Thursday, January 29, 2009
It's one thing to mourn my industry from the inside, but entirely different when it affects my own reading.
Domino Magazine, a shelter mag from Conde Nast, will cease publishing in March, which is tragic, seriously. It was literally my favorite magazine for the past four years and now I'm wondering if I can get the back issues that I missed, because this magazine is truly that useful. I constantly flip through old issues looking for ideas.
It's rare you find a magazine you can grow with, but as my tastes have changed (along with my living circumstances), Domino has been a constant source of inspiration.
I am completely bummed about this.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Dear Mrs Rigg,
I'm in the Cristmas play. I haft to be Dasher, and Everybody says that Dasher is Rudolph's mother. And that Dancer is Rudolph's father. But I decided that I must have devorsed him.
* my only assumption is that I did not like whatever boy had to play Dancer.
Dear Mrs. Rigg,
I'm glad that Clinton won. I guess the reason I didn't want to vote for Bush is because my parents have never elected a Republican before, we've always been Democrats. Let's just cross our fingers and hope Clinton can make America a better place to live.
* Okay, so I've always taken pride in my assumption that I liked Clinton because I liked him...not my parents. Um...yeah, this is disappointing.
I don't get out of bed because it's too cold.
I don't cook because I'm too lazy. (Though I have been reading and re-reading my cookbooks, trying to figure out what recipes scare me the least.)
I just wake up and go to work and come home and go to sleep.
But there is so much promise wrapped up in this spring that I don't even feel bad about it.
Complaint time: I haven't even gotten my W-2 yet. What the hell? I wants to be filin my taxes!
In two weeks, I'm going to California, which will be the longest and furthest I have ever traveled, my first time on the West Coast, my longest flight ever, etc. etc. etc. I am SO excited. The only bad part is that I am taking my corporate-mandated unpaid furlough that week, so I have to be super miserly with my funds.
I've already decided I'm going to limit my purchases to like, one amazing accessory I can wear for my entire life and/or something for my home that I will have always. No sense wasting cash on clothes I won't wear in less than five years.
Today was our first snow of the entire year and I am disappointed. Partially because it happened on my day off, but wasn't enough to play in, and partially because I was kind of hoping to have a snowless winter since my neighbors moved out and they took care of shoveling the walk last year.
Anyone else hoping for a snowless winter? I guess we could just disregard our feelings about polar bears, use up a lot of energy and have snowless winters for the rest of times.
Saturday, January 17, 2009
I really need to find a way to harness whimsy like event designer David Stark, whose team created the papier mache birds and cut-out bouquets.
I find winter really takes most ambition out of me simply because I want to stay in bed and hibernate. But hopefully this spring will get me moving again and I can try to be creative on my own, without a teacher or boss asking me to be for an assignment.
By the way, how awesome would it be to make a whole menagerie of papier mache birds? Mom, Sara: You seem like people who could help me with this project.
Friday, January 16, 2009
My new goal in life is to be a dancer on Yo Gabba Gabba.
In case you don't have Noggin or NickTV, Yo Gabba Gabba is apparently a show for kids that features kiddie breakdancing, Biz Markie beatboxing lessons and celebrity guest appearances. Basically, I wish I could Tivo it.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
I completely covet this $199 greenhouse from Anthropologie
I don't garden. I don't really have any need for it. But it just seems so classic, like something from The Secret Garden. And it's definitely heirloom-quality, that's for sure. For this greenhouse, I'd start growing things.
I've also talked about trying the whole terrarium thing. My mom had one when I was a kid, and it was really cool. I think I need someone to come show me how to be domestic. I have no idea how to garden or cook or sew. I wish I could hire a tutor or something.