ps. rumor

Ok, I can't believe that NO one wants to hear the story of me getting dumped the other day by a long, lost ex. but now I have a RUMOR...to share...

so rumor has it that Kermit may one day blog again! I hope so!

belated Happy New Year!

I didn't take a picture, but we did eat dumplings, radish cake, and new year cake on Chinese New Year's Eve. Last night, we had noodles for dinner. we didn't give Henry a red envelope containing crisp bills, but then again, he didn't stay up late to ensure us a long life, so I'm calling it even. even with the food, it didn't feel very festive since there was only our nuclear family present, and I was too tired to decorate...maybe next year. baby steps.

grass is always greener

I stopped by Liz's studio yesterday to pick up baby clothes, and just walking into it made me so sad that I don't have a creative life these days. I really wanted to stay and make a stack of tiles.


I've not only been wanting to make, but also wanting to install handmade tiles in the new home. couple those urges with the horrible argument John and I had over paint colors this weekend, and it made me long to have our Fishtown house back again. I don't want to move back there, but it was so nice to have all the big decorating decisions over with.

and another one for today

Warren & Mimi's Highly Personal Architectural Homethe house isn't necessarily my cup of tea, although there are plenty of elements I like about it, but that chandelier is awesome! I combed through the entry to see if there were any clues about its provenance, but I came up empty-handed. it was mentioned that one of the biggest indulgences (interview portion of entry) was asking artists to design the dining room table and chandelier, but no more than that was stated. ok, maybe what I have to do begin to build some 3-D chops. oh, and of course I have to learn how to wire light fixtures too.

ah, sad times, indeed

I spoke to Zab last night, and she told me about a TED guy who was speaking about happiness. Specifically, he mentioned that happy people tend to have substantial personal relationships in their lives (i.e. love, but it doesn't have to be the romantic kind), and they tend to enjoy their work. I think I've got half of that equation going (despite recently being told off "for good" by a disgruntled ex-boyfriend - long story - if you really want to hear about the only drama that's occured in my life for ages, feel free to send a comment and I will dish, because in general, I never have any gossip to share, but at times have a secret desire to BE a gossip). enjoy my work though? I don't know. I can't say it's terrible, and I do actually enjoy it at times, but overall, I would describe myself as a corporate drone. anyways, this is all to say that after two snow-days spent at home (our entire little family, together!), I was kind of sad to wake up and get ready for work this morning. but then, as I was packing lunch (split pea disaster soup and fruit salad), I remembered that I still had that reuben sandwich in the fridge at work and the thought of eating it as part of my lunch actually cheered me up and made me feel better about the day. isn't that pathetic?

here's something else that kind of made my day: apartment therapy had this chair in one of their posts. I can't get Maximo Riera's webiste link to show the chair properly, but posted it anyway. I'm guessing that this chair costs at least $10K. what do you think, is that estimate over or under?

Maximo Reira, octopus chair
pair that chair with this light, and you'll get one of my dream interiors for our main living space.

Adam Wallacavage octopus chandelier
yes, maybe the pairing would make the room oceanic-goth, but I think that other elements within the room could save it from becoming too serious. or, actually, thinking about my current decor, it would all get either kind of confused, maintain a happy, eclectic edge, or just be over-the-top. I wish that I was some kind of sculptural genious, because then I would be able to (1) fulfill my chosen "old lady profession" dream of making crazy chandeliers, and (2) make and upholster furniture. nope, I'm strictly 2-D.

thundersnow

how a thundersnow storm formsapparently, thundersnow is rare. we had a storm last night, and saw lots of thunder, but didn't hear much. it turns out that the thunder sounds are suppressed during the thundersnow storm. it just sounds so cool, "thundersnow!"

ahh, sweet liberation

john and I had a major breakthrough last week. he told me that if I so desired, I could begin to replace our gigantic, thick, Ikea glasses with whatsoever I please. not only do the glasses NOT have to match, but they also don't have to be of some sort of industrial thickness. john used to worry about spontaneously shattering glasses, and he demanded a certain clunky thickness be a quality inherent in all our drinkware. I'm also allowed to burn candles at dinnertime now, which is pretty major. john used to ban all types of candle burning from our house. we even light our fireplace! I got two octopus glasses from anthropologie - on sale, of course. there's no shopping at that place for me, unless items are deeply discounted.

I don't know about your recent thrift shopping expeditions, but if they've been anything like mine, they've been terribly disappointing. what gives? I know Zab got an awesome pair of shoes recently, and Tifanee got a great little purse, but I've gotten mostly a big goose egg. oh, well, I did get a squirrel for Max, but only after going to a bunch of places.

yeah, it's water stained, but it sort of reads like forest floor, right? I've been feeling guilty about the fact that I got Henry all sorts of wall decor (thrifted) before he was born and Max, well, he had nothing up until that squirrel. we haven't even put a crib together, or gotten the baby seat back out, or bought one scrap of clothing. we've been pretty casual about provisions for the new baby. sigh, get used to it, #2. I'm a terrible parent.