I'm resurrecting this website. Welcome to AVSmakes!

It's strangely meta to be resurrecting this website with my name.  That's because my name, Anastacia, literally means "of the resurrection" or "a new beginning".  I'll be sharing a little story about that, later.

Last year, I started AVSmakes on a whim on April 3, 2014.  It didn't sink in at the time, but I actually paid for a Squarespace membership and was supposed to start posting regularly.

Well, come April 3, 2015, and Squarespace asked me to renew my site.  Whoops, I didn't realize I was paying for an unused site all year.  I also couldn't afford the renewal charge at the time.  (I was ridiculously unemployed and living in San Francisco)

But I didn't forget about AVSmakes, and over the summer I spent hours wondering if I should resurrect the site.  Finally, I found myself eager for an outlet to share my projects.  I would see other creative blogs and actually feel jealous.  So, it's time to fix that! I've re-instated my Squarespace subscription and will be slowly adding new projects to the site.  

Since I'm starting a new site, basically from scratch, I'll share a little story about myself as an introduction.

Hi, I'm Anastacia

In Improv, a popular warm-up is to go around a circle, and say an adjective beginning with the first letter of your name that describes you.  So, "Hi, I'm Adventurous Anastacia!".

Growing up in NYC, people always asked if I was Russian.  Anastasia is a Russian name, and since there are a lot of Russians in NYC it was a valid question.  But few people know that Anastasius was actually a common Christian name in Ancient Rome & Greece.  It means "of the resurrection" or "a new beginning", and was given to children born around Easter time, in the days when Christians were persecuted by the Roman Empire.

My mom chose the name because she had decided to leave her husband before I was born.  She was married to him for 10 years before that, and she tried to make the marriage work.  But once a baby entered the picture she decided to go it on her own.  I joke that she was putting a lot of pressure on me to be her "new beginning".  But I was happy to have a unique name.  It was spelled Anastasia although we all pronounced it Anastacia.

Growing up, one favorite Disney movie was Cinderella.  I suppose I liked the rag-to-riches story, the gaggle of furry animal friends, and that she was a seamstress!  But the evil step-sisters name was Anastasia, and I did not want to be like her.  And since my name wasn't pronounced like that anyway, I asked my mom if I could change the spelling from an "s" to a "c".  To my surprise, she didn't have any problem with it at all.

So in the 3rd grade, I started spelling my name differently.  I changed it from "Anastasia" to "Anastacia".  I'll never forget the day my teacher called it out in class.  Handing back papers, she said "You're spelling your name wrong, Anastasia.".  I could not have been more proud to reply, "No, that's the way my name is spelled, from now on!"  Even adults don't really change their name that much, but here I was, at eight years old, declaring a new spelling!

I used the new spelling unofficially until I turned 18, when I got it legally changed.  Now, my passport "correctly" says Anastacia, and I'm pretty proud of my name and it's history.

 

I'm resurrecting this website! Welcome to AVSmakes by Anastacia

Last year, I started AVSmakes on a whim on April 3, 2014.  It didn't sink in at the time, but I actually paid for a Squarespace membership and was supposed to start posting regularly.

Well, come April 3, 2015, and Squarespace asked me to renew my site.  Whoops, I didn't realize I was paying for an unused site all year.  I also couldn't afford the renewal charge at the time.  (I was majorly unemployed and living in San Francisco)

But I didn't forget about AVSmakes, and over the summer I spent hours wondering if I should resurrect the site.  Finally, I found myself dying for an outlet to share my projects.  I would see other creative blogs and actually feel jealous.  So, it's time to fix that! I've re-instated my Squarespace subscription and will be slowly adding new projects to the site.  

Since I'm starting a new site, basically from scratch, I'll share a little story about myself as an introduction.

 

Why don't I have 3 heads?

Whenever I shop for fabric, I feel like Mozart's character in the movie Amadeus.  This was my favorite movie when I was a child.  I was learning piano, and trying my best to compose.  But I knew that I was nowhere close to having Mozart's talent and ambition.  I still loved this movie because it showed an amazing artist who also had a very troubled existence.  

Why do I bring up this scene in my favorite movie?  Because I've been trying to pick fabric to re-upholster our chairs for about 3 months.  I've narrowed it down to oooh about 50 choices.  Scroll to see my current list....


red-fabric-upholstery-abstract-pattern
 Couch upholstery swatches - mustard yellow with patterns

Couch upholstery swatches - mustard yellow with patterns

 Couch upholstery list #2 - blue, green, red

Couch upholstery list #2 - blue, green, red

April Fool's Day, A time for reflection

 Me (Anastacia), playing guitar as well as I played my classmates on that fateful April 1

Me (Anastacia), playing guitar as well as I played my classmates on that fateful April 1

April Fool’s Day isn't really a time for reflection, but it is for me.  Why is that? Well, when I was very young, I loved pranks! And when I was a senior in highschool, I orchestrated The Best April Fool’s Day ever.  It was completely spontaneous and incredibly inspired.  It was like a piece of classical music…. It began with a simple, quiet melody.  A few other instruments joined in, tossing the melody back and forth.  By the middle of the piece, every instrument was playing the melody in a giant crescendo.  

I've yearned an April 1st like that day ever since, but have held off any pranks to avoid a sad attempt to recreate a masterpiece.

THE BEST APRIL 1, ever

I was passing notes with a friend in a morning class.  Notes were pretty silly, because we risked getting in a lot of trouble without having much to say.  It was rare a note had any interesting information, but we worked hard to pass them back and forth without being spotted.

I was getting a little bored, when I realized it was April Fool’s Day.   What better time to participate in this ridiculous holiday than now?  I had to think of a prank that would translate well into causal, note passing format.  And, an episode of MTV’s True Life was stuck in my head.  It was one of the episodes about getting implants, and the girls getting boob or nose jobs was not the interesting part.  It was the guy who was featured, who had gotten calf implants, that was still on replay in my head.  So, there it was, my note to Vicky…. “I think I’m getting calf implants”

 Vicky, who was wise enough to question if it was an April Fool's joke, but could not see past my amazing acting skills

Vicky, who was wise enough to question if it was an April Fool's joke, but could not see past my amazing acting skills

 

When the bell rang, my friend was ripe with questions.  Luckily the episode of True Life prepared me with a lot of info about calf implants and why someone would choose to get them.  She even asked me if this was an April Fool’s prank.  I told her in all seriousness, I had been thinking about it for a while.  My excellent acting & research skills surely convinced her that this was no joke.

 

By lunch time, the rumor spread to our circles in the cafeteria.  I was pretty surprised people still believed me, once everyone was talking about it.  Luckily, I was able to throw my mom’s opinion on the matter into the story.  To my friends’ shock, my mom was always very disappointed in the size of my calves, and she said she’d get me surgery for my 17th birthday.  I decided to go through with it, because: what’s the harm in a little extra bulk in the calf region?

Finally, Lindsay came into the cafeteria.  As soon as she heard the story that was going around, she pretty much said “Uh, no… that’s an April Fool’s day joke”

Thanks, Lindsay!  But really, it was good timing.  Lunch period was over and I was bored of the joke by that point.  

 Lindsay, who wasn't fooled by my shenanigans

Lindsay, who wasn't fooled by my shenanigans

Luckily, the fun continued after school!  My friends now wanted to pull a prank on their parents.  Fiona asked me to call her mom, and so I made up a story about how Fiona was caught cheating.  Acting as our Principal, Sister Martha, I recited the motto of our school, (Veritas) and said that cheating was grounds for expulsion.  Her poor mom believed me, once again due to my excellent acting.  The prank was so convincing that Fiona’s mom asked me to do it again, this time to her dad.  

 

After that, we tried to convince Laura’s parents that we were lesbians, but they were too savvy to fall for it.  I also told my mom I had dyed my hair pink.  She was not amused, but her reaction was not amusing either.  Regardless, we had had our fair share of fun pranks for the day.


We were so gassed up on silliness that it was hard to get anything else done.  I may have practiced the piano that night, but I definitely didn't do any homework!  Viva l'April