snack

am i the last person to know about these snacks?  we just got them in my ghetto grocery store and i am IN LOVE with them and i am IN LOVE with the inventor.  i thank the heavens above for folks who also avoid the corn, who want a healthy snack and then actually go about creating one.  i have the utmost respect for innovators.  what i wouldn’t give for that innovator gene. 

BEANITOS.

 

they’re the best snack ever invented. 

i tell you people, i have been off the chips since i declared myself off the chips.  don’t get me wrong, i’m still eating a tasty rice cracker every now and again.  (oxymoron?  tasty rice cracker?)  but these, these are more CHIP-like.  and i approve. 

now, the jury is still out on my latest box of wine experiment.  i was feeling rich and worthy of a box of organic wine after many many agonizing hours of work, and it was a new product in my neighborhood liquor store, so i splurged – our daily red.  besides, the name kills me. 

the problem is, i can’t decide if my body is just rejecting the notion of organic wine because it’s so darn used to cheap booze or WHAT.  but two days in a row of drinking ONLY ONE glass of this organic boxed wine, i’ve awoken with a headache.  i don’t get it.  is this wine mocking me?  is this wine saying, “who do you think you are drinking organic wine allasudden, you poser?!”  to be honest, i miss my little pour spout on the non-organic box.  but of course, i’ll suffer through this chicken stock box of upper crust vino.  headaches be damned! 

also – i’m still eating the cheese.  sometimes i just can’t resist the siren song of the honey goat cheese. so much for wearing my vegan badge proudly. 

today’s favorite snack – honey goat cheese with avocado on a beanito with some daily red.  life is grand.  a day off, some good snackin’, a little thrifting (more later) and some netflix boardwalk empire.  who has a better life than me?  no-one.  everyone.  whatever.  i love my mediocre life. 


cardboard box

what is better than a box of the finest red, some half-price-cuz-the-expiration-date-is-tomorrow brie, some pecan rice crackers and a netflix dvd of californication season 4?

today?

nothing.

ain’t nothing better.


TGIS

thank gawd it’s spring. 

dare i say we’re out of snowstorm danger for the long haul?  my shovel has been packed away. 

“snow showers” are in the forecast three times in the 10-day.  what?

all things bear-related are packed away.

and have been replaced with items of color and happiness and joy joy joy.

 

and with spring comes the sounds of spring. 

birds chirping.

and the neighbor putting on a new roof. 

bang. bang. bang.

all. day. long.

we wait and we wait and we wait for the warmer temperatures and somehow you never anticipate the ol’ roof replacement.  ahhhhh, what can you do?  applaud their home improvement efforts and then pour a drink. 

i thought i’d be refreshed and renewed and ready to blog again after a nice winter break, but that didn’t happen.  my well is dry.  bone dry.  i’m kinda bored with everything.  bored with crafts, bored with decor, bored with movies, bored with thrifting, bored.  everything is starting to look and sound the same to me everywhere i turn.  and yes, i’m familiar with the phrase when you’re bored, you’re boring.  i won’t deny this.  i’m kinda boring.  not as boring as some people i know, but not as riveting, either.

things i’ve changed over the past few months:

1.  i’m off shampoo and conditioner.  i use the baking soda/apple cider vinegar routine every other day.  google it.  there’s tons of info on the web.  sure, i smell like a salad, but no-one gets close enough to me these days to notice.  one incident worth noting – a slightly embarrassing moment came when a waiter asked if i’d like some fresh ground pepper on my head. 

2.  speaking of hair – i have jumped on the ombre hair trend.  or bronde, if you will.  dark hair at the roots gradually fading into blonde ends.  there is a delicate balance from looking like this:

to looking like this:

after finding myself creeping into mug-shot chic territory, i plunged headfirst into a DIY version of ombre hair (with darn good results) following these instructions here, making me look less like the “glamour don’t” example directly above.

3.  i start the day with a cup of hot water, rather than coffee.  i saw it on dr. oz.  i still drink a couple cups of coffee after that, but i have cut back on my coffee consumption.  i almost like it better than the coffee.   i also enjoy a cup of hot water in the afternoon.  this certainly katapults me into old fartdom.

4.  i’ve gone vegan – no eggs, no fish (to go along with my no wheat, no dairy, no corn food allergies diet).  it’s just an accidental experiment – my grocery store was not stocking the local farmer’s eggs for a couple weeks and i gave up.  i can’t say i won’t return to these sources of protein in the future, but for now it’s rice, beans, veggies, fruits and nuts.  and tequila.  you’d drink too if you had to live on my diet.

pink grapefruit margarita

5.  i became obsessed with californication.  yes, i know i’m SO LATE, seasons late, years late to the party on this one, but it’s one of the only things that has grabbed my attention and held it for any length of time.  there is an eerie familiarity to the story line – i  feel like i’m watching a quasi-ish version of my past life.  quasi-ISH the charismatic boyfriend, the beautiful long-term girlfriend (that’s me, btw, natch), the cheating, the drugs, the booze, the break-ups, the get-back-togethers, the break-ups again….anyway, i’ve been in a californication coma trance fog watching seasons 1 – 3 in these last weeks of winter.  it’s been awesome.

david duchovny and natascha mcelhone from californication

and so with that, the blog goes on another hiatus ’til something earth-shattering happens.  this non-shampooing, hot water drinking, netflix addict vegan has nothing to write about.

oh, except for this pair of cool-as-hell wooden vintage swedish lamps i found via ebay.  they remind my sister of an egyptian wedding cake (?) and yes, they do have a wedding cake/christmas tree feel to them, but they also put off an amazing cozy glow and i ask you, who in the world doesn’t appreciate a good cozy swedish glow?

i haven’t found a permanent place in my apartment for them yet, one stays on the kitchen counter for now and the other i drag around with me from room to room to create ambiance.   sitting on my ass ambiance.


third of three

i decided to complete the cast of american pickers.

danielle.

or as i like to say, essence of danielle.

danielle from american pickers

danielle and the boys:

mike, frank and danielle of american pickers

now i’m in the mood to go thrifting.


mondo

i still get a bad twinge in my gut when i think back to mondo not winning project runway this season.  that weren’t right.

 

in keeping with the “house in a house” themed ornaments, i made “mondo in a condo” (although it’s really just mondo in a house).  but “mondo in a condo” sounds better.

some vintage fabric for the back –

   

i’m thinking tv might influence my life too much.


house

who watches the show house

i’ll tell ya who.  my sister, that’s who.

(and me.  i watch it, too. every monday.  and i fall asleep other nights to reruns.)

but she positively loves house and hugh laurie in particular.  and can we blame her? 

(i’m in love with the furniture and lamps on that show.)

so i have made “house in a house” for her. 

an ornament. 

because i’m amazing like that. 

it is sorta kinda supposed to be her new house.  or, essence of her house, if you will.

a reminder, sister’s house:

the front door is purple, but you can’t tell from this photo cuz the door is open.

here’s a little purple:

and now – house in her house:

or as we say in the ‘hood,  hizzy in da hizzy. 

the back is vintage material.  it looks christmas-y, yes?

 

i kept the house ornament simple on purpose, but i think it could use more detail.  i’ve got some others i’m working on…we’ll see…i’ll make a few versions cuz my OCD has kicked in.   

and yah, i’ve made a few more goats.


albino bat

i don’t do halloween anymore.  i just don’t.

i sound like such a scrooge. 

but for adults, it’s just kinda dumb, isn’t it?  if you don’t have kids?  like, what’s the point of dressing up or buying candy you can’t eat?  and i certainly don’t answer my doors to nobody in the ghetto, halloween or not. 

several years ago i had a co-worker friend who loved bats.  and then we suddenly weren’t friends anymore (long, ugly story) and she was no longer a co-worker.  in the time we were friends, i started to make a bat pillow for her.  well, several prototypes of bat pillows.  this all occurred while i was in my log cabin pillow phase.  turns out our friendship ended and since i’m not enamored with bats like she was, i never finished any of the pillows. 

well heck, it’s october and october means halloween and bats are halloweeny, so i decided to finish one.

as far as timelines go, this fits perfectly into my procrastination schedule.  3 years to finish a pillow?  perfect. 

now, anyone can make a black bat pillow, right?  that’s so obvious.  i decided to represent the ignored-at-halloween albino bat. 

via condé nast traveler

 

REPRESENT! 

oh brother.

good lord, this is just not my cup of tea (or chalice of potion).  i can’t do cute. 

do i sound like a halloween snob?

i can absolutely do cute and tacky and kitsch at christmas – i almost insist upon it.  good taste at christmas just ruins the holiday for me.  good taste, schmood taste.  takes the fun right out of it.  but for any other holiday, i just can’t handle it.   

but i’m keeping her around for another 2 weeks.  i’m de-scroogeing.  what’s the harm?  it’s not as if anyone’s gonna see it, ‘cept you guys. 

which reminds me.  my pregnant friend had her baby on 10-10-10.  have i finished the baby quilt i was making for her?  nope.  i expect it to be done somewhere around 2013.

mad men season finale tonight.  this season has been SO good.  they’re all good, but this season was especially dark and gritty.

  “where can i find a great bat pillow?”

(you know i’m gonna be on the mad lookout for those bookends.)

what the heck am i going to look forward to on sunday nights now?  finishing that baby quilt?  hardly.