No hate for SATC from moi, but maybe your personality is, in fact, linked to your favorite Sleater-Kinney member. Like, if you're a Corin, you're the bad-ass activist one. Or something. I haven't really fully fleshed this out.
Moving on: who doesn't have a girl crush on Carrie Brownstein? She has the greatest NPR BLOG. Could there be anything better? This post in particular made me nod in agreement on all points. Also? I hate twee fans too, even though I once considered myself one.
One of my favorite stores/brands is Jack Spade. I loved writing about the newly opened shop when I was shopping editor at Citysearch (is that still online? Yes!). Here's a great video from JS during Fashion Week. Note Andy Spade taking a bow at the end. So cute! Though is it just me, or is he being played by Tommy Hilfiger?
One of my dream rides is a VW Beetle convertible--old school, not one of the nouveau style ones. I mean, those are fine and nice and all, but I just ache for the old ones. Clicking through one of the local auction house's upcoming sale lists, I just saw not one but two, barely driven, up for the taking. Ryan brought me back to earth by reminding me that the cars would likely go for upwards of $20K, but I am hurting for these. We could have matching convertibles! OK, I don't know if that's just gilding the lily, but one? Please, someone? Can we register for the brown one and we'll skip the kitchen stuff?
Someday someone will discover the gene sequence for a desire to live in a television apartment--specifically, Mary Tyler Moore's. (The sequence MTM? I totally have it, it's located somewhere around MM, the ability to eat one-pound bags of chocolate candy and then three-course meals.) There's a post-off about TV decor over at Shelterrific, and this has led me to discover an actual blueprint of MTM's awesome pad here. So awesome. All the love for the sunken living room reminds me of my first single-girl residence, a sweet and chic studio at the Kensington House, chronicled once by the New York Times in a studio-centric piece.
My kitchen sink was so wee that I had to fill my stock pot in the bathtub, and my closets left a lot to be desired, but I had the glorious sunken living space. No doorman named Carlton, however, which reminds me--hey, that was on "Rhoda"!
OK, sorry fellow readers, but this is bullshit. I am totally in love with recorded books (unabridged, of course) for a multitude of reasons, but mostly because they allow me to "read" and drive an otherwise uneventful commute. Why the hate?
This article from last week's NYT is a love song to British chocolate. A love song I often sing to anyone who will listen. Now send me your Aero bars, monarchists. Holla!
I was at Target yesterday, buying Grape Nuts and waiting patiently for the Libertine stuff to arrive, when I realized the Great Summer Switch had happened. You know the one--suddenly the garden and barbecue aisles become devoted to crayons and backpacks, and everything is all about school supplies and Fall and things in which one can store said school supplies. While I am a little upset about summer being so cruelly snatched from those who can enjoy it most (school-age children and teachers), I have to confess a deep dark dorky secret: I love back-to-school shopping. I have not lived in a dorm room for ages, yet I needed to check out all of Target's offerings for dorm residents, at some points wondering how I could work items like a hot pink laundry basket into my own home.
I don't do nearly as much damage in the garden and barbecue aisles.
From an email received earlier on the subject of my (other) future husband, Joe Pernice:
Primarily known as a recording artist, Joe wrote the novella Meat is Murder for Continuum Books' 33 1/3 series in 2003. That book remains one of the bestselling pieces in that series, and Joe is working with Neal Huff, an actor who appears regularly on HBO's The Wire, on the Meat is Murder screenplay. Again, he is not forthcoming on when that project might see the light of day. He also previously published a volume of poetry called Two Blind Pigeons, on his own Ashmont Books imprint. That remains the bestselling (only) piece on Ashmont Books.
"The Wire" is connected to The Indie Rock and I didn't even know it. Consider my mind blown.
But I'd rather drink coffee.
Read the New York Times.
On my estate sale table.
I'm off to Seattle tomorrow, where I am hoping to find wedding shoes (wedding! shoes!) and drink Mind-Blowing Coffee before driving back to Kansas City, making stops along the way at Yellowstone and other points of interest.
Wish me luck!
I tried to post this last night from Tre and it didn't go up. Anyway:
Not to get all freegan or anything, but I am feeling a little more waste-weary than usual. That's part of the reason I've decided to wear my mom's wedding dress. Why contribute to the myth that you can only be beautiful in a dress you only wear once? In stark contrast, Ryan and I went to look for suits for him and in my next life, I am coming back as a dude. They include alterations in the price--wtf?
