You all have Michelle from Green Kitchen to thank for this.. (The following verbal debauchery, that is.....)
She challenged me after seeing this on
fricknits blog..
A fun little diversion.. and dangerous..
And I have her to thank for saving my blog from looking scary and a bit on the "plain jane because, I am techno challenged" side..
So, thanks for making my blog pretty, Michelle..
Now I will attempt to turn it into a house of lies..
Here is a shadow box I am calling Masquerade (inspired by all
Ulla's Theatres, all
Tartx's thrilling illio's, and
Angela's collage-paintings. I include it because the dear lady inside obviously has something to hide.. Like myself?
Now..you have to guess..which two are truths and which is the lie.
1) When I was 18, I spent a short time living in a commune at a natural hot springs. The hot springs also was run as a resort and a massage school..all clothing optional. ("I see naked people.")
My "job", along with other young female members of the commune, was to help clean the resort guest rooms, so I spent a couple months as a Topless Motel Maid (in an extremely "is this granola vegan?" kind of a way).
While I was there, my closest friend was a middle aged lady, who I now believe was going through menopause. We bonded by secretly making chocolate chip cookies together, with (gasp) white flour and real butter. Her name was Topaz.
Eventually, I regained my senses and went back to college.
2) While I lived in San Francisco, I occasionally wrote lyrics for a rockabilly/punk band that was named "Buck Naked and the Barebottom Boys." They performed wearing nothing but stategically placed toilet plungers and/or stuffed animals.. and, of course, sunglasses and cowboy hats. "Teenage Mutant From Outer Space" was a real crowd pleaser. I was a deeply affected fan and sent in a couple poems which he made into the long lost, 'never even a B side' anthems: " Sargent Pooper and the Lonely Farts Club, Banned" and "She liked to Scream, It's PG 13".
Buck's career and life were tragically cut short because someone got mad that his dog chased some pigeons and they reacted violently.. It still breaks my heart.
3) My first craft barter was negotiated at needle point..
I painted a mildly risque picture on the back of my friend Trish's jacket (a highly stylized portrait of her girlfriend) in exchange for her paying for my navel piercing; which I had done spontaneously to surprise my nice, suburban, Jewish boyfriend. (Please keep in mind, that this was a Long. Time. Ago. when a navel piercing was still, at least a touch, on the wicked side.) I was pierced, as a group activity, in front of all my alternative lifestyle buddies from the Castro District, right after brunch. I kept the piercing secret from my mom until my soon to be sister-in-law, outed me at my rehearsal dinner,
thusly:
Almost Sister-in-Law (from way across the table at lovely Italian Restaurant): "You have your Belly Button Pierced, don't you Beth?"
My Mom: "You have your what?"
Future Mom-and-Dad-in-Law: " You have your what??? What?"
Bride-to-Be laughs nervously: "Um, yeah.." as all heads turn....
As far as participating: I won't tag anyone but... I will be checking to see who has the guts to take the plunge. So in a very passive/aggressive way.. I Tag You All.
Tell me if you do it.. I want to guess!!
