elephantine

the sunday funnies

Lovely jewelry from contagious.

Yesterday, waiting for our lane to open up at the bowling alley, I was watching a little kid running around, blabbing to his dad, bowling a zero and running around some more. Then he unexpectedly and intensely tripped and landed face down on the carpet, right in front of a woman strolling past their table, who had to halt to a stop. He wasn't hurt or anything, and quickly crawled out of the way, but the timing of it made me burst out laughing.

Afterward S and I were loitering outside a tiny record shop, and he suddenly pointed his eyes toward a couple walking past, making a gesture around his shoulders. I glanced over and saw a humongous, bright white splotch on the girl's raincoat, unmistakably from a feathered friend. I'm talking the size of a baseball here. I can only hope that I was too presumptuous and that in reality she just painted her house, or perhaps that something went wrong in the wash.

the weekend, the sequel.

Megan Whitmarsh (Tiny Industries) has some unbearably awesome embroidery work. I had a tough time deciding wich pieces to show.

The weekend has been going comfortably slow because I haven't been doing the same thing as always (does that really make sense?). I discovered lemon blueberry cake; received my copy of the comic Snake Oil by Chuck Forsman and retreated into his peculiar, urgent world; bought a fancy bar of oatmeal soap and was given free travel-sized samplers of natural toothpaste, only to almost gag on its similarity to the flavor of bubblegum as I'm groggily brushing my teeth at 3am; hung out with my old college roomie slash friend of 10+ years who recently moved away; went shopping with a different friend that is about to move away; made some stellar trades with fellow etsy sellers. In about two and a half hours I'm going to have stinky ugly shoes on at a bowling alley, so wish me luck that I don't slip and make even more of a fool of myself.

the UN

United Nude shows off their conceptual shoes. I'd especially love the look of the one on the left worn with long pants – might almost give the illusion of floating.

Today it begins to snow at noon – sloppy, indecisive slush that intermittently reverts to rain. My hair's stuck to my face, shoes thwapping on the concrete. I slip past a man spewing into his phone: "Yes, downtown. In the middle of the day." Flabbergasted. I buy a box of sushi, decline a bag (later regretted), and blindly waddle back to work with paralyzed fingers, fat beads of water drumming on the back of my head. I'm tremendously hoping this is a flub, some random mistake, and that it will be warmer tomorrow...

superhero

Lucky pants pin by lupin.

personal pies no. 3 & 4

When I left school and started working, I kind of went from one extreme to the other. These pies are pretty self-explanatory, just a couple notes: the school chart is my college design class. The work chart is not our whole firm; it's just the interactive department. (And sometimes I'm a little absentminded, so forgive me if I miscounted.)

My last bus ride home was random and drowsy; I sat across from a toddler who was clutching a lime green care bear and amused herself by imitating the woman next to me, counted three girls not sitting together but who could have been triplets (similar features, each with a distinctive nose, tied-back dark hair, thin frame, dangling white earphones), then nodded off and woke up three blocks from home, just as it was beginning to sprinkle outside.

the stories in clothes

Beautiful vintage clothing from Dulcinée. The above dress is circa 1940.

I'll have the greedy portion.

For those of you who are aiming to feel like a giant, or have geography-themed decor: Topoware might be just perfect.

personal pies no. 1 & 2

I've started a new side project: personal pie charts. Inspiration comes directly from this series by Craig Robinson, the self-annual reports of Nicholas Felton, and, of course, the simple hilarity of this. I'm crossing my fingers that I will end up with some interesting, whether in the content or the comparisons, so bear with me. I'll be working on these a couple at a time & am getting through the basics first...

little bits

Love this Chez Moi gocco print by Fric de Mentol.

Sunday was, for the most part, laid back, semi-productive, a constant war between precipitation and sunshine. I filled some orders, snacked on rice with vinegar, went to the gym and realized that restaurant across the street is Salvadoran and that's why I didn't easily recognize it, started watching Flight of the Conchords and developed a love-hate relationship with it, did three loads of laundry, and cut a plush toy freehand, which meant it ended up looking like a grade-school project.

happy bunny-chick-egg day

These little guys from pesapoco make me smile and seem to be a perfect easter alternative. Be sure to check out her flickr for more goodies, too.

I had my reoccurring tooth dream. It's always a little different, and I'll skip over the cringe-inducing parts, but the general gist is that one or more teeth come loose and fall out. Someone once told me it means I'm feeling like no one is listening. Hmm, bother. Anyway, besides eating an omlette for breakfast I didn't get any eggs yet today, but I did get a little Andes pack. My god, those are going to be the death of me... if you ever see a trail of crumpled green wrappers, just follow it, because I'll be at the end.