During our 40 Whatever/Ford-y Whatever trip through the glorious Great Lakes Region, my BFF CityMama & I were compelled to make an unplanned stop at the Cross in the Woods Catholic Shrine. Even though it was God's Will that we found it, we didn't feel like walking through the woods to see the actual "Cross" (because ew, woods + walking = no thanks, dirty!) but the stop was totally worth it just to experience the most wonderful and terrifying collection of dolls, possibly in the world.
The Cross in the Woods has a very special doll museum, containing over 300 dolls, in varying sizes, wearing horror movie expressions and dressed in the habits of nuns -- and priests -- from around the globe.
To my dismay, none of them were for sale, not the dolls or the costumes! And they were frustratingly
well protected against crazy chicks who would have risked God's Wrath
by shoplifting them, or even just experiencing the magic by running our their curious fingers over the embroidered "Jesus" whipples.
Spoilsports. But we took pictures. A lot of pictures.
Hey, We're in God's Wives' Closet!
Yes, that's the Mother Theresa habit on the far right. Take a good look, because that's as close as you're going to get to a Nun of Color in this collection. Apparently most nuns are white.
It would have been nice if Sally Field could have signed the Flying Nun costume below, but no such luck.
We learned that the best nuns are fully accessorized, with special embroidery and chunky beads.
Loving that light blue suit! And the modern, low-maintenance hair do! Also, who decided which sightless mannequins needed to wear glasses?
I adore the freedom of working freelance, and the satisfaction of a creative career. No surprise, it's much better than what I was doing before!
the past twelve months, there have been one or two freak out moments -- "The
economy sucks! I'm a FOOL to leave a safe corporate job!" -- but I
always remembered immediately that I hated my "safe corporate job". End of freak out.
Sure, I'm enough of a pragmatist that I always keep my eyes open for some amazing job, but in a year of (admittedly desultorily) perusing job postings, I haven't been tempted to send in a single resume.
I finally have the best job in the world, the one I've wanted my entire life. Why would I give that up?
All those people asking why Batman's voice is so deep and ragged? Wicked obvious to anyone who's ever heard Gavin Newsom speak. Plus the signature slicked back hair is a dead giveaway. It's plain as day that Christian Bale totally based the Dark Knight on our own Gay Marriage Mayor.
Just look at these two. Same hair, same tie, and that steely glare. They're practically the same person!
That's Christian on the left and Gavin on the right, just in case you were having a (totally understandable) hard time figuring out which one is the real Batman and which one is just acting.
I wonder if Gavin gets his Bat Tights in the Castro, or at Piedmont, that drag queen store in the Haight? Either way, I bet they look fine with his cape.
Thank you BFF Stefania for tagging me with the Purse Meme. Just what wishbone clover needs: yet another post where I provide specific examples of how crazy I am. Yay! A million pictures and more detail than necessary after the jump.
The museum has a kid's activity area, and this is the creation of one of their youthful visitors, not from the permanent collection. My favorite part is the caption above it: Sometimes art just makes us feel happy.
This one goes out to cheapgirl, official wishboneclover artist. Her art always makes us happy.
(Photo credit: me, using my iPhone from our fantastic freaking seats!)
That's Barry, right there! Can you believe how close we were? Yes, our tickets really were tenth -- that's right, 10-TH -- row, front and center. We were close enough to see Barry's colored contact lenses (dreamy cerulean blue) and count the individual spikes of his immaculately highlighted coiffure.
So how was he? In a word, Magic. In another word? Um, tipsy?
Take heed! Amidst all this January gloom and melancholia, do you spy a bright, gleaming beacon in the future?
Yes you do, and that's no beacon! It's BARRY MANILOW and a snazzy blazer from his bedazzled collection. Which with any luck will nearly blind my BFF Stefania and me in our practically front row seats on February 15th.
Count down to smiles, '08. Only three short Fridays away. I just found a reason to get out of bed in the morning.
Last Wednesday night, my BFF Stefania and I finally saw Barry Manilow LIVE for the first time. There were also a bunch of skaters there, including Brian Boitano and Dorothy Hamill and two Russian dudes who did the skating version of Cirque du Soleil stuff, which was odd and entertaining.
You could tell that the big draw for almost everyone there was Barry. And let me tell you: Barry delivered.