Thursday, March 31, 2011

A thought for the flight.

"Every day, once a day, give yourself a present. Don't plan it. Don't wait for it. Just let it happen. It could be a new shirt at the men's store, a catnap in your office chair, or two cups of good, hot black coffee."

Ok, peeps. I've got to get up in about 5 hours to haul myself and my shoes to the airport - destination: Vancouver and Seattle. While there, I expect to torture H. with hourly Twin Peaks references and facts, all the while not giving away the ending, because he never finished watching all the episodes (grounds for divorce). And yes, I am still obsessed with a 20-year old show.

I know you're dying to hear about my CBC thing. Yes, I spoke to them this afternoon. And no, I don't think I'll be chosen, but I had fun! Maybe I'll tell you more about it while I'm lounging in our king sized hotel bed in Vancouver.

Friday, March 25, 2011

A post about fashion. And weather.

Weather first.

I'm keeping an eye on the weather in Vancouver and Seattle, since we're leaving in a week. And its grim.

Hi, Vancouver:

Showers, showers, showers. How about you, Seattle? What do you have to say for yourself?

Hey, that's exactly the same. Yes, I know that going to the Pacific Northwest in early spring wouldn't exactly mean sunshine, but seriously? Every day?

What I really need is for the rain bonnet to come back in style. You know what I mean? One of these:

Bring it back! My hair needs it. Stylish and functional.

Now, more about fashion. Today I spent a little bit too much money on new clothes at Anthropologie. Don't start - H. has already scolded me. However, all but one of my 5 items were on sale. AND, I have no clothes. Especially I have no shirts. You know why? Because tent-styled shirts have been too fashionable for too long. Listen, I'm a busty lady (can you say that on the internet?). I do not want to wear a tent shirt because I look like I'm wearing a muumuu. Also, I'm short-torsoed, and those long tent shirts are the worst for me! I'm tired of them. Make it stop. But Anthropologie, for some reason, had all these form-ful shirts on sale! With zippers, even! Love that. Love zippered shirts with a little stretch, because those fit persons like myself. And now I have lots of clothes to wear with my rain bonnets on vacation.

Happy Friday to you. And me.

Saturday, March 19, 2011

Zut alors!

Ah, sorry about the radio silence.

Speaking of radio...

Remember the other day when I mentioned that CBC Radio show? And how I had submitted a pitch? Well, they contacted me, and now I'm a semi-finalist. Eeps! So, I have an "audition" this week, which is a bit scary. First of all, I must re-read that book so it is fresh in my head. Second, I must learn to not be nervous, and not speak too fast. That's a problem I have. I will have to work on a calm radio voice for my audition. I'll also have to read up on Shelagh's likes and dislikes, so I don't offend her.

Alors. I have been in Montreal this week, and I'm just back. How tiring having a job is! How exhausting eating all that food is! I managed to pop into a bookstore while I was there, and snagged two books I wanted. One is not a GG book, but it won the Giller Prize last year.

And then I also grabbed the 2010 GG winner

I may take a bried rest from the GG books to read The Sentimentalists, but not before I quickly re-read my proposed CBC book. Wish me luck, and I will keep you updated on my attempt to charm Shelagh (or her people).

Sunday, March 13, 2011

Sundays like Grandma

Today, yesterday, last Sunday and last Saturday I had one goal: clean the apartment. Last Saturday I successfully cleaned one room. Since then: nothing. The day is still young (hey - just 24 hours ago it was only 4pm), so maybe I can get it done. I'm leaving Tuesday for a conference in Montreal, and I like to clean before I go so that I can return to a clean home. Also, I like to clean in the daylight so I can spot the dust. Fascinating stuff.

What I have, so far, accomplished today has been polishing the silver. Just like grandma. As a wedding gift, my mother gave me a lovely tea set that had been my grandmother's. But it tarnishes so quickly! Especially in the summer - is it humidity that does it? Because I've noticed that since living in NYC, that my silver jewellery also tarnishes quickly here.


You can't really tell how tarnished they are here. You can tell how cute my little helper is though.

And after.

I especially love the handle on the teapot.

There was a time in my life where I loved going to these conferences, but not anymore. Not only am I dreading this one, for various reasons, but I also don't feel like going away for 5 days. I'm trying to focus on the good things:

1. Montreal!
2. We have reservations at a delicious and well-reviewed restaurant on Friday night. And when I say "we" I mean me and two of my friends, not colleagues (not that there is anything wrong with my colleagues). 
3. I am planning on picking up two books that I've been wanting while I'm in Canada - books that are not yet published in the U.S. One is the 2010 GG book.
4. When I get home from this, it will only be 11.5 days until we leave for our vacation in the Pacific Northwest - and that is definitely something to look forward to!

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Full of awesome ideas (me)

Man, I had an awesome idea today, and H. totally isn't on board. He always holds me back!

Let me start this way. I mentioned once before that Beacon was one of the contenders for where we like to move one day. Maybe. It's a bit far - just on the cusp of too far for my liking. Across the river from Beacon is the town of Newburgh. Newburgh isn't quite as gussied-up as Beacon - in fact, it has got a ways to go, but has lots of exciting potential. So, houses there are shockingly cheap, and beautiful, but need a little work. In fact, Anna from Door Sixteen has a house in Newburgh, and chronicles her amazingly awesome work on her house. Its inspiring! Even though the closest thing to DIYing I've ever done has been assembling Ikea furniture - I'm good at that! I'm a master of the Allen key. Truly.

Anyway, Newburgh is Beacon + a ten minute ferry ride, so that adds to the commute I'm a little bit nervous about. But here's my amazing idea: buy a cheap, cheap, cheap house, quit my job and stay home and fix it while H. commutes into the city and makes money. Doesn't that sound nice? Not to H, who believes this is a plot to make him a slave. And maybe you're thinking that I'm crazy too, but let me show you something...

How about a 4 bedroom Victorian for $99k?

Potential, non? Or, we could buy it, and I could continue to work (boo) and pay for upgrades, and then when the big stuff is done I could stay home, do smaller upgrades, hang with Izzy, bake pies, etc.

Or, for a little bit more money, maybe a little bit less work, a 4-bedroom "Colonial" for $122?

It gets my mind-juices flowing dreaming about these things! H. likes to remind me of the week that I took off between jobs, when I emailed him at 10:30am Monday morning and told him I was bored of staying at home. Such nay-saying! Poor me.

Thursday, March 3, 2011

I haven't stopped loving you!

Sorry for the silence - it wasn't completely February burnout, but I've been up in Boston for work. It's been a crazy couple days - travel, meetings, and then annoyances, and serious happinesses. Now I'm back home with my two boys.

So, I'm half embarrassed to admit this, but I entered this thing. One of the shows on CBC Radio, called The Next Chapter is having this competition (is it a competition? Its just a thing.) where you pitch yourself and a Canadian book to discuss on the program, called So You Think You Can Talk Books. My mom encouraged me to do it, mostly because of my GG project (the Canadian Book Club of One). So, I did, but I didn't pitch a GG book, but Galore, by Michael Crummey, which I read and loved last year. Me and Shelagh can chat it up! You can read my pitch on the website (and "like" me!) - you'll know which is me when you see it.

Oh yes, and another thing while we're on the Canadian books. 32/73 was put on hold, because I forget it at work - it was too fat for my purse! Hope the fat book doesn't leave a sad comment on my blog because its feeling were hurt, like the ugly fat mover the other day... I've started 33/73 - Home Truths by Mavis Gallant (1981). Maybe it's like 32.5/73.
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