THIS piece of art is super cool and very NYC looking.
I would like it.
So is THIS one. It tells a story.
Oooh! And Coney Island brings back Summer memories.
I love shopping for art. I have a lot of it but one can never have too many pieces of art, I guess. At least that's my working theory.
Monday, September 27, 2010
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Preparing to party.
My husband and I are having our housewarming party in 2 weeks (as we planned about 6 weeks in advance) and I'm starting to realize that even though we are MOSTLY unpacked, there is still crap everywhere that needs to be sorted. We have four perfectly good dining room chairs with slipcovers that have been trashed by our cats. So I have decided to sew new slipcovers and coordinating pillow case covers for the pillows on our couch in time to display them all at our party. We have a lot of white, gray, dark browns in our home and we want a "splash of color".
So I was shopping on Mood's website and found this garnet damask fabric that might work and I'm really excited about it.
I'm thinking simple slipcovers (I hope I can copy the ones we have now by dissecting them and recreating them exactly... ahem) and a couple of pillow cases that use some of this fabric in them as well. Our home is very modern looking and I like the idea of throwing in some vintage style fabric to offset the cool, sleek colors and lines of our furniture. I love cool and sleek, but I also like a bit of character and quirkiness. Luckily, my husband is really interested in the style of our home as well, so I always consult him and he also liked this fabric the best. Lucky me!
Now I'm off to clean and eat something and go to the nursery for a lemon tree and move more stuff into our storage space. SO. MUCH. STUFF. (And yes, we've weeded out like 5 times.)
Vamos!
So I was shopping on Mood's website and found this garnet damask fabric that might work and I'm really excited about it.
I'm thinking simple slipcovers (I hope I can copy the ones we have now by dissecting them and recreating them exactly... ahem) and a couple of pillow cases that use some of this fabric in them as well. Our home is very modern looking and I like the idea of throwing in some vintage style fabric to offset the cool, sleek colors and lines of our furniture. I love cool and sleek, but I also like a bit of character and quirkiness. Luckily, my husband is really interested in the style of our home as well, so I always consult him and he also liked this fabric the best. Lucky me!
Now I'm off to clean and eat something and go to the nursery for a lemon tree and move more stuff into our storage space. SO. MUCH. STUFF. (And yes, we've weeded out like 5 times.)
Vamos!
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Colonoscopy.
I just had my first. Fear not, all is well.
The prep for those is DISGUSTING. Drinking that shite was one of the least pleasant tasks of this year so far... it tastes AWFUL. I finally realized that putting ice cubes in the glass (you're supposed to drink one 8-oz glass every ten minutes until the fluid is gone) and interspersing with sips of ginger beer/ale really helps. I actually threw it up at first it was so gross.
Moving on, once I got through that and the frequent trips to the bathroom (sorry, but this is the deal), it was just suffering through a day and a half of no solid foods and then nothing at all until the procedure. Not even water. That was hard.
But I had heard that the drugs they give you as anesthesia rock. And BOY do they. You only get to feel it for about 60 seconds before you're under... so as the anesthesiologist said, "I injected a small amount of medication to flush out your vein... you're going to feel it in a few seconds" I lay back and monitored my body. Sure enough, a few seconds later the warmest, most relaxing feeling in the world spread up my whole body. I said, "Cool. I can see why people are heroin addicts." He said, "Yeah... I've actually never had this." I said, "Really? Is it an opiate?" (Stupid question - I was high, people.) He said, "No, it's __________ [a long technical name I could never hope to remember]." I said, "NOT that I care about drugs" and could feel my consciousness beginning to fade. He looked down at me and said, "Here you go..." and I passed out.
I woke up what seemed like a second later in another room still feeling drowsy and cozy and one of the nurses was standing over me saying, "Hi there. You awake?" I said, "Is it over?" and she said yes, it was. She said, "You talked a lot" and smiled. I said, "Oh god, what did I say?" and thankfully they couldn't understand me. Then she offered me Oreos and apple juice and I grinned... FOOD! She said, "I thought you'd like that."
They couldn't have been nicer there and my dr was cool and sweet and clear. So all in all, it could have been worse. But if you have to suffer through one - get a ton of apple juice, ginger ale and have ice on hand. It will help.
The prep for those is DISGUSTING. Drinking that shite was one of the least pleasant tasks of this year so far... it tastes AWFUL. I finally realized that putting ice cubes in the glass (you're supposed to drink one 8-oz glass every ten minutes until the fluid is gone) and interspersing with sips of ginger beer/ale really helps. I actually threw it up at first it was so gross.
Moving on, once I got through that and the frequent trips to the bathroom (sorry, but this is the deal), it was just suffering through a day and a half of no solid foods and then nothing at all until the procedure. Not even water. That was hard.
But I had heard that the drugs they give you as anesthesia rock. And BOY do they. You only get to feel it for about 60 seconds before you're under... so as the anesthesiologist said, "I injected a small amount of medication to flush out your vein... you're going to feel it in a few seconds" I lay back and monitored my body. Sure enough, a few seconds later the warmest, most relaxing feeling in the world spread up my whole body. I said, "Cool. I can see why people are heroin addicts." He said, "Yeah... I've actually never had this." I said, "Really? Is it an opiate?" (Stupid question - I was high, people.) He said, "No, it's __________ [a long technical name I could never hope to remember]." I said, "NOT that I care about drugs" and could feel my consciousness beginning to fade. He looked down at me and said, "Here you go..." and I passed out.
I woke up what seemed like a second later in another room still feeling drowsy and cozy and one of the nurses was standing over me saying, "Hi there. You awake?" I said, "Is it over?" and she said yes, it was. She said, "You talked a lot" and smiled. I said, "Oh god, what did I say?" and thankfully they couldn't understand me. Then she offered me Oreos and apple juice and I grinned... FOOD! She said, "I thought you'd like that."
They couldn't have been nicer there and my dr was cool and sweet and clear. So all in all, it could have been worse. But if you have to suffer through one - get a ton of apple juice, ginger ale and have ice on hand. It will help.
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