A Winter's Tale in Fall

I wondered why you listened when I philosophized about stars, ashes, and the capitol building where a would-be statesman might be if he hadn't first run away with music.

Even after I was back here, walking with you along this street you call home, our lives never dwindled into an epilogue of predictability and too many nights in on the couch.

And all the answers came when you held my hand beneath those stars and blew away the ashes of my mistakes, showing me that we are building according to a greater design as we run to the music that carried us here.


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Yard Sale Finds & the Past Future of Science

Yesterday, I visited the mega-church mega-yard sale in my neighborhood.  I rolled out of bed at 6:45 and made it to the sale by 7:10.  I guess I'm one of those early birds.  And here are my discoveries:

That big vase is going to be filled with something!  Something, I tell you, but I don't know what yet.  Let me pause to mention that all-white objects are difficult to photograph.  Moving on...

Vintage fabrics & tableclothes. Bloggers love vintage fabrics & tableclothes like they love Pinterest and Etsy. It's how we roll.

I'll eventually to attach a hook to the back of the bowl and hang it on my dining room wall. I'm going for a 70's kitsch theme. More on the later.

No kitchen is complete without a rhinoceros butter dish.  Oh, I don't use stick butter.  But, it's a rhinoceros butter dish!!  I'll hide something in there.

The fabric is an apron.  It was deep pockets in which I plan to carry around a baster, spatula, timer, meat cleaver, and a full set of knives.  A cook should always be prepared to draw the necessary utensil.

And now my favorite:

An early 1900's science book on hygiene and the ill effects of alcoholic beverages and spirits and opium.  You'll see that, at the turn of the 20th century, bones were sewn together--if people were of the mind to call it that.  The scientific advances we would make in the next 100 years...

Let's test our knowledge, shall we?

Do buckwheat pancakes ever taste not as well?

Ones woman's trash is another woman's treasure, my friends.

This is Whole Foods On Saturdays at Noon

I can't believe you cut in front of me at the salad bar!

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You will not get the last dark chocolate & orange brioche!

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Especially after someone stole my cart in the produce section today.  I'm not kidding. 

Maybe next weekend, it will be more like this:

We love shopping!

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P.S. I love you, Whole Foods. I really, really do. You know I'll be back.  Because we always go back to the things we love.

Trapeze Swinger

 

Someone wrote the sentence above in response to this song.

I won't say anything else lest I ruin the woeful beauty of the quote and the song.

Sew Fun

This fall, I embarked on an adventure called "I'm going to really start doing all those things that I have said a million times I'm going to do". To that end, I signed up for a Hand Embroidery class.  The class is held in an ordinary house-cum-magical craft house. 

My two classmates and I learned about nine different stitches.  Embroidery is very therapeutic.  A bit of a challenge and definitely requires practice.  The pattern with which we started looks like a Picasso-esque face:

but soon, with a bunch of perfectly placed stitches, it will look just like....

  A flower, the sun, and some grass!  Just like it!

My little crafty crew demonstrated a certain esprit de corps, congratulating each other for every shaky stitch and promising to look for each other in future classes.  I drove away from the magical craft house mentally cataloging every piece of fabric that's in need of a good stitch (or eighty).


I've got my eye on you, Martha Stewart.

It's Easy Like Saturday Morning

This is how my day started:

I inherited this copy of "Nine Stories" when I moved into my newest office. Its pages were begging to be read.  Judging by the still stiff spine, I may be the first person to expose them to light.  It smells like it was once one of twenty-seven ten-cent garage sale books in a box dragged up from the basement.  Altogether, very delightful and I'm sorry it took me so long to pay attention to it.


This particular trip to the coffee shop also included a Nutella donut.  I had intentions of taking its picture, but the temptation of eating it was too much. 

You may think this blog entry is pointless, blog reader, but it is not.  There is a lesson here:  Read "Nine Stories" and eat a Nutella donut.  Don't wait to take pictures.  Just eat that thing.

Happiness is a Weekend with a Warm Puppy