Yours, Elissa.

This morning I was rolling my eyes along to a radio talk show where they featured a social media expert. "All that means," said my Sweet, "is that they have a Twitter account." I snorted to myself, "I could be a social media expert."

But I would never try to pawn myself off as an expert, even though I frequently fantasize about Catch Me If You Can-type things like passing myself off as a heart surgeon for one malpractice-mired day... I'm involved in social media, but I definitely don't use it to its greatest extent. As we drove along to the strains of the Wu Tang Clan, I became increasingly agitated.



"I feel bad," I said.

"What's the deal, baby seal?" replied he.

"Ech, I dunno. It's stupid," I paused, "The social media expert set me off. I'm annoyed with my blog."

"Hm..."

"It's just, I have this blog, I have this Twitter account and Flickr and all of these other things with my name on it, and I don't know what I'm saying to anybody anymore. It doesn't really mean anything. But then again, I don't want to quit because, what a thing to waste!"

"You gotta not have this hoarder's mentality about your social media," Sweets concluded, and funnily, his diagnosis ended my months of inner turmoil (really) about whether to continue on with SpandexPony.



My raison d'etre is no longer there. I've come to a point in my life where what I am and what I'm doing right now don't vibe with the spirit of this blog any more. I need time off, to figure out what I'm doing next. I've very much enjoyed writing and photographing and sharing it with all of you, reading your comments and visiting your blogs, as well. I'll still keep up with my photos on Flickr, and probably occasionally Tweet things in lieu of bookmarking them-- you know, cool shops, great ideas I've found... you can find the links to those accounts in the sidebar.

If and when I return to blogging, I'll be sure to post something on here and/or Tweet it as well. In the meantime, I'll be reading and commenting on yours. Thanks, dear readers, for contributing a bit of glamour into an ordinary girl's life. I can't tell you how much I've enjoyed the past two years.

Take care,

Elissa.

Cool you off.

Just sayin... that I had to pull down my previous post temporarily because the time was not "ripe", so to say... it'll be back!

But in the meantime, I'd like to invite you to my other blog-- Elegant Balloons. If you get the reference you are OBSCURE sir! And if you don't, I invite you to check out the stand-up stylings of Paul F Thompkins (Thank you Sara Louise!).

My photo-a-day project is coming along nicely-- and by nicely, I mean, I'm adhering to doing it, not necessarily that I'm going to start doing art for greeting cards. BUT, if you'd like to see my photo of the day (this month is white-- think I'm going pink for February), check out Elegant Balloons.

Til Later....

Elissa.

Whee.

Today was a very low-key birthday... me and my Sweets first went to a dog adoption event. We've really been jonesing for a dog for the past year or so, but finding a good match may take much longer than we anticipated. I want small(ish), he wants big; I like scruffy, he likes smooth. I want chill, he wants playful--- somewhere there's a medium-sized dog with a short, wiry coat and adaptable nature just waiting for us. To be continued...

I look so creeper don't I? Anyway, I've got on a Sweater: TJ Maxx, Blouse: thrifted. Jeans: NY&Co. Shoes: MIA. Broach: thrifted. I'm starting to really like wearing broaches as an alternative to earrings or necklaces. They're out of the way, and not so much a pain in the gadinga as --ahem-- cheap earrings that my ears are finally rejecting after many years of abuse.

Later, we caught "Sherlock Holmes"-- ruled! I happen to love well-choreographed fight scenes in movies, and if you do, too-- or just enjoy watching Robert Downey, Jr. as I do, then you'll love this flick. Extra bonus? The art during the ending credits. Later, it was a sushi fiesta, and let's just say that I'm still recovering. Gawd.

A friend of mine is auditioning to be an apartment scout for Apartment Therapy... I was honored that she sent in snaps of our house as her submission. My office, as you can see, is still in disarray, to say the least, but she definitely has an eye for staging her photographs well. When they pop up on the site I'll give you all a look-see!

Yours,

Elissa.

Pieced together.

Michelle Repici will make you love winter, crave pattern, and develop a crush on chinoiserie. Her art is a happy combination of all that I love-- collage, texture, and photography.

A Hazy Shade of Winter, 2009

A Moment Suspended in Time, 2008

Check out the rest of her work here.

I'm off to Cincinnati today to visit with my parents and do an early birthday dinner for myself, and a late birthday dinner for my brother.

Til Later,

Elissa.

Find of the moment.

If you've been reading for awhile, you know that I have periodic flare-ups of Doc Martens lust. Then I buy a pair and am crushed upon rediscovering that heavy, mannish boots do nothing to make me look like Bridget Fonda in Singles. In fact, they are so unflattering as to make me look like I have an agenda.

Doc Martens Darcie

These, on the other hand, do-able, and surprisingly, most doable in the cherry-red color-- which in a pair of Docs brings skinheads vividly to mind, but in a heel, the freewheeling 70's. I'd like to pair them with cabled tights and a dress, or boyfriend jeans and a midriff top and truly get my Ciara on.

Yours,

Elissa.

Try not to be mesmerised.

There is no way that you will not want a slinky, a cigarette, or both after watching this mesmerizing test footage from Henri-Georges Clouzot's unfinished film "L'enfer".



Rummaging through my drawers to find my glitter,

Elissa.