I just reread the post of my first Christmas last year, and I'm really pleased with myself. In November, I made complicated and cool paw-shaped stockings with white stuffed animal fur trim (a dragon, a purple kangaroo, and a tiger, pretty self-evident who got which). It was like two weeks of embroidery, cursing, and doing my very first linings, ( Read more... )

There's a lightness to today that has no clear source. Maybe Coyote and I are just hella excited for our special date tomorrow. We're attending a most extraordinary pop-up dinner ( Read more... )

It's taken a lot of configurin', but at last we have a working record player. So worth it, to finally be able to listen to the two record collections that I inherited recently. I'm catching up on the music I should've been listening to as a warmup to The Lillith Fair: Judy Collins, Joan Baez, Joni Mitchell. The generation between Eartha Kitt, ( Read more... )

Does anybody want to see the Indigo Girls with me? They're playing Saturday, November 6th at The Strand in Providence. Tickets are $25 apiece plus whatever taxes and stuff. Assume $30, I guess. I took Coyote the last time I saw them, but I guess he's intimidated about being one of the only straight bois in a delighted sea of fierce womyn. If ( Read more... )

My husband quite literally shoved me out of the living room, so instead of playing a pretty phoenix, I'm banished to the internet. The horror ( Read more... )

Evidently, I'm not offline quite yet. OK- but I still plan to spend most of today offline. So I'll make a quick stab at that band meme.

eels
enya
tism
mc 900 foot jesus
eminem
weird al yankovic
indigo girls
thompson, chris & meredith
hallucinogen
three eleven
one of us
amos, tori
sarah mclachlan
they might be giants ( Read more... )

( Happy Things )

I've been putting my bithday on the downlow this year. I have plans, and I actually don't want to force my friends to try to put me at the center of those plans. But since both the party-hosts for tomorrow's parties don't/can't read LJ, and I trust the party-attendees to keep my secret: fuck it ( Read more... )

This job is cool, but I don't want to talk about it right now. I'm tired. I like the bike ride but it's been awhile since I've done so much. This is not going to be a high-power entry. I just feel like writing a Present Wish List, since it's that time of year ( Read more... )

The small dinner party ended up smaller than expected, but it went swimmingly. The only slight disappointment was some aged butter, which prevented my wild mushroom sauce from being sublime. It was merely very good, but Julius' complexly-flavoured Portugeuse Steaks (topped with prosciutto), simple salad, and the fresh flute of French bread from ( Read more... )