Archive for October, 2009

Window Shopping

Friday, October 30th, 2009

I took tennis lessons several summers as a kid. It was one of the few sports that seemed civilized.

Its style, surprisingly, never reasoned into why I enjoyed it so much. When I think now of all the missed opportunities to really dress the part, in crisp whites and whatnot, I scold my childhood self.


Quote, Unquote

Thursday, October 29th, 2009

Last night I finally cracked open a book I wasn’t specifically thrilled to have received as a gift a few birthdays back. Early on, halfway down page eight I came across a passage that made me stop. I re-read it again and closed the book halfway to just think.

It’s good when books do that. Here’s what got me thinking.


Materialism isn’t noble, it is perhaps downright ridiculous. But really, I never feel so bored, boring, and uninteresting as when there’s nothing on Earth that I have the desire to buy.

Quote taken from Memoirs of a Beautiful Boy by Robert Leleux.

Hot or Not?

Thursday, October 29th, 2009

I’m not sure what I think about this bamboo keyboard.

bamboo keyboard at NeimanMarcus

Mostly the word “almost” keeps running through my head. So hmmm.

Tell me what I should think.

Fair Play

Tuesday, October 27th, 2009

This weekend I developed a roll of 35 mm film and found some pre-Labor Day photos I’d taken with my Lomo LC-A, including images of my first (of two) visits to the Minnesota State Fair.


One of my favorite places at the fair is the Agriculture building. The first reason is that the signage and the restrooms are all as they were 50 years ago.


The second reason is the gradient jars of ribbon-winning honeys.


I only rode one midway ride this year, and it wasn’t the Kamikaze – but its red, white, and blue flashing lights were a joyride of their own.


An unremarkable rabbit who did nothing to warrant being photographed.


The view from our sunset SkyRide. Half the fun is waiting in line and hoping you get assigned your favorite gondola color. (Faded Retro Turquoise. But I think we got stuck with Boring Grass Green.)

For Your Ears Only

Monday, October 26th, 2009

Budded earphones like these cause me physical pain. But if your listenin’ holes are bigger and tougher than mine then these babies would look pretty Japanese ‘n clean. Indeed.




By AIAIAI and now online.

Color Story

Friday, October 23rd, 2009

On white and off-white. Alright?


by Canoe 2




Portland General Store

Thursday, October 22nd, 2009

My bottle of Colona Russa from Santa Maria Novella is down to one squirt’s worth. My Prada is still half full but the pumper now refuses to pump. Any my intiguingly musty Monocle spray’s a bit too tenacious for everyday spritzing.

This time of year I like to shake up my numbed sense of scent, and lately my cologne collection is in serious need of a shake up.


This sampler pack of Portland General Store fragrances including Wood, Tabac, Whiskey, Cardamom, and Palo Santo promises strong, studly scents of adventure all fall long.

Climate Changed

Tuesday, October 20th, 2009

Thankfully the odd October winter we were cursed with the past week was at last ran out of town. I was about two hours and two degrees Fahrenheit from having to switch my September wardrobe of short shorts straight to December-designated fur hooded parkas last Thursday. Like, literally.


But Fall finally got its act together, allowing me to dress in my vintage puffy vest and the rest of Autumn’s best.


The leaves are already golden, the sun is back and brilliant, the breezes are brisk but bodaciously un-brutal. I could completely live and dress just like this all year round…

Puttin’ on the Hits

Monday, October 19th, 2009

As a child, I’m not sure where my mother and father went every Saturday night, smelling of cologne and perfume, dressed fancy in black satin and tweed.

But as they primped and prepared to depart for the evening, my sister and I would watch Puttin on the Hits while we ate our stuck-at-home, little kid suppers.

Whenever I think of the show, even now, I automatically smell the fancy spritzes of my parents’ Brut and Chanel.

I selected this clip from the series in particular because the three contestants featured are named Stacy, Debbie and Stacy. That just kills me.

(Strange but true: My favorite babysitter Kerri, who taught me about Swatch watches, The Limited Express and Dynasty actually went to Jr. High School here in MN with most of the teen pop members of The Jets. I used to ask her about that all the dang time.)

Flannel Folk

Thursday, October 15th, 2009

Outsiders might think life in Minnesota is one big snow drift, but that’s far from true. That said, it has snowed almost every day this week here and Halloween is still over two weeks away. While we’re usually treated to a sweet and savorable autumn season in Minneapolis, this year it truly seems like summer skipped directly onto winter.


Stunned and unprepared for such a crazy climate change I’ve been wearing a pair of solid flannel shirts from O’Hanlon Mills I bought last winter. One a powder blue and one a hunter green.


Non-plaid, I’m free from the lumberjack trap with them, and they’re just cozy enough to keep me warm but never so thick that I start to get hot.


I’m sensing I should stock up on semi-similar shirts, and this fuzzy flannel from Folk is perfect in every way it seems, although its price point and perhaps that stray yellow button on the front. (Red would be better.)


Wednesday, October 14th, 2009

Someone do this for me:

The site says pyrite, but if I were you (um…a woman who wore bracelets that were actually still in stock at OAK) then I’d tell strangers they were actually magical moon rocks.


How could anyone really prove you wrong?

Do Not Adjust Your Screens

Tuesday, October 13th, 2009

My Halloween pumpkin really is dusty turquoise colored. I plucked it up at a church antique show and it made my whole day.


I ain’t ever gonna carve it. I want my blue-green beauty around as long as possible.