31 August 2007

Carrot and Stick Press



I got these beautiful letterpressed skull and crossbones notecards at an art store the other day. They're made by Carrot and Stick Press in Oakland, California.
The paper, or cardstock, is wonderfully thick, and they make designs ranging from sweet pink polka dots to classic candy stripes to the skulls, which are my favorite notecards ever ever EVER!

Carrot and Stick Press

26 August 2007

Pink Pearl apple



A coworker gave me two Pink Pearl apples on Friday at work. Hers were grown by Apple Farm. I like tart apples, and Pink Pearls are very tart and crisp, like Granny Smith apples. The apples she gave me had a white and pink mottled flesh.

At the Farmers Market on Saturday I saw that De Voto Gardens, from Sebastopol, CA also had Pink Pearl apples so I bought a few pounds. Theirs are sweeter than the ones I had on Friday, with a deeper pink flesh. The Pink Pearl apple is a hybrid that was developed in the 1940's. The skin is yellow or cream colored, and you can see the blush from the flesh through the skin. The people at De Voto Gardens' stand said these apples have a very short season-- late August through mid September! They compared it to an Arkansas Black apple for density, crunch and tart flavor.

20 August 2007

Steven Shein jewelry



Sparrows, roller skates, rainbows, skulls, butterflies, old school boomboxes, anchors, headphones and many other iconic shapes, made of wood, laminate, glittery stuff and gold-- Steven Shein's made-in-LA jewelry is wearable pop art.

The heart-shaped one that reads "break this" is my favorite piece of jewelry lately!
It's made of five candy colored layers: purple, green, orange, pink and white, and is thick and chunky, suspended from a delicate chain.

Check out the amazing array of designs here...
Steven Shein

19 August 2007

Limited Edition



The two worst words to see when it comes to some beauty product you love: Limited Edition. "Limited Edition" sends me into a panic and the need to stock up on Limited Edition items throws all budgeting and spending planning into chaos!

On a shopping venture the other day, looking for a bridal shower gift and a birthday gift, I walked hurriedly through the middle aisle of the cosmetics department at Bloomingdale's. The middle aisle is pretty much the straightest shot through Bloomingdale's, if you can keep your head from turning and keep your gaze trained straight ahead, lest you catch a glimpse of the various shimmering, glimmering colors and pots and sticks and spray bottles of fun makeup and lotions and potions to the sides. Unfortunately I made eye contact with a salesperson who smiled at me, which wasn't the true undoing, it was the fact that I smiled back. "BOBBI'S EXECUTIVE DIRECTOR IS COMING SO IF YOU'RE A BOBBI FAN" she screamed at me, and about fifteen people turned to look at her and at the person she was talking to (me). I hurried over to her just to get her to stop being so goddamned embarrassing and picked up a bar of soap that had sand all over the top. I sniffed the soap while the saleswoman prattled on about Bobbi Brown's "Beach" fragrance. The soap, called "the Sandbar" is impregnanted with the fragrance, which really does smell fresh and reminiscent of suntan lotion from the 1970's. That smell has a lot of sense memory and happy emotion associated with it for a lot of people, I am sure. Flash forward... I bought the soap.

It's rich and creamy and smells great, and I love it. I was thinking about buying another bar soon. Then I found out the Sandbar is Limited Edition! Time for a freak out. The only thing worse is the dreaded "DISCONTINUED".

14 August 2007

The Edible Woman



Someone left this book on a table at work with a note saying that it was good and whomever wanted to read it should go ahead and take it. The pages were yellowed and there was an orange "clearance 1.00" sticker on the front cover.

It has been a long time since I read Margaret Atwood's books Surfacing and The Handmaid's Tale. I read them both in college... a million billion years ago.
That was when I starting getting the itch to be done with school and go on to law school and be done with English majors and English professors and theory theory theory and deconstruction. We were always deconstructing everything. Well, I was stupid. Law school sucked some major ass and I only went for one year. It goes down in my own personal history as the most wasted year of my life, mostly because I had to study so much that I did nothing creative--absolutely nothing. It wasn't even studying, it was just mind-numbing memorizing. Of course, once entering The Workforce I quickly realized how much better it was back in school. Ah, hindsight!

Anyhow, back to The Edible Woman. It was so good that I read all over the weekend. (I'm currently reading some books that I've been reading for weeks, and two I've been reading for months. I should just give them back to the people I borrowed them from and admit, "I can't read it".) It was written in 1965 and published a few years later. It's about a woman who is engaged to be married. Her boyfriend is dull. He's a lawyer, up and coming financially. He's good-looking, dresses well, and is self-centered. Marian, the narrator, is nowhere near as "together" as he is. In one interesting part of the book, she describes how bad her kitchen has gotten. There's not once single clean dish, there's a scum on top of the cold water in the sink, the sink is piled with dishes, and the fridge is full of rotting food. After becoming engaged, Marian starts to get grossed out by meat, and then eggs, and then she's a vegan, and then a carrot one day freaks her out, too. She can barely eat. At the end she breaks free of her fiance by baking a cake in the shape of a woman and telling him to eat it instead of eating her. He thinks she's weird and he leaves. She eats the cake herself, and then she shares it with someone else. I like her because she seems really on the verge of losing it. It's kind of refreshing.

That was a horrible synopsis; I kind of feel the way you feel when you're trying to explain a dream to someone, like all bogged down and heavy. Anyway, The Edible Woman is really, really good.

12 August 2007

Elizabeth McGrath



I like to visit the creepy, always-Halloweeny world of artist Elizabeth McGrath.
I want her book, entitled Everything that Creeps!

Elizabeth McGrath's site

01 August 2007

Put down the tweezers!

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