This kind of thing never gets tired

Looking at pictures of the crazy outfits of yesteryear, that is.



I guess it's not surprising that macrame never really returned as a trend. I tried to stir interest in the early aughts by purchasing a brown macrame vest with pom-pom ties. I thought I'd wear it with a red t-shirt and jeans and set an example of how you didn't have to look like you snatched a blanket from someone's country house guest room and potholders from the kitchen and made a skirt out of it to show a little acrylic yarn love. But alas. I only wore it once or twice and then threw it back into the thrift store juggernaut.

There's a lot to be said about these three, I know. But I'd like you to turn your focus to the woman on the far right. I mean will you just take a look at the smokin' hot woman on the far right. She makes me want to schedule a business meeting just so I can go to it looking as much like her as possible.



Lastly, the family. What the hell is going on with this family. I had a kind of dark vision: what would happen if a freaked out cat entered this picture? There's a lot to be said about these guys, too, I know, but I think it's best if I just be quiet now and leave you to your musings.

For the love of a good lake

My friend Dawn lent P and I her house upstate last weekend so we could swim in her local lake, eat like pigs, and pass out in her hammock. Fresh air is a real tonic, don't ya know.

So is swimming in a crystal-clear body of water full of little fish who will happily glide around you.

We also hung out at a winery, where P took this rather civilized-seeming photograph of me. You can't tell I'd just come from swimming in the lake and was trying to figure out how to convince P to stop at the lake again for another quick swim before we went back to the house for dinner, right? I just look like one of those smug bastards from the city who show up on holiday weekends and expect the locals to be excited to see me.

Dawn, I hope you know, you have an open forever invitation to take over my dilapidated apartment anytime you want to come breathe in the sooty air and experience the hobo-and-nut-filled streets of my grubby neighborhood. We're here for you with open arms!

They Live! They really do.

I saw THEY LIVE this weekend. Apparently it's a long-treasured, cult classic B movie, its 5-minute plus long fight scene (hilarious) highly youtube-able, wrestler Rowdy Roddy Piper in the lead (ok?), written and directed by the man who brought you Halloween, John Carpenter. Well, I didn't know any of this. I just knew P was hopping up and down from excitement when it arrived in the mail courtesy of Netflix. Do the smart thing and get your hands on a copy of it. Or just watch it right now here. (Crazy internet.) You won't be sorry. It's so brilliant. OK, it's not for everybody and I do get alarmingly hyperbolic about things I like sometimes. Whatever. It's still brilliant.

I'd like to be...under the sea

Spoonflower is a genius site where you can design fabric and sell it (they'll print and ship it). These cool seamonster threads are by a Virginian mosaic designer named Cean.

Of course I want to design my own fabric one day. Don't you?!