The Scavenger's Daughter

Thanks to Donna from PrettySparklyThings who nominated me (classy!) for the Liebster Award. As I'm lazy and lacked sleep, I'm only answering now, almost two weeks (12 days) after I said I would. Sorry-sorry.

The Liebster Award is for "up-and-coming blogs with less than 200 followers", and I'm really flattered to be considered an up-and-coming blog !
Here are the rules for participating:
• Thank and link back to the person who nominated you
• Write 11 random facts about yourself
• Answer the 11 questions written by the person who nominated you
• Nominate 11 other bloggers (she said it was optional, so anybody who wants to participate, just comment and I'll link to your blog!)
• Write 11 questions for the other bloggers to answer

Nominees so far:
Who wants?

Here are my 11 more or less interesting facts:
1. I'm listening to a cover of Prince's Nothing compares to you, on Baden.FM, by somebody and I like it but keep comparing with the original which makes me hate it, and I feel like I'm not objective even though no human being can be objective about anything;
2. I'm wearing nothing but a tee and skirt, still I feel way too warm even though it's cold?!
3. I recently found a lot of money on the floor, which was really helpful as there are things I needed to buy and couldn't have afforded within months otherwise!
4. When I'm walking around in the city streets with nothing to do, but needing to go somewhere three hours later, I like visiting galleries (no entry fees) and imagine clothes and accessories from what they're exposing: it makes me appreciate art I'd have never appreciated otherwise and have another insight on what I like anyway;
5. Lately I liked the artists Willi Siber, Jean-Daniel Salvat, Gabriele Chiari, Pierre-Alain Münger and ??? Ors;
6. Trying to find the last lady's first name and business card, I ransacked my backpack and found a flyer dated a week before the opening of my city's LGBTI community center (two years ago) and a bus ticket from 2009;
7. I keep EVERYTHING to avoid forgetting, at least be able to remember or (joy!) rediscover what I forgot be it names, events or anything, it doesn't work because I'm too messy but I'm a bit scared of doing otherwise and throwing stuffs away and forget forever;
8. Even so, I keep stuffs I'm scared my mom (or some other people) might see, but I keep and hoard and it almost makes her want to snoop on my mess to clean it;
9. My cousin has a czechoslovakian wolfdog;
10. I love thrifting. Those are stuffs I bought from Vetis, a thrift store slash vintage clothing store (it has both a 1kg/1€ section and another with vintage clothes, plus stuffs that are new but almost made it to the landfills.) I got the "4€" bow tie for FREE, the skirt for 7.5€ which was kind of expensive for me even though it was half-price, brand new men's overalls for 2.5€ and a bunch of other stuffs (a backpack, hats, tees, one beautiful silk tie...)
My mom found brand new, only worn once Sioux (an expensive brand, which made it for her as she mostly wear clothes from supermarkets that she bought years ago) shoes for 5€, and nice pants in the 1kg/1€ section, which made her a thrifting convert. Never again she'll criticize my second-hand clthing addiction.
I got a load of belts from the 1kg for 1€ section, and only after I got home did I realize how much of a great find some of these were. Some of it was a bit expensive (don't mock me, I usually buy skirts for 1-2€ or less on fleamarkets), but the 1kg/1€ section was a real blast for accessories.
'Twas for only 20€ (if you subtract mom's shoes and that skirt, it must have been around 6-7€!)

11. Sunday, I'm playing in a chess team and have to wake up early. Wish me to do and sleep well!

My answers to the 11 questions (minus one about my favorite subjects to read about, too few brain power):
What blog post would you write if you could do ANYTHING? Pretend that you'd have money, great camera and lighting equipment (if necessary), as many assistants as you needed, you could be anywhere, and you'd look great in any type of clothing.I already look great in any type of clothing! I think I'd take pictures of beautiful things at night; I suck at taking night pictures, and they could help me out, and maybe something really abstract-looking... There are so many I could do, but I need to be put in that situation IRL to get ideas (or have a bit more time!)
What color clothing do you have the most of?
Black or red, maybe (clothes I need to recycle) blue.
Have you done any collaborations yet?
Sadly no. I'm open to anything, though! You can contact me here if you're interested.
What are your hobbies?
You should have a pretty good idea of these just by reading this post
What are your favorite TV programs, if you watch TV?
I watch movies, Fashion TV, kitsch stuffs like Premiers Baisers and the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air (I hope Will Smith approve of me calling this kitsch, in the other case I'm sorry.) (Will, your daughter is amazing!)
Lately I watched regularly Xena, Sliders, the Addams Family when it was on one of the german channels (as well as on my computer...), Bewitched, stuffs about fashion on Histoire (history channel) and Arte (french/german culture channel.)
When I was a kid, I watched Cousin Skeeter, Sister, Sister, tiny Mary-Kate and Ashley's TV show, the animated series with Mary-Kate and Ashley, Kenan and Kel and the number of actors incarning characters named after them is enthusing! Also, Are You Afraid of the Dark?, le S-Club 7, Pokémon, Art Attack, other stuffs, Sabrina the TV show, Re-7 (french program about video games), Family Matters and Fantômette the animated series as well as the TV series when I was even smaller (it got me interested in computers!), The Little Vampire TV series as well as the movie again and again, etc. I don't remember what age I was during all that, but the memories are still clear.
Watching TV set my tastes and values and stuffs, so these programs are to thank for the amazing person I am now! These taught me so much things, including how to not get your arm caught in a soda distributor. Please don't go back in the past to keep me from watching.
I also just saw the whole Ellen sitcom on Youtube.What makes you the happiest about your blog?
Readers, unknown to me in real life, leaving caring or interesting comments. This blog is also helpful to be less scared of people's reactions, ie. when I post a photo and I think I look weird or when I think my ideas are bad/not interesting. It might be really cheesy to say, but so it is!
Do you have any pet peeves about blogs? Is there something that makes you decide NOT to read a blog post?
I don't like embedded music players, but that's about it. Laziness, not being able to concentrate and lack of time are what makes me decide to not read a blog post.
What social media do you like the best? (there can be more than one)
Blogs and stuffs like bookcrossing.com. I wonder if there is anything like Garmentcrossing, where you'd set an accessory or piece of clothing some place and people could take it and wear it for a while, then put it back where they took it. Would be fun!
Do you like reading about celebrity fashion? Why or why not?
I don't like the mean "flop and top" articles, these kind of kills creativity and are often full of body policing. I like reading about the styles of celebrities I like, where they get their inspiration, how to imitate it (those are always fun to read!) and maybe a DIY how-to written by the celebrity hirself?
Is there anything that you wish that you could do more of with your blog?I want to post more. I thought about posting drawings, and more photography, but had no time for it and didn't think about posting.

My 11 questions:
1. What's written on the first object on your left? (or right, if nothing is written on this one)
2. Put your music player on shuffle mode. Press play. Now, don't lie, what's on?
3. What's your first memory? (Mine is being 2-years-old and getting scratched by a kitty, it took me fifteen years and a half to not be scared of them anymore! Nowadays, cats are scared of me; I won.)
4. Your favorite theme song?
5. Your favorite game?
6. What's your greatest hope, the thing you want the more in life?
7. Fast, say something smart (or not) on a subject conventionally considered smart and serious.
8. Is there something you're dying to say these days? Write it.
9. Who do you admire, want to emulate or identify with? (if you do admire, want to emulate or identify with anybody)
10. Is there anything you'd like to do now, but that you don't have the guts to do? If so, what?
11. What are your favorite ways to express yourself? Is there any interesting way to express oneself that you'd like to try?

I'm writing this post to have a good reason to avoid sewing, without being lazy. I was about to make a skirt, but cut the wrong width
Yesterday, I didn't sleep at all and wanted to take pictures outside to keep me awake and sleep at an appropriate hour, unfortunately it was raining so I took some inside.

Now that I have nothing left to talk about, I'm gonna have to do one of these things I'm too lazy to do. A fun fact: I almost got too lazy to write a post even though it was my alternative to not doing other things I like to do, but am too lazy to do once I tell myself I have to!
Oh, and I ate frangipane king cakes recently! Love that.

I just wanted to write a new year post for the feeling.
I thought about writing a New Years Resolutions List, but seeing how if I want to do something I actually do it, and if I don't want to I need to think. THis last sentence makes no sense.
I need a resolutions list, but that would be full of things I should do and if I think and look at it closely, these things maybe don't interest me anymore. Which isn't even sad. So why do a list of boring stuffs?
Put simply, these things I "need" to do stressed me out enough and it just don't interest me anymore now that I thought about it and I believe if I go wrong I can still go right. So many things went right this year.
So, maybe I'd do a list of things I want to do, but if I don't do these it's because I have no time so no need for a list to get me to do these. I don't want to bother myself with that.
Still for the feeling:

WAIT NO TOO MUCH PRESSION.

I just can't do resolutions lists!
Today, super party with my actual bitch. I need to care for her, or she might go away scared by the boom boom of the new year.
I sound drunk, but I'm just tired and only ate and slept and watched the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air to emulate my mule (= my dog.)
It's a sure thing. If I'm too stressed by something that's not even interesting to me anymore, I'd better concentrate my energy on something else ; I might go wrong, but I'll go right somewhere else, and I'm going wrong anyway. I'll find success in what I'll concentrate my energy on instead, what I really want to do.

I've a fruit bat necklace. OUI, MOI. I got an ornement from Dellamorteco and just made a necklace with it. It's adorable and will let me showcase my love of chiropteras in a really detailed way. I feel like protecting it and it's not even alive. <3 Plus: technically, I didn't pay for that.
Pictures of our dog/me party:

If I should go out there, I'd wear my Black Fake Leather Vest. I'm stuck with my dog and pizzas, so I wear a cardigan reminding me of tales' granny imagery with industrial embroidery. (Industrial embroidery is shame I'm gonna embroider stuffs myself.)
Another fast thought about how Christiane Rochefort's books reminds me too much of today and are still very actual and meaningful.
My drunk sleepy dog :

I love this dog. She is actually asleep as I'm writing that, rolled in a small fur ball, paw on nose. Happy new year and do what you want. If you're in the same context as me, finally doing what you actually want for yourself outside of what others see of you is the best decision you can do.

This post will be like a messy potpourri. I guess I'm wishing everybody great holidays, but to be honest I should have done so earlier, as Hanoukka finished more than a week ago and as I'm not celebrating either Christmas or Hanoukka or what have you, which is sad since I have nothing nice to do with my family (love, unity, all that) these days. I feel like even if my family celebrated something by tradition or faith, it'd be sort of an illusion with nobody wanting to be there. One year, my aunt invited us for Christmas; I remember having watched Fashion TV then, something about Karl Lagerfeld and Chanel's collection being inspired by the seas but not in a cliché way.
Thanks god (verbal tic, thanks?), our city organizes free food things in late december, and lots of parties at the end of the year. I'll make an ~apparition~ and maybe meet people who went to school with me and not have anything to say. Funky. (I succeeded at depressing the last person I saw, telling her I was clinically depressed in collège, which depressed us both.)
I sound really negative, but the idea of eating free almonds galettes is really enthusiasting to me. I just don't know how to sound happy without mentioning the less happy things to constrast.
I love the decorations in the street in december, and the Christmas market especially since there have been very few tourists this year (nothing against tourists, but please compare to last year when I almost got drowned under giant talking leather coats, see petition against genetically modified clothes.)
What I like the most, is the fact I could walk around all night two nights ago and no condescending asshole criticized me because, argh, according to them young people are dangerous so either I am in danger or I am a danger (it happens rarely, but even if seeing me as a woman makes them think I'm not a danger, they still think shit of me because I'm young.)
I guess they're always basing themselves on the idea that even if you want to walk a bit, you don't have any valid reason (that would validate your agency over your own damn body!) but meeting your family for Christmas (= take advantage of the lack of tram to have fun walking, running, dancing and rolling over the rails!) is a sufficient reason to not meet any asshole! By asshole, I mean them, 'cause they're the first to make you feel like you don't have the right to be violent or react if you actually got assaulted and their shitty stereotypes are dangerous seeing how these assholes actually base themselves on them to be violent, seeing you as a threat, and if you defend yourself it confirms their stereotypes, étant donné que ces raclures se basent dessus pour être violents et que si la personne se défend ça confirme leurs stéréotypes, even if these stereotypes can't cohabitate with other stereotypes they have. They hold these prejudices to be self-evident.
Then most people who'd actually assault you (mostly during day, mostly older than you, and almost always far away from your "dangerous district"!) are basing themselves on the non-benevolent version of these prejudices and hard-to-break soft ideas; after a while it. really. gets on your nerves!
Well, that day all but two of the people I met wished me good holidays! It was nice.
You need to know, when I went out of my house, I was really irritated, and would kick some walls and stuffs walking by. Then I realized I could do stuffs on these rails that I couldn't do at these hours habitually! Without dying!
Then I couldn't sleep because I was too excited. After a while, I was irritated or rather angry/sad again, so I did a few collages to channel my angry sadness, seeing how 1. I don't want to hurt myself 2. I wouldn't wake my mother up, it's like gremlins and water or food or I don't know I didn't watch these movies!
So I did that:
Then read about surrealism, and that Leonor Fini photo:

Reminded me of this by Camil Tulcan :

Once I got really tired, I made another one for my tiredness, which made me even more sleepy:

Then, I did this one quickly instead of something else I had to do:

There was more I wanted to post, but I'll keep that for later or this post would be too long. Happy holidays!

Something I wore a few days ago:

My mom bought me or rather gave me money to buy the skirt for my birthday. It's from La Redoute. I've wanted a skirt like that for a long time (LITERALLY YEARS!), but expected to buy a black, white or light pink one. When I found one in that color, I was happy.
At first I wore it with a long black shirt wrapped around my waist, but it didn't look like I wanted. It would have been better with a lace or crochet shawl or shirt.
As I went home, the moon was already there:

These, hmm, trees' arms makes me think of fractals. Or insects' legs.
Pardon my tremendously big lack of english vocabulary.
(I'm proud of the first moon photo as I just edited a bit the raw version. Didn't even need to crop it.)

I'm in the kitchen. One of the only properly lit room in this appartment. Real light so we can see things.
That and the living room. Except in the living room, we do not have properly working stores, so we feel like we're being watched; in fact, we're probably being watched!
Most of the time it's not a problem, I do what I need to do during the day or I sleep during the day and do nothing at night.
Today my mom was hurling at the phone, so I couldn't concentrate. Well, I say hurling, but don't worry: she was just speaking in alsacian, which sounds just the same to me. It's like some kind of happy hurling.
Then it was dark, and I saw too badly. I could concentrate on seeing correctly, so I messed up.
As I'm in the kitchen, the fabric scraps with which I'm gonna make bracelets and necklaces will smell like pommes sautées or whatever that smell of the kitchen is. The freezer makes a weird, supportable sound.

I got this dress for 1€. It has a white, wrinkly collar and ending-of-sleeves, which I can't wait to unsew. It's not wrinkly on purpose, but because of lack of care from previous owner. Or because I didn't iron it. Either way, it looks better without the collar and with 7/8 sleeves.
The cardigan sweater I got from my 10 or 11-years-old, when it was way too big. When I saw it again in my closet, I wondered why I didn't give it away, then thought that I'll probably regret giving it away after thinking of a way to wear it (that kind of stuffs happens to me a lot!)
Then I couldn't find one of my other, better red cardigan. So I wore it. And it does look good. The only thing I can reproach is that the collar stay up after being opened. I like this cardigan, now.
I guess I didn't like it because I wore it mainly when I was in a bad place in life.
The smell is becoming increasingly offensive!