I'd like to share with you a sad little story about my failed attempt to go to the Hello Kitty 35th Anniversary: Three Apples Exhibit that has been at RoyalT in Culver City for the past month.
I'd like to preface this by stating that I am not one of those creepy adults that is obsessed with Hello Kitty. In fact, I have not stepped foot inside a Sanrio store since I was probably ten years old. But I did love Hello Kitty when I was little and thought it would be a cute, fun, and nostalgic little trip over to the other side of town.
Apparently I was just not prepared at all. Firstly, I didn't even wear a red bow. How could I have gone to a Hello Kitty event and not wear a bow? I wear them on an almost daily basis and for this, I forget a bow. It's not like I would ever full on dress up like Hello Kitty (though there were plenty of creepy adults who were) but a bow would have been nice.
On a side note, where do we stand on dressing up (in costume) for events? I think it's cute to put on nerdy glasses or a tie to go see Harry Potter but a couple weeks ago my friend Kaelan violently disagreed with me and shared that he pretty much finds adults who dress up to go to movies to be disgusting. In so many words. I thought that might be a strong reaction, but maybe it's different for boys. I guess adult men in costumes are kind of gross.
Anyways, not only was I not dressed properly for Hello Kitty, but apparently I forgot that it was nearly winter and was not appropriately dressed for the cold. This made having to wait in like for TWO HOURS pretty much unbearable. I think we lasted five minutes in line before we sought sanctuary elsewhere. In my defense however, it's probably about 80 degrees out here in L.A. during the daytime so I really find it difficult to remember that when the sun goes down it's freaking freezing.
I'd like to think that had I been in a big warm coat, and not in four inch heels, and perhaps had a delicious mug of cocoa that I would have been able to tough out the line. But now it's too late. The exhibit is gone and because I waited til the last weekend to go, I have missed it.
Thank god Max was around
to rescue us and take us to an
actual art show with free wine and cheese. Which in my opinion, is really the only way one can truly enjoy art.
(see my arm and purse in the background?)
But please,
Don't let this happen to you.
Now if you'll excuse me, I need to mentally prepare myself for the midnight showing of New Moon. Yes, I respect myself a little less for it as well.
And on a sad FOR REAL note, Daul Kim passed away in Paris last night. I loved her blog I Like to Fork Myself. Hope she and her family can find peace.
I'd like to preface this by stating that I am not one of those creepy adults that is obsessed with Hello Kitty. In fact, I have not stepped foot inside a Sanrio store since I was probably ten years old. But I did love Hello Kitty when I was little and thought it would be a cute, fun, and nostalgic little trip over to the other side of town.
Apparently I was just not prepared at all. Firstly, I didn't even wear a red bow. How could I have gone to a Hello Kitty event and not wear a bow? I wear them on an almost daily basis and for this, I forget a bow. It's not like I would ever full on dress up like Hello Kitty (though there were plenty of creepy adults who were) but a bow would have been nice.
On a side note, where do we stand on dressing up (in costume) for events? I think it's cute to put on nerdy glasses or a tie to go see Harry Potter but a couple weeks ago my friend Kaelan violently disagreed with me and shared that he pretty much finds adults who dress up to go to movies to be disgusting. In so many words. I thought that might be a strong reaction, but maybe it's different for boys. I guess adult men in costumes are kind of gross.
Anyways, not only was I not dressed properly for Hello Kitty, but apparently I forgot that it was nearly winter and was not appropriately dressed for the cold. This made having to wait in like for TWO HOURS pretty much unbearable. I think we lasted five minutes in line before we sought sanctuary elsewhere. In my defense however, it's probably about 80 degrees out here in L.A. during the daytime so I really find it difficult to remember that when the sun goes down it's freaking freezing.
I'd like to think that had I been in a big warm coat, and not in four inch heels, and perhaps had a delicious mug of cocoa that I would have been able to tough out the line. But now it's too late. The exhibit is gone and because I waited til the last weekend to go, I have missed it.
Thank god Max was around
to rescue us and take us to an
actual art show with free wine and cheese. Which in my opinion, is really the only way one can truly enjoy art.
(see my arm and purse in the background?)
But please,
Don't let this happen to you.
Now if you'll excuse me, I need to mentally prepare myself for the midnight showing of New Moon. Yes, I respect myself a little less for it as well.
And on a sad FOR REAL note, Daul Kim passed away in Paris last night. I loved her blog I Like to Fork Myself. Hope she and her family can find peace.
