Last week

I visited Los Angeles for the first time ever! People, did you know there are places where the weather is nice EVERY DAY, people are not completely stressed out, and it is not ugly at all??!

I wore flip flops, there were palm trees, I ate frozen yoghurt twice (very uncharacteristic!), I visited my friend's awesome live/work studio, I hung out with my pals, I ate SOOO much good food, there were doggies, I went to the beach and to the Getty, and in addition to a coyote, several hummingbirds, and three cottontails, I saw an amazing giant eagle!

Wow, right?

Tonight!

It rained this morning so I left my bike at home and took the bus. Walking home after work, I found a very special, very old item:

Red Devil Supreme Quality High Gloss Enamel.

The Can with the Color on the Top! Apply . . . Fast Dry! Looks New!

You may use it on your roadster. And/or perambulator.

Also:



The exact color of my flesh.

Greg Reynolds!

He has won a sculpture commission for Randall's Island in the East River!

It's gonna look like this:

Seventeen-foot rowboat, yo!

More found stuffffff!

I toted these home in my bike basket on Sunday:

A bunch of Childcraft books from the seventies (they are surprisingly awesome!).

And . . .

A basket. In which I stuck a bunch of crochet stuff.

Handy.

Found last night!

On the way home from a run in the park:

An awesome new chair! Quite old and very well made.

(Please ignore all forms of mess in this picture.)

And on the chair, in a box:



OMG OMG OMG—it matches this one!



Yes, the world is indeed full of hats.








AWESOME GOOFUS AND GALLANT BABIES. (Gallant is the one on the swing, obvs)

And bonus:



Mini cowboy on Shetland pony.

YEAH!!!

Uh oh

Empty.

I'm gonna have to call in sick.

Ha ha ha!

God I love "Hark, A Vagrant."

Add some glasses to the little girl and you got R. Roberts (though as a child I was interested more in bikes than skateboards).

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!

Tree flowers

They grow right outta the branch?!

The easter bunny came!

He brought a few pals.

Almond milk

Alloneword.

(It sure tastes good tho.)

Workplace mystery

Someone removed the pom poms from my doorknob in the night and placed them on my chair.

Motivation unknown.

Sitrep: Cats

It appears that all is well in Los Angeles.

Thank you Beth, reporter on the ground.

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!!

Last night

I actually don't have anything to say about this. I just wanted to look at it.

Breakfast time!

Yes, that is my stomach.

Greg

 I enjoy this pants-sneakers-leather laces thing he's got going on.

Found

Rasta scalp.

Cats in the Sea Services

Go immediately to this website.

Thank you Anonymous for this amaaaaaaaaaazing recommendation!

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?

More Value Village!

Purchased:

Supplies!

For something or other.

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.

One day

This beautiful tree will block the view of the highway.

But we won't be living here then.

Dusk

The sky was an amazing color tonight.

Le chat

Hello Montreal cat!

Allow me.

That's right.



Purrrrrrrrrrrrr.




I always leave them satisfied.

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?

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.

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.

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).

Sordid scene

On the night table.

Exley is getting a bit wild these days.