Saturday

Greg and Rebecca shopping day!

Non-secret purchases:

Two tiny chai glasses!

Nice.

The best pipecleaners on the planet:

For cleaning my pipe (or something).

And, finally:

Bahn miiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!

We scarfed them down so fast.

Winners!

Greg won a prize at the ol' Whitney Museum staff party raffle.

We get to choose from among an array of items, including:

Our blender just broke, but that's boring. It's time to get us some MEAT!!!

New ring!

It's a ruby.

Awesome

There are still professional signpainters!

Sometimes

Life is a pretty sweet fruit.

Hmmm

Do I want a pair of Frye motorcycle boots?

Why, yes.

Yes I do!

A midden!

Unearthed:

Ceramic artifacts:

A lady.

A freaky head-face.

This thing.

And, most importantly:

Pensive full-body-glitter-suited angel babies!

Now on display at our house.

In the subway

Don't let the hand picked flunkies appointed by McCarron get another chance to screw you!

Also, eagle carpenter:

Whoever designed this should get a citation from the union (for awesomeness).

I was here

Distinctive jam-jar-shaped coffee stain.

It is dusk

A cat is probably watching you.

Check it out

Flowers!

A cake was made this eve

Inspired by this picture. We were having a family blog slide show and when we saw it we were both like "DROOL."

Hence:

Prize for cutest little measuring spoon:



First place.

Package

I got something in the mail today!

A comic book by Marc Bell from the mid-1990s!

With ephemera!

And personal note.

I first read his stuff in The Coast in Halifax, then I picked up a few books at some zine fair or other (There is Nothing, Shrimpy and Paul, Big Pile Comics), then I bought his new book at the New York Art Book Fair last month, from Drawn and Quarterly. Then, while surreptitiously stalking him on Facebook, I came across his Etsy store.

And now I got a new book to read! (Well, reread . . . I took care of the first go-round on the subway on the way home from work.)

In the Catskills

We realized neither of us had packed a toothbrush!

HOWEVER.

In Greg's special emergency pouch (always in backpack):

Not only a toothbrush, but a toothbrush customized to fit in the pouch!!

It was like a miracle to me. Greg = #1!

Elevator

Someone broke some doohickey offa something.

New tea towels!

Super-soft absorbent linen, which is a bit hard to find these days, and edifying religious slogans to improve my mind and morals.

Also calendars.

But the best thing about them is: they were free!

Yes, I took them from a "free box" at a yard sale. The lady gave me the dirtiest look, holy moly. Greg said it was because I didn't actually BUY anything, just raided the ol' free box. All I have to say is—if it ain't free, don't put it in that box!

Anyhoo: NEW TEA TOWELLLLLLLS!

Mica two ways

It's amazingly transparent.

I did a lot of digging around in the dirt today, helping Greg get his boat out of the ground at Randall's Island. Did you know that shovelling dirt is REALLY HARD WORK?? Phew.

I have gained a new respect for Greg, who shovelled all day yesterday by himself.

This tree

I like to see it between me and the highway.

It looked really pretty today.

In other news, this guy:

Now with hat.