Last days of summer.

I love going to baseball games. I do. However, when the Cubs end up losing 13-0, the game becomes less about appreciating athletic prowess and more about how many mai tais and pints of liquid cheese I can consume. I can get behind any sporting endeavor that involves the massive intake of junk food.

This is heavy.

As everyone knows, no household is complete without a working flux capacitor. Anna has kindly taken care of that for us.

Splish splash.

My old beloved galoshes are wearing out -- how will I hop through puddles? Solution: these are perfect! Well, if I can figure out the metric system.


I was taking a few photos of my apartment to show a faraway friend and realized that I could show it to all of my faraway friends in one fell swoop. I share a little old brownstone with two lovely roommates, Julia and Anna, and it has high ceilings and wood floors perfect for sliding on. We affectionately refer to our style as "post-modern carnival", due to our penchant for collecting colorful, and only occasionally useful, objects. Every time that I open a drawer or cupboard, there's something new and silly. Let's start with the kitchen, shall we?

Tight spot.

I'm not much for jewelry -- if I need to punch up a boring outfit or a terribly grey day, I tend to add a pair of ridiculous tights. The cooler weather had me pulling out my collection this weekend, and I realized that I may have a problem. Just a [small] sampling:

And let's not even get started on the box of knee socks.

Get lost.

I have realized that my desire to visit several major cities is not based off my need to experience the cultures or food or landscapes. I just want to get lost in a few museums. Nerrrrrd.

The Geomineral Museum in Madrid:

via cuellar

Or maybe the Natural History Museum in Paris:

Or my favorite, the Pitt Rivers Museum in Oxford:

via pikaluk

If I decided to plan a "From the Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler" style adventure, this is where I'd place it. Actually,  I don't have much going on at the moment. Time to draw up some specifics...

A Vida Portuguesa

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