166. nose to the grindstone
August 31st, 2009 § 10 Comments
I received the missing parts for my back-up camera today, so I decided to take a picture of the prettiest thing in my apartment right now: my desk. This is where I spend the bulk of my day, as you might be able to tell by the computer, the books, and the mug of licorice-and-fennel tea next to the photograph of my husband and his grandfather.
I used to feel guilty about my obsession with buying fresh flowers from the farmer’s market. It just seemed like such an unnecessary luxury. But then my friend Kat told me one day to think of it as therapy; sometimes you just have to do nice things for yourself, because they make you feel better. And ever since, I’ve not batted an eyelash at picking up a bouquet (or two, or three) at the market.
good eats
165. bad soup
August 29th, 2009 § 1 Comment
I have a confession to make.
I made bad soup today. It was my first attempt at using a crockpot, which my beloved friend Katie gave to Chris and me as a wedding present; I based my attempt at soup off of a recipe Katie had given me for Basic Soup. Tomatoes. Onions. Garlic. Etc. I hung around the house, smelling the soup as it stewed for hours and hours. It smelled amazing as I went through my daily blog reads — as I paid my doctor’s bills — as I filled out my university hiring forms for teaching — as I watched bad television out of the corner of my eye — as I chatted online with my friend Joanne, who is helping me with a new banner for this blog.
I lay on the loveseat with my laptop and inhaled the soup-fumes, glancing at the clock. Was it three hours yet? No, not yet. Not time for soup yet. Now? Yes, at six-thirty, I could try the soup. The onions had gone translucent. I spooned myself a bowl. I even took a picture of the soup with my iSight, in preparation for blogging about it later. (It was not photogenic.)
Like I said, the soup was bad, and I was so sad that I had somehow ruined it. I ate three-fourths of a bowl out of dogged persistence (it’s okay, right? no, it’s really not… eh, maybe I should just stop) and then called Mr. Spot’s for some chili cheese fries. It’s okay, though. Next time I’ll make a truly bangin’ batch of soup…
164. jason who?
August 28th, 2009 § Leave a Comment
Image from Refinery29, Band of Outsiders Fall 2009 Lookbook
Once, while I was wandering around campus as an undergraduate, a friend of mine stopped me on the sidewalk and said that they were going to be hanging out with Jason Schwartzman later, and did I want to come.
No thanks, I said. I probably had a problem set to muddle through or a paper to write. But what I was really thinking was, Who’s Jason Schwartzman?
Since then, I’ve seen Rushmore and Marie Antoinette, and I have to say that I regret my former decision. But I’ll have to make do with these adorably snazzy pictures from the Band of Outsiders Fall 2009 lookbook… (Refinery29)
163. designer to know: sea pony
August 27th, 2009 § 4 Comments
The reason this post is so belated is that I kept hoping to find a camera to use so that I could get a better picture of this awesome fascinator — but right now I won’t be getting a new camera till November, so in the meantime, we’ll have to make do with my iSight. Trust me when I say it’s beautiful, beautiful, beautiful!
What is it: Sea Pony Clothing, a San-Francisco based accessories brand, created by the spangly-fantastic Fatima; I met her at the Indie Mart, and she was wearing these amazing crisscross sheer tights and colorful eyeshadow!
What she makes: Intricate and affordable headpieces by hand. Specializes in custom bridal pieces; also sells pieces for everyday wear.
Where you can get it: Check out the Indie Mart in San Francisco, call her at (415) 574-6419, email her at seaponyclothing@gmail.com, or find her pieces at Shotwell @ Union Square, SF or Loft 1513 @ Noe Valley, SF.
162. walk with me: a video post
August 27th, 2009 § 1 Comment
jumper: obey propaganda, high-waisted leggings: AA, red boots: somewhere in Taiwan, coyote tooth earrings: DIY
locations: The Get Up Vintage, Comet Coffee, Arcadian Antiques, Angell Hall (University of Michigan), my studio
music: “yellow banana,” hang on the box
Take a walk with me through Ann Arbor!
161. bride, groom
August 26th, 2009 § 6 Comments
