Friday, August 31, 2007

I think they got the alias...

If you ever find yourself veering off I-35 just south of downtown, stop in at Barbara's Pavillion - the dive-iest, funkiest, coolest, gayest gay bar in the area. And when you're veering, be sure it's on a Thursday night when it's karaoke all-night long! Here was last night's line-up (I'll try to list the songs in order of performance, but I'm not making any promises.):

Jason: "Nine to Five" by Dolly Parton
Me: "Kiss on My List" by Hall & Oates
Laura: "Let's Hear It for the Boy" by Denise Williams
Me and Ashleigh: "I Know What Boys Like" by The Waitresses
Jason: ??? (I have a vague memory of him singing another song...........)
Me: "Gloria" by Laura Branigan
Laura and Vanessa (the girl with fab red pumps): "That Thing" by Lauren Hill
Me (with help from Laura and Ash): "Forever In Blue Jeans" by Neil Diamond

As you can see, I am plagued with stage fright and really don't like singing all that much. *wink wink* Here's a funny photo of Jason singing "Ghostbusters" last summer at Barbara's:

And here's one of me on stage (flanked by Dancey Jen, Ashleigh, and Kristi) one night at Barbara's when it wasn't karaoke night. Go figure. I hate the stage, right?

Note: You can see Ashleigh wearing my She Sells Seashells necklace and matching earrings. Jen had just bought it for her for her birthday.! That was a year ago almost to the day! Check it out below:

Thursday, August 30, 2007

Conchita Laredo

I'm not sure who Conchita Laredo is, but I just got a call on my private line at work asking for her. I imagine her with fruit on her head and a sarong 'round her waist, sipping a coconut rum drink with little umbrellas in it. Who are you, Conchita Laredo?

My brand new etsy store is open for business! Within in the first few hours I made 2 sales for 3 items total. Awright! This new store is called Tefi's Stash and it's solely for the supplies and beads that are causing my studio to overflow. Rather than sit on them and ponder what the heck to do with it all, I'm offering it up to you fine folks out there in nevernevercraftland. Here's my new banner:

Check out my stash and shop til you *pop*! (Signing up to shop on etsy is just like ebay, but easier and so much cooler! CLICKY HERE)

Friday, August 24, 2007


As of late, I've been totally into the dangly necklace thing. The longer and more vibrant, the better. I went to Curiosities in Lakewood a couple weekends ago and bought some antique skeleton keys and wooden dominoes. I need to drill holes in the game pieces to make them necklace-worthy, but in the meantime I've already started new designs with the skeleton keys:

Skeleton Key I

Here are a couple other designs that play with the notion of real things in nature while being quirky and funky enough for anyone:



All of these necklaces are available at my etsy shop. And don't forget I've got all sorts supplies for sale, too! Have you seen my studio lately? It's crammed full of more stuff than I'll ever be able to use. So dig in already! (NB: Tefi's Stash is now open and features all of my beads and supplies for sale straight from my stash to you! Clicky here.):

Wednesday, August 22, 2007


As I got up from my desk this morning to get that necessary second cup of coffee, I caught a whiff of myself. I just looooove the perfume I'm wearing. Jason got it for me for my birthday back in May after I sniffed it on Ellen. It's one of the many Christian Dior perfumes - called Addict 2 - it comes in a pretty pink bottle.

Another recent fave of mine is DKNY's Be Delicious. The scent comes in a funky green bottle that looks a bit like a blobby spacecraft, and I half expect little green spacemen to come tromping out every time I spritz myself. It was a tad on the pricey side, even at the cheap-o perfume place in the mall, but well worth every drop.

I'm reminded of the book Perfume by Patrick Suskind. I read it back in college and loved it, thanks mostly in part to my odd sense of smell and my beloved nose, a.k.a. The Super Sniffer. The book is weird and creepy and so interesting. (Francophiles beware: the main character, a rogue murderer, is named Grenouille. But are you surprised? The author is German!) I'd let you borrow it, but it is strangley absent from my shelf. I think I lent it to J_____ years ago. She's a bit on the crazy side and we don't talk anymore so I'll just have to let that one go...

And speaking of smelly goodness, do you remember these? I had them all over my Trapper Keeper!

Saturday, August 18, 2007

Catamarans and Parrots

Last night Jenn and I went on a pub crawl hosted by our hostel. Lots of young foreigners and vodka - superb! Today we went on a catamaran cruise around the bay. We barely made it after a mad sprint along The Embarcadero from Pier 9 to Pier 29 then hopped on a rikshaw that took us to Pier 39. We sprinted to dock I and just barely made it onto the boat. The tour was awesome and I still have my sea legs - wobbly and all. Then we walked to Telegraph Hill and up Coit Tower. The view was magnificent. We didn't see the parrots on the Hill, but we did catch about 7 flying by us near the wharves - bright flashes of green and red squacking in mad delight.

Now back at the hostel we are going to head out to The Stinking Rose where it's all garlic all the time. Then tonite we're off to an 80's dance club with Debra, a woman staying at the hostel who we met on the pub crawl last night.

Tomorrow we're doing the hippie Haight-Ashbury neighborhood, Chinatown, and Union Square. Then for dinner we're doing a crazy transvestite dinner club-type/singing lounge thing called Asia SF.

Right now the screen is moving up and down before my eyes. Looks like I've not only got my sea legs, but my sea arms, my sea eyes, my sea hands...and definitely my matted crazy sea hair. Life is good.

Friday, August 17, 2007

Greetings from San Fran, the city of ...?

What's it the city of? Lights? Hills? Cool breezes? Cafes? Tired feet?

This morning I went bright and early to an Italian cafe called E Tutto Qua ("it's all here"). They were only serving coffee that ealry so I had a superstrong cappucino and read more of The Poe Shadow, a novel I bought at the DFW airpot. Then I huffed it to Washington Park and ate at Cafe Divine - a ham and red pepper quiche and a side of home fried. Deeeelish. Then I walked back to my room and slept a good half hour. After that I walked down to the piers on Embarcadero and read a little more as the sound of seagulls interrupted my reading every 3 seconds.

As I sit in the internet cafe of my hostel waiting for my cousin to arrive, I'm reminded of some interesting things of note:

* Lots of cool boutiques on Grant St. to visit, esp. one specializing in funky beaded necklaces.
* Guy at E Tutto Qua had a cast on his leg painted in red, white, and green.
* Only seen one homeless person so far, and he whispered a plea for change. I was expecting more hostile beggars. We'll see.
* Didn't make it to Telegraph Hill to see the parrots. I figured Jennifer might like to see that, too. Plus, my thighs were shaking and I was dead tired.

A busy morning indeed!

Wednesday, August 15, 2007

The San Francisco Treat

This time tomorrow I'll be at the Green Tortoise Hostel in the heart of San Francisco. What will preceed this is a trip on an airport shuttle, a haul on Caltrain from San Jose to San Fran, a stint on a Muni bus, and a short huff to the Green Tortoise. I can't wait!

As is tradition for me, here is my inagural photo, pre-trip. See ya when I get back!

Papas Fritas

Life with a Super Sniffer is never easy. Those of us both blessed and cursed with an oddly strong sense of smell are always the first to notice a fart, or a field of flowers, or a dead skunk coming up in 5...4...3...2...there it is. We can also detect if your large aunt Sally has been passing out hugs to her favorite nephew, or if your grandma is making her famous salmon croquettes, or if that skanky girl at your work who still thinks wearing Loves Baby Soft is "neat-oh" has been hanging around your cubicle again....

But let me get to the point.

On Mondays it has become my habit to stop in for a pint or two at The Londoner in Addison after work. No, I'm not turning into Faye Dunaway's dear old barfly (I would have mentioned Micky Rourke instead, but everyone gets so darn sad when they are asked to ponder Mickey Rourke), rather I'm killing time between the end of my workday and the beginning of my metalsmithing class down the street at the Craft Guild.

This past Monday I had gone to Payless ShoeSource to get some cheap flats I could wear around town for my upcoming trip to San Francisco. I found these:

Cute, I know. And super cheap - like around 12 dollar something. So I'm wearing them on Monday evening as I eat my bread pudding, sip my Blue Moon (with orange!), and read Laurie Notaro's The Idiot Girls' Action-Adventure Club when I notice a smell. I think to myself, well that's not exactly a British smell, now is it? The guys around me are just drinking beer. One of them looks like he emptied the tap on his own, and one of them is older than the Garden of Eden, but none of them is eating anything. So why do I smell McDonald's french fries??

I look around, shift my legs so that now my left leg is crossed and propped up on my right knee. Dangit, there it is again - not Wendy's, not Burger King, but McFreakinDondald's. Then I realize. It's me. Better yet, it's my brand spankin' new 12 dollar something shoes.

My new shoes smell like McDonald's french fries. Well, alright then. What's a girl to do but keep munching on her bread

Thursday, August 9, 2007

Green With Envy

What a day! I need not one, but five beers please. Gonna meet my girl Laura at The Dubliner tonight to de-stress my work week. Let's hope the crusty old Irish regulars will be there to help pay my tab of Harps and Blue Moons (with orange slices, of course!). By then I'll have digested the ginormous Greek salad I had for lunch. (Went to Ziziki's on Travis Street and ate way too much feta and artichoke hummus. Wait...that's impossible.) On top of it all, I am so incredibly sore from last night's bout of kung fu. Instructor Goode kicked my patooty with round after round of the first 16-point form: bow-salute-down block-front kick-male punch-lather, rinse, repeat. I actually strained my hamstring, possibly pulled it a bit, about halfway through the exercises. But good ol' sir kept saying "Again," and I took it. I made it through and altho I can barely walk today, I feel great. I got to where I was doing the form without even thinking about what move came next. Once I started looking forward rather than at my feet, my body sort of took over, my kicks became a lot higher and stronger, and my balance was excellent. But enough about me. Let's talk about me...and my new sweaters! My mom and I lunched at Northpark yesterday. Rather than our usual tromp through Nordstrom's shoe department, we cut through Barney's. She kept making purple dinosaur jokes and in between giggles I asked her not to be such a peasant. I fell in love with a top that I can actually afford ($68) and I'm considering going back. It's cute and hip, a little gray off-the-shoulder number with a grassy print - perfect for my upcoming San Fran trip with my cousin, Jennifer, who always looks like a million bucks. Barney's Radioactive Back to the Future dress After eyeballing the creepy headless, handless mannequins at Barney's, my mom and I headed to my mecca, Anthropologie, where I exchanged a skirt for two sweaters. One is a knitted moss green, over-the-shoulder turtleneck, and the other is a sexy librarian-style cardigan with ribbon and a fitted waist. Sadly, I can't show you the sweaters, but here are two things that are on my Anthropologie wish list. Buy them for me, won't you? Gee, I love you. Wildflower Cardigan, $128, size M Wool Finch Skirt, $128, size 6

The Ballad of Bjorn Borg

I don't know why, but I think of of boyfriend, Jason, every time Bjorn Borg comes up. Maybe because he first pointed out who he was to me - the headband, blond hair, and all. Anywhoodle, I super love love love this band, Pernice Brothers, who have a song called the "Ballad of Bjorn Borg." Every song they do is fantastic, and yes they are better than Wilco. (Yeah, I said it.) I first heard them on the super awesome wonderful fantastic Gilmore Girls soundtrack, Our Little Corner of the World. It also features Yo La Tengo, The Ramones, Bjork, XTC, The Shins, and Black Box Recorder (a favorite of mine). Here, listen to this:

Wednesday, August 8, 2007

The Destashinator

All hail the mad Destashinator! What the frack is a "destashinator" you ask? Let me break it down:

de- to undo

stash - all those dang beads and such that I have rattling around my studio

inator - me

Ergo, I am the one who is undoing my stash of beads, pendants, and findings! Join me in the fun, won't you? Click here to learn more, and lookie at some of the goodies I'm selling, straight out of Tefi's stash!:

Wednesday, August 1, 2007

Oak Cliff Cemetery

Jason and I tromped around historic Oak Cliff Cemetery this past weekend. We thought we'd be checking out various pioneers' graves, however we came up some chickens instead. Here are some pics I snapped with my trusty little Nikon. You can see the rest at my Moxie Flickr page:

Chicken Run

Broken Headstones (extreme color saturation)

The Happy Couple (a little overexposed)

Queue: You Just Wait Your Turn

The Regal Rooster

Bloody Boden (But I mean that in a good way because I'm American.)

One of my favorite things in the world (after mac-n-cheese, Jane Austen, and fiddleheads) is receiving a catalogue in the mail. Amidst the bills and flyers promising excellent garage repair service, I hungrily search for the following catalogues: Anthropologie, J.Crew, Urban Outfitters, and now Boden.

What a great collection of clothes! Most of them are just your basics: polo tees, linen skirts, cardigans. But they are all so pretty and colorful and every now and again I'll turn a page and BAM! Applique! I friggin' love applique! I haven't learned how to do it yet, but there doesn't seem to be any mystery there. Heck, if I can crochet a skinny scarf and free-hand embroider some fiddleheads onto a pillow case, I'm pretty sure I can applique a sweater or two (NB: Did I just verb a noun? Yeah, I think I did, and without apologies!...[Eh, sorry, Mrs. Harper]).

So I ordered some things from their Sale category just to try them on for size. If I like what I get, I'm splurging on non-Sale items *gasp*, starting with this. (It's $198 so I may have to donate a kidney or brain cells or something equally expendable):

They call it "fabulous," I call it "freakin' awesomely fabulous." In my mind's eye I can see me ambling down Bishop Street and Eighth with my super fabulously awesome tartan bag, looking a tad Mary Poppins-ish if she'd had a bit of flair stuffed into her magical tote along with that crazy weird flamingo umbrella.

Browsing the Boden website I came across the history and bio of Johnnie Boden, the guy who started this whole thing. Then, I came across this. It was almost, almost, better than my morning cup of coffee. Read here:

So here are the things I purchased. Let's see how they turn out, shall we?

Embellished Cardigan

Printed Trim Henley (Who's Henley anyway?)

Jersey Wrap

The Art of Fiddleheads

I gave you guys an intro to my favorite green thing (after Kermit): the fiddlehead. Now I want to share with you some great fiddlehead images and art pieces I've found while trolling the dusty hallways of Google and etsy:

fellow Etsy seller

Hans Van De Bovenkamp

Harry McDaniel

Barry van Dusen

Dichromatic Fiddleheads II, Vanna Lam

from Quilters Guild of Arlington (TX)

Coming Soon: I recently embroidered some free-hand fiddlehead designs onto sage green pillow cases. I'll post photos soon as I can!