Wednesday, December 31, 2008

A year of friends


My, this year was filled with friends, and today was no exception. In spite of the weather, Mr. and Mrs. Boot and I zipped all over town in search of art and food and did well on both counts. We said our farewells in the late afternoon and after a too-brief nap, M. Panique and I headed out into the bitter, bitter cold to meet Eileen and Justin for dinner and a show. We said another farewell, to Dirty on Purpose, who are giving up their rock star lifestyles for, well, I suppose for something else. We scurried from Mercury Lounge to The Magician and rang in the New Year in blessed quiet (Justin has a head cold and I'm coming down with something).

A happy New Year, indeed!

Tuesday, December 30, 2008

New cravings

Thanks to a visit from One Red Boot and Mr. Boot, I've now made it to 2nd Ave Deli, and now I will be craving matzo ball soup and noodle kugel all the time!

Monday, December 29, 2008

Eggnog latte

At Pacha. Doesn't get any better.

Sunday, December 28, 2008

Old faves

I squeezed in my walk around Town Lake while Sommer ran 10 miles. Better her than me. We had Kim Phung's fantastic hot and sour soup for lunch, I think for the first time since we moved to NYC.


Later in the afternoon, Sommer had to go to work so I left the boys playing golf from the sofa and went out to practice my driving and poke around the post-holiday sales. I finally made it to The Domain, which sprang up since we left, but didn't buy anything.

Saturday, December 27, 2008

The day after the day after

Today we completed the family portion of our trip to Austin and commenced the friend portion. The closing ceremonies were lunch with M. Panique's folks at Polvo's. Opening ceremonies yielded sexy new dark skinny jeans for the aforementioned monsieur at Service on a SoCo shopping trip with Jim and Sommer. Score!

Friday, December 26, 2008

You wish...

...your niece was as cute as mine.


Thursday, December 25, 2008

Jeebus Day

Thank you, tiny baby Jeebus, for the brand spanking new jetBlue terminal, hassle-free travel, and Jamba Juice for breakfast.

Austin has replaced the traditional tinsel candy canes and holiday bells on Congress Avenue with rainbow-hued dancing LEDs. Viewed from the terrace of our hotel's bar, this was a real treat.

Merry everybody!

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Jeebus Eve

I did last-minute shopping and went to yoga. We had an oyster feast, then chicken pot pies, then I sipped a shot of Godiva liqueur with two ice cubes. I re-sized a tutu and wrapped a puppy (plush). We watched the new Monk holiday special, which was good, but could not compare to the big post office dance number in the new Muppets holiday special. We exchanged gifts.

Behold the tutu's satin-wrapped maw.


Tuesday, December 23, 2008

It's a Christmas... what's the Sanskrit word for miracle?

I did a headstand at yoga tonight! All by myself! For the first time ever! Of course, as soon as I realized I was up, I started worrying about how I would get down. It turned out to be no problem, and I look forward to doing it all again very soon.

Monday, December 22, 2008

Nothing in the Bible about tutus, right?


I made something for my niece. Using twenty inches of elastic and SEVENTY FIVE YARDS OF TULLE.

Sunday, December 21, 2008

Today feels like this


Matthew Barney at MoMA, Luc Tuymans in the background.


Saturday, December 20, 2008

'Tis the season to be surly

One last gift to take to the post office this afternoon, and I passed a crazy old lady dragging a wheeled cart of poorly wrapped packages. Since she didn't seem the slightest bit infirm, I just hurried past. Not fast enough to be out of earshot when she berated someone for being a stupid idiot after he failed to yield to her cart.

I was deeply entrenched in the line for the APC by the time she barged in and inserted herself in the queue for the front counter. She yelled at someone she thought was jumping the line, then when he failed to respond to her, she loudly accused him of treating her like a potted plant.

All the while taking swigs from a sports bottle of something that I'm guessing was not water.

Merry Christmas, NYC-style.

Friday, December 19, 2008

Today's exercise routine: cardio, yoga, futility

Because I asked, my MIL graciously provided a tip for what M. Panique and I could buy for my FIL for Christmas. She gave specific, but not restrictive, suggestions as to its style, size, and composition.

Sadly, it does not exist. I have exhausted my resources, virtual and brick-and-mortar. M. Panique will be enlisted in the search tomorrow, and something will be purchased, but I am more than a bit flummoxed. You would be, too, if I told you what I'm looking for.

Thursday, December 18, 2008

No room at the inn


Because walk-ups don't have front yards, but they do have stoops.


Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

And now its snowing.

Tee hee hee.

I went into Bath and Body Works for something Christmas tree-scented to augment my faux tree and when I came out it was snowing fat, slow tufts.

Too bad this photo looks like rain.


Monday, December 15, 2008


It's about 70 degrees today. WTF?

Sunday, December 14, 2008

I know the feeling.

Found paper scrap on 55th Street between Eighth and Ninth.

What the hell happened to all the curling ribbon in New York City? I bought the cutest wrapping paper at Kmart and all I need is some shiny red curling ribbon. It's Christmas, dammit!

Saturday, December 13, 2008

Attempted snorgling


M. Panique is not actually asleep, and Molly is having none of it.

Friday, December 12, 2008

What sheep?


We went to a benefit for Indego Africa at a gallery space in Chelsea last night, and someone had clearly forgotten to remove this sign after clearing the artwork from the room. But now I have to go back. Because who can resist an opportunity to not touch fragile sheep?

Thursday, December 11, 2008

Mon nouvel atelier portatif


This afternoon I took my portable studio (equipped for a beading project) to Bouchon's take-out counter at the Time Warner Center. It looks sunny here, but in real life the light there is bad bad bad. Still, I stayed for about three hours and got a ton of work done. And yes, the sudoku there is part of the work. I swear.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

More holiday spirit

You know those big soft molasses cookies that come ten to a package, like Archway cookies but generic brand?

At least I didn't need to worry about dinner when I got home tonight.

Tuesday, December 09, 2008

Silver and Gold


Above: The Pond. Below: The Tree. Both at Bryant Park.


Monday, December 08, 2008

Got the spirit

On my way home from the work/study gig today, I shopped for a faux Christmas tree at Kmart and Macy's. I didn't find one that called out to me, but I did find one on ebay. So how's that for getting in the holiday mood?

Sunday, December 07, 2008

Saturday, December 06, 2008

Tiny prancers


How did I not know about this?

Friday, December 05, 2008

TJ I love you!

If Trader Joe's was a man, I would marry it. If it was a woman, I would marry it in Connecticut or Massachusetts. The quality and value are just that good.

Of course, every time I shop at the one at Union Square, I want to run screaming, pulling my hair out in bloody clumps. I was in the 12 items line today, with twelve items, when some crazy old lady peered into my mini-cart and asked me if I had too many items. To which I replied, "Mind your own beeswax, you nosy bitch."

But only in my head.

Thursday, December 04, 2008

Last bloom of Autumn


This beauty grows on the chain link fence surrounding the neighborhood elementary school's tiny garden.

Wednesday, December 03, 2008


If I hadn't experienced it today, I would not have believed my head was capable of such a prolonged and intense ache. Here's hoping tomorrow is a better day.

Tuesday, December 02, 2008

Deeez Nuuuts


Now that I'm blogging it, I can't remember the joke. It was something about how America's most important export should not be, as Obama suggests, our values, but something tangible. Like trucknuts. Or corn nuts.

Maybe you had to be there.

Monday, December 01, 2008

Coach ate my soul


I love this whack sweater.


It has patent leather trim, and it is haunting my every waking moment.