  If supervillains can try to destroy America’s milk supply so its children are weaker soldiers, I can totally have frivolous millionaire enemies.

(I totally admire the long-term planning involved in that scheme.)

But anyway, it’s there!  Now you know!  Your lives will be improved by this knowledge.  Carry on.

2012!

Happy New Year, tiny pool of readers!

I’m not really a New Year’s Resolutions kind of person in the first instance – I connect a lot of the pressure around them to the Fantasy of Being Thin – as in, you’re meant to commit to some kind of huge life-changing new behaviour which will magically make you a whole new awesome perfect person – despite the fact that humans are pretty crap at changing the big things that make them them, and that even if you do lose the weight, quit smoking, stop drinking, join a gym, etc etc, you’ll still be you, with your past and your habits and your personality.

And of course, I’ve listed off some of the classic resolutions there, and gosh, aren’t they all united in a wonderful puritanical body-hating worldview which equates being a moral person with being a person who does/doesn’t do X, Y and Z and whose morality is demonstrated by their thinness and/or self-denial.

Of course, to completely contradict myself, there is some kind of logic to using the (arbitrarily-determined anyway) beginning of the year to mark our choices, our decisions, the small areas we might like to focus on for the medium-term future.  (Christ, that’s a wanky sentence I just wrote.)  So a few distinctly non-resolute resolutions from me:

1. Keep reminding myself, where possible, and largely through this blog, that I am awesome and foxy.
2. Be happy with the things I have, and acknowledging the privilege that provides many of them, but not to the point of cancelling out the good
3. Enjoy the good times, value the good people, stop ridiculously over-sweating the small stuff

They’re not fixed-point goals or numbers and they don’t carry the unspoken “or I’ll prove I’m a terrible person” rider that seems to be a regular feature.  They’re ideas for how I want to live my life anyway.  And they’re woo-y and personal and shit, but hey, my blog, my self-indulgence.

Have an awesome 2012, people.  May we all be as awesomely happy as Mo’Nique looks.

Things are still in holiday mode in the Large Pink Household, so enjoy a few Fat-o-sphere classics for a week or so till things get off the ground and/or I run out of holiday cheer.  By which I mean cider.

SOCKS

“You’ll need these,” whispered the voice.  In the fetid gloom she made out something rising over the top of a cubicle.  She reached up nervously and touched softness.  It was a bundle of wool.  Her fingers explored it.

“A pair of socks?” she said.

Terry Pratchett, Monstrous Regiment

Having been woefully ill over the past week, I declare this post Sock Appreciation Post.

Because when you’re down and out on the sofa watching a lot of SoHo and mainlining orange juice, or even when all’s well and you’re just schlumping around the house on the weekend and can’t be bothered getting properly dressed, it is so damn nice to have a bright, random pair of warm socks on your feet.

Unlike their bastard cousins, stockings, socks never let us down.

I may be a little out of it on Strepsils and hyperdoses of vitamin C, but seriously.  I love my socks.

Struck down by dreaded lurgy

Foul plague has struck my household, hence a lack of posting!  (Plus, usual ill-at-home outfit of pyjama pants and ancient black t-shirts, accessorized with puffy eyes and a red nose, is not my best look.)

Future posts shall include:  MOAR Muppets nail polish, 101 things to do with an adorable black-and-berry dress, and What I Wore On Election Day.

But now, it’s back to bed with me, and a thankful nod to whatever powers may be for stocked-up episodes of Mad Men and Finding Bigfoot.

1,000 views!

A Large Pink Woman (and one bit of gauze) has reached 1,000 pageviews.

That little voice in the back of my head is reminding me that the vast bulk of you are friends and family linked through from Facebook, with a little help from getting included in the 42nd Down Under Feminists Carnival (squee!) but visual celebration is required anyway.

Queen Latifah having a fabulous time and swinging her hair.

Christina Hendricks looking stunning in Christian Siriano.

Michelle Yeoh.  ‘Nuff said.

And of course, GAGA.

A Large Pink Woman and One Bit of Gauze: the beginning

“Art is greater than the sum of its mere mechanical components, corporal,” said the curator.  “Surely you hwould not say that Caravati’s Three Large Pink Women and One Piece of Gauze is just, ahem, ‘a lot of old pigment’?”

Terry Pratchett, Thud!  p44