Monday, December 31, 2007
14 Years of junk is no joke!
In between junk runs we've also found time to go back to the Tasting Room - twice. And I have sat in the same seat both time! It's my spot, yo! I'm going to go every weekend 'til these babies are born, I think!
We've also done some furniture shopping and chosen a new sofa... It was very challenging, since Eugene wanted a sofa that feels like a marshmallow and I wanted one with a bit more style... Here's the scene:
Our new living room, bright, airy, picture moldings and solid oak parquet floors...
Here's Eugene's favorite:
From Mitchell Gold, down-filled and cushy as all get out. I couldn't haul my considerable self out of it... the cushions fit snugly enough so that at least it wasn't a future baby death trap. but I am not really a rolled-arm couch kind of person... and white linen slipcovers - though washable - seem like a very dangerous idea...
I will give Williams & gold credit for having the cutest mascot EVER though:
My favorite, while stylish (IMHO) and a gorgeous color and yummy fabric, was not comfortable enough for Eugene... i.e. he did not fall asleep immediately upon making butt contact with the cushions:
It's from Room and Board, and - while I love it - I could imagine how a house guest would not necessarily find it the most comfortable place to sleep. And we do try to keep future house guests in mind when we are making these choices!
The winner? A compromise:
It's like the love child of our individual favorites! I am sad to say that it is from Crate and Barrel, which sounds like we were super-lazy about looking for furniture... but we really looked at like ten places before going there.
Now we just have to furnish the rest of the place... and don't even get me started about painting the place.
In other news... you will be glad to know that Jason Dohring, AKA Logan from Veronica Mars is back on TV!
He's on a kind of crappy new show called Moonlight. It's a show about vampires... which I am sure is not of particular interest to you, and I haven't seen him take his shirt off... yet... but he's still sarcastic and boyish and gives that sexy look from under his eyelashes, so it's better than nothing.
Just thought you should know, I am always looking out for you!
Sunday, December 30, 2007
Fleece-lined riding pants and new winter riding gloves, a Christmas present to myself. A latte for the drive to the barn, of course, along with mix CD's other people made. Then the barn, in brightness, not rain. A few moments of floating trot, and then that tired that starts in your spine. A long bath with a new book, Charles Baxter, The Art of Subtext.
That was the day. There was a Maldives show that night at the Sunset. I went, and kicked back on a stool at the bar, thinking about how very much they please me every time I see them. There were a gajillion of them on stage, all rocking out in their own little postage stamp of a spot. Still, it was Christmas at Dad's the next day, so I went home directly after the last song and tucked myself into bed without even reading a chapter.
Until 1:30. I thought it was the alarm at first. But it wasn't, it was my phone. Today's confession - I love text messages after midnight. There are many caveats to this, it's true, but let's just assume that we all understand that I mean the "We are all together and wish you were here with us and know you'll forgive us if we wake you up to tell you so!" variety. Love sometimes requires outrageous acts, and frequently rewards them.
Happy New Year Regan! XOXO
Thursday, December 27, 2007
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
So it's Christmas and you might be asking yourself, in what way might I consider myself 'just like the Blessed Virgin Mary'?
Well I do have a lovely blue pashmina, and angels do seem to come out of the woodwork whenever I'm walking around, but there's really only one way that matters.
Today I measure 40 weeks - a full term pregnancy - just like Mary!
But there we diverge. I have (knock on wood) ten weeks left and two sweet babies to look forward to. She just gave birth to the messiah this morning. Oh, and it was two thousand some odd years ago.
Anyhoo, I will be trying to create my own marvels in the weeks to come - I shall part the seas of traffic in Manhattan to move to Washington Heights! I shall ride my donkey, err subway, to work each morning. I shall erect a pregnant belly of such proportion that it shall block out the sun!
In the meantime, I hope you have a lovely Christmas! I shall be asleep in the manger.
Or at the movies.
ps. Aren't you glad I didn't say anything about virginity or immaculate conception?
Friday, December 21, 2007
L: Not ME! I'm going to the Casino!!!
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
NYC was so cold Saturday, we were all boots and hats and hoods, stopping for hot beverages at every opportunity, hot cider from the stand at Union Square, gulps of chocolate from the truck outside the galleries in Chelsea, and a latte from the newly renamed 9th Street Espresso. I was assured that the baristas were going to be just as crabby as ever, and maybe they are, but never to me. The best barista though, the guy at Tasting Room espresso who recognized me from... whenever I was in town last - July? That's another thing I'm excellent at, getting coffee. Too bad that doesn't do Ali much good these days. It did get her out of the cold a few times this weekend though. I had a great time, Ali, so glad you asked me to come.
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
I saw this and thought of you... en garde!
I miss you already! And the twins do too! As soon as you left they started whinging and kicking up a storm. I had to quiet them with ice cream.
Thank you for tolerating the Babies R' Us. It was torture for all of us, I think. A person has only to look at the photo in the last post to know how horribly coated in pastel the place is. And if they couldn't tell from my outfit in the photo... I am not a pastels person.
Speaking of that photo... wow I am big! 175 lbs and measuring 35+ weeks big. One can only imagine how much bigger I can get. I guess we'll see. I was impressed that you could still stretch your arms alllllll the way around me!
Thank you also for the fun brunch on Sunday and the walk around NoLita and SoHo. It was great to just sort of natter about and enjoy being without responsibilities or any particular objective. It was really fun for me. Despite the narsty smell in that bookstore bathroom.
And thank you for the adorable baby socks! When Euge got home, he was so tickled by them! I can't wait to see how cute the new yarn turns out to be.
It meant the world to me that you came. It was like the best pre-Christmas present ever.
Even better than the diaper bag.
Monday, December 17, 2007
Saturday, December 15, 2007
Friday, December 14, 2007
Hey, are you there?? I hope I haven't missed you. I've been debating how exactly we were going to surprise you, the Pamfas and me. I had visions of a lovely box arriving on your doorstep, surprise!! Virtual baby shower!!! But then... well, I went to pick up the contents of said box and realized that, um, we were gonna need to make sure you had someone around to pick it up for you.
We are so excited for you. I think you know this already. I'm especially excited that this little man gets to have you as a mom. I know you'll be great. We wanted to do something to celebrate with you, so each of the Pamfas picked a favorite book especially for your baby boy. Once you get home and are ready to receive it, just let me know and they'll make their way, all wrapped and pretty, to you, your rocking chair and your brand new baby son.
P.S. Ali, please tell the twins I'll be there tomorrow night late-ish, so they should kick you awake until I get there. 'kay? I can't wait!
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
It's in my nature to look for daylight for my blog photos. True, there are the food photos, which are nearly always blurry, taken by fiddling with the settings so that I can get more light in what is usually a dark restaurant or cozy dinner table at someone's home. But there is something very different about indoor darkness.
The truth is, it's pretty dark around here right now. Yesterday I realized that it didn't make sense to hold up the blog posting while I wait for it to get light again. Might as well take those pictures in the dark that I'm mired in right now and just see how they turn out. I'm trying to approach the writing the same way too, just play a little, go for the shiny objects, make it simple, a few shapes, moved around like those tangram toys that were never really all that fun when you were a kid. I can appreciate the simplicity of something like a tangram a lot more now.
So, there you go. That's why the photo above is the walk photo of the day. It's the walk home, since the walk to work is still light, though just barely. This was the week when I started to catch the sunrise as I walked out my door. Before now, there hasn't been a trace of pink in the sky when I started. I was taking it easy on myself this week, so I was even starting a little later than usual. The internet tells me that sunrise is actually happening at 7:47am and will head progressively closer to 7:57am, a minute later eevery few days until January 7th, when it'll all turn again. Until then, let's try to enjoy the dark together, at least a little, okay?
Sunday, December 09, 2007
Thursday, December 06, 2007
There are some benefits to not writing now, it turns out. Since I haven't spent much time at the studio recently, the smell, the sound the plywood floors make, the view out the window, all of those things brought summer back to me and that made being there surprisingly delicious. And seeing how little I'm writing now has made me realize that the time off was more productive than I realized. I was so busy being afraid that I wasn't being productive enough that I didn't see how truly unproductive I can be.
Still. I'm doing things a little differently these days, because I don't think I want to be as unproductive as all that. So, I've been home almost every night this week, and last night I was asleep before ten - that's almost unheard of for me, right? I'm making room for things, reorganizing, turning string into things. I'm liking the string things, the string things are good. We'll just see about the writing.
Tuesday, December 04, 2007
I am growing the double chins for their love of chocolate!
This jacket is woven, not knit, so I worry less about it's frailty. Now I just have to successfully integrate it into my wardrobe... which led to the purchase of a pair of twill Seven for All Mankind maternity pants... which seemed very indulgent until I realized that a) they were on sale and I got them for $75 and b) I have twelve more weeks of pregnancy and the only pants that fit me are yoga pants.
And yoga pants just simply will not do for the shopping expeditions that are planned around your visit!
Also, I have been told that my body will not simply snap back to it's pre-pregnancy glory like magic.... Can you believe that nonsense??? So - theoretically - I may need these pants for my maternity leave as well. Very practical of me, I think.
And, of course, I think that the Isabella Oliver jacket is just the thing for the breast feeding mommy on the go, don't you?
I'm so glad that we have me all prepared for the babies arrival, aren't you? Now I can't wait for your arrival so that, um, I can actually get something together for them!
* In case you are wondering what is up with my hair... the bangs have grown out a bit and it is quite windy here, so they have had to be restrained. Also, I have discovered that I get pulled together quicker in the morning if I put my hair in hot rollers rather than blowing it straight.
Plus the big hair makes the ginormous belly look smaller, don't you think?
Monday, December 03, 2007
Of course, the problem was that I was on the 7th floor, which is the evil twin of the 9th floor, where my office was waiting for me, with my nice Matisse poster and photos on my bulletin board, and happy brown cup. Sara was there too, at her desk, which was not at all under construction.
There were other evil things happening, mostly in my head. The blood vessels in my head were the evil twins of themselves, doing whatever evil thing they do that makes the migraines. That happened on and off all weekend, with me trying to do things in between pain waves, things like Write-O-Rama at Hugo House, which was great, and Kathy's wedding, also great, and other things like turning my apartment into a baby sock factory. There was also sleeping and whining, and other people feeding me, which was the nicest part of the suffering. Even though the appetite is never so good with the headaches.
And it snowed! Here it is.
I really didn't plan on continuing with a theme, but then I saw this video and it just made me squee and go all mushy inside.
I will be buying Eugene one of these wraps for Christmas, methinks.
Or is that too perverse and self serving?