What I Shelled Out for This Weekend
On my walk from Herald Square (hell) westward I ran into 2 of my morning phenomenon:
1. Half-block long sample sale line. Annoying in that it blocks off half the sidewalk and you don't see it's there until you're right up on top of the herd. Satisfying in that you're not them and never shall you wait for Tory Burch seasonal leftovers with bated breath. I have yet to capitalize on the fact that the sample sales are in a .5-10 block radius of my office. The only interesting one I saw advertised was the Delforte organic denim and I foolishly let that one pass me by.
2. The "Learn English" school smokers. They break as I come to work (tardy) nearly every day. At first I thought a satellite FIT class was in the area, as most were well-turned or at least only well-shod. It took me a little while to realize they were all coming from the sparsely-signed "Learn English" modern-facade school. Almost everyone is thin, 20 and smokes. Pros: people-watching, especially for clothes. Con: stenchy smokers wafting their sticky smoke-smell towards the rest of us.
This weekend was good, and I have a lot to update on my input/output of material items blog, ferr shurr. I have been keeping a "to-buy" list in my Blackberry notes for the items I would like for my apartment so I have been following that pretty closely when I see a stoop sale or venture towards a flea or a 'tacular. This is so I can keep focus when I am tempted by kitchshy donkey planters, baby lamp ceramic lamps and Flintstones '70s playsets. I went to the Caroll Gardens flea market with vintage chairs in mind.
A molded plastic side chair was #1 on my list of apt-items and I noticed there would be 2 vintage vendors at the flea.
So -this item was knocked down $125 from the price on the blog and I liked that it wasn't the same Eames that everyone and their brother has. (Which I also like but I felt like such a biter.) I wasn't looking for a rocker but I do like them and the cats will just need to learn where and where not to put their tails.
I am so excited about this chair. I seriously love it. However, I cannot get another piece of iconic furniture now as I have black Bertoia side chairs and an Eames rocker. If I have one more ubiquitous-design chair in my apartment, it's going to be an Apartment Therapy nightmare. (The Bertoias came at such a reasonable price and I paid very little for their repair thanks to a local contractor shop that they were basically a steal and came in at under $100/chair.)
I also got 2 bait cages/hermit crab cages to repurpose as plant protectors (my omnivorous cats!):
I was pretty excited about those - $4 total for both the ones I found (1 large black-rimmed at the flea and one small white/blue one at a stoop sale). The only drawback was the conversation I had to have about it with random fishing-dudes who heard a siren-call, thinking they had spotted the elusive loves-to-fish ladygal. I ended a conversation with, "I understand that's what it was made for but I will be using this for peace because I don't like to kill things. PLANTS WILL BE IN HERE." With emphatic gestures and final line.
Then I got this exact manual hand mixer for $12. I'd just read a few recipes (in my god-forbid-I-throw-away-magazines-without-pulling-out-every-recipe flurry) that called for a mixer and I don't have one and I don't want a honking mixer appliance, either. I don't currently cook that well or that often and that's just misleading. So! When I saw this mixer I though lo! I shall be eco-conscious, experimental, space-saving and it's cute to look at. No Kitchen Aid on my counter, promising things I cannot deliver. And I didn't even remember such a thing existed. After I got it home and was basking in my self-congratulatory glory about how unconventional and resourceful I was, I seemed to recall that my immersion blender had a mixer attachment, at which I scoffed "Like I'll ever use that!" upon discovering it in the box. I haven't gotten the nerve to validate that memory quite yet.
I also scored, for free, two little unfinished wood slatted plant stands. (They fold up, too! How urban!) So those are going in my hallway to prop up the Oneida-scarred prayer plant that's living out its days in exile. Oh, and also, for free, I got a new cute-patterned oven mitt from a stoop sale free box.
Then, essentially for free (as I had $130 credit at Beacon's Closet), I got 3 shirt or shirt-type pieces at BC. One of which I'm wearing today.
That was my Saturday. A lot of carrying things. And bagels with Earth Balance and a Naidre's West Coast sandwich and lemonade. My Sunday was composting and girlie day at the boat house/park and co-op shopping, pb cookies and lemonade from 2nd Helpings (S really sparked that lemonade fire in me) and tea at Red Horse. My nights were falling asleep on the boyfriend, who is going away for 2 weeks and I don't know how I'll possibly manage, ever. Who will I fall asleep on? Booo.
I found this when looking for hermit crab cage pictures!
IT'S A HERMIT CRAB IN A GLASS SHELL. COOLEST PICTURE EVER.
1. Half-block long sample sale line. Annoying in that it blocks off half the sidewalk and you don't see it's there until you're right up on top of the herd. Satisfying in that you're not them and never shall you wait for Tory Burch seasonal leftovers with bated breath. I have yet to capitalize on the fact that the sample sales are in a .5-10 block radius of my office. The only interesting one I saw advertised was the Delforte organic denim and I foolishly let that one pass me by.
2. The "Learn English" school smokers. They break as I come to work (tardy) nearly every day. At first I thought a satellite FIT class was in the area, as most were well-turned or at least only well-shod. It took me a little while to realize they were all coming from the sparsely-signed "Learn English" modern-facade school. Almost everyone is thin, 20 and smokes. Pros: people-watching, especially for clothes. Con: stenchy smokers wafting their sticky smoke-smell towards the rest of us.
This weekend was good, and I have a lot to update on my input/output of material items blog, ferr shurr. I have been keeping a "to-buy" list in my Blackberry notes for the items I would like for my apartment so I have been following that pretty closely when I see a stoop sale or venture towards a flea or a 'tacular. This is so I can keep focus when I am tempted by kitchshy donkey planters, baby lamp ceramic lamps and Flintstones '70s playsets. I went to the Caroll Gardens flea market with vintage chairs in mind.
A molded plastic side chair was #1 on my list of apt-items and I noticed there would be 2 vintage vendors at the flea.
So -this item was knocked down $125 from the price on the blog and I liked that it wasn't the same Eames that everyone and their brother has. (Which I also like but I felt like such a biter.) I wasn't looking for a rocker but I do like them and the cats will just need to learn where and where not to put their tails.
I am so excited about this chair. I seriously love it. However, I cannot get another piece of iconic furniture now as I have black Bertoia side chairs and an Eames rocker. If I have one more ubiquitous-design chair in my apartment, it's going to be an Apartment Therapy nightmare. (The Bertoias came at such a reasonable price and I paid very little for their repair thanks to a local contractor shop that they were basically a steal and came in at under $100/chair.)
I also got 2 bait cages/hermit crab cages to repurpose as plant protectors (my omnivorous cats!):
I was pretty excited about those - $4 total for both the ones I found (1 large black-rimmed at the flea and one small white/blue one at a stoop sale). The only drawback was the conversation I had to have about it with random fishing-dudes who heard a siren-call, thinking they had spotted the elusive loves-to-fish ladygal. I ended a conversation with, "I understand that's what it was made for but I will be using this for peace because I don't like to kill things. PLANTS WILL BE IN HERE." With emphatic gestures and final line.
Then I got this exact manual hand mixer for $12. I'd just read a few recipes (in my god-forbid-I-throw-away-magazines-without-pulling-out-every-recipe flurry) that called for a mixer and I don't have one and I don't want a honking mixer appliance, either. I don't currently cook that well or that often and that's just misleading. So! When I saw this mixer I though lo! I shall be eco-conscious, experimental, space-saving and it's cute to look at. No Kitchen Aid on my counter, promising things I cannot deliver. And I didn't even remember such a thing existed. After I got it home and was basking in my self-congratulatory glory about how unconventional and resourceful I was, I seemed to recall that my immersion blender had a mixer attachment, at which I scoffed "Like I'll ever use that!" upon discovering it in the box. I haven't gotten the nerve to validate that memory quite yet.
I also scored, for free, two little unfinished wood slatted plant stands. (They fold up, too! How urban!) So those are going in my hallway to prop up the Oneida-scarred prayer plant that's living out its days in exile. Oh, and also, for free, I got a new cute-patterned oven mitt from a stoop sale free box.
Then, essentially for free (as I had $130 credit at Beacon's Closet), I got 3 shirt or shirt-type pieces at BC. One of which I'm wearing today.
That was my Saturday. A lot of carrying things. And bagels with Earth Balance and a Naidre's West Coast sandwich and lemonade. My Sunday was composting and girlie day at the boat house/park and co-op shopping, pb cookies and lemonade from 2nd Helpings (S really sparked that lemonade fire in me) and tea at Red Horse. My nights were falling asleep on the boyfriend, who is going away for 2 weeks and I don't know how I'll possibly manage, ever. Who will I fall asleep on? Booo.
I found this when looking for hermit crab cage pictures!
IT'S A HERMIT CRAB IN A GLASS SHELL. COOLEST PICTURE EVER.