Monday, May 18, 2009

Thursday, May 14, 2009

When in Rome.

I don't suppose any of YOU know where we should stay in Rome in July. We booked our tickets for a summer England trip recently--have you noticed that high-season fares are the cheapest they've been in like a decade?--and decided that we should really try to get to some other Euro-destination while we're there all young and unencumbered. Poundpapi is coincidentally going to be in Italy at the same time and he is definitely one of the most fun people I can think of to hook up with in a foreign country, so Italy it is. It will definitely help to be with someone who speaks Italian. I can understand lots of Italian but am slow to formulate sentences, and then when I do they are totally archaic and cobbled together from bits of opera libretti.

This trip is already shaping up to be way more action-packed than usual. We're going to see Blur's reunion concert in London (this is for the Brit, since I was in college during Blur's heyday and was listening to a lot of classical singers at the time), and we're going to his dad's wee retreat in Norfolk, and then we're cooking up this sojourn in Italy. It's exciting. Figuring out what to pack is going to be hard. But figuring out where to lay our heads in Italia is sort of hard too. We had this notion that we'd go hike the Cinque Terre (at the highest of the high season, when all tourist destinations are crawling with humans), but I think maybe that's ambitious for a 4-5 day trip that includes Rome.

Anyway, that's what I've been thinking about. Hook me up with some Roman accommodations if you know of any. Also can't-miss sights.

Monday, May 04, 2009


Oh goodness, where have I been? For a few ignominious seconds this morning I was flat on my face in the street, thanks to these cute, stupid shoes I decided to wear today. It seems intuitive that shoes shouldn't be an impediment to walking, doesn't it? But it's possible that my fall was just pre-ordained and I would have bit the dust even barefoot. So far I've gleaned no cosmic lesson from falling, nor was the fall even the kickoff to a relentlessly shitty day. It's been a pretty nice day, actually, so I think sometimes biting it is just biting it. It's definitely causing me to reevaluate my footwear though.

I have also been in the kitchen: we got a new fridge and stove yesterday. The old ones were actually fine, except that the fridge had started making a blatty fart noise at random intervals a few months ago, and the stove was equipped with like a first-generation microwave that made the rear burners all but inaccessible. Said microwave was also pretty bad at warming up food. Anyway, it's now like a magical fairyland in the kitchen, comparatively speaking, and we had the opportunity to remove the dust buffaloes from behind the fridge.

Another place I've been is the bike path. Unfortunately, the bike path recently had some sort of pointy invisible shard on it that flattened the crap out of my tire, right in the middle of my commute home. This turn of events forced me to put my bike on one of those front racks on the bus, something I've often contemplated but always avoided doing. First of all, there's almost never any real reason for me to put my bike on the bus and ride instead of pedaling (strong headwinds, I laugh at you!), but second of all, I am often prevented from attempting such maneuvers by my fear of looking like a douchey noob in public. There are actually a few places in town where there are practice racks so that you can figure out how to work them before ruining the bus schedule with your own feckless real-time efforts. I always meant to get to one of those practice racks. But I needn't have worried. The racks are easy to operate and noobness was avoided.

My tire is still flat, however.

Where else? I went to Henry's kid birthday party, which was like Lord of the Flies except with more pajama pants (all the kids got soaked in the rain; their clothes went to the dryer; they borrowed Henry and Jude's jammies). Several times, they all broke out in spontaneous chanting. One mystery kid had some bad gas. I wore actual earplugs and ate Indiana Jones cake.

I have been in the sewing room, which is actually just sort of the office and the place where all my craft crap ends up lately. I made these little frankenbooties:
In putting these together, I discovered that I have no idea how to sew a curved line without it looking like utter shite. I guess that's why I made this prototype before really getting fancy with my fabrics, but you know, I saw some forum where the person who reviewed the pattern was like "I made these in about a half hour; they're great!" and I thought I'd be able to manage. I need more practice, clearly.

Speaking of crafty, I have also been on Etsy, A LOT. Not only am I frequently looking for craftacular inspiration, I'm also trying to be more consistent with my shop maintenance, so as to make more sales, which is working so far. I realized I've been hoarding some of my inventory for two years, so I ruthlessly marked things down. And I'm actually going to start tweeting about the shop more than once every two weeks, even though Twitter is, for me personally, sort of a pointless exercise (I don't use any mobile devices). Another rad shop development: I need to get a different face and booty in some of my photos, so look for my sister Emily in future listings.

Another place we went is to the Chowgirls kitchen for a tasting. It was deeeelish, so they're going to cater the wedding. Woot woot!