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TV Dinner Guests

It's the best TV time ever! Flipping Out and Rachel Zoe Project are back on. So I'd like to invite Jeff and the gang to dinner. And Brad... oh Brad how we've all missed you. Just precious.

This Must Be A Joke

I'm just not sure why you would name a bag you are trying to sell, a D-Bag.

Look Who Else is into Felt....

Candy Pratt's "Must-Have Items of the Moment" from Style.com.
More Felt Finds:

When I Grow Up I Want to Live in a Yurt

And I'd never felt this way before. If only Barbie had seen the felt exhibit at the Cooper-Hewitt she would have known to make her dream house from the material.

Move over Skipper and Malibu Barbie, Yurt Barbie's moved to town...

Here are some things I never knew about a material I never thought about:

-Felt is one of the most ancient, primitive materials thought to be around 8,000 years old

-It is made by applying water and energy to fiber, only wool will felt because the outer surface has to be capable of interlocking its fibers

-It is both a noun and a verb because it is a material and a process simultaneously.

-It is considered to be a "proto-plastic" because it can be thin and flexible or dense, thick, and even hard.

-There's no discernible grain or direction, no front or back.

-It can be manipulated into 3 dimensions. Hats for instance are made by shrinking and hardening wool around wooden forms or hat blocks.

-It is surprisingly beautiful.

And while this picture (below) may not be so pretty, it reminded me of what our hiking guides from last summer in Canada must make with their dogs' shed fur. I have a good feeling it looks a bit like this tickley bench cover. Dave and Brenda would love yurts.

The few pictures I did snap were unbeknownst to the security guys
This oragami chair, above, was made from a single square of felt. No sewing.

but I was free to take pictures in the Yurt which is a Mongolian royal tent that served as a gathering place for rituals, oral traditions, song, dance, poetry, etc. I think it may have even neutralized some of the spiciness on my face with its magical powers.

I had been told from day 1 in New York to go see this place and am so glad that I did. There's such a difference between seeing something second hand in a book or online and actually experiencing it yourself. You can't really explain to someone else the feeling of sitting in a yurt when that word doesn't exist in their vocabulary or yours for that matter. I'll just say it was worth every bead of sweat on the way there, every sting on my face, and every water soaked item in my purse from that bottle of water I bought when I was lost in the middle of the park, oh and every drop of rain that wasn't stopped by the umbrella that I didn't bring.

Intro to the Best and Worst Day

After being in New York for a month I finally set out for a dose of culture, institutional style. (As if Chinatown last weekend, the drag queens a block away,etc etc aren't enough) As it's hard to convince anyone who has been living here to go to museums, it's even harder convincing downtown people to venture up. So with my last day of work yesterday I had this Friday to myself. I had envisioned waking up with a go-getter attitude no later than 9, having a healthy hippy breakfast,
a cup of coffee and hitting the streets maybe in something cute and museum-ish feeling...

Well, I woke up at ten. Thirty. Ok, forty-five, had a healthy hippy breakfast-Muesli, followed by an oppositely themed bowl of Lucky Charms thanks to Mary Claire. Something about those artificial marshmallows is surprisingly delicious,
it's almost peepish...Then I had to watch the Project Runway from last night; it was hilarious and ridiculous. Then I was ready to go...

...Or so I thought. Got an email about a surprise Mexican birthday party for tomorrow night that encouraged bringing booze and goodies and the light bulb went off that I'd try as I may to duplicate some sort of version of the "Sanchez" from Lamberts, just thinking about it makes my mouth water, by infusing vodka with jalapenos. I realize usually people leave the vodka "fusing" for days and days but seeing as I had about 30 hours until deadline I just added more jalapenos to hopefully even out the lack of time. Rushed out, bought jalapenos and a bottle of vodka. Came back, cut up these jalapenos and remove the seeds and core of each of them with my hands sans running water because nothing can actually go down any of the drains here... probably should have used some gloves or something for this task. Finished that project, was finally ready yet again to set out.

So quickly, before I left the apartment I put on a bunch of sunscreen. It was so hot and sunny outside so I made sure to put sunscreen all over- my arms, the back of my neck, chest, and face with extra around my eyes because I hope that if my eyes never get sun exposure they won't ever age...I know. Now it was down the elevator and out on the streets walking to the subway when all of the sudden I feel like I'm on fire. Straight up in a blaze of glory. Starting with my eyes. Not the actual eyes but the skin all around them. And I'm freaking out because I remember someone telling some story about getting lemon juice on their hands and then being in the sun and the combination left these really awful burns on their hands... and I'm thinking I will have burns on my face. I will have burns all over my face! But I am alone, I have no mirror so I frantically walk, trying to stay calm, hoping that the sunscreen-- however infused it became (how convenient- doesn't take days and days for that to happen) with jalapeno juice--will protect me. Run into a Duane Reade, check my face, it's fine- no sign of burns, externally anyway.

I consider going back. Right there, throwing in the towel, heading home taking another shower and saying I'd blame it on the jalapeno juice that I didn't ever make it up to the museum. But, I trudged on, thinking it will go away soon. Down into the subway it was so hot as usual and on top of sweating because it's so hot outside, I literally thought I might cry or that if the external signs of the jalapeno burns hadn't shown up before, they must be now. It felt like when your sunburned and then you go back into the sun and it's just burning you even more? Do people who actually have normal amounts of melanin know that feeling? It's not good.

So I finally make it, burning the whole entire time, up to 86th street where I customarily walk in the wrong direction for about 4-5 blocks before stopping in at a coolly air conditioned Starbucks to ask a nice woman which way was east and which was west. I have wanted a compass since my first day here. She points me in the right direction and I set out again. This happens all day "setting out" in one direction or another only to hit some sort of obstacle. I walk and walk, walk, walk, (still burning) down 86th street feeling about 86% sure that I will get hit by a car,
when the guy in front of me ducks in to the left down a path leading to the park. I think, "I'll walk through the park too!" as my sandals start kicking up loose dirt that is now getting stuck to the sweaty soles of my shoes. I try to ignore it because the view is spectacular
but this isn't first grade and I'm not running on the playground, dirty toes I cannot handle. Now, I realllly wanted to throw in the towel, or at least have a towel to wipe off my forehead, because other than quickly approaching destination Heat Stroke, I was pretty sure I was lost and of course still burning. Happened upon a drink cart and quickly bought a water, drank about half, put the bottle in my purse. Then I wandered, dripping in sweat in a grey T-shirt for a while more. No joke, I have always been envious of people at the gym who workout so hard they sweat through their shirts. I have purchased grey shirts for this reason in the past and still just had to go to the water fountain and let some water drip down to look like I was capable of doing this. Well, be careful what you wish for is all I'm saying.

Completely annoyed, discouraged, on the brink of death, etc. I finally just suck it up and get in a cab. The cab driver may have been friendly but he was also insane and had absolutely no business driving. I thought surely, if not the heat, his driving will probably kill us. But! It didn't. He dropped me off safely right in front of my final destination: The Cooper-Hewitt. I made it! Thank God, I made it. And so began the 2 hour long best part of the day, even if by that point my lips were starting to burn too.

ABC

The Village Peep

Description: medium height, brown shaggy mullet, wearing plaid. Last seen at the 10 o'clock showing of Julie&Julia.

Watching the Julie part of Julie&Julia was paaaainful. Painful I tell you. To form an appropriate analogy

Julie:Julia;Peeps:S'mores

The movie caused me to question whether or not I even like Amy Adams at all. But now, I'm focusing my blame on whoever thought that she:

should look like this:

for any reason, and that he or she should be pretty worried about job security for reasons other than the poor economy.
And I get it that maybe the real Julie wasn't that cute or something but just because making actresses less pretty makes the movie more authentic does not mean that you have to go so far as to give a very cute actress a mullet. There were a few times throughout the movie that I couldn't get Pinocchio's voice from Shrek out of my head when he says "I'm a real boy!" because she just looks like an awkward little pauper or something.
And the way her husband eats is so unappetizing you can't help but just wrinkle your face that someone thought it was okay to make people watch that on a big screen with smacking sound effects. I can honestly say that none of the times before now have I really been that seriously embarrassed about being a blogger until I watched this movie. And really only when you hear her answering machine "Hi this is Julie and __husbands name__(said by him, the rest said by her) and we are either blogging, or cooking or working or...." whatever, you get it, it's just really...peepish. And then your hopes are lifted for just a second when Pyscho Killer starts playing in the background...only to find out it's playing too early and that she's not actually going to kill any lobster. Whatever hope I was still clinging on to was completely gone after that point.

But! the Julia part was really cute, of course.

Meryl Streep is too cute and the story was too good...perhaps with the exception of her husband's turquoise ring... and that woman from Best in Show, Jane Lynch, who plays her sister..awkward but all in all it really was darling and funny. Her parts of the movie actually does make you want to cook, and entertain, and travel, and be in love, and drink wine, and eat, and eat, and eat. Mmmm butter.

Kids These Days...

Look how cool... these Legos are probably creating geniuses. Genius-i? Obviously, I'm not one. But there's a good chance my new nephew will be getting one of these for a birthday present at some point. So that he can build me a house like this:

at a family discount... which leads me to add "Operation" to that list of presents.

RSVP: Kate Spade

I want Kate Spade to come to dinner for sure. Especially if she'd be so kind to help with theme ideas, party favors, and a complimentary party dress and cocktail bauble. I just think she's the cutest.

Tim Walker

Just something fun to look at on a slow Sunday after a fun weekend.

The Astro-Physicist of Fashion that I wish I Could Ask to Sit at My Table

http://tavi-thenewgirlintown.blogspot.com/
But who would I sit her by?? I guess Rei Kawakubo... but then who next to her...
This little gal, Tavi, is scarily brilliant and cool; she's a fashion savant. I am shocked and jealous of her at the same time that I wish I could be a fraction as cool. And she is 13. She is just unbelievable...and so little she just looks even cuter in all of her outfits.(Like how cute Dakota Fanning looks in those Marc Jacob ads...)
Read her blog now...
"Justin Timberlake will never be Zachary Quinto. And then Anna's all.. werq. I'm actually surprised she isn't jumping. Against a beige backdrop.
Also, emotion! How fresh! I'm sure it's the new thing for fall, along with menswear! And jumping! Against beige backdrops!!11!!!" Just a little taste...Ouch.





"My dad and the friends we were staying with and I met them at their studio. It was extremely cool. All of their books were arranged by color, and Kate said they had a storage unit rented out for the REST of their books. When we got together for lunch on Wednesday, Laura’s first reaction to the Aubrey Beardsley book I got them was “Now we have a green book!” There’d be a title on Christian Dior right below one about Norwegian Black Metal, right next to one about Picasso, right next to one about anime."