Thursday, September 29, 2011


Here's the newest jawn on my walls.  Frowny Ghost.

(from Matt Smith.  He's my nephew.  He's 6).  I like it a lot.

Wednesday, September 28, 2011


My studies in X-Files Mythology were put to the test when I found this pile of (assuredly) graveyard dirt that appeared in the middle of my bedroom floor.

Definitely someone is trying to hex me (put a hex on me?), but so far* it's not working.  

*So far, I also don't have a broom yet, so it hasn't moved.

Tuesday, September 27, 2011


Roxy brought me some cotton candy.  It was kind of weird to start with, then fell behind my miracle bookshelf.
I found it today.
Now it looks like this:
very hard, very red (not puffy, not pink).

Thanks, though.

For anyone else looking to drop some housewarming presents, start thinking HALLOWEEN.

Monday, September 19, 2011

'tique-ing out

On Saturday, I started my new little job at Nest.  On the way there (okay, and on the way back) I stopped by this flea market at St. Pete's.  It was pretty good, and it happens a lot, in different neighborhoods on different weekends.

Crystals, croquet, this tiny traincase (that is no longer available.  Because I got it).

Most regretted "did not get" item?

The tiniest bear skin rug.  Oops.

Anyway, it's a regular thing you can* go to.

*"can" = "should", and looking at you Melissa, Carina, Amber, Kelly.

Sunday, September 11, 2011


Spent all afternoon working on assembling this whole thing.  Then it didn't fit where I wanted it to, even though I measured so so much.  I don't want it in my house.

Anybody want an assembled 2x4 Expedit?  Make me an offer.  It's even on wheels!  You can walk it home.

Thursday, September 8, 2011


There's something so gratifying about throwing away soaking wet flats, just because they're wet.

It feels luxurious, and preposterous, and indulgent.  And like a big "f' you" to the rain.

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

pompomeranian, 2

I've been having a hard time* with getting the internet at my new house.

BUT, T was over this weekend, and like a big hero, found the one spot in space where my Roku picked up the internet.  So now, it's supspended in mid-air between my tv and the window, utilizing an otherwise unused string of bright red pompoms.  And guess what:  I get so much Netflix now.  And everything else.  I still can't check my email, but I can watch tv**.

*a "hard time" means
1.  I am too stubborn/cheap to set up with Comcast. 
2.  I was too nervous to just ask my neighbor to share his password/bill.
3.  After I got up the nerve to ask him (which was no big deal), I am too un-motivated to follow through with reminding him about it.

**X-files, obv.