(yes, blogger. i thought i’d never go back, but what do i know?)
please excuse the quietness of late. my computer is being a bit of a wally, plonker, twit, prat, nitwit, pillock, eejit… go ahead and choose your favorite word. i’ve basically called my mac all of the above, plus more not-so-blog-friendly names, in the past few days. now that my iPhone is acting a bit batty, i think i can safely say that my apples are starting to rot. wah!
april 30, 2010. why do pretty old things have to be broken? i am in love with this vintage singer sewing machine, but it is cracked and falling apart on the other side. i had to take a picture, though. wouldn’t a room in this blue color be gorgeous? gah, i can’t wait to ditch apartment living and spend my weekends painting rooms the colors of vintage industrial machinery.
here are some vintage and thrifty finds that are making me particularly happy right now
highball glasses, tray, and pitcher :: estate sale
i love the tarnished silver. it reminds me of the art deco period and 1920s hollywood.
crystal decanters :: estate sale
i am in love with the starburst design on the right decanter.
small orange tray/bowl & orange and gold rimmed glasses :: local thrift store
orange and gold should always be together.
i don’t smoke, but this ashtray was a “if you buy everything else, i’ll throw in this ashtray…” deal :: estate sale
big. time. swoon. for this kodak brownie hawkeye camera :: estate sale
(and, yes, i am also quite besotted with my paint-by-number bird girl)
[i’ve finally gotten around to some good old fashioned organizing and, with that, i’m deleting my old blog, unsociable & taciturn. i thought i’d republish some of my favorite entries, which actually ended up including only two. sad.]
originally published june 5, 2007
if you can’t treat a cheerful tramp, what kind of tramp can you treat?
said the great karl pilkington. i was thinking about the phrase “my treat” and “i’m treating.” where did this come from? as a former linguist (short-lived, but interesting nonetheless), the origin of sayings is so fascinating to me. the english sometimes use the phrase for acts of charity, as in “i didn’t feel i should treat him, as he’d probably had a better day than me” (again, karl pilkington on not giving money to a homeless bloke). i’ll look it up tomorrow in the oford english dictionary at work and let you know – i know you can’t wait. don’t worry– it’ll be my treat. (gah, that was bad).
i still can hardly believe that i’m a librarian and say things like “i’ll look it up in the oxford english dictionary at work tomorrow.” what a nerd. i honestly never wanted to be a librarian, but it just kind of happened. but really, being a librarian is extremely powerful. if you think of information as a commodity, then i am a trained commodity broker. my commodity just happens to be information, which everybody needs, no? i know how to find what people need.
for example, i had a patron a few months ago who needed to know if her friend’s son was a boy or a girl (i kid you not). apparently, this poor kid, at the ripe old age of 15, had no hair anywhere, as this lady was quick to tell me. she said (in broken english): “he have no hair on head, on chest, down there. like you give directions to drive to house, give me directions to boy and to girl. i try to choose what is he.” so, how would you go about helping this poor lady? i asked her about the possibility of the kid being transgendered, or about being a hermaphrodite. i found some literature and showed her some pictures, etc. i think i scared her with these possibilities. she came back a few days later and spoke with another librarian and said something along the lines of: “when he look in the mirror, all he see is two balls.” librarians know how to find out about being transgendered and about being a hermaphrodite, but we sure as hell don’t know how to answer that. the ball, or balls in this case, were out of our court and the other librarian promptly suggested that the boy (girl? thing?) see a doctor immediately. this seriously happened. i’m telling you – the next great reality phenomenon should center around public libraries. there is some crazy stuff happening in suburbia.
originally published june 7, 2007
one flew out of the cuckoo’s nest… and into my library
so, i know you’re dying for a response from the ‘treat’ question i posed on my previous post. too damn bad. i did look it up, but it wasn’t as interesting as i thought it would be. the origin is english and it was used hundreds of years ago (think 1500s) and it basically meant the same thing it means now – to entertain somebody, usually with food or drink. okay, so you did get it out of me – tricky, tricky.
i thought you might be interested in some other anecdotes from libraryland, seeing as how i plan to push it as the next great reality show. how about this? the library is basically a quiet place. quiet enough that you can hear people cough. and you can hear crazy old ladies mimicking the coughs of other people. we have this one lady who comes in and sits at the computer. she doesn’t surf the internet or work on documents. she sits at the computer and bangs her mouse from one side of the keyboard to the other. she types, but there is no word processing document open. she just pounds away at the keyboard, apparently enraptured by the clicking sound of the keys. and she mimics coughs. if somebody across the room coughs, she will cough in the same manner almost immediately, except she does it louder and longer. she’s like a little mock-coughingbird that somehow lost her way from the cuckoo’s nest. poor old bird.
it was another deliciously foggy and gray day today and it’s making me feel very british. to boost that brit feeling, i’m drinking some piping hot lady grey tea compliments of my new electric kettle, which i absolutely adore. i got it from my dear friend as part of a very british christmas gift.
i also got a stash of yummy tea, chocolate hob nobs, and a yorkie. i’ll enjoy these this weekend as i curl up with one of my all-time favorite books. i’m reading circle of friends by maeve binchy for, like, the tenth time and it will always be good. i don’t think i’ve ever identified with any character in literature more than i identify with benny hogan.
maybe i’m feeling nostalgic for great britain because… i’m going again. in march. for my birthday. i took the plunge and bought my plane ticket a few days ago. i’ll be there for a week and plan to travel to paris on my actual birthday day. i’m going alone, which i really think will be one of the best things i can do for myself right now. in my assertiveness class, one of the suggestions for leading a more assertive life is to take a vacation alone. they suggested a few days and somewhere semi-local. london may not be semi-local, but it feels safe and comfortable to me, which is all that matters. i have already been daydreaming about what to do all day by myself. people-watching in trafalgar square, craft shopping in north london, hours wandering around the museums, strolling along the thames, taking hundreds (thousands?) of pictures. this will be the trip where i can finally document my love for the tube. to explain that love requires a separate post.
to round off this british post, here’s a groovy little song by a great scottish band. and yes, i know that scottish and british are not the same.
o little town of bethlehem by belle and sebastian. the best part of this song, for me, is the opening dialogue. the things a scottish accent does to me…
p.s. i know for a fact that i won’t be able to post again until sunday. just an fyi, for my own peace of mind really. it’s funny how you get attached to your blog…