I am reading Howl's Moving Castle right now and it is soooooo good!
April 25, 2011
Waterlogged YA books!
My sister spotted two boxes of them down the street.
I took these four (they weren't too wet) and I laid the rest out in the sun to dry.
I am reading Howl's Moving Castle right now and it is soooooo good!
I am reading Howl's Moving Castle right now and it is soooooo good!
April 22, 2011
Workplace mystery
Motivation unknown.
April 21, 2011
This morning
On the way to the subway:
A filthy Eames chair!
Does anyone recognize this logo?
If it's not Vitra or Henry Miller I think it means this is a knock-off, but it's odd in that case that it is numbered.
I wonder what is underneath that narsty upholstery?
UPDATE: It's the logo of the airline Lufthansa! They must have bought a bunch of these at one time; how did it get to Brooklyn? Thanks Margot and Greg!!
A filthy Eames chair!
Does anyone recognize this logo?
If it's not Vitra or Henry Miller I think it means this is a knock-off, but it's odd in that case that it is numbered.
I wonder what is underneath that narsty upholstery?
UPDATE: It's the logo of the airline Lufthansa! They must have bought a bunch of these at one time; how did it get to Brooklyn? Thanks Margot and Greg!!
April 20, 2011
April 19, 2011
April 18, 2011
April 16, 2011
New
Platinum Sperry Topsiders.
These things are just . . . the best.
I need to remember the special lace-tying techniques I learned last time I had pair of these! In, say—1990?
These things are just . . . the best.
I need to remember the special lace-tying techniques I learned last time I had pair of these! In, say—1990?
Is it weird
To buy a child's sweater when you don't have a child?
I saw this hand-made item at Value Village in Montreal and for some reason I had to have it.
And now I do.
I saw this hand-made item at Value Village in Montreal and for some reason I had to have it.
And now I do.
April 15, 2011
April 14, 2011
Knitting
It is SO HARD.
You remember this lace I was knitting. Well, I decided it was dumb to be knitting lace in yellow cotton (it turns out Greg does not want a yellow jabot), and so I unraveled it and started again, wider this time, with some nicer yarn. Over the course of two ten-hour train trips I started and restarted this same piece of knitting at LEAST ten times, and I am not even exaggerating. Maybe it was the different yarn, but "things" kept happening. Like, after a number of rows, I would count and there would be 74 stitches, and then I would knit a row with no apparent mishap . . . but then when I counted the stitches again there would mysteriously be two extra. And then in the next row two more would appear out of nowhere, or maybe one would disappear, even though I was being EXTREMELY careful. Or some weird thing would happen and I would try to fix it and get the stitches backward, then try to fix that, then drop a stitch and—it was sad :(
So a few days I ago I decided, fine—I'll go back to the yellow cotton yarn if that's what it takes. And (with only a few mishaps) I knit like 30 beautiful rows (six inches?) before it all went to hell again. I kept unknitting rows and reknitting them as I traveled to work and back, trying to get it right, and generally regressing rather than progressing over each twenty-four hour period.
Finally tonight I just didn't know if I was coming or going with it anymore. So I took it all out and started again.
And this is what I got so far:
How do people ever knit SWEATERS?
You remember this lace I was knitting. Well, I decided it was dumb to be knitting lace in yellow cotton (it turns out Greg does not want a yellow jabot), and so I unraveled it and started again, wider this time, with some nicer yarn. Over the course of two ten-hour train trips I started and restarted this same piece of knitting at LEAST ten times, and I am not even exaggerating. Maybe it was the different yarn, but "things" kept happening. Like, after a number of rows, I would count and there would be 74 stitches, and then I would knit a row with no apparent mishap . . . but then when I counted the stitches again there would mysteriously be two extra. And then in the next row two more would appear out of nowhere, or maybe one would disappear, even though I was being EXTREMELY careful. Or some weird thing would happen and I would try to fix it and get the stitches backward, then try to fix that, then drop a stitch and—it was sad :(
So a few days I ago I decided, fine—I'll go back to the yellow cotton yarn if that's what it takes. And (with only a few mishaps) I knit like 30 beautiful rows (six inches?) before it all went to hell again. I kept unknitting rows and reknitting them as I traveled to work and back, trying to get it right, and generally regressing rather than progressing over each twenty-four hour period.
Finally tonight I just didn't know if I was coming or going with it anymore. So I took it all out and started again.
And this is what I got so far:
How do people ever knit SWEATERS?
Plants
Are doin' it for themselves!
Seriously, I just give them water from time to time (OK, every day), and they do all the rest!
So pretty.
Seriously, I just give them water from time to time (OK, every day), and they do all the rest!
So pretty.
April 13, 2011
THIS JUST IN
Huge wall of fog rolls into midtown Manhattan. Office worker on coffee break is reminded of her homeland, where huge walls of fog regularly roll all over everything.
April 12, 2011
Found on the way to work
Bocce!!
Endorsed by the United States Bocce Federation, so you know it's good.
I couldn't take it with me, though, and when I came by after work, it was gone. Which spared me having to decide whether I wanted bocce in my life (and/or apartment).
Endorsed by the United States Bocce Federation, so you know it's good.
I couldn't take it with me, though, and when I came by after work, it was gone. Which spared me having to decide whether I wanted bocce in my life (and/or apartment).
April 11, 2011
April 10, 2011
Springtime!
By the highway.
This is the tree in front of our house.
While I was taking these pictures a sparrow flew out of the dryer vent!
Nest-building time again.
This is the tree in front of our house.
While I was taking these pictures a sparrow flew out of the dryer vent!
Nest-building time again.
NEW HAT
Check this baby out.
Vintage wool felt w/ pom pom! It stands up real nice.
What I really need is a spring hat, however.
Vintage wool felt w/ pom pom! It stands up real nice.
What I really need is a spring hat, however.
Devils vs Leafs
Yes, we went to another hockey game!
It was awesome—the Devils won but Leafs scored during a power play (in which THEY were two players short) and then almost tied the score in the third period. Woot!
But the best part BY FAR was—singing "Oh Canada!"
Living in New York you don't get too many chances to salute your home and native land in song. I sang "The Star Spangled Banner" too, obvs—but it wasn't the same.
It was awesome—the Devils won but Leafs scored during a power play (in which THEY were two players short) and then almost tied the score in the third period. Woot!
Living in New York you don't get too many chances to salute your home and native land in song. I sang "The Star Spangled Banner" too, obvs—but it wasn't the same.
"Editor" pencil
Half blue, half red.
Awesome! (Even though I literally never use a red or a blue pencil.)
Saturday
I decided I would be my own dog!
So I canceled the plans I had and just did whatever I wanted. This turned out to be not wearing pants, knitting, listening to 2666 on my iphone, sauntering, shopping, talking on the phone to my friend for forty-five minutes on the sidewalk, looking at books, more shopping, trying on hats, more hats, then eating the best snack ever on a bench while looking at hats on the internet (I still need a hat pretty bad).
Followed by a thorough rummage in a thrift shop, then some freelance editing, sandwich eating, kitchen cleaning (including the fridge!), Bourne Identity watching, and knitting, followed by dozing with the light on.
And then Greg came home and I told him all about it. Best.
So I canceled the plans I had and just did whatever I wanted. This turned out to be not wearing pants, knitting, listening to 2666 on my iphone, sauntering, shopping, talking on the phone to my friend for forty-five minutes on the sidewalk, looking at books, more shopping, trying on hats, more hats, then eating the best snack ever on a bench while looking at hats on the internet (I still need a hat pretty bad).
And then Greg came home and I told him all about it. Best.
April 8, 2011
Does life get better than this?
Seriously.
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