Hello my dears. I've missed you! That's right, I missed all of my grownup penpals & blogging friends a whole bunch, and I hope that you missed me, too. At least a little.
I'm in the process of settling in...my bedroom (which I like to think of as "cozy" and "nookish" rather than oppressively tiny) is almost ready for reasonable habitation, and then there will be pictures of the rather elaborate (for me, anyway) organizational-living system I've got goin' on. My studio/workspace (aka half of mine and Sarah's living room) is almost up and running as well. I'm so eager to get back to working, but settling in is time consuming. Especially when you've got a wandering eye...and feet...that want to distract me from getting done with the task at hand.
The story of the move (itself)
The move itself was wonderful, I really couldn't have asked for a more lovely trip. The near panic-attack (I'm really not exaggerating here, it was very scary) on Wednesday night circa 11:30 pm was really horrible. Thankfully, super-Clint got home from work just in the nick of time to rescue me from the depths of despair in the most graceful and sweetest of manners. The next morning, Mama and I got on the road around 9:30 or 10, and had a nice leasurely trip up the eastern half of the country. I fell completely in love with the southwestern part of Virginia...really. No really. It's all I can think of. The rolling, foggy hills. Baby goats. So much green. Good lord, it was one of the most beautiful things I've ever set eyes on.
We stopped for the night at the toppermost of the poppermost of VA, and then headed out the next morning. Why I didn't take any pictures in the car, I'll never know. It's probably because my camera was packed in the back of the Tahoe, and was absolutely inaccessible...dummy me. We arrived in the city right in time for traffic, and rain, both. The rain was actually probably a blessing in disguise, though, because it made Sarah, Greg, Me & Mom rush around unpacking the car like crazy decapitated little chickens. We had a nice dinner that evening at this wonderful Italian place that seems straight out of the Godfather...it's very delicious, in addition to being unassailably cool and, as Greg says, "hipster-free".
This is rare in this neck of the woods, as I find out more every time I venture out of the house. Just today, in the super cute little heart of Bedford Ave., I went down to Spoonbill & Sugartown (an art bookstore that is absolutely wonderful...it's really the only place that is a real danger for me. more than Anthropologie. or maybe the same). Anyway, there is a little boutique called the Mini Mini Market that probably lots of you have been to, or heard of, or have consigned with, etc. It is definitely cute, but way on the "deer and lightning-bolts and plastic hearts" side, if that makes any sense at all. They had this amazing Princess Tina top in this print, and only one size out. I asked if there might be one size larger anywhere, but alas and alack, I was informed that it was the only one there. In a slightly snotty way, might I add.
Anyway, I wanted to share 5 things that made me happy a today (it was kind of a hard day, my first day flying solo all day with Sarah gone). So here they are, and some are illustrated!
1.) An adorable little Mexican mini-me who was about 4. She had cute little black pigtails, and stripey socks. Oh, and was holding a soda from the same restaurant as me! So cute. No picture of that little one, though.
2.) The sweetest curtains featuring little
cutie dutch children with stripey socks! They seemed very Netherlands-by-way-of-Japan to me. They were $10 for the pair at a sweet new/vintage housewares store right down the street from me.

3.) Memories of playing weird vintage Chinese bingo last night with Greg, Mary, and Sarah (thanks to that sweet devil Shannon, who sent the game to me!) Mmmm... Red Stripe. It's definitely one of my top 3 favorite beers. And it's certainly the cutest.
4.) This Couch:
It was sitting there on the sidewalk, just being cute and just a little ugly. I put down my book acquisitions (Marcel Dzama and an out of print Henry Darger monograph!) to photograph it. I wish I could've shrunk it to fit into my pocket and taken it back to the apartment. Our couch is ugly. Real ugly.
5.) The sounds of Midlake, a bunch of guys who seem to be obsessed with late 1800's pioneering life & Fleetwood Mac. So basically a band of my perfect husbands. And Clint's perfect husbands. Their new records is called "The Trials of Van Occupanther". They remind me of a Marcel Dzama drawing set to music. Except maybe a little more "wholesome" (without all the penises & decapitation).
Well, there we are. I know this was a long 'un. But, like I said, I missed you guys. I needed to chat. Happy Monday!