In Which I Cease Whining (or at least pause)
July 20, 2006
Now that I’ve seen the state of your porch chairs, I’ve decided to turn over a new leaf, to glop on some fresh psychic paint, to bloom where I am planted, and to make lemonade when life hands me Crystal Light. Thanks for that, friend. Sometimes one needs a reminder that one is not the only Pottery Barn gal marooned in a Grey Gardens world (minus cats and fleas, but I do think about wearing a cardigan on my head).
There are compensations. See that kitchen window up there?
This is the view.
And not to brag or anything, but I am the mistress of a genuine Can-O-Mat:
(I don’t quite get what is so ‘mat’ about it. And am I the only person who sees this thing and thinks ‘eBay’?)
I am in love with our new neighborhood, Washington Heights. Here’s a news flash, people (including taxi drivers): Washington Heights is in MANHATTAN. Hop on the A train, and it’s 20 minutes to Columbus Circle. Yet it’s a world apart. Small towny (in a New Yorky way). A small shopping street with everything you really need, a couple of nice places to eat and drink, a *bucks for those whose souls are in the grip of the almighty latte, and a venerable German Jewish bakery for those whose lives are governed by the almighty pumpernickel.
This is Manhattan? Can it be? Yes, it be!
Most of the buildings seem to have been built in the 30s, Art Deco with a human scale and a common touch.
Check out the fire escapes! Art Deco fire escapes!
You want Tudor? We got your Tudor!
Plenty of knitting/quilting inspiration.
Excellent lengths of curb to walk on.
These signs are all over the neighborhood. I’m thinking of getting my real estate license. Come on up! Check it out!
I’m re-immersing in this book:
To make this:
It’s not a necklace. It’s a PulloverOrMaybeATunicOrMaybeADressI’llJustSeeHowItGoesOkay?
So far I’ve learned that it is one thing to wing a blanket without a pattern. A sweater/tunic/dress? Another thing entirely. So fun!