Domestic Bliss

Lately, I've been in the mood to putter around at home. I get up ready to get to work and get it over with so that I can come home to cook, clean and nest. All day, I daydreamed about the shopping I'd done recently and the dinner I had planning for tonight. I had the most perfect dinner, mostly because I made braised leeks. This is only the second time I've eaten leeks, and it turns out, I lurv them. I crave them. And, I would never have found that out without our local CSA. The hippies have sold me a $26 weekly dose of a minimal amount of obscure veggies with lotsa dirt and bugs. We've missed a few weeks, and they've been nothing but rude. We will not ever do this hippy grocery shit again. But, it has forced me to cook weird green shit that I would not normally ever buy. And, begun my great love affair with leeks. Yum!

This weekend, Jeebus&Diana colluded to save me from abject humiliation at a class that I had not prepared for, and gave me the opportunity to knock out some very necessary Xmas shopping in 100 degree heat. I got to wander all over Soho schvitzing like an asshole to buy somethings that I needed, and a few things that I probably don't. One great find - japanese ice molds at the MOMA Store. I put in a backorder request for them a few weeks back, and they finally called. So far, I haven't even unwrapped them. I love them that much. And, they were featured on Design*Sponge today. THAT'S RIGHT - I AM THE FUCKING CUTTING EDGE OF DESIGN. Or living on the cutting edge... not really sure how to use that. Just know that I am

a) AHSUM

b) fully able to make convincing floating eyeballs for Halloween punch. Note: there will be punch at Halloween just because it affords me the opportunity to make convincing floating eyeballs with my ice molds.

I also bought a buttload of Gocco supplies. Because I live in terror that one day these allegedly discontinued items will stop showing up in art stores. Honestly, I'm starting to feel conned about the "scarcity" but I'm so goddamned grateful that I can still get my hands on the gear that I forgive everyone. I'm like the bitch Gocco loves to hit on. I get smacked around, and come back for more. I need a fugly J-Lo wig and some kickboxing lessons, but instead I've just hoarded gold ink for Halloween.

Cuz, I love Gocco.

Turns out, my work ID gets me a discount at Pearl. Ruh Roh, Shaggy... this could get ugly.


Other than those 2 exciting developments (leeks, eyeballs... jeez - keep up), things are moving along nicely. Except... except... I have this friend who is acting like a not-friend. It's weird. She's suddenly accepted my Facebook friend requestafter months, but hasn't returned a single call or email. Really, Ive heard from her twice in almost a year. I suspect I know why she's miffed, and I think it's horseshit. I could be wrong, of course, given that I am always able to imagine a reason that someone might be mad at me, or I might be in trouble. The other night I got an irritated call from Dr. Boy's aunt. She never calls me. Within half an hour I had worked myself into a lather - maybe something was wrong with cousin #1, or cousin #2, or maybe I had accidentally had my phone on when I said something not 100% charitable in the past week... I made him call his parents to get the dirt. I called her 3 times before bed. Turns out, she works with someone with my first name, and she called the wrong contact in her cell phone. Hmm. paranoid, much? But this friend is pulling a very NYC exit, and I've decided to stop doing this bullshit. I've decided to leave her one last round of messages and then call it a day. Invitation extended. If she doesn't respond, no more friend. Thbbt.

Cuz now that Lala's left Boston, my last informal tie to the city is gone, and I've got to strap into this NYC thing and make it work. I am digging in and trying to give it a sporting try. Dinner with friends. Taking advantage of the fabulous only-in-NY shopping and classes and cuisine. I'm going to start really trying to find something to like about NYC if it goddamn kills me. And, hope Dr. Boy decides to move anywhere else. First stop, Fabulous Fannies for vintage glasses. If I find something worth sharing, I'll post it soon. Fingers crossed...

Ok, gotta go. Dr. Boy has been peppering me with questions, making lots of noise and mess in the background, and being super attentive. Apparently, he needs a little attention. Or, he lives in terror that I am blogging his deepest, darkest secrets.

MWAH-HA-HA-HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. More soon.