Tuesday, November 26, 2013


Digging around in my old posts, I found this from June 2012, where I proclaimed "I am not an ebook reader, I am a print-book reader, and I can't really imagine I'll change." Ha! How things change.

When did they change? I guess it started when I got an iPad for my birthday, and a few weeks later I had to go on a business trip while 6 months pregnant. Ain't no way I'm packing a Franzen in my suitcase. That's where it started.

Then L. was born, and I found that I couldn't even hold paper books. Babe in one hand, tablet in another, I managed to actually plow through quite a few books while on maternity leave! I was pretty, pretty pleased with myself.

I told myself that I would still read paper books when it was something I wanted to have on my shelf. And I think I stand by that. In fact, I pre-ordered Margaret Atwood's MaddAddam so I would get it the day it came out. And when my copy I arrived, I was so excited to get going on it, and on my commute home I started to read, and... and then I got sleepy. And then I wanted to listen to music. And in bed at night I wanted to sleep. And then carrying a book was so heavy. And then, and then, and then. And then I bought the ebook. And then I could read it while I fed L. And then I realized I had converted to ebooks.

I still want the books I love on my shelf. And I still love beautiful print books. But oh my, I can't even believe I ever claimed I would never be into ebooks.

self portrait with cat

Saturday, November 23, 2013

It all falls apart (and how to ignore it)

So, got a funny email this morning. But not funny. They forgot the funny. Our daycare has been closed. Like, forcefully closed. Their license was suspended and as of right this second we have nowhere to put L. come Monday. So, that's nice, right?

What a fabbo way to start my day (at 5:30 am, no less), a day when H. was heading off to a conference for 4 days. A day when my cat was secretly plotting to barf all over the floor. Great. Fantastique.

What I had wanted to do this morning, before H. caught his train, was create these nifty little flower sachets that I had spotted on the Purl Bee blog:

Image via Purl Bee
Last night I spent a very long time watching crappy Friday night tv, and some weird Werner Herzog documentary that H. put on, cutting millions of little petals

We are doing an office Secret Santa. Don't you love Secret Santa? But my department is international, so it's an international Secret Santa. And the spend limit is $8. What can you buy for $8? No really, I want to know. Not even a book. Not even a palatable bottle of wine. Not even a decent box of chocolates. So, I thought I'd make these, and give my secret person one.

Anyhou. This morning's news kind of distracted me. But I thought I would try and make some headway. I had materials for 16 sachets.

My little helper by my side:

But I was distracted, and things went slightly awry.

Felt is tricky, it sticks to other felt, so not my fault.

But some turned out nicely.

But I'm not done. I haven't turned them into little pillows of scented bliss yet. In fact, I haven't even chosen what scented bliss I'm going to stuff them with. Probably lavender, because I like it. That's the only reason.

So, yes, I'm posting about shiz I haven't even finished. But it's Saturday night, I'm waiting for my dinner to arrive, my husband is out of town and I'm trying not to think about the impending doom of childcare. FML.

So, tell me what you would buy your Secret Santa for $8.

Sunday, November 10, 2013

My for real Christmas wish list

Christmas is such a nice time with family and friends and food, and presents. Most importantly presents. I'm not going to dance around the fact that I love presents. I cultivate my wish list year-round like a garden. Adding things, taking things out, nurturing my list so that when November comes around it is a perfectly-selected list of things I wish for in my life. Besides, you know, peace, happiness, health, food, Oreos, etc.

I actually debated whether it would be tacky to post my Christmas wish list here. But once upon a time I started my blog to list the things I wanted and couldn't have because I was saving money. So, effff that, I decided I would share my materialistic/consumerist greed list right here for all to see. This is my Christmas wishlist:

The to-wear stuff:

The books:

For my home:

The mom gear:

The never gonna happen:

I think I've had a digital SLR camera on my wish list for about ten years. For some reason my family isn't keen to drop so many benjamins on one for me. Weird.

Anyhou, that's my wishlist. Wish me luck!

Saturday, November 9, 2013

OK, now I really am hoarding furniture

We have a nice, big apartment. Bigger than many NYC apartments. And it is totally full of stuff. Totally. And completely. And we don't need any furniture. But yet...

You may recall how hard we looked for record cabinets, or you can read about it here and here. Anyhou, it was hard. And H. likes to collect records. So, when I spotted an unusual mid-century record cabinet online recently, well, I thought we had better buy it. Right now, we don't have any records to put in it, and we don't really have anywhere to put it. But, we have it.

It's not going to live in this spot, because it doesn't fit. But it's a decent enough photo of it.

Next year, we probably won't be living in this apartment anymore. While we love our big, sunny apartment - lugging a baby up four flights is one thing, lugging a toddler will be another. And, it's nice to think about a time when naps and sleeps won't be interrupted by the constant scream of sirens. So, next year, we will likely move to the (gasp!) 'burbs.

We're assuming that we'll have more space when we move. So, thinking ahead, and knowing how hard it was to find a record cabinet last time, we went ahead and bought something we had no space for, and no immediate need for.

We decided on a space in the living room, which meant moving the microwave cart, and a bookshelf in the kitchen, and then the record player itself - which is now in the kitchen, just to make space. But here she is:

Don't look too closely - besides the fact that it's just storing stuff at the moment (read: unstyled!), there's a dust bunny convention in the corner.

But there we have it: I am a furniture hoarder. Does this mean I can have a china cabinet now?
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