Yardsale Yahoos

[aka: my mom and me]

Last night my mom spent the night at my place -- Bruno was already on his way to NYC for a Springsteen concert. Girls' night meant eating at the local diner and then watching an hour of Private Practice before calling it a night. This morning, we woke up at the butt crack of dawn and dragged all our most precious "junk" out to my community yardsale. We were actually pretty successful and downsized a lot! The best part was that a donation place from Baltimore was stopping by afterwards to pick up anything we didn't want to take back home with us. I'm feeling footloose and fancy-free now! Gotta love yardsales :)

Pick a Winner

Dear Lady in the Red SUV,
As a conscientious driver, I understand the need to slow down in order to effectively root around in your nose for a concrete booger. Next time that need arises, might I suggest that you warn the rest of us by putting on your hazard lights? Gross!
Sincerely,
Beeps

Dee Oh En Ee

That spells DONE! Thank goodness... my September class is officially over (mind you I spent 12 hours today typing away to make that happen). But nonetheless, it's done. As a matter of fact, you can probably expect to see more of me here again. Yay! First order of business? Pictures of my pottery project. Woo!

New Furniture!

Sofas: Mink

Chair: Polka-dotted

Style: Fabulous

Anticipation

Feels like: can't wait, can't wait, can't wait for tomorrow!

Chirtle, chirtle, chirtle!

I was randomly reading last month's Oprah magazine and came upon a picture of a bird that caught my eye. It wasn't even being featured directly, but rather served as a sort of background for some poem. I did a little google search, and to my surprise found a whole bunch of these treasures! She uses 40-year-old vintage trading stamps as the background and then paints the birds over top. The artist is Laura Levine, and I think part of what makes it so cool is partially the mixed media and partially my sentimentalism for the song birds that I grew up watching in my backyard. Here's one to whet your appetite (it's the one I saw in Oprah)...

Check her out at http://www.illogator.com/lauralevine/index.php

Foster's Clambake Tent

This is the story of my very first high school reunion. B and I got all jazzed up for a night on the town. Are we lookin' good or what?!

We came, we saw, and we conquered those lobsters (thanks in no small part to Becca's iPhone video, which we studied several times before attempting the crack into the beasts)!

As I suspected, I didn't really get to see very many old faces (at least not the ones I was hoping to see--there were plenty of people there). I said "Hi! How've you been? Where are you living now? What do you do?" (all the while thinking, "Who are you?!") to several people, but in the end I mostly just spent time with Becca and catching up with Tim. PS: Becca... you look ADORABLE in this picture!

The end!