Happy Halloween from our pets!
Peeker is orange, so we thought, hey he’s already pumpkin-colored…!
And Niblet makes a fantastic witch <3
Peeker didn’t enjoy being a witch though. In face, I think he hated it a lot. Hahaha.
EDIT: True Mee came home with this epic WHITE RABBIT from Alice in Wonderland costume for peeker! HAHAHAH.
I’ve been frantically sewing for weeks to complete a large order of Chubby Bunny x Hello Kitty headbows that will be on sale at the Sanrio 50th Anniversary popup shop!
Sanrio is hosting a week-long melee of events in Los Angeles, Nov 12th through the 21st. Their first big party has just been announced, and is being thrown by my & YumeNinja’s event production company, Bubble Punch!
The event is called, “I <3 Nerds” and will be on Nov 13, from 8:30PM – 11:30PM at Barkar Hangar in Santa Monica! For full details about this amazing event, please CLICK HERE! There will be a nerdiest costume contest, live performances by 8 Bit Weapon & ComputeHer (2 awesomely nerdy chip/8bit music groups), and a special nerd-themed dance-off bu the Yuki Shundo Dance Crew! The event space includes a HUGE Ferris wheel, mini golf, games, eateries, TWO photobooths, Hello Kitty and friends mascots, and much much more!!
Make sure you snap up your official Hello Kitty bow for the entire week of events so you can come dressed to impress! You can order the bows directly from my site here, and they will arrive to you within 2 – 4 business days! <3
I was so super stoked to find a big red enevelope in my mail box today with THIS stamp on it!
Duh duh duh DAAAH!!
I got a very fancy paper invite to the giant Sanrio 50th Anniversary VIP opening party! Yay!
Look how cute! It even came with a sheet of temporary tattooes!!! I am totally going to rock these ON MY FACE! <3
(Blurred out the info, since it’s a private party.. sorry guys!)
There will be PLENTY of public parties happening, so don’t fret!! My event production company, Bubble Punch, will be hosting the 2 big parties for Sanrio… but details are still hush hush!! Stay tuned!
Because the bacon train is a happening.
The whole bacon boom has gotten kind of out of control here in Los Angeles, but I am glad to be part of a society that creates things like bacon cupcakes, bacon waffles, and bacon whiskey.
I recently tried out the Lardon truck! It is… a BACON FOOD TRUCK.
As soon as we walked close to it, we could smell the sweet wafts of BACONY GOODNESS. If the smell of grilling bacon isn’t the ultimate advertisement, I don’t what is.
The crew were very friendly, and the food, while it took about 20 minutes to come out after ordering, was so worth the wait!
Lining up for some bacon times!
The bacon brownie! SO RICH and THICK and DELISH!
I ordered the item below. I probably won’t get it again, since it came out sorta burnt and took a long time for them to make, but c’est la vie! The other items on the menu look interesting enough that I’d like to try everything eventually.
Brioche french toast with bacon inside and bacon bourbon maple syrup. The toast was a little on the burnt side :/
The inside of the french toast. A little burnyyyy!
Will got "The Lardon", which was a pretty fancy BLT.
This thing was insane! it was the "baco" (the owner pronounced it like "taco"), with potatoes, 3 different kinds of bacon (boar, maple glazed, and something else I can't remember).
Totally heart attack city! Here's a cross section view of the Baco!
Thus ends my review of the Lardon Truck. Though a tad disappointed with the French Toast (can’t really recommend it at all, tbh), everything else was AMAZING and I would definitely suggest you go and try out their other stuff!
You can see their full menu here, and follow them on Twitter!
If you haven’t seen the newest addition to my store yet, please take a second to meander over to iamchubbybunny.com to see my new Halloween Orange and Purple Dreams bows!
In other news, I’ve been making scores upon scores of bows in preparation for the huge Sanrio 50th Anniversary celebration! Can’t reveal all the details yet, but there will be some super fun Sanrio times for those of you in Los Angeles this November, and folks out in Miami in December! So please save the dates! (Also Bubble Punch will be having a hand in some of the awesome events again his year, also! WHEE!)
The new quarter of FIDM just started, so I’m back to a few classes a day while I juggle Chubby Bunny and Bubble Punch duties. I’ve a stressful fall in store for me, as always, but I wouldn’t really have it any other way!
While sewing, I always have something playing in the background on my computer, and I realized I needed to catch up on the Venture Brothers, so it’s been a non-stop Venture Brothers’ marathon for me every day this week! Ahhh I forgot how much I loved this show! When it first aired, I was still in college, and all of my friends would gather in front of one tiny TV every Sunday night to watch it! We were super nerds, and proud of it.
I’m very happy to see where they’ve gone with the storyline since that first season, and I’m amped to see the current episodes as they air, except…. they air at 11:30PM (same as always), and I am usually ASLEEP BY THEN. Is that sad or what?
Oh well, I’ll just have to find it on the internet somewhere asap. Check out this awesome drawing of Venture Bros… (which I’m sure everyone else has already seen.
Rambling post, but hey, better than nothing, right?
“You can always go home again” is one of the golden rules of PR. It means that when your well runs dry for publicity info, or when one of your clients is just being an all around jerk, or someone needs a good soul cleansing, that showing where they came from or having them return to their birthplace for a publicized visit always shines a good light on them.
The reason for this is the nostalgia we all feel when we return to our own homes. When hear about celebrities talking about their ethnicity, origin stories, or hometowns, this is all “going home again.” Of course, us non-celebrities can apply this concept to our own lives too. When our daily lives get too out of hand, or work gets us so incredibly busy that we forget to eat, sleep, and see our friends, going home is always a good refresher to figure out who you really are and where you came from.
Not to start out so sentimental and mushy for this post, but it seemed a necessary evil to at least explain the title of this post.
Last week I went home to Pittsburgh where my parents still live and where I spent my formative years of birth through age 18. It had been quite a while since I had been back to my hometown, since I had been out of the home for college, then traveling through Asia for the next 3 years after that, then settling into LA, which is no cheap hop back to the east coast.
I came back because I had the frequent flier miles accumulated for a free trip, and also because of my high school reunion. My friends here in LA repeatedly asked me why I would want to go to such a thing, and it saddened me to realize that not everyone had the positive and fun experience I did in high school that I did (not to brag). Our school wasn’t so much like the move “Mean Girls,” (though we did have our infighting once in a while), but more like.. the END of the movie, where all the cliques coexisted happily beside each other.
Here’s my report from my experience home, and pictures of nostalgia.
My graduation cap from high school and a bottle of Sailormoon bubble bath I was super excited to find at Big Lots when I was 12. Still there!
Every time I go home, I try to make sure I clean out a few things that I’ve accumulated since the age of zero. Unfortunately, maybe I’ll end up on that show HOARDERS one day because it’s sort of hard for me to let things from my past go.
On Thursday, I arrived in to Pittsburgh in the morning, and consequently spend the rest of the day sleeping and playing the new Professor Layton game in bed while I recovered. I did wake up a few times to eat. My mother was insistent that I eat something every hour, and since it’s the primary way she shows her love as a mom, I agreed to get superfat during this short stint at home.
Friday, I managed to roll out of bed at a decent hour and set forth to go to my favorite store… Gabriel Brothers! This place is a mecca for terrifying clothing that other stores couldn’t sell. Whereas places like TJ Max and Marshall’s sell overstock, Gabriel Brothers sells the stuff that even they wouldn’t carry, with serious mis-labels, ripped seams, or just overall weird designs.
Little Mermaid socks that say "FLIRT" on the pompom attached to the back. Look at Little Mermaid's eyes.. WHY ARE THESE DEMON SOCKS???
Oh goody! Rifle cases for 9.99?? THANKS AMERICA!
Unfortunately, my super happy fun times in Gabriel Brothers was short lived, because after about 10 minutes of being in there, the power went out and they made everyone leave! I was annoyed I couldn’t buy my $1 flourescent tights!!! And, you know, my Little Mermaid demon socks and rifle case!
I puttered over to Salvation Army across the street and saw these babies, though.
Amazing slippers are amazing. I get the feeling the same person donated both of these, haha.
Later that evening, I met up with my amazing friend from high school, Marybeth, who is now a park ranger all over the place. In the summer she goes to Alaska and corrals bears and other wintery animals, and in the winter she works at Death Valley, which I’ve been to twice to visit. We went to this amusing Polish-themed restaurant called Hofbrauhaus where it’s… OKTOBERFEST EVERY DAY! hahah! It was nutso. Long wooden tables, a little old man with his accordian leading the crowd in cheers to do shots, and shots served up on.. skis. I kid you not. The BRO in me really liked it, as chintzy as it was, but man the food was pretty terrible!
Outside of the “haus” I noticed this awesome thing. Poor Pittsburgh and it’s nonexistent tourism industry.
The next day, I made myself up nice to meet with other girls from my high school past who I was closest with. We went to a little place in Shadyside to eat lunch, and while there, visited my favorite home of junk!
The Shadyside Variety Store is a rare gem. So many little doodads, knicknacks and paddywhacks for sale!
Just some of the amazing merch for sale inside. I didn't even know it was legal to sell those candy cigarettes anymore!! Maybe they imported them from somewhere...?
We retreated for a bit to my friend Erin’s house, which is located pretty close to our old high school. Erin was my best friend in high school, even though we were so completely different. Erin graduated from University of Maryland with an Aerospace Engineering degree and now helps to create fighter jets and stuff for John Hopkins. Whuuut! Still though, we are BFF, though our lives are quite different now. Kathy was also in tow, and she was the little punk rocker of our school. She used to wear a dog collar to class every day and it annoyed the teachers so much that they banned it at some point. Oh, high school, with your arbitrary rules!
My BFFs from HS, Erin (left) and Kathy (right).
After changing into my “fancy clothes” (I opted to not water myself down for the event, and went with my Alexander McQueen dress), we headed over to our alma mater, Oakland Catholic High school!
I forgot how amazing St. Paul’s Cathedral was. It’s the church we always attended for school masses and it’s simply beautiful!
We went on a tour of the constantly-under-renovation school, and saw how POSH it was compared to when we attended. Tuition is up to $8k as opposed to the $5k we paied though, so I guess you’re sort of paying for what you get, these days.
This sign made me LAUGH SO MUCH! I glanced over and though it was a gag sign, like someone saying "WHOA JESUS CHRIST!!" but then realized, oh I'm in a Catholic school. LOL.
Fancy ass sign they have now.
After the tour, we were all feeling a little jipped that the school was SO much nicer now than it used to be. There was a mass after the tour that… about 99.9% of us skipped. We walked down to the bar across the way instead to reminisce with each other before the “celebration” portion of the reunion took full swing over at the nearby hotel. Ah, such ruffians are we!
We walked over to the hotel and got workin on that open bar.
The old crew. Marybeth (left) and Erin (right).
Theresa (center) and I used to be in the frikkin CHOIR together! ALTO SECTION FOREVA!!! Kathy (right) had no part in this choir-ing, though. She was busy being artsy during high school!
Liz (left) is a classmate of mine from KINDERGARTEN. We go way the hell back! Her family still lives up the street from mine! This girl has a serious opera singer voice to this day <3
The reunion was actually REALLY fun! Catching up with everyone made me feel like nothing or no one had really changed… we all just had different length hair now and had jobs! It was really refreshing to go and I’m very happy I went, even though most people questioned why I bothered to go. It’s important to remember where you came from!
Okay this post is getting long but GUESS WHO DOESN’T CARE! THIS GUY!
I spent the next day lazing about my parents’ house, reconnecting with them since I haven’t really been super communicative with them in the last couple of years or so. It was really cathartic to spend time in my parents’ house, just reconnecting and going through my old things.
My Dad's sweet new ride. He refused to give me a ride on it. WTH!!!
When I was in college, my parents tore up the above ground pool in the backyard and made a beautiful vegetable garden. Go figure. Some adorable Japanese eggplants!
My mom's enormous plants that have been alive for like 10 years. The jasmine plant on the right smells SO GOOD. And my Mommy. So short!
Tomatoes are about to go out of season so my mom picked them all. Look how cute!
“You can always go home again” is one of the golden rules of PR. It means that when your well runs dry for publicity info, or when one of your clients is just being an all around jerk, that showing where they came from or having them return to their birthplace for a publicized visit always shines a good light on them.
The reason for this is the nostalgia we all feel when we return to our own homes. When hear about celebrities talking about their ethnicity, origin stories, or hometowns, this is all “going home again.” Of course, us non-celebrities can apply this concept to our own lives too. When our daily lives get too out of hand, or work gets us so incredibly busy that we forget to eat, sleep, and see our friends, going home is always a good refresher to figure out who you really are and where you came from.
Not to start out so sentimental and mushy for this post, but it seemed a necessary evil to at least explain the title of this post.
Last week I went home to Pittsburgh, where my parents still live and where I spent the formative years of birth through age 18. It had been quite a while since I had been back to my hometown, since I had been out of the home for college, then traveling through Asia for the next 3 years after that, then settling into LA, which is no cheap hop back to the east coast.
I came back because I had the frequent flier miles accumulated for a free trip, and also because of my high school reunion. My friends here in LA repeatedly asked me why I would want to go to such a thing, and it saddened me to realize that not everyone had the positive and fun experience I did in high school that I did (not to brag). Our school wasn’t so much like the move “Mean Girls,” (though we did have our infighting once in a while), but more like.. the END of the movie, where all the cliques coexisted happily beside each other.
Here’s my report form my experience home, and pictures of nostalgia.
My graduation cap from high school and a bottle of Sailormoon bubblebath I was super excited to find at Big Lots when I was 12. Still there!
Every time I go home, I try to make sure I clean out a few things that I’ve accumulated since the age of zero. Unfortunately, maybe I’ll end up on that show HOARDERS one day because it’s sort of hard for me to let things from my past go.
On Thursday, I arrived in to Pittsurgh in the morning, and consequently spend the rest of the day sleeping and playing the new Professor Layton game in bed while I recovered. I did wake up a few times to eat. My mother was insistent that I eat something every hour,and since it’s the primary way she shows her love as a mom, I agreed to get superfat during this short stint at home.
Friday, I managed to roll out of bed at a decent hour and set forth to go to my favorite store… Gabriel Brothers! This place is a mecca for terrifying clothing that other stores couldn’t sell. Whereas places like TJ Max and Marshalls sell overstock, Gabriel Brothers sells the stuff that even they wouldn’t carry, with serious mis-labels, ripped seams, or just overall weird designs.
Little Mermaid socks that say "FLIRT" on the pompom attached to the back. Look at Little Mermaid's eyes.. WHY ARE THESE DEMON SOCKS???
Oh goody! Rifle cases for 9.99?? THANKS AMERICA!
Unfortunately, my super happy fun times in Gabriel Brothers was short lived, because after about 10 minutes of being in there, the power went out and they made everyone leave! I was annoyed I couldn’t buy my $1 flourescent tights!!! And, you know, my Little Mermaid demon socks and rifle case!
I puttered over to Salvation Army across the street and saw these babies, though.
Amazing slippers are amazing. I get the feeling the same person donated both of these, haha.
Later that evening, I met up with my amazing friend from high school, Marybeth, who is now a park ranger all over the place. In the summer she goes to Alaska and corrals bears and other wintery animals, and in the winter she works at Death Valley, which I’ve been to twice to visit. We went to this amusing Polish-themed restaurant called Hofbrauhaus where it’s… OKTOBERFEST EVERY DAY! hahah! it was nutso. Long wooden tables, a little old man with his accordian leading the crowd in cheers to do shots, and shots served up on.. skis. I kid you not. The BRO in me really liked it, as chintzy as it was, but man the food was pretty terrible!
Outside of the “haus” I noticed this awesome thing. Poor Pittsburgh and it’s nonexistent tourism industry.
The next day, I made myself up nice to meet with other girls from my high school past who I was closest with. We went to a little place in Shadyside to eat lunch, and while there, visited my favorite home of junk!
The Shadyside Variety Store is a rare gem. So many little doodads, knicknacks and paddywhacks for sale!
Mom's tilapia with lettuce and tomatoes from the garden. WHAAT!
My Dad, being jawsome.
Okay, so I HAD to clean out the basement of my 30 boxes of belongings from all the way back in grade school to college, basically. I found some AMAZING amazing things down there that I was super sad to have to throw away…
My nerdy lunchbox that I customized with my favorite comics. IMPULSE WAS AWESOME ISSUE # 1- 10 OKAY?!? Don't judge! Also I loved Jubilee and Blink and Generation X. I dare you to try to date this lunchbox based on the images I used.
Okay, THIS EPIC COLLECTION of Garfield...!! I ALMOST THREW IT OUT! In fact it is in a box marked "DONATE TO LIBRARY" but after about 4 days after I came back to LA, I called my mom with the heaviest of consciouses and told her to PLEASE KEEP IT hahaha. I LOVED GARFIELD SO HARD as a kid and I don't really know why!!!
GOODBYE AWESOME ACTION FIGURES! Sailormoon, FF7, Gambit, Jubilee, and uhh Jude Law as a jedi. wtf. Sorry it's upside down.
Okay, this handout is from high school. Do you see the name up top? CHUBBY BUNNY!!! Proof that I had this nickname since them!!! My hs friends were pretty amused that I kept that name until now and am now using it for my businesses haha. Also WHAT THE HELL WAS MS. MCNULTY HAVING HIGH SCHOOLERS READ? I loved my high school.
I miss kungfu a lot 
Maybe I'll save up and start classes again sometime soon. It's SO expensive though.. and usually full of big jocks who wanna beat up people, so it's hard to find a decent school...
I used to read through the FF3 guide like it was a goddamn STORYBOOK over and over again when I was young! That book on the right was fucking useless, btw. Fuck that game and how long the battles took to compelte. Never finished it! haha stupid FF8.
Sad to throw these out, but uhh, these PC games no longer work on advanced technology such as WINDOWS 7! =0 Poor Corel Draw 5!!!
My reward for cleaning out the basement. Lemongrass braised beeeef!
And the next day, I hopped the plane back here to Los Angeles!
I can’t stress how therapeutic going home was for me. It’s not as if I held any big grudges against anyone or anything back there, but it was just so pleasing to see things I was familiar with, and to be able to remember stupid little things like, the way from my house to my best friend in high school’s house. Ah well. I can always go home again 
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