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April 7, 2009

i just added two more kimono patch tops and one kimono compound dress to the etsy shop. apologies to anyone who is interested in the kimono patch top in a larger (or smaller?) size–all three that are currently available are small/mediums. more sizes are on the list! the list is long though.

yesterday i received a new batch of pretty liberty prints: two twills and another jersey. what will i do with that twill?? i also received my elastic order and lo and behold, it was horrible. like, it would stretch out, but it didn’t snap back! i emailed the company and they refunded my account and told me to trash the stuff, so it’s ok. i was worried, not having ordered from this place before, that it would be difficult. but now i need to go back into the garment district and talk to someone about ordering me more of the stuff i’ve been using, which was out last time i went for it. have i mentioned my dislike for the garment district before? it’s not my favorite place. but! i will find that loopy elastic i love so dearly. it will be done.

but first, i’m going to get dressed and go out for lunch.
this whole working from home thing is awesome, don’t get me wrong, but it can be lonely business. especially now that we don’t live where the rest of our friends live. when we first moved to new york i was completely overwhelmed by williamsburg and greenpoint, always feeling on display with all of the cute younguns strolling around, but you get used to those pretty kids and now i miss them! sure they may be quietly assessing your appearance, but at least they keep it to themselves. the new neighborhood, not so much. i mean, sure, i’ve received nothing but “complimentary” assessment, but it isn’t at all welcome. yes, i have a rear end. yes, i’m pregnant. and a woman! wonder of wonders.

may you have a quiet, assessment-free day!

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March 3, 2009

restless!

yesterday i went out into the snow to mail some things and buy a few groceries at Rotten Food Smell Corp. (aka Associated). when i came back, frozen and day dreaming about making some nice, hot soup for dinner, i couldn’t get the front door to our building open! the night before i had had a horrible time getting my key to turn in the lock, but had forgotten about that and in the mean time, apparently the problem had gotten worse. so yesterday i stood outside on the stoop trying for 25 minutes to get in and Finally! it worked. the thing is, i didn’t do anything different that particular time than during the 10,000 other times i’d tried. the lock just decided to give way.

then ian had the same problem (but got it open faster) when he came home. then around 10:30 our across the hall neighbor buzzed us because he was out there on the stoop. sheesh! this building! if the front door’s not propped open for all to enter, the lock’s busted so even those who live here can’t get in!

naturally i am now feeling quite trapped here and though i have things to do, i want out! so perhaps a small city adventure is in order. right after i call the management company Again. sometimes i daydream about being a landlord and being the best damned landlord the world has ever known.

February 6, 2009

hello!
it is friday and i am at the lovely sodafine and so, yes! a brief chance to catch up on emails and blog-reading! hooray!

unless cablevision is really the worst, most disorganized company on earth, we will have our very own slice of the internet installed in our new apartment tomorrow and we can get back to business.

the first order of that business will be to list three kathryn dresses that i am going to pick up from a shop that didn’t sell them. and guess what! i’m going to put them on SALE. it’s true! they’re the last of their kind and they’ll be available for 50% off. i can’t remember exactly, but i think that there is one in each size, small, medium and large. a heads up! if all goes well, they should be in my sadly neglected etsy shop late tomorrow night or sunday morning.

but enough of that. here is a story from our new home:

last week, i believe it was thursday, i was unpacking and organizing the kitchen when i took a little break to gaze out the window that opens onto the fire escape. i imagined a little herb garden, or at least some lavender, growing out there in pots and felt very comforted by the image i conjured up of an open window, some light curtains fluttering in the breeze and the scent of lavender wafting in. but! suddenly a little cat entered my vision and walked straight into our apartment and i realized that we should maybe get a screen for the window to deter uninvited (but cute!) guests. then of course i snapped out of it and realized that it was unlikely that a cat would be hanging out on the fire escape. and i got back to work.

later that evening i met ian in greenpoint for dinner before picking up the ziptruck that we’d reserved to move the last of our things from manhattan avenue. we packed up and drove over to bushwick, marvelling at how close it really is when you take the direct route (and not the one suggested by google maps, which is not as smart as one might assume.) we parked in front of our new building and began unloading the last of our stuff (too much stuff!), propping open the two front doors to speed the work.

after a few runs up and down the stairs, i was coming back into the building with another box, quite out of breath, when what to my wondering (and sleepy) eyes should appear, but a little black and white kitty walking into the downstairs hallway from outside! oh he was sweet, but could not stay, so we ushered him gently back out the front door and continued our back and forth march. a few minutes later, i was going back up the stairs to our apartment when i said to ian, “i’ll bet the kitty’s in the kitchen.”

i huffed and puffed my way up, deciding on the way that this was my last round. i walked into the kitchen and lo! a little black and white kitty was winding his way around the table and chair legs, purring away and looking quite at home. the kitty from my daydream! but. i am allergic. and ian said we can’t have a baby *and* a kitty, so he scooped him up and carried him back down the stairs. apparently the little cat purred the whole way to the door, where ian set him down and bid him farewell. poor little guy! he was so sweet though and not at all skittish, so we think he may just be one of the neighborhood gang who hangs out in the backyard mewing the day away and (hopefully) keeping the neighborhood rats in their place.

and that is Magical Tales from Bushwick, installment number one!

January 23, 2009

on monday i was lounging about (not packing), catching up on heroes and idly watching the giant snowflakes out my window when i heard a THWUMP! sound outside. one of the sushi chefs from downstairs was throwing snowballs at the wall. then! he decided to make a snowsomething!

i felt a bit guilty because i think he stopped when he realized i was taping him.
but then i reminded myself of the innumerable times they’ve ruined my precious sleep with pounding, shouting, smoking and all-night cleaning sessions with air polluting generator-run power washers and i decided it wasn’t so bad that i interrupted his play. take that sushi man! still, it was pretty sweet a sight.

and now! now we move. fare thee well internet. i shall likely not have access to you again (after tonight) until thursday when the cables are installed in our new place. but it is ok! there is much to do. and i am happy and content enough having just heard that reassuring little wubwubwub sound at my midwife appointment. hooray!

have a good weekend!

EDIT: technical difficulties! i think the video should work….now

January 18, 2009

i am the world’s worst blogger!
sorry for the few-and -far-betweens. i knew january was going to be chaotic, but this is getting to be ridiculous!

we spent all day yesterday packing and made a quick(ish) trip out to the new place to tidy up some unfortunate messes (moldy freezer, i’m looking at you) and order a security gate for the fire escape window, all with the intention of moving most of our things today (everything but the bed and dressers; no internet in the new place yet and we can’t sleep without it, right?) but this morning we awoke to snow. snow! it’s not much, but enough to deter us, given that we’ve rented a 12′ truck (driving a car in snow is one thing, but a moving truck?) and have only one last minute friend helping out. poor planning on our part.

so! next saturday! that gives us a week to get the internet thing figured out, install the gate once it’s ready and put some deadbolts in the doors. i’m not sure if it’s just us or if nyc apartments normally tend to come without proper locks or windows. anyone else have this problem? ah well. nothing we can’t fix.

ok! just a little update. also, sixteen weeks today! the above photo is from yesterday. i think i look much bigger than other ladies at this stage. i swear there’s only one stowaway in there! i hope…

January 6, 2009

ripslikchik
i have known for a while that the day would come. it was always more a question of when than how, though. and the how, i have got to say, has me completely baffled.

when i imagined it happening, worried about it on the train ride home from work, it would always be gone. just gone. not on the post i locked it to. not on the fence around the tree on driggs. all of the other bikes would remain, but mine would be gone because mine, obviously, was the best. and my reaction, i always knew, would be a complete and utter meltdown. i would fall into a lump on the sidewalk and cry like a baby.

but it didn’t happen like that at all.

on saturday we moved a bunch of boxes of books, some bookshelves and our ikea “couch” over to the new apartment in bushwick. i won’t recount all of the disappointing details of that trip, but suffice it to say that we were slightly less enthused about our move that we had been and since then, i’ve been researching window gates and deadbolts, worrying about the recent wave of break-ins i’ve read about taking place one block over from our new home. i’ve woken up at 4:30 a few times and worried about these things until the alarm went off at 8.

see, i’ve never had anything of value taken from me before. a car stereo once, but as much as i enjoyed that, it didn’t have any real meaning to me. it wasn’t a part of who i am, you know? so the thought of anything being stolen, even so much as a book, was very painful and frightening. but! i am happy to report that i’m less worried than before.

last night my beloved bicycle, pictured above, was stolen from our greenpoint apartment building, most likely while we were up here enjoying our pizza and worrying about bushwick and security gates and deadbolts. i kept it in the downstairs hallway, right in front of our neighbor’s bike (also stolen) and completely safe and secure (or so i thought) behind two locked doors. there was no sign of forced entry. no broken locks. just two missing bikes and two closed and locked doors greeted us this morning.

i called the police and two sweet officers came and told me that they were very sorry (and even winced in sympathy when i told them what *kind* of bike it was, a 1977 schwinn stingray slik chik, green with a white and silver banana seat and green sparkly handles) but there was nothing to be done. i had no insurance on the bike and they don’t investigate stolen bicycles. it happens all the time, you see.

i thanked them for their time and walked to the train, calling my mom to rant about it on the way. she was sympathetic and calming and i felt better after hanging up. i waited on the platform, then got on the train, and then proceeded to cry like a little baby on the crowded train from bedford avenue to my transfer at union square.

one of the things i like best about new york city is the ability to cry in public without being bothered by “concerned” others. it’s like an understanding that we have: sometimes you just need to cry and somehow the easiest place to do that is on a crowded train on your way to work. it’s like hitting a reset button for your emotions, sort of. anyway, by the time i ended my journey at prince street, i was almost chipper. and very late.

i’m less concerned about having things taken from me now, because things are just things, no matter how much you love them. and i came home tonight to ian bubbling over with excitement for his show on saturday in dc (more details soon!) and some delicious-smelling pasta sauce bubbling away on the stove. there was a sweet email waiting for me from one of my best friends ever and last night i got a call all the way from bolivia from another best friend. i already have everything i really need and i’m the luckiest damned girl in the world.

but still, if i see the fucker who stole my bike, his ass is grass.

September 5, 2008

never before moving to new york have i encountered so “hipster” hate. (EDIT: links removed. discussion ended.)

my question is, who are these hipsters? i can’t help but wonder if they’re talking about me.

i know people who wear big sunglasses and i know people who wear skinny jeans. sometimes i wear skinny jeans *and* big sunglasses and i am definitely known to wear moccasins and have a liberal idealogy. also, i like music and sometimes i like art and i would like to not work a “mainstream” job, but would prefer to work for myself doing something creative that i enjoy. and i live in greenpoint brooklyn. by almost all accounts, i am a hipster who hangs out with a bunch of hipsters. but i don’t believe that my life or way of thinking or dressing is any less “authentic” or real than anyone else’s. and i don’t believe that i am constantly chasing the next big thing or cool place to hang out. in fact, i stay home a lot, am not particularly loud when i *do* go out and perhaps most importantly, i don’t have any money. or an iphone. why is everyone so certain that people who wear skinny jeans are loaded?? and why is it ok to hate people who do have money?

honestly, i don’t really care whether or not my neighbors think i’m a hipster who should be run over or knifed for dressing a certain way or riding a vintage kids’ bike. at least, i don’t really care so long as they continue to not actually attempt to get to know me. if you decide to, you can believe that everyone sucks based on whether or not you like their clothes or where you think they’re from or any other nonsense you invent. if hating is your thing, have at it. but at least be honest in it and don’t try to enshroud your true feelings in a veneer of caring or obvious advice. it’s insincere, which seems counter to the hipster-haters’ own fetishization of the authentic.

it makes me uncomfortable to think that by writing this, i’m just adding to a truly tired discussion about what amounts to a bunch of nothing. and so, on that note:

happy friday!

UPDATE: this is actually kind of funny. AND i have to say that it might be very entertaining to check out the mr. and miss williamsburg pageant tonight. g? k? e? b? n e 1?

tedium! delirium! …yum?

March 6, 2008

oh! but how boring it must be to read only of my technological shortcomings and misfortunes!
well here, it has been righted. the blog! she exists! thank you so much to jenny and tom for righting my wrongs and charting my course. ahh. all is well.

if you’ve managed to find me here, please note the new address and update your links. for no longer shall these words reside at dearbirthday.com/blog. at least not for now. apologies for not making note of this on the old blog before burning it to the ground. i was just eager to start fresh, you see. i’m sure this is not on par with the new blogging professionalism i’ve been aspiring to, but it is, at least, true to form; a little impulsiveness never….hurt…nevermind.

well i’m sure my blogging trials and tribulations have been an utter bore to read about! here, may i offer you some beets for your troubles?

i spent the day working on a shirt for a friend’s husband (who is also a friend) and will have images of that as well as a sneak peek from the next update batch tomorrow after a run to the dreaded garment district for buttons. i’m over it, by the way, the garment district. if i’m going to take two trains to get anywhere, i’d like to at least be able to find what i’m looking for! ian says that i’m missing out on the charm of new york, always having a list. but you know, sometimes you just want fusible interfacing! is that too much to ask? i think not.

i digress. goodnight!