tunes

So last week I drove to the shore and back.  On the way there, I started Zao (really, you find the funniest cds when you're moving) and finished DCFC.  But on the way back, I only listened to Capitalist Youth.  Probably like two and a half times, (almost) straight through.
I like it.  And:  they were on NPR this week and everything!  I'm not really one to know if that's a huge deal or not, but I think it is.  Good job Kamper and co.

Font look familiar?  I'm a pretty famous/established/working artist.

The funniest part is wondering how serious Kamper is when he says "princess" and wondering how Kelly feels about it.

crossing

So, I made this shelf ("made" = part disassembly, part new holes and parts, and part reassembly) for my shoes.

It's kind of a little, no-big-deal project, but that's the kind of thing that's going to be happening at the other blog, if we ever get it going.  So, if you want to know what's going on at Lehigh, check there.

yawn

Back in it.  I was on a little vacation, and then we don't have any internet at our house, so: took a quick and welcome break from the internet, which later today I'll exchange for The Busiest Life of FT work/FT school.  Oh, did you want to do something fun?  Sorry, I can't.

Anyway.  Since last we wrote and read each other, I had a little thing for putting dental implants in

(They look like that I guess? Or, at least, that's how they'd look if my mouth was clear?)  Then beach birthday was good, duh.  Then came home and we did this big JAWS/bloody pool/every kind of seafood party.  And moved out.  New house is piles and piles of boxes, but we'll sort that out.

Here's a really good birthday present:  embroidered kitten pillowcases.  (Don't touch that iron kitten, it's hot!).

(Thanks, Mandy).

Today I start school, and I'm nervous and excited.  I'm going to learn so many important things.  And hang out with college kids.   

lesson

Want a hint about Anthropologie?  I got your tip, right here.

So:  I saw this green tiger duvet cover. 

I liked it, but I don't really like anything as much as $228.  Especially something I'm probably going to drool on or get cat hair all over or whatever.  Anyway:  it went on sale, but not the size I needed.  So you call the hotline, they find a store that has it, and that store just sends it to you.  No shipping charges, no store pick-up.  They give you the online sale price, too.
So:  I'm getting the duvet, but from an Anthro in Southlake Texas, for $29.95.  Which is about how much I care about blankets with tigers.
No s+h, and everyone was so nice and it was so easy!

Everything I write on this blog is about shopping lately - but I swear I have lots of other things going on.   Movies, a house, a party, fighting with UPenn dental, surgeries, trips, an upcoming birthday etc.

peacing out

I'm pretty sure this is a thing that is happening. I wouldn't say any of it is set in stone.

They're going to have crabs and clams (no thanks) and we can eat and drink and go swimming, and watch JAWS.  The next day, the pool empties into the street, and we're out.

lil'

Last night we moved some stuff with some strong boys, and then we thought we were five pizza hungry. 

No one is that hungry, even if you're really hungry.
Pizza pizza.  (Seriously.  Little Caesar's).

shipshop

I don't know if I'm kidding myself, but I think I'm buying more grown up shoes.  In a way.

(They're at least taller.)

ki-ca

We've got these three kids on our street, who seem to spend most of their time in our doorway, looking into our living room, watching us watch Prison Break.  They really like our cats, and always have 100 questions about them.

The littlest one ("Jetta", named for the car) and Matt seem to have a very special connection.  She doesn't really talk but yells "KI-CA!" pretty good, which is enough. 

It's one of those things that I'll both miss and non miss when we move.

antsy

I got ants in my pants and cut off my Rapunzel dreams this weekend.

I was doing pretty well (at keeping the scissors at bay) but now I don't have to wonder "what if I had a mohawk again?" every day.

keeping stepping

I forgot to even write about Step Up 3D, which I saw at the Riverview this weekend, with a group of people that included a disgruntled sailor.

Do I even need to tell you about it?  Here's a highlight, where our protagonists stand over a subway vent and share a magical slurpee 3d experience.  And fall in love.  It was a beautiful thing.

This movie was everything I hoped for and more.  Plus some really bad plot.  Go see it.

knitup

This summer, when I was really into writing letters, I wrote to Lion Brand yarn.  I don't totally remember what I wrote (but probably have a scan of the letter somewhere, I tried to be pretty good about that) - but it was probably something about an idea for a project I had or something.
Then a while ago, I got a letter from them, something like "thanks, glad you like us, here's some places to buy our yarn".

Then yesterday?  This big box comes:

So Much Yarn.  There's like a hundred (means about twenty?) skiens, all in nice colors, and some of them are the size of Booger.  (Or, for those of you who don't know her...some of them are the size of a basketball.  A slight exaggeration, but barely).

The best part?  Despite a lot of trying, and some good teachers, I don't know how to knit.  Maybe this winter.

ok

I'm "back" or whatever.  After the jump.  Editorial we.  Web-logs.

I got a little caught up in real life (birthdays, tacos, visitors, packing, dog emergencies, Boom Blox etc) lately and quit caring about (my presence on) the internet, and still don't really, but here's a couple things.

Pictures from our yard this morning:  it's really nice, and just covered with morning glories/old glory

 and...it's also kind of disgusting.  As we purge/throw out stuff while we're packing.  Our piles of garbage just GROW.
Things in the garbage:

typewriter that fell
all the typewriter ribbons I couldn't find when I wanted to
the tiger rug that was great while it lasted
3 Houghton College yearbooks
ac that mostly doesn't work
reality show applications
some pictures of people sleeping
100 more dvd cases
card catolog decopagued with maps of NYS
one million other treasures that didn't make the cut.

And then there's the "clothes swap" pile, a "donate" pile, and a "Nikki" box.  Yikes.  (It feels great to have this stuff on it's way out.)

At least there's flowers on top (of the garbage).

Then, after scoping foliage and garbage, I walked out the gate to see K  got tire-robbed last night, which is the worst.  People are jerks.  People are jerks to Kim's vehicles (last weekend, someone tried to steal her scooter.  Unsuccessful, but successful in making it undriveable, which is still a pretty big bummer, especially in August).

So that was this morning.  On the train (I took the train!  I never take the train!  I was on my bike, but those rainclouds looked pretty ominous and started drip dropping on my head so I hit the El), I listed to the new This American Life, and I must have missed the whole beginning of it, because after a few minutes, I was lost.  I think guy was doing Master Cleanse?   I haven't heard the whole thing yet, but in general, I feel like it (the cleanse) is something I both resent, but want to try.  Like hanging out at the Piazza.

corner

Painting painting painting.  From the worst green and grey to all white everywhere all the time (at least in my room up on the 3rd floor).

And trying to start a new blog about new house, where design adventures will be chronicled (OhaiLehigh will have a lot more process shots, before and afters, stuff like that), and you'll be able to see the place without making the trip.  Although, please: make the trip. Eat some of our figs, they're out of control.

paper

I usually have some big ideas for projects.  Today I went to Blick, which is right by my work, to pick up some paper for a project I'm thinking about*.
I got down there (it's in a weird basement) and got super overwhelmed by how many great papers there are for sale, and then I couldn't pick one, and then I left with nothing.  Not because I couldn't find what I wanted, but because there were too many good options (and they're like a dollar or something.  What?  Why aren't I wallpapering entire rooms?!  I might.  Or a closet...) 

A problem, but a good one.


*I obviously shouldn't be thinking about projects.  I should be packing, and moving stuff, and making projects with paper in like a month or two, when I'm settled in new house. 

comfy

Mitchell Gold and Bob Williams (that furniture store on Chestnut?) just sent a book.
It's called Let's Get Comfortable.

Matt leBlanc immediately did just that.

(Sorry.  Cat pictures are boring, I know - but I really like him.)

local

We went to a pool party.
In Fishtown.
An inground pool, at a 3rd generation Fishtown house. 

We played pool basketball, and listened to big hits and watched this happen

(sorry it's a little sideways.  If you can't really see it, imagine the next picture, as a movie.)

 I'm left with the feelings that 1) there's obviously a better way to open champagne, and 2) someday I want a pool in my life.

Other than that, Prison Break, painting, Mad Decent Block Party, etc.  Usual.