Wednesday, January 30, 2008

thrift finds

Today is 50% off (most colors) at Salvation Army as well as some complicated 3 for 1 deal at American Family Services (this one never seems to work out in my favor). Either way, wednesday is naturally a great day to shop. Being low on funds and apartment storage made it even more of a vice.
I found everything I want in a coffee table in this sleek, wooden (slightly dilapidated), gray, paint-spattered piece. I didn't hesitate shelling out 15 bucks.


Also, a dress for dates (also bought the dress's purple and red sister, both $3.93)



And a Grandma cardigan! Woot! Can't have too many!

(don't get too excited, that bitch stinks and needs to go to the dry cleaners).

Two things occured to me whilst blissfully shopping:
1. Often during trips like these I'll find an interesting piece... a dress covered in pleats, say, or a bright blue bolero...and though I'm intrigued and want to wear them I put them back because the thought "Someone crazy wore this" flashes through my head.

2. I don't ever find anything to wear in urban outfitters anymore. I don't want to dress like a break-dancer, or a coked up ho, so I usually leave empty-handed. The good thing about this is- fashion and hipsters have moved on! They are leaving me my good old grandma cardigans, and fifties housewives dresses. They don't want old western shirts or wooly skirts anymore. My thrift stores may be picked over, but not for the things I'm shopping for. And for that, Urban, I give you my thanks.

Monday, January 28, 2008

and it never goes away

funny how...
newly coifed hair
shiny red fingernails
bright red cardigan
kitten heels and
demure perfume
can't stop me from feeling like a ragamuffin.

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

slides, part one


last time I was in Kentucky, I gathered a bunch of slides that I wanted to have printed... funnily, my parents switched to film strips when I was born so I am not in any of them.
That's not bothering me cause I can't get enough of pictures of my mom and dad when they were young.
I'll post more soon.

Thursday, January 10, 2008

typo.

trying typing "organic" 20+ times a day, everyday, for a year.
I'll wait.

finished?
Now try typing "orange"

sucks, doesn't it.

directions

lehigh street turns into chestnut street.
and you'll find yourself driving through a quaint little town filled with coffee shops and family owned hardware stores,
this is emmaus.
eventually you'll be exiting the charming portion and entering the "other side of the tracks".
here the shops sell odd items like dreamcatchers and spiritual crystals.
you will see 6th street, 7th, 8th,...
when you get to 10th street, and also pizza hut, make a left.
go under the railroad bridge, straight through the stop sign and park on the other side of the large building on the right
this means
drive past the building and park
don't park on the left
visitors get nice parking.

Friday, January 4, 2008

stoplight

I pull up slowly.
An old volvo station wagon rests in the turning lane, several feet ahead.
An earth worn bike is strapped to the back,
and the winds spins the front tire like a pinwheel.
The windows are crowded with stacks of clothing, backpacks, towels.
A potted plant fills the passengers seat.
I can't see the driver, only a bit of her profile.
I wonder where she is headed but the bike covers her license plate; I can't even see if she's just passing through.
I'm drawn back to the movement of the wheel.
I check my rearview, the man behind me is watching, and the man behind the volvo is watching too.
We are all hypnotized by the spinning tire.
Too soon, the light turns green.