i love (almost) all wes anderson's movies. (darjeeling limited, i'm looking at you.) so, this trailer delights me. i could tell you how many times i've watched it but you might worry about me a little.
let's play "what's in my bag?" i've seen pictures like this forever. wasn't there even a kate spade book? i've wanted to do one myself but never got around to it. but since i'm doing the #janphotoaday challenge on instagram, it finally happened.
so, from the top left: my day planner, a small pouch containing black phoenix alchemy lab imps, my headphones, my wallet, the grass cutting sword by catherynne valente, a made by hank pouch filled with pencils and pens (mostly papermate flair pens, my favorite), my keys, a hair thingamy i bought here, the happiness project by gretchen rubin, a notebook given to me by donovan, filled with my world domination plans, tarte matte lip stain and burt's bees pomegranate lip balm. well, that was fun.
i also need to thank everyone. yesterday's blog post was about as much fun to write as an ingrown toenail. sometimes i just need to get this stuff off my chest and its good to know that i can do that here. the support i received here and on twitter was incredible. and although it wasn't some elaborate rouse to garner compliments, they are heartily appreciated. i know i'm awesome. some days its just harder to remember that than others. so, thanks. many many thanks.
the first computer i ever touched was a mac. the first time i ever went on the internet was at the computer lab at antioch college - which was filled with apple computers. i first saw the news that he passed on twitter, on my iphone. he brought us the future and it, and he, were inspiring.
oh good gravy, i thought it couldn't get better than the hallway fight sequence in inception. then this happened. and yet, the video above is even better than both of those things put together. i love him. oh so very very much.
i'm sorry. i know you're feeling neglected. i've been so good lately and then i disappear for a few days. but you see, i've been really busy. i finished up my summer wedding orders, i spent some time with friends, and we had some out of town visitors. there was a museum visit and meals and a trip to powell's.
i know. i know. excuses, excuses. the truth is i knew august was coming. and in case you've forgotten august is crush month. you and i will be spending at least a few minutes together everyday for the next month. see you tomorrow!
i've been trying to write a blog post about peter falk all day. it seems silly. i could write about watching columbo when i was itty bitty and rediscovering columbo on a & e in my early twenties. or how the princess bride is my go to movie if i'm in a bad mood. i could tell you about my high school english teacher who convinced me that i had to see the movies peter falk had made with john cassevetes. or how i watched wings of desire so many times i no longer needed to read the subtitles. i could tell about the biography i watched about him and how he seemed like a really kind, really decent man. i could tell you about how much he reminded me of my own grandfather. and it all seems kinda silly.
i didn't know him and yet i'm really sad that he's gone.
here's the story i will tell you:
about 4 years ago, kateri and i hadn't met. we'd been etsy friends for awhile, communicating through convos and treasuries. one day i decided to check out her blog. while nosing around, i looked at her profile. we had some stuff in common. she listed one of my favorite books as one of her favorites. ok, cool. maybe we could be friends. then i saw it - columbo was listed amongst her interests. wait a minute! this woman lives in chicago? why is she not my friend already? and now she is. thank you, peter falk. many, many thanks.
i've spent my evening searching for somewhere for us to stay in las vegas this saturday night. i was reading reviews and looking at websites and oh my word, i love hotels.
over the course of our very long relationship and marraige, shawn & i have stayed in a LOT of hotels - good and bad. there was the hotel in venice with blood and bug splatters on the wall where people had killed mosquitos, the basic room in amsterdam with the lumpy bed, the hotel in vegas that smelled terrible, the hotel in a kind of sketchy neighborhood in paris that was under construction and noisy, the hotel room in wisconsin where we slept in a spaceship, the fancy hotel off bourbon street where we saw spike lee in the lobby, the inn in nantucket where i took the best nap of my life and countless roadside motels. and then there was the palace in verona overlooking a cemetery.
when we were stayed at due torri, it was during the fall, which is apparently a pretty slow time for tourists in verona. i think there was maybe one other guest. but when we checked out there was a sign in the lobby that read "benvenuti jean paul gaultier e amici." that's right. jean paul gaultier and his entourage were about to descend upon the palace. and we had a plane to catch in milan.
shana is a wearer of knee socks, lover of pie, horror movies and shiny things. she writes about horror and other things, makes pie and shiny things in portland, oregon, where she lives with her husband, shawn (aka shampton). she is the vintage jewelry and yoyo obsessed woman behind the cookoorikoo curtain. email me at firstname.lastname@example.org.