January 9, 2010
My house was freshened up for sale. The sellers painted the walls completely bland colors, re-did the kitchen in completely bland cabinets, countertops, and appliance (but the kitchen is a whole ‘nother post in itself), and replaced all the light fixtures with completely bland, ugly, awful, contractor-special light fixtures. I eventually want to replace them all – there are only 8.
The light on the front porch bugged me most of all (the light on the back porch is surprisingly OK. I think it is older). I’ve got this cute little walkway to a cute front porch, and a light that completely doesn’t fit in. Even before I moved in, I had identified a replacement light fixture. A couple of months ago, I invited some friends over for dinner. About two weeks before the dinner, I realized the front porch light didn’t work, and I thought ‘well, I can go buy a new lightbulb…or I could go buy a new light.’ Turned out, the company that sells my dream porch light was having a lighting sale at that very moment! So, I bought my new porch light
…and one for the bathroom
By the way, have you seen Houzz? I can see many lost hours spent there.
January 1, 2010
I’ve decided to revive the blog. Except it won’t be focused on knitting (although knitting will certainly be part of it). In August, I bought a tiny old house in Alexandria. I plan to blog about my house projects as I make the very bland interior and yard my own. I’ll probably blog about crafts projects too as I work on them.
So, I think the blog needs a new name. Any thoughts? In the meantime, look at pictures from Snowpocalypse 09.
September 16, 2008
Remember this? My mailman (or woman) with a rather literal interpretation of where to leave a package when I’m not home?
I got home tonight after pubquiz to find this
Literally, my first thought was ‘He’s back!’
*Apologies for the poor picture. Although I bought a new camera, I haven’t yet gotten around to unpacking it, charging it, loading the software… This was courtesy of my iPhone and lighting from my car’s headlights. The guy talking on his phone on his balcony thought I was crazy.
August 12, 2008
I know, I know, I haven’t posted in ages. No good stories to tell, I guess, or maybe too many in a short period of time. Sade finally prodded me into posting with the meme below:
- Link to the person who tagged you (see above).
- Post the rules on your blog (this is what you are now reading).
- Write 6 random things about yourself (see below).
- Tag 6 people at the end of your post and link to them (This is only a game)
- Let each person know they have been tagged and leave a comment on their blog
- Let the tagger know when your entry is up
Six Things About Me
- I’m related to one of the Salem witches.
- I don’t like tomatoes, but I’m growing some on my patio anyway.
- I ran a musical theatre company in college.
- I can’t take on any more craft hobbies at the moment…but I am starting a “someday” pile of books and supplies under the guest bed.
- I started horseback riding (English) when I was four years old. I just found a stables nearby and may pick it up again.
- I studied international relations, but, except for 2 years of grad school, have lived in the same state my whole life.
April 11, 2008
On my way to with this morning, I ran right out of my shoe. OK, so I wasn’t actually running – more like walking briskly – when the heel of my shoe got wedged in a crack in the sidewalk. And the Fairfax Co. Connector, although partially orange, is not actually a pumpkin carriage. But Cinderella is fleeing home when she loses her shoe, and with a little imagination, my boss could be a wicked stepmother, and my two coworkers stepsisters. I certainly feel like Cinderella at work sometimes. (this is even more amusing to me when I remember that my boss’s stepdaughter is visiting this week) What I want to know is, where’s my handsome prince? If my employer is my wicked stepfamily, is Prince Charming a more desirable job?
March 9, 2008
This is the bag that I carried to and from work for almost a year. Kate discovered it. It’s the perfect knitting/commuting bag – right size, good number/shape/placement of pockets. Its a messenger bag, which is probably better for one’s back than a standard purse (if you wear it as a messenger bag). Its very functional. And kinda cute, maybe? A little sporty?
Here’s the problem. I’m not sporty. I don’t do casual/outdoorsy well. I try. I see other people do it, but I can’t put it into practice. I was starting to get tired of my functional bag, especially if I went out with friends after work, or to lunch with my (quite stylish) coworkers. I wanted to excuse the bag, say ‘this isn’t really me, its just practical.’ The last straw was when my mom started me watching ‘Cashmere Mafia’ for the fashion, if nothing else. And finally I snapped.
The green bag has been replaced with this.
which is pretty close to perfect itself. I wish it didn’t have the buckles, but I like simple, structured bags better than slouchy, adorned ones. Its bigger than it looks, and I can carry everything I need. These kinds of shoes
have been replaced with these.
(I know, I know, a podiatrist or orthopedist would have a fit, but I think I have a few years of abusing my feet left in me before I go to sensible shoes.) My clothes haven’t changed all that much, but that is as much dictated by weather as it is by style. I can’t wait for spring and new skirts.
I feel better.
February 4, 2008
Late this afternoon, I left my house to pick up a friend and go to a Super Bowl party. Just after I left, my cellphone rang – an old classmate. Our conversation extended through my stop to get gas, and all the way to my friend’s apartment. On the way to the party, we stop to get beer (the requested contribution). When I got up to the register to pay, I realized my debit card was missing. As I stared in horror at my wallet, I frantically thought of all the places I had been that weekend, and where I might have left it. Just when I had myself convinced that I had lost it at PetCo on Saturday morning, and it had been over 24 hours that someone could have had it and been using it, I remembered my stop at the gas station.
Of course! I must have left it in the machine at the gas station. I was distracted by the phone conversation. I called my bank from the parking lot of the grocery store, and sat on hold for ten minutes before losing my patience and driving away (still on hold, on speaker). After twenty minutes on hold (Super Bowl Sunday! Not a lot of people in the call center, apparently), I finally get a real person and cancel my card. They tell me it will be 5-7 days before I get a new card and ask if that will be OK (what am I going to say? No? Then what?).
When we get to the party, I’m taking off my coat, and my fingers brush something in my pocket. Yep, that would be my debit card. The one I just spent 20 minutes on the phone canceling. I think I must have taken it out of my wallet at the gas station, so I wouldn’t have my hands full while I was talking/fueling. Gaaah!
December 20, 2007
Cross your fingers, wish for good luck, send me good luggage vibes.
I’m checking a bag on a flight at Christmas. With a connection at a major hub. I’ve had luggage permanently lost by an airline before, so I should know better, but I’ve decided I don’t want to deal with it. I don’t want to lug my bag through crowded airports, and be tethered to a suitcase at my connection. I don’t want to take a suitcase through madhouse security. I don’t want to heave my suitcase over my head and wrestle it into the overhead compartment while taller, stronger people sit and watch; or be the last one off the plane because the only place to put my bag was behind me. I’m gonna check my bag, cross my fingers, and hope for the best.
I’ve also decided to splurge and take a taxi to the airport. Unless I’m going to be gone for more than 10 days, it’s less costly to drive and park in the economy lot. Flying at Christmas, though, that just strikes me as one more thing that can go wrong, so a cab it is. Wish me luck!
December 16, 2007
When I first moved up to NJ for grad school, I dated a guy who lived in Manhattan. Through him, I got glimpses of what it is like to live in NYC. One day, I asked him about grocery shopping. After all, he didn’t have a car. Corner markets are fine for brief errands, but what if you bought a case of soda or beer? Or a pumpkin? (it was Halloween when I asked) He looked at me as if I were a little slow and said “You have it delivered.” Well, duh.
I chalked it up to one of those New York things and went happily about my life. Now that I’m back here in Tyson’s Corner, I don’t have easy access to a grocery store. I have to go to McLean, Vienna, or Falls Church to get to anything more than a 7-11; and while none of those places are far in terms of mileage, the traffic patterns make it a chore. There will be a Harris Teeter within walking distance of me in about 3 years, but until then, grocery shopping is something I put off until I have to order a pizza for dinner because there’s nothing to eat in the house. This past week, I was fast approaching that point again, and the threat of bad weather only increased my reluctance to brave the grocery stores. Then, help arrived in the form of a flyer. I’d seen the Peapod trucks around (I love that their trucks say “Drivers carry no cash. Only cashews.”), and here was a coupon offering me $20 off my first order. Clearly, a sign. Yesterday, I logged on to their site, and filled a ‘cart’ for delivery today. They have a good selection of natural and organic items, which makes me happy, although their overall selection doesn’t quite match a brick & mortar store. My delivery window was 7am-1pm today, but since I need to be home doing chores anyway, a six hour window was fine. It was hard to delve into really involved tasks knowing that I could hear a knock on the door at anytime, but otherwise, OK. As deliverymen are wont to do, this one didn’t reach my house till the window was closing, but now I have groceries for the week! And I didn’t have to bundle up against the cold, face the icy rain, play chicken in the parking lots, or battle the lines. I am pleased. And it’s time for lunch.
December 2, 2007
Yesterday, I drove down to Hughesville, MD to meet an alpaca farmer at a local fair. She is selling many fleece, for very good prices. I get the feeling that she just wants to get rid of the backlog. I went and picked out two that I liked – a small fawn suri, and a larger black (or dk brown) huacaya. She kept encouraging me to take more – the prices were nominal, and she was happy to give me some fleeces outright. I live in a small apartment, and I’ll be processing these by hand, so I was good and only took the two. I think I showed admirable restraint.