Thursday, March 29, 2007

The Emily Chair : Day 42

Four weeks he said. Then he started saying one more week... Just one more... Next week for sure...Now I'm wondering if I'll ever see my beloved Emily chair again. Sniff.

Maybe this will teach me not to cling to material possessions, to be more spiritual, to get my priorities straight; to be more patient, more understanding, less controlling.

Nah. I'm pissed.

I could bite somebody's nose off.

Monday, March 26, 2007

Dude of the Day

Karrie brought this guy to work yesterday. I think his feet are made of orange Jello.

Saturday, March 24, 2007

FO, Dog and Bowls

Another Orphan sweater is done. The colors may seem a bit random; this was actually a color study for a green-themed project to be started any minute now. The attendant bowls are recent acquisitions. The larger ceramic one was the last thing I saw in a second-hand shop down the street. It was in the bargain room at the very back. The owner was surprised to see it, and disappointed that his wife had marked it down to ten bucks. It's not a McCoy, but I like it. The smaller one is a cheap, non-sterling-plated find at the Cary St. thrift store. The classic shape caught my eye. Ninety-nine cents.
Cracker misses the Emily chair. The hyacinths are happy just to be alive.

Sunday, March 18, 2007

The Emily Chair

Emily used to be my next-door neighbor. When she got married and started a family, the house was too small, so she lives across town now, and we can't run in and out of each other's houses like we used to. No more phone alerts when she's locked her husband out of the house in his underwear.

Before they moved, Emily offered to sell me this chair. Very cheaply, I might add. I snatched that sucker right up. This is the best chair in the world. It's huge. My keys, if you can find them, are on the arm on the left of the photo. You can curl up and sleep in it. You can semi-recline, sitting sideways with your legs over the other arm. It gives me great comfort.

The dogs like it too, and what with one thing and another, it came to pass that the Emily Chair needed a makeover. I went to the upholstery fabric store, feeling a bit out of place in my scrubs among the well-dressed, expensively-coiffed, carefully madeup ladies whom, ( I suspect in my reverse snobbery ) to be redecorating their living rooms because they are bored with last season's color schemes. I wanted something sturdy that wouldn't show dirt. There were a lot of interesting choices - at least five different patterns included monkeys - but everything was either too sober or too delicate, until I saw the fabric that was born for the Emily chair. I laughed out loud. The salesman stifled his alarm. I can't show a photo because I've lost the swatch, and the upholstery guy they recommended is still working on the chair. He said it might take four weeks; it's been four weeks, three days and several hours. I really really want my Emily Chair back.


Monday, March 12, 2007

Home Sick

I've been home all weekend with that gawd-awful stomach virus. As I slowly regained awareness of my surroundings, I wished for some slight diversion. The dogs are good for sympathy and keeping my feet warm, but not much else. Something soothing and amusing on TV was called for, but everything is stupid and/or violent. So I remembered some secondhand VHS movies I'd bought sometime ago, and put aside for just this situation.

Bend It Like Beckham is a charming movie. No bad guys. Nobody dies. When tension starts to build, Juliet Stevenson says something outrageously silly, like " Get your lesbian feet out of my shoes! " ( She's an all-time favorite; my last Netflix cd was an old mini-series of hers, The Polititian's Wife. )The ending is tidy and satisfying. Just The Thing. If I can figure out how to put a photo up, I will.

Time for another nap.

Sunday, March 11, 2007

We Have a Winnah!

The Yarn Lounge had a drawing to thank folks for contributing to Cate's afghans for Afghans effort. I won a gift card from them, and immediately cashed it in. Green is the color of the month (come on spring). I don't know how that glorious purple got into the bag.

Friday, March 02, 2007

Eye Candy Friday

In London, you can take a tour of the formerly grand hotel attached to the old St. Pancras train station. It's heyday was in the 1880's and 90's if I remember rightly from the guide. Huge, rambling, and dusty. Some areas have been used for scenes in Harry Potter films, among others. Very Hogwartian feeling, though I haven't recognized anything specifically.

The entrance hall has murals of the Industries, and this is the best shot I could get of Spinning.