La Vie En Rose for 2005 July 15

Aren't you glad this is the last post you have to read about waiting for Harry Potter? Until the next book, that is.

While I was driving to Bakersfield yesterday I was getting rather bummed about not having the shirt I wanted to have, thinking with my plain Gryffindor shirt and my not-so-red hair I might as well not bother, because if I try at all people will think I'm Hermione, like they did on Halloween. But then I had a storke of brilliant genius. I could make a shirt like I did in high school! So I hurried to Kohl's to get a red shirt (only $5!), dropped by Jen's to say hi, then to Joanne's to get yellow fabric (right by the enterance and on sale, it must be meant to be) and iron on stuff and goldish yellow puff paint. It took a lot longer than I thought it would to cut out all the letters, so I took it over to Chris' and Becca & Rob helped be cut out the letters and line them up. It looks AWESOME. I predict at least 10 people tonight will ask me where I got it. It looks so sharp and snazzy and cool. It says "Gryffindor Quidditch" on the front with a lightening bolt, and on the back it says "Weasley" with the number 11. I looked up Ginny's birthday on the Harry Potter Lexicon (I remember it was on the calendar on JKR's website in August but I couldn't remember the day) and saw it was August 11, which also happens to be mom & dad's wedding anniversary. Anyway, the shirt is cool and I will try to put up some pictures.

I'm going to Sally's Beauty Supply later today. They were all out of the red hair temporary spray dye stuff from 4th, but the lady said they should have more today. I'm going to do my freckles with brown liquid eyeliner so they won't smudge. And I'm going to dry my hair straight. I will be soooo obviously Ginny. (Or Ron, if one asks Rob).

There was an interview with Mike Russo in the article on HP in the paper and he said, "It's amazing how many adults read it also, including most of my staff who don't have kids and are in their 20s and 30s." That's me!

We had a great Bastille Day. I went with Ron and Chris to the store to get brie & French bread, and the check out lady said, "Mmm, brie and French Bread!" I told her it was for Bastille Day. "What's that?" "The French national holiday." "Oh, I don't keep up with anything like that. I don't like French food or anything. Okkaaay.

Casablanca is such a great movie. I hadn't seen it in entirely too long. It is just stuffed full of goodness in every nook and cranny. All that great dialogue in one movie. It is seriously the best ever.

Gretel is cowering under my desk right now bc the PG&E people are outside doing scary work. She is usually not allowed in my room but I do feel sorry for her. I hope they don't turn off the power. We'll suffocate from heat.

I know I said this is the last post, but I remembered some things, so I'll just add on. While I was making my shirt I was also talking about my plan to paint my nails gryffindor colors. JoDena said, "you'll look like a Trojan when you're done." Ack!

And yesterday when I was driving Stacy to the airport we were listening to "Rich Girl" by Gwen Stephani. "This is especially our song," she said, "because it mentions London and Westwood." "Yes," said I, "but that's Vivianne Westwood." "Doesn't matter," she replied. "Still Westwood."