Nov
03
2011

Crazy Thoughts I Have Had Recently Related To How I Might Check "Talk To Evan Dando" Off My Life List

1. Maybe he has a Google alert set up on his name and he'll read my last blog post about him and leave a comment and then I'll leave a comment back and that'll count as talking.  

2. Maybe he has a Google alert set up on his name and he'll read this blog post about him and leave a comment, and I'll leave a comment back and that'll still count as talking. 

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Nov
02
2011

We Need To Talk About Evan Dando

You guys, I am worried about Evan Dando. We all know Evan Dando, right? He is the lead singer of 90s indie band the Lemonheads, and also my pretend boyfriend. He has, for a great many years, held the number one spot on my list. What list, you say? You know, the list: the one you make in your head of the celebrities who, if they one day showed up at your front door and were all "you and me, baby, how about it?", would cause your partner just to look at you, shrug, and say "Eh, go ahead, I guess. He's on the list."  

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Oct
27
2011

How To Turn An Old Photo Into A Cheap And Easy Piece Of Art

Thank you so much for all your lovely comments on my home office makeover! I was blown away by how kind you all were about the end result, and now I want to invite everybody over to work with me in there and I'll make us all pumpkin spice lattes* for our 4 o'clock treat. (What, you don't have a 4 o'clock treat? Why, sometimes I have a 4 o'clock treat and elevenses—which is, as you might expect, an 11am treat.)

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Oct
23
2011

Splendid Thing: Downton Abbey

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It was all Steve Carrell's fault, really. The Office was a repeat on Thursday, and so we were trying to find something else to watch. "I have two ideas," I told Sean. "There's this reality show called The Only Way Is Essex, which is basically like Jersey Shore set in England. Or I've been hearing good things about Downton Abbey, which is a British period drama set right before the First World War."

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Oct
18
2011

No, YOU Have An Accent

Have you heard of this accent meme that everyone's been doing lately? (Incidentally, did you know that "meme" is pronounced "meem," because I won't laugh if you didn't. I didn't until.....ooh, about six months ago. Up until then, I was calling it—only in my head, thankfully—a "meh-may," sort of like "memo," I guess, which seemed to make sense. Not to worry, though; Sean used to think it was called a "mee-mee." Because, as he so succinctly said, "when you do one of those, it's all about me, me, me, me, me.") 

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Oct
16
2011

Lights, Camera, Action

My photo shoot was this weekend and my kitchen is still currently the cleanest it's ever been. Like, literally: ever. I think it's cleaner than it was right after we finished remodeling, and that's saying something because it was brand new then. It's so clean, I would have no qualms about asking my mother-in-law over for dinner and then inviting her to eat off the floor. Or the stove. Or the side of the fridge.

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Oct
12
2011

Betty Draper Is Overrated

Hold tight, because it's about to get really 1950s up in here. I have some questions about house cleaning, see. And before you wonder if, by chance, this has anything to do with my exciting news that a magazine crew is going to be visiting my home this weekend—a magazine crew, by the way, that I have since learned is going to include not just a photographer, but also a prop stylist and a "groomer" (A groomer! We're going to be groomed!

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Oct
10
2011

Incentive To Clean Those Kitchen Floors

Right now, my kitchen is a huge mess. I'm not talking about a dirty dishes mess or a whoops-I-spilled-some-orange-juice mess, though I'm pretty sure that both of those messes are going on in there too to some degree. I'm talking about the kind of mess that involves power tools on one's kitchen counters. There's a screwdriver on my cutting board. Some last minute grouting is going on. Two out of three lights have blown. You would hardly think a photographer was coming over on Sunday to shoot it for a national magazine. 

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