A roommate of mine a few years back drove an almost new black Mercedes Benz coupe. The car was a little misfitting - she was more the type to drive something a bit more wonky than a sleek black sports car. She was fairly flippant about life in general, and had very strange interests. She had a tape deck installed in her car in addition to the existing CD player, because she thought it would be “cool” to listen to cassette tapes. Problem was, she didn’t own any. On a weekly basis, she would remind me that she desperately needed to find a Dire Straits tape STAT, for she simply couldn’t drive any longer without one. That was it - just Dire Straits. There was this little pawn shop across the street that we would frequent in order to find a copy of (any) Dire Straits CDs (because no other store in their right mind will still carry an entire wall of cassette tapes). She’s still looking. Maybe they all went here:
Thomas and I recently bought a mini scrubber brush for our dishes, which I wanted for quite some time, but kept forgetting. It looks like this, but green:
We’ve had it for about a week, and haven’t used it very frequently. Well, the other night Thomas went skating, and I walked into the kitchen after he’d left and saw this:
My first reaction was “what the hell?!”, second reaction was “what the hell did Thomas do to the scrubber I so desperately wanted?!”. Thomas came home after I’d forgotten all about it (forgotten to accuse) and he asked me what I did to it! He said he came home earlier before I got home from work and saw it there in shambles. I thought he was kidding at first, and we questioned each other for about 30 minutes before finally accepting that neither of us had broken it. It’s creepy because it looks like someone tried to pile it back together into place. We’re convinced we have a ghost that hates washing dishes.
Okay so the words whomever arranged these chose are beyond dull, but you get the idea - blah, blah, Scrabble lovers rejoice, blah.
Although I do love Scrabble, those little wooden trays need to be redesigned. While I’m sure it would be traumatizing for us all if we had to switch to a new system, my letters are always falling off! I’m thinking it needs some overhead support.
There’s a monstrosity of a building in Atlanta called City Hall East, formerly the Sears, Roebuck and Co. factory, that has been in complete disrepair for years. The city tried to keep it up for a while, but it grew pretty embarrassing when there were bums and crime surrounding the government building in the middle of the city. Finally they closed their doors, making room for what might later become a renovated factory turned condominium building. They’re having a massive (GODZILLA-LIKE) “yard” sale this week, and it’s a gold mine for vintage furnishings. The Minute Waltz and I went today, and I drooled over the vintage refrigerators with robin’s egg blue interiors, Eames-inspired wool office chairs, and retro school desks to fill classrooms for the whole city. And ALL for under $20 a piece!
One major problem: I have no space for new furniture! Our small apartment (despite the high ceilings) is perfectly decorated to the brim and not a single addition could possibly fit. I know I’ll be able to put great use to the steals in a year or two - why did this opportunity have to come at such an inopportune time?! Anyone want some free furniture to borrow for the next year (aka storage for my compulsions!)? It’s quite the dilemma.
Check out these new necklaces, bracelets, and earrings I’ve just put up in my etsy shop. Easy finds for the Summer and Fall! I’m also currently redesigning my website, so look out for a new look soon - I’ll keep you posted.
Dark brown leather and freshwater pearl necklace, $60
Nothing like a little self-promotion … new jewelry from Lainey Papageorge (I work for Elaina Designs) - check it out on etsy.
My sister, aka Spundone, is the only person I’ve ever known to make pom-poms on a regular basis. I love it - she really knows how to bring it “back” - they’re no longer just on the back of low socks. This fiber artist reminds me of her (and she’s hand-weaving a rug much like this comforter!).
oh, the wonders of LEGO. I’ve been in DC all weekend/early week visiting my family, and my little brothers are obsessed with LEGOs (naturally). We built some pretty awesome things, including my mod artist’s studio and The Minute Waltz’s skate park. I tried to take pictures but they didn’t turn out too well - maybe post some later.
"The velcro fastening sars guard really protects you agaist sars, anthrax and international terrorism. Plus it holds your hood up while bike riding, and conceals your identity if you want to put up art in a public place. Velcro is tastefully arranged in a sweet kriss kross pattern appearing in delicious top stitch."
I’ve been growing my hair out for almost a year and have fended off my cravings for a haircut, despite my obsession with the activity. Today I caved, finally sick of my long hair in the hot GA sun, which I have constantly thrown up into a side ponytail. Tiny bob again! I’m home! I’ll consider a photo when I look decent one of these days.
I found this DIY on Giver’s Log via CRAFT on how to make glowing snow cones. It’s really obvious, actually - just stick one of those bracelet glow sticks in the bottom of your glass and fill with ice and drank! (or shredded ice and syrup for snow cones, as they suggest). I really want to do this to every drink I consume - this habit may grow expensive.
I miss the 1950s when even everything was beautiful (I’ll excuse McCarthyism). I think I was secretly transported to the future from the 50s because it all feels like home. Need a reminder of how beautiful they were? Watch A Single Man, directed by Tom Ford (okay, so he can make anything beautiful, right?).
She brings up an excellent point on her blog post - why put shoes on babies that can’t even walk? A little more creativity, people! I’m thinking: frog feet (with the rounded ends), blue footed booby feet, and robot feet. The possibilities are endless.
These beautifully shaped ceramic bowls remind me of red blood cells. I especially love the matte colors. Maria Wojdat of the UK forms these ceramics by pounding into wet clay in a mortar and pestle fashion.