January 29th, 2010

Ah, yes, scale, we meet again. A branch of the gym I belong to, but rarely go to based on its distance from everything I do, just opened up an 5 minute walk away from my house. I'll probably find myself here on a more regular basis now. Everytime I pass a scale, the "enquiring mind" within me screams for me to step on it-- just to see! Better today? I won't let myself, but I definitely give it a good, half-longing, half-hating stare each time I pass it.

--Elissa.

January 28th, 2010

My dad got us a giant, antique stained glass window featuring a peacock on an island with some boats in the background. I feel like "Dinghy & Sloop" would be a good name for a teenage-targeted apparel brand. It would be like a nautical Abercrombie & Fitch; whose staples would be striped Riviera shirts and boat shoes with a helm's wheel for their logo. Hot.

--Elissa.

January 27, 2010

Painting the office shouldn't be that big of a deal, but I worked on it all day long, and still couldn't finish. I was feeling trapped, having been inside all day, and watching the last bits of sun fade from the day. As I resignedly picked up my brush to paint around the light switch, I inexplicably burst into tears. My husband took my brush from me and pointed me to the door. It was already dark, but I went out anyway and took a couple of hours to walk off the mood. I came back and found my room painted.

--Elissa.

January 26th, 2010

Here, a closeup of a TV show about people that own a pawn shop in Las Vegas. In this scene, the restoration guy was riding around on a mini Indian motorcycle that he had just brought back to life. Sweet.

--Elissa.

January 25th, 2010

Stella the cat chases after the strap hanging below the camera. Even though we really want a dog, I think we've come to realize that we want a dog version of this cat. Doesn't exist. This cat, is the best cat. And I say that as a former cat-semi-disliker.

--Elissa.

January 24th, 2010

A really nice letterpress card my brother sent me, depicting the Brooklyn Bridge. He lives right near Williamsburg Bridge.

--Elissa.

January 23rd, 2010

Last Sunday was my birthday. On Thursday, my friend texted me, "Wanna get a margarita?" And I agreed, looking forward to a quiet and reflective margarita with my one friend. Well, we arrive at the restaurant and wouldn't you know-- 14 of my really good friends had showed up and applauded my way to the table. Let's just say, I drank a lot, wore a gigantic sombrero, and came home with this cool scarf from my friend Lisa R., which I am enjoying very much today.

--Elissa.