Tuesday, April 17

Life Lately...

Hi there! Remember me? I know. It has been so very long. I am terrible. Life lately has been, well, busy. Without going into everything - here is a taste of what's been happening.

I have been on a painting frenzy. Nothing exciting/worth sharing. I am just touching up everything in my place. Inside of pantry - check. Front of cabinets - check. Boring stuff, but man, it feels so fresh and clean again. I like. Lots.

Found some rusty numbers to put on the front of the shed while "junking" in Montrose. They haven't gone up yet - soon though.

PS. Other news about the shed...Dwell is interested in doing a story. Crazy, right?

Despite a snowstorm this last weekend, Matthew is in a springtime state of mind.

A little DIY. A bit confusing, but we got it done. And, I haven't worn my bracelet once. Oh well.

Anthropologie moved to a new location in Boston.
While in town visiting my sister last month, we stopped by.
Amazing. All of it.

Have you seen this blog? Matthew and I are obsessed.
So, I did my own version for him on the shed fridge.
Man, I love this chalkboard fridge.

One more week. Trying to soak it up.

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Wednesday, March 21

The Genius Waitress

I visited my old place of employment today and had a lovely meal and was waited on by one of my favorite people.  

So - feeling nostalgic.  In honor of all who have waited tables - a poem my Tom Robbins

 [dressed as dead waitresses for Dia de los Muertos]

The Genius Waitress
               Of the genius waitress, I now sing.
            Of hidden knowledge, buried ambition, and secret sonnets scribbled on cocktail napkins; of aching arches, ranting cooks, condescending patrons, and eyes diverted from ancient Greece to ancient grease; of burns and pinches and savvy and spunk; of a uniquely American woman living a uniquely American compromise, I sing.  I sing of the genius waitress.

            Okay, okay, she’s probably not really a genius.  But she is well-educated.  She has a degree in Sanskrit, ethno astronomy, Icelandic musicology, or something equally valued in the contemporary marketplace.  Even if she could find work in her chosen field, it wouldn’t pay beans—so she slings them instead. (The genius waitress is not to be confused with the aspiring-actress waitress so prevalent in Manhattan and Los Angeles and so different from her sister in temperament and I.Q.)

            As a type, the genius waitress is sweet and sassy, funny and smart; young, underestimated, fatalistic, weary, cheery (not happy, cheerful: there’s a difference and she understands it), a tad bohemian, often borderline alcoholic, frequently pretty (though her hair reeks of kitchen and bar); as independent as a cave bear (though ever hopeful of “true love”) and, above all, genuine.

            Covertly sentimental, she fusses over toddlers and old folks, yet only fear of unemployment prevents her from handing an obnoxious customer his testicles with his bill.
            She doesn’t mind a little good-natured flirting, and if you flirt with verve and wit, she may flirt back.  Never, however, never try to impress her with your résumé.  Her tolerance for pretentious Yuppies ends with her shift, sometimes earlier.  She reads men like a menu and always knows when she’s being offered leftovers or an artificially inflated soufflé. 

            Should you ever be lucky enough to be taken home by her to that studio apartment with the jerry-built bookshelves and Frida Kahlo posters, you will discover that whereas in the public dining room she is merely as proficient as she needs to be, in the private bedroom she is a blue gourmet virtuoso.  Five stars and counting!  Afterward, you can discuss chaos theory or the triple aspects of the mother goddess in universal art forms—while you massage her swollen feet.

            Eventually, she leaves food service for graduate school or marriage, but unless she wins a grant or a fair divorce settlement, chances are she’ll be back, a few years down the line, reciting the daily specials with her own special mixture of warm and ennui.

            Erudite emissary of eggs over easy, polymath purveyor of polenta and prawns, articulate angel of apple pie, the genius waitress is on duty right now in hundreds of U.S. restaurants, smile at the ready, sauce on the side.  So brush up on your Schopenhauer, place your order—and tip, mister, tip.  She deserves a break today.
            Of her I sing.

~Tom Robbins
  Playboy, 1991

Wednesday, March 14

Been down Two times

Love that my sister spotted these amazing necklaces with song lyrics engraved on them. As Fleetwood Mac fanatics (and timely lyrics for events in our family this year) we ordered matching necklaces that say "been down...two times" in honor of this awesome song.
 You can even order other words to be engraved on to the heart...so cute! 

[from Erica Weiner

Fleetwood Mac's - Never going back again

Monday, February 27

I want...

Me likey. And want. Here.

Friday, February 24

Kitchen Love

I have always been a Neko Case fan - especially when she was hanging out and recording in Tucson.  

Check out her kitchen (complete with piano) in Country Living.

Watch and listen

Watch this show:

and listen to this CD:

Son's of Anarchy has many Black Keys songs in the show - seems to be a perfect fit.


Book and Blog

Just listened to this book (yes - audiobook) which I recommend.   Mindy Kaling has a funny high voice and when she is talking to you, you feel like she is a good friend telling stories.  It is a light and quick read (or listen).  

Also - check out her blog about stuff she likes - very cute!