Redecorating.

guh-DAMMIT, downstairs neighbor! Are you Rearranging Furniture at this late hour??? Seriously? I mean, with the MOANING, and the CLATTERING??? Must this be done right now???
Trust me, I know you've had questionable judgement before - I've seen you on rollerblades! - but now is NOT the time to relocate the armoire.
Eesh, that did NOT sound good. Did you sprain something? That sounded inhuman - like a dying animal! You should probably get to a doctor, post-haste.
Tell your lady friend I say "hey."

is my copilot.

If you're reading this blog, you most definitely know me, and you also must acknowledge that I'm nothing if not sporadic. Case in point: this blog.
But! What I lack in consistency, I make up for in...



DOG PICTURES!!!!!11

AIRPLANE EARS!!! Meet Emily (don't you love it when dogs have human names??) She's at the North Shore Animal League, the world's largest no-kill animal shelter (says so on the site!). Go do yourself, the world, and me a favor and adopt her or one of her cellmates. Be warned - I will stalk you and your newly adopted friend.
And don't forget:

Older gals, like Penny here, need homes, too. Couldn't you use a classy, older dame in your home, keeping you in line?
To find shelters in your area (rescue dogs are the ONLY dogs!), go to Petfinder.com

On my honor, I will try

Like many young girls, I was Brownie. No, not a chocolately confection, silly, but a Girl Scout in training, dressed like a short, skinny cafe latte and armed to the teeth with a sashful of badges. It was a blissful time. My mother was the troop leader. We whittled sticks together. No one cared that we had to say "God" in the pledge. We learned about wildlife. Thin mints.
Imagine my joyous nostalgia, then, when I spied the following at the Chelsea Flea Market:

The Brownie Handbook instructs that the pin remain inverted until the scout performs her Good Deed of the Day. Once her civic duty is completed, the Brownie may reattach the pin right-side up to indicate that her title is well deserved.
It also makes for a nifty accessory.
For two dollars, you can't beat that with a whittled stick.
New pins available online at GirlScouts.Org

Boys make passes at girls who have glasses

Few things excite a lady like stemware. I don't know - I've heard rumors about diamonds (OMG!), but nothing really compares to the unique delight of buying some fragile, sparkly glasses. Candy!*

Rigi glass from Bodum, $15
Because vintage stemware is so ridiculously expensive here in NY (dicks), I was agog over the new stemware choices for the season compiled by New York magazine. A lot of vintage flair, and most without the retro-tarded price tag.
Designgasm! Go buy four or forty. You never know when a rabid pack of thirsty aesthetes might drop in...
*DO NOT EAT

confession

As an ambivalent agnostic (that is, ambivalent even about my own agnosticism), I usually have no interest in confessing my sins, as I tend to regard sinning as wholly subjective.

That said, I feel kind of bad about berating that old lady tonight.

But she was totally asking for it. Nasty old coot.

My return from noblogsland.

Wowee zowee, what a year. I moved across a country and began my indentured servitude in Corporateworld (tm), thus abandoning all artistic/extracurricular pursuits in favor of being a responsible adult.
It turns out, there's no such thing!
So I'm back to blogging. In 2008, I vow to increase blogtivity, amuse and delight (myself), and most importantly, include more photos of dogs.
Tail wags!
Jess