wawa

oh me, oh my

baby duff, all grown up

in a matter of months

puppies for comparison.

what not to wear

since i'll be hopping in and out of my new york apartment over the next few weeks (currently in connecticut for christmas), i already packed for my new years trip up to vermont. i have an odd appreciation for packing (mostly because i am an obsessive list-maker) but from the looks of it, my suitcase doesn't seem so entirely different from when i packed for the south of france this summer. except for the addition of multiple, multiple pairs of stockings.

five days in the green mountain state, i have packed three pairs of shorts, a tank dress and two pairs of 4-inch heels. annalise cohen needs to answer her phone and knock some sense into me.

wardrobe

and then i opened my drawers and realized, in the most peculiar and lovely way, that my wardrobe consists of (almost entirely) white tees.

as luck would have it

i wandered into the 99-cent store that i work above to pick up a bottle of nail polish remover and some cashews. they were having a raffle in 6 minutes for an iPad and i figured i would enter since i am usually pretty lucky.

as i went to hand in my name/address/number slip to the announcer on the podium (very serious!), he asked me if i wanted to choose the winner in 3 minutes. i agreed, of course and climbed up onto the podium with him. the countdown began (really!) and i was given a microphone. then in front of a strangely large crowd for a raffle-at-a-99-cent-store, i announced that joy martin had won. as i was making my way to the exit, everyone made little comments to me about how i should have chose them and then they wished me very happy holidays.

in retrospect, i should have just called my own name and made off with the iPad, but, to the point, do you know how peculiar it is to hold a microphone?

gingerbread man

holiday baking at beatrice's

santacon

saturday was santacon

starting from the lower east side,

up to central park and 

then down to the west village.

traipsing around manhattan with thousands of santas. 

all right. good and fun. 

N°5

what is more classic than advertising at a bus stop?

karen sue

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM!


love you!

america's got ____

several weeks ago, a fairly famous actor (not a-list or anything, but he is a main character on gossip girl, so that must count for something) sat in my bed (along with britt and a friend of his) til 5 in the morning and played with a fortune teller that i had made. really crafty, with lovely illustrations and lovelier fortunes.

that was the first and last time we saw each other.
maybe because he thought/i am a bit/so weird.

just kidding! we saw each other a year and a half before at the grocery store. i bumped into him with my basket and didn't recognize it was him until emily pointed it out later on. i'm bad at celebz.

anyway, point of the story: i haven't had a full and entire night to my lonesome for weeks, and i subsequently haven't crafted. nor have i thought of a decent project since i tried quilling and bedazzling and i am just craving to do something creative. to just make something. even if it's as simple as a fortune teller. because i haven't in ages and i feel i'm losing my pep because of it. i also came to the realization that i potentially should focus in on one arts-and-craft project. this year alone, i've been briefly obsessed with calligraphy, chandelier-ing, paper people chains, embroidery, friendship bracelets and silhouetting and i think it's about time that i choose something and stick with it.
i need to get my act together!

more or less

last night's dinner

the heart wants what the heart wants.

hopes, dreams and regret

• since may, i've been on the hunt for a crisp-white umbrella. non-folding. have you seen one? i suppose i could search the internet for one, as they seem awfully rare, but that would take the fun out of it.
  
• my friend left her phone in a cab after we met for coffee last month. a man called me (as i was the last person that she had called) to say that he had it. we agreed to meet at a coffee shop in the east village and ended the conversation with "maybe we're soul mates!" i've dated boys that i met in the grocery store, sharing a taxi home, on the street─so it wouldn't be that far fetched and this very well could have been love. but it wasn't!
  
• my biggest regret of 2010: not bringing my camera to darci kistler's last performance. i bring my camera everywhere, but you're not allowed to photograph at the ballet. so i left it at home. at the very least, i'm happy that i wrote about it as soon as i got home.
  
• whenever i catch that woodstock: now and then documentary on tv, i have that same pang of "you're never going to be cool." nothing kills my self-esteem quicker than this doc. it's just uncomfortable, really.
• next weekend is santacon.
  
• and it being december 1, i am officially and exclusively listening to bing crosby (holiday) on pandora.