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.
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?
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!
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.