This is still my all-time favorite look: the pink, orange and burgundy are killer together. The glowing beauty pictured below has an amazing look and you should probably stalk her blog: fashioncoolture
So I am house sitting this week, this particular house has CABLE and a ginormous flat-screen HD television. I stumbled across the Disney channel and got sucked in for a couple hours, these two items have gone to the top of my christmas list ;) Kids get all the cool things. On ‘grown-up’ channels we are bombarded with advertisements for Job Lot, Viagra and garage door companies. More Stompeez, please.
‘Katie Kupcake? Why?’ My friend Rebecca told me I was as cute as a cupcake (or something along those lines) and it sort of stuck. Katie Cupcake was taken and the double K thing looks cooler anyway. Furthermore, I need to start looking for a ‘real job.’ Professors and mentors told me to clean up my Facebook and blog if I ever want to get hired. First off, I don’t want to work for anyone who thinks that my debauchery is anything less than awesome. Second of all, my Facebook is comprised of years and years of ridiculously awesome photos and I do not want to censor them from my friends. I figured I would keep ‘Katie Kupcake’ off my resume, creepy stalkers from prospective employers will not have my alias. Boom.
So anyway, I made my first batch of cupcakes this week. S’mores quadruple layer decadent treats. I started off with a layer of buttery graham crackers, then added a quarter inch of dark chocolate, devils food cake, and topped it off with my marshmallow frosting. (made from scratch!) Go big or go home.
Here they are fresh out of the oven, I put a mini marshmallow in the middle of each of them and sprinkled the top with more buttery graham cracker and dark chocolate that was left over from the first two layers.
marshmallow frosting finished off with graham cracker pieces, chunks of chocolate and little marshmallows.
here you can see all four layers! yum yum.
Ingredients (to make 24 cupcakes)
Frosting: (make sure cupcakes are cool before you frost them!)
In large bowl, beat marshmallow creme, butter and powdered sugar on low speed until blended. Beat in enough milk, 1/2 teaspoon at a time, to make frosting spreadable. Spread over tops of cupcakes.
Garnish with a chunk of chocolate, a piece of graham cracker and a little marshmallow.
This recipe is basically a combonation between these two:
Martha Stewart’s and Betty Crocker’s. Refer to the originals for more help. Martha is bad-ass and wants you to toast the frosting with a kitchen torch. I love lighting stuff on fire but I do not have the tools.
I officially found the most amazing Etsy Store. Handmade unmentionables.
i will be reproducing these for my rainbow/fairy/angel/princess costume for Gratitude
corseted panties? yes please
man, her skirt is so short you can practically see her uterus
a see-through panel, frills AND unicorns? basically all of my favorite things in one pair of panties
So my computer went for a swim, which is why I have not been blogging. Instead, I have been bumming around my apartment. Alternating between crying and staring blanky at the pile of metal that used to be a my most prized possession. I went to the genius bar today, they can fix it for 750 dollars. My family has agreed to help me out (combining birthday, Christmas and graduation presents) to scrounge up some funds for a new one. It was the Craziest freak accident in the world, make sure your water bottles don’t know how to unscrew themselves. Oh and Joshua took me on some retail therapy shopping after my mental breakdown at the genius bar. Here is a photo. Ponies, rainbows and glitter make everything better. Love and light for all of you; I hope your laptops and eyes stay much drier then mine. Oh and I got a new coaster. And if this is how much it hurts to lose a laptop… when loui dog dies, you people better rent out a padded room for me .
Some of you may remember my girl crush post? Think of Bradley Soileau as Ira’s (also unattainable) male counterpart. drool. How on earth did I stumble upon this fallen angel? Well Ms. Lana Del Rey featured him in her Born 2 Die video. I can’t find it… but here are some photos in the meantime. [images borrowed from loonatics]
you can see more photos and an interview here
Slutty pig costume, satanism, sexy pig, ice truck killer nails, occupy satan, bathtub voyeur and golden cherub sculpture: some of the varied terms that direct unwitting internet perusers to my bizarre blog. What kind of site am I running here? it gets weirder and weirder by the day, and you are still reading? you have a sick mind.
anyway, are spikes still cool?
i love love love love the pink UNIF hell raiser shoe. i want them!
Muscle memory is a curious phenomena; as a particular movement is practiced through focused repetition, neurological and physiological changes begin to occur simultaneously. When we master a task it becomes imprinted into our brains and our motor skills can reproduce it with minimal effort.
I used to be perfectly happy keeping my ‘hula hoop’ moving in concentric circles around my waist. Then my brain started to get bored. My synapses were firing effortlessly, directing my hips in a counter-clockwise motion. My neural pathways were operating with ease and I no longer had to think about this process. A challenged neuron is a happy neuron; I have since embarked on an amazing journey and I am bringing my beautiful new hoop with me.
Last weekend I was trying to learn a new trick and was failing over and over again. I would succeed from time-to-time, but the whole process was shaky and ugly looking. My spectator told me to give it a break, “you don’t want to develop bad muscle memory.”
Negative muscle memory is a curious phenomena to ponder, can our brains and muscles learn ‘bad’ behaviors through repetition? While considering this possibility, I remembered that our hearts are muscles. For ancient Egyptians, “it was the heart and not the brain that was the seat of emotion, thought, will and intention.” Civilized cultures have long-since dispelled the rumor that our hearts are capable of higher thinking- Hearts pump blood.
However, I would like to cling to the human heart as a beautiful metaphor for muscle memory and our capacity to train our muscles in both positive and negative manners. Please bare with me here; throw King Tut and Ms. Cleopatra a bone. I believe that our capacity to truly love and accept one another is a behavior that becomes innate with practice. I must practice before I will be able to effortlessly lift my hoop above my head. I must consistently look at my neighbor as someone who is deserving of unconditional love and acceptance. After a while, I will never drop my hoop and I will always regard my human counterpart as beautiful and worthy.
Furthermore, I agree with my spectator’s interjection; we must take a step back and give our negative behaviors a break before they become cemented in the fibers of our muscles and brains. As a collective society we have spent centuries learning how to alienate each other; the sensitive muscle memory of our hearts is not one to forget. We revel in eachother’s differences and use them as grounds for hatred or mere ignorance: this has become a natural tendency of startling ease.
I encourage each and everyone of my readers to reform the muscle memory of your hearts. Start with small repetitive behaviors: consistently find positive attributes in your neighbors. This will not be an easy task as first, you must practice love and acceptance every day of your lives. But I assure you, it gets easier. After a while, your heart will be healed and it will start loving on it’s own.
i take photos with the intention of throwing them up here, but they usually hang out on my phone and never make the cut. here are a few randoms that you may enjoy love and light for all of you
mr. loui dog and yours truly
rainy day outfits. the bright orange contrasted nicely with the dark and gloomy day! think: black skinny jeans/black boots/vintage lumberjack flannel/vintage (quite ugly) rain coat.
pretty halloween makeup! nothing like a pair of falsies and some bindis to really pull it all together. oh and this t-shirt is still my favorite.
oh gordon.. your stuff is awesome.