Another way to kill some time

Just a couple ways to waste time when you should actually be working, even though it is Saturday and you don't feel like it.



I found this on another blog and couldn't resist making one for our family.

This is also where I found the post on kittywigs, which is hilarious!

You can read more about their book and products here.

Here's to wasting time. I'm a firm believer in it!

Vintage movie posters... Love these!

I am sorting out the good from the bad among our possessions and came across these. I am hoping to sell them for a few dollars each at my upcoming moving sale (Nov. 7).

These are Swedish vintage movie posters (they are actually mounted on board) from the 1960's, probably considered racy at the time, although by today's standards they are laughable.

They are quite charming actually. So cool, I hate to part with them. But I must.

Any buyers out there? Five bucks a piece. Or best offer. (Click on each to enlarge!)


"Young desserter"


"White Slave Trade" (when boobs were really boobs)


Eva Bartok in "Call Madeleine" Love is my profession.


Francoise Arnoul in "White Slave Trade"


Narc police's secret agent


"The night person"

"Call Madeleine" Love is my profession


"Tank Attack"


"White Slave Trade"


"Narc police's secret agent"

A great purge, with more to come.

Very little in life gives me as much joy as getting rid of things.

The photo above is a testament to that. Inside what must be 20 heavy-duty garbage bags are old Christmas cards, files, old receipts and manuals for things we no longer even own, bookkeeping for my old company, work journals, calendars, etc etc etc.

I went through the basement and was vigilant. I didn't stop to reminisce or look at old Christmas cards. I did not pass go and I did not collect $200.

However, in spite of my haste, I found a few curious surprises that made me happy:

1. A letter from my sister Patti from 1991. Remember the days we used to communicate by letter?!! Love that!

2. A letter from Aunt Helen from the summer of 1992. In the letter, she complains of hot summer temperatures. She also wishes she could do my brother's laundry for him ("his shirts are never ironed," she laments). That made me smile. I must have inherited her laundry gene.

3. My maternal grandfather's birth certificate: Herbert Erikson Hellstrom, born on December 10, 1894, in Johnstown, Pennsylvania. I never knew him; he died way before I was born.

4. My birth/labor record from when Charlie was born. It all came back to me.

I saved all of the above.

They won't take up that much room.

We're gonna dig our new digs...

Signed and sealed. Here are our new digs. Mind you, we will move all the furniture out and move our stuff in. We think we will like the juxtaposition old carriage house with 50's modern. Plus our (we think) fabulous art.

So we have a lot of work ahead of us before we move in probably about the 5th of November. Mostly I need to clear out and clean out. My moving sale is probably first weekend of November! Unfortunately I will have to part with some of my greatest garage sale finds. And then some.

But it will be nice to have a lighter load. I mean that both literally and figuratively.

Do you like it?


master bedroom

master bedroom looking up

master bathroom

tiny office and storage (Ikea here we come!)


charlie's room

pantry

living room

steps upstairs


kitchen

dining room from kitchen

entryway

family room

family room from other side

Stinkbugs stink ... and other closeups

It is stinkbug "season" around these parts. In case you never saw them before they look like prehistoric bugs with suits of armor. They live in trees in the summer but when the weather turns cooler they start coming inside for shelter. Mostly we see them outside our windows looking for ways to get inside. A few, unfortunately, succeed.

When we moved from Sweden a few years ago I was shocked to see this completely new bug. The brown stinkbug comes from Asia and only started living in Pennsylvania, NJ, Delaware, Virginia, etc about ten years ago. But they love it here, I can vouch for that.

They are harmless, really, but they are a nuisance. The reason they are called stinkbugs is that when you crush them or vacuum them they emit a pungent, unpleasant odor. So the best remedy is to lightly pick them up with a tissue and flush them down the toilet.

Once the winter comes the ones you haven't gotten rid of go into a sort of hibernation state. They keep very still and hide on/in your things. For example, pick a pen out of your pencil holder and you accidentally have a stinkbug in your hand. Screech. Gag. Yuck.

Happily, they are not known to reproduce indoors.

Here is everything you want to know about the stinkbug.

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Anyway, as I was playing with my fake $15.00 macro, I took photos of things I love. It's hard to keep the focus on this cheapo lens, so sorry they are not so good. Can you guess what all of these are?

weird thoughts i am having

I'm in Charlotte, NC, heading to Augusta, Georgia. But only for tomorrow. I'm back home soon.

Travelling brings the weirdness out in people!

A quick horrible list, don't hate me!

Things you should not be able to do while travelling:

1. Put nasal spray up your nose so everyone can see you. It's gross. (i swear this lady was doing this in the airport! And not in some little corner, way out in the open!)

2. Change your seat if you are obese! An obese person changed his seat and sat in front of me. He made so much noise and put his seat back and it was gross.

3. Pull out your McDonald's food when you get on the plane. It's gross. It smells gross.

4. Wear really tight outfits (men and women). It is never fun to travel when you are wearing tight clothes and no one wants to see it. It's tight and weird. And gross.

Wish i had some photos to show this weird trip.

This is America.

I love it. But it's sometimes gross.

more later.

xx. to all my readers.

Help me, La Ronda

Sadness.

Sadness happened today, and I happened to witness it. La Ronda, a 90-year old estate designed by Addison Mizner, was demolished. This is a building I've been admiring from afar for a while, and even though activists and the historical society tried and tried and tried again, they could not save it.

I wonder what he's thinking, this current owner of this property. The one who applied to for permission from the township to tear down this amazing building and erect a McMansion.

What is he thinking? Will he sleep tonight?

I don't get it.

Sadness is in my heart for La Ronda.

In between

I haven't been blogging so much lately, sorry!

I am in a state of flux........

We are moving in six weeks and we have a lot of things to sort out.

We're in between seasons, in this strange weather pattern when it's chilly one day and super warm the next.

I don't know whether to dress in summer clothes or winter ones.

Also, I just finished my book and don't know what to read next.

I need to buckle down and make some decisions. Need to get organized! Need to plan our garage sale!

I have so much to do! HELP!


Classic sign of autumn, these berries that appear on the yew bushes. When we were little we'd pick these and have wars throwing them at each other. Ew.

A few of us went to see the movie The September Issue today (about Vogue's editor-in-chief Anna Wintour--loved it by the way). Some came in flip-flops -- others in boots!

P.S. Guess what!?? I met a girl this weekend who's going to teach me letterpressing!!!!!!

Rock entrepreneurs

This is the sign that Charlie (12) and our neighbor Jake (13) made on Sunday afternoon. Then they set up shop right outside Jay's driveway, close to the street, and started rockin´ and rollin´. They were there for about an hour. Guess what? They made $10 each. (But they cannot spell!!)


This was taken during their rendition of "Hey Jude," with Jake on the drums and Charlie on the lead guitar and vocals.

Need. This. Now.

I was just curious this morning about whether or not the new calendars were out for next year and sailed on over to my favorite Swedish paper shops. Gosh Golly, they are here, yay! Now I cannot stop thinking about them.

Must devise strategy for holding one within my hands asap. This is my first choice (a6!).

You can see all the colors and styles here on the Ordning & Reda site. And check out Bookbinders too.

Oh, how my heart hurts!

I love a 7th grader

This is Charlie about to go to wait for bus 078, due to pick him up at 7:37 this morning. He is a brand new 7th grader, wearing a Van Halen t-shirt, sort of already too small for him, since he painted it himself earlier this summer out of an oldish t-shirt. He was in good spirits. He did not give me permission to walk him to the busstop (I didn't expect he'd say yes, but I had to ask)...

How they grow, these little critters. It seems just like yesterday ... well you know the drill.

Mostly feet

Almost the end of summer. School starts next week and we return to routine. Nice, in a way. But I will sadly miss the serendipity of summer, when spontaneity reigns and anything can happen.

I have a million things to do and several parallel lists going. It doesn't seem to calm me.

Some feet photos from my adventures this summer. More photos to come!


A lovely dalmatian we met on "the Vinyood"


Tati and Marina: Martha's Vineyard


Franz, Ginger, Carlos: Avalon


Hello Kitty in the Sand: Martha's Vineyard


Ellen: Harriton House


A clever boy makes a new fad for Crocs: Harriton House


Jean, relaxed: Gladwyne


Franz, Ulf: Martha's Vineyard


Franz


My bad: Gladwyne


Me, Audrey: Avalon


Same as above!


Nina: Avalon


Me: Avalon


Misc: Avalon


Charlie: Martha's Vineyard


My remnants: Shakespeare festival, Delaware


Tris, Charlie: Martha's Vineyard


Ulf: Martha's Vineyard


Ferry Ride: Providence


Citizens and Police: Martha's Vineyard


Tris, Charlie, Me: Avalon


Charlie: Avalon


Tris: Martha's Vineyard


Unknown crab: Martha's Vineyard

Me: Martha's Vineyard

Grains, I'd like to learn more about thee!

I feel like cooking today. Have been browsing through recipes all morning and cannot decide what I want to make. Something sweet is always great but I'm trying to eat healthily after so much splurging. A compomise would be good: a healthy cake, does one exist? I read a muffin recipe calling for wheatberry, which I am pretty sure is not really a berry at all! I must learn more about grains and yummy ways to make them.

So here's a mental note to myself to (as soon as time permits) learn about (and cook with) more whole grains.

My study list so far:

quinoa
wheatberry
buckwheat
barley
bulgar
dinkel (is it called spelt in English?)
millet
lentils
etc.

Who wants to study with me?


This is a saad I made earlier this year featuring quinoa, apples, pecans and arugula. Yum.

Closing open leg pants

Ever since I got my open leg diaper pants from Cole (she bought them for me in Thailand) I have been wanting to make a pair. I call them diaper pants because you put them on kind of like you put on a diaper. They seemed so super easy. This was my big undertaking at our big sewing day the other day!

I used this cool 1960's plaid fabric in 100% polyester I found a while ago at a garage sale. When I began to cut the fabric, using the existing pants as a pattern, I realized I would not have enough fabric.

But I went on and made them anyway, and when I tried them on I was just revealing too much UPPER THIGH skin.

So I decided to stitch up the sides. It worked out fine. The give in the fabric means I could stitch up the sides almost all the way. I sewed the ribbon on the top of the fabric to use as ties, first in the back and then in the front.

It was a fun project but -- like all sewing projects -- was very time consuming. Still, I'm glad I did it. Other projects during the sewing day were pajama pants (Emma) and leggings (Tati). It was a productive day and I learned a lot. Tati taught me how to sew on a zipper (though I have not tried it yet).

Lucky rest in peace

I forgot to tell you weeks ago when I first blogged about Cathy & Andy's new puppy that their little beagle Max's name had been changed to Lucky. Everyone liked this name better.

I got some sad news today: Lucky died this past weekend of a freak accident. Lucky was special - he managed to charm the dickens out of everyone who met him. It seems strangely unlucky to die so young. But in Lucky's short life he was really loved. And any way you look at it -- heck, that is lucky.

Rest in peace little guy.