She works hard for the money

Yesterday and day before yesterday I've been working, helping a friend. He's building a stone.. wall (?) or fence to his yard. Now those are some big rocks we've been carrying and lifting, turning and placing. The fence looks really nice and I was strangely proud of myself helping. Not that helping a friend is something you should celebrate, I mean it's sort of given when it comes to friends and friendship, but I was proud of myself for I didn't collapse while doing it. I'm not that strong, really. 

But what was strong was the alcohol I was offered. Another friend got a fun or "fun" booze roulette game. For some reason I won (or lost) the first 8 rounds ending up rather drunk. How I was ever allowed on a bike to go home is beyond me. I was in the same state as I was 2 years ago, trying for 30 minutes to undo my Doc Martens boots. Stella didn't allow me to go home on a bike. Anyway..

I chose to wear something appropriate for the occasion. First of all, trousers that are loose and sort of echo the hard, physical work. What else is there in that field besides Levi's denim, worn and torn, taking us back to the 19th century, rural America, cowboys and indians, moving rocks to find gold. And to enhance the all american feel (I'm really into America right now) I wore my old pair of crooked jeans with a sleeveless t-shirt.

While we were working we, obviously, listened to Michael Jackson and discussed his life, death and music. 

Now, I was never a huge fan of Michael. Actually I was, when Bad came out in 1987 I had to buy it. But as a huge huge Madonna fan I felt like I was cheating on her so I had to give the album to a friend of mine. I know I know, but I was 11 at the time and let's be honest, kids aren't really that smart. But as I said on May 22nd I'm still loving his look and style in the 80s. O so very inspirational. 

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[Anna]

Kuulostaa heviltä hommalta tuo aidanrakentaminen! :)

Ja Amerikka...kyllä! Mä olen kanssa inspiroitunut siitä kovin monin tavoin viime aikoina, kuten blogistani varmaan on voinut huomatakin. Nyt kolisee juurevan americanan lisäksi ennen kaikkea L.A.: olen lukemassa (taas) rokkielämäkertaa, tällä kertaa Slashin, ja kirjassa kuvattu myyttinen rock-L.A. kiehtoo minua kovasti. En ole ikinä itse Losissa vieraillutkaan, joten tää on ihan puhdasta mielikuvainspiroitumista. Mut sehän se parasta onkin: saa ihan ite päättää millaista siellä on! :)

Upea tuo sun hihaton teeppari - koko look on ihan kymppi!