give me just a little more time

That was a corny title. I apologize. I'm just stopping in to say that I haven't forgotten about the blog, I just haven't decided on a new name and look yet, or if there will be one. I imagine not much will happen here before Christmas (sad) but I could be wrong. I also apologize to those of you who were waiting for the etsy shop opening I said would happen this fall. I do hope to open one in the nearish future, but I have a lot to figure out first.

Be well. Happy Thanksgiving to my American friends! I'll be in the homeland myself for the holiday, in the sun in California.

rethinking it

It has been quiet around these parts lately, and not unintentionally. I'm rethinking the blog, hoping to catch a more cohesive vision for the future. I'd like to get back to food-blogging, but I don't want to lose the space for other forms of creativity and thought. Do I start a second blog? Do I try to maintain a digital haberdashery? One thing I'd like to do is be more intentional. For a long time this space has mostly been frivolous - most of what I think about and do never makes it onto the blog, and I wonder whether that's really a good use of my time and yours. Frankly, there is more that I want to do with this corner of the virtual world that I have the privilege of occupying. And so I have left it alone for a time, to see what I really want out of it, whether I want it at all.

I have come to the conclusion that yes, I do want this space, and I have a few ideas about what I want to do here. I still need time and quietness to work it out. It may mean scrapping what has been and beginning again. I'll let you know.

Hair: Epilogue

before

after

So I did it, I got Joan Holloway bangs (though they were meant to be Audrey Hepburn bangs by the time I got to the stylist, but she didn't catch the vision). And yes, that is my favorite necklace. I would buy just about any piece from Early Jewelry if I could.

Boston

Back in May, K and I went to Boston to visit some friends. I was impressed by the graveyard next to Park Street Church, where Paul Revere and others are buried. Disney has practically ruined us all for real history - anything old or foreign feels like a theme park set, doesn't it? I know you didn't mean it, Walt, but there it is.

We also visited Harvard, where everyone either looked the part - sweater vests, pressed pants, leather briefcases - or looked... how do I put this? Like they bought clothes a size too small and a tad too clubbish for a spring afternoon. Oh, college girls.

Here are les boys next to the river. The light looks different in Boston than in Vancouver, doesn't it? I like the way the light changes from place to place, a passive resistance against homogenization.

Inspired by the snail and the cyclops, we visited Bobby from Boston...

And were very silly at the Arboreteum, where someone apparently wants an addendum to the rules. I'm sorry, vandal, but I don't know how an arboreteum makes sense without the possibility of babies.

mountain silverbells

We had breakfast on a hill...

before driving in a convertible to Cape Cod

where I found some interesting pods.

We had lunch at a tea house, and saw some of the local fellas peeking out at us from a window above a shop.

It was a cold, wet day, but we had to get out onto a beach, because sand, water, and rocks are in my blood, and I can't help it. Besides, a chill and some wind makes marvelous beach days.

A shark egg - the beach was full of them. They look remarkably like plant matter.

And some funny little snails

And then it was time to go home.

nearly all the photos are by joelsage

(thank you for a lovely week, Joel!)

Next up, the Harvard Natural History Museum.

Craft Sale

The poster was a return to drawing - I haven't done any in a while (same with the cursive, and I think that shows... blerg). More birds, and wool french press cozies. Hoping to open an etsy shop this fall.

something of inexplicable value

This arc of light came into our kitchen the other day. It came at a good time.

Faster Every Year

Iiiii know. I am being one lame blogger. This summer is just slipping through my fingers at an alarming rate. I'm contemplating giving up and calling it the Lost Season. But then I remember that I have read a few books, travelled a little, picked some berries, eaten some cherries, made some things, drawn a little, and enjoyed the open windows at night. And that's something. So now, some visual aids of my goings-on to distract you from my absence:

Oh, and the hair. No cut yet. 1) I can't decide what to do, and 2) the summer's been slippery, as previously noted. But don't worry, things are going to pick up around here. I can feel it in my bones.

Hair

You can wear the dumpiest outfit, but if you have a good hairstyle, you can pull it off like it's intentional. I've been looking for a good hairstyle for a long time, though I'm finally coming to terms with the fact that my hair - texture, color, style - tends to assume that we live in the 1940s. Not so bad, actually, but it's a little boring. I'm getting it cut this week, and while I like Winona Ryder's haircut (bottom), I'm not ready to do short again. So I'm staying long, but considering Joan Holloway's bangs (top). It's not a big jump, but who doesn't like Joan? I'm open to suggestions, though.



What do you think?