Monday, September 27, 2010

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.






Thursday, September 23, 2010

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

This is heavy.

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




Friday, September 17, 2010

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.

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Kitsch'n.

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?


Tuesday, September 14, 2010

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.

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

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...