this blog is proof that i'm really trying to finish anything i start. ANYTHING. sigh. but i'm still powering through. so please at least be a tiny bit proud of me. after this, i go to my recipe blog and post some things since i haven't touched it since march. i suck at regularity.
can i tell you about it? because it was beautiful.
not only because the sun was shining for the first time in weeks. though that part was spectacular.
on friday, i had the day off.
we spent the morning laying around, watching movies, eating cereal, being generally lazy.
then i made the mistake of asking husbear to help me straighten up a bit. especially since it was mostly my stuff laying around, because while i clean often and fervently, i am a horrible horrible slob during the in-between times.
and it turns out, this has been bothering husbear. who, i might mention, is the second messiest person of all time. needless to say, a brawl ensued, just short of "taking this outside". some people might see this as a bad thing. it's important for you to know, dear reader, that husbear and i fight often. and loudly. and fiercely. but not unkindly or brutally. we are just both very convicted, passionate people with a lot to say. and, lucky for me (and him, APPARENTLY), i clean when i'm angry. so what started as just a quick pick-up-the-living-room twirl, our apartment was quickly sparkling clean. the whole things. every room. i even swept under the sofas, people. yeah. that clean.
and then we kissed and made up. because that's how we do.
and then we left to babysit sweet baby miles for the evening.
once he slept, we ordered pizza and watched movies, and it felt like all the nights i spent in high school babysitting for the kids in the neighborhood, except i get paid adult salary for the best job of my life. which i feel very very blessed for having.
saturday morning, husbear left to play a show at an outdoor music festival in the pennsylvania woods (he drums for a really beautiful folk set with haunting harmonies. i'm so proud of his contribution to such a group of talented fellows!) and wouldn't be back until sunday, so we packed them up into the van with all of their camping gear, and kate and i set off for BROOKLYN FLEA!
this place is heaven.
it is the most amazing flea market of my life, because there is no crap to sort through. no hidden treasures. EVERYTHING is a treasure. the miracle is having enough money to spend here.
i kept myself in check, however, as my last trip to brooklyn flea left my bank account curled up in the corner, bursting into tears every time i glanced in its direction. yeah.
but i did come away with a killer pair of vintage peep-toe heels in a beautiful dark teal color, a fabulous pair of jeans (which i tried on right there in the market, hiking them up under my sundress. they were straight of "sisterhood of the traveling pants", they were such a perfect fit.), a cute little ring, and a giant flower to clip into my hair, because flowers in my hair are sort of my "thing."
kate got a new bike (i had walked mine to the market, the full mile and a half, which was nothing compared to the riding we did later.) and we were off to ride 3 miles to the RENEGADE CRAFT FAIR!
on the way, my cell phone took a flying leap from my pocket and performed an olympic-wprthy floor routine down lorimer street. oops. i have managed to finagle some pieces back together to create a fully functioning electronic, but it is going to need to be replaced in the near future. sigh.
now, if i said the brooklyn flea was heaven, this place was the place you go if you died in heaven and went someplace better. if that makes sense. this place is like milk and cookies in heaven heaven. well, would be, if everything was free. which it is not. actually, everything is insanely expensive, because it's all handmade.
but man, it was just incredible.
i scored an adorable felted wallet, and kate and i went in search of the perfect friendship necklaces to remind us of one another when she moves to Akron in two weeks. (SOB!! I'M GOING TO FALL APART. but that's another entry all together, and for now, we are pretending it's not happening.)
we did indeed find the perfect necklaces. we were able to make our own at a cute little booth that sold every kind of charm imagineable.
so mine has a little bird, a tiny charm that says "laugh", and her initials- kb.
she then showed me up by spelling out my entire first name and my last initials, so hers says "kathryn vE". and none of her letters match, and it is darling.
sunburnt and broke, we departed for the 2 mile bike ride home (she lives on the floor below me. for now...).
once home we performed a quick transformation into cute outfits to bike to DUMBO (3.5 miles) to see a performance art piece at St. Anne's Warehouse (The Success of Failure (or the Failure of Success) with Cynthia Hopkins.)
It was unbelievable. Seriously. It was nothing I would have expected to see or love, but it was phenomenal, start to finish.
and it was free, because our dear friend Claire works in the box office and comped our seats. awesome.
and then, we biked 3.5 miles home.
we were sore, exhausted, burned, poor, and the happiest we've been in a long time.
i'm really going to miss her.
sunday came and brought with it my husbear, and we napped on the roof and ate homemade rice krispie treats and curled up on the couch for hours to watch episodes of True Blood and Breaking Bad. And that day was as successful, to me, as Saturday.
And I kept the house clean.
so let's see if the bed is made when i get home, as i requested. ;)