May 31, 2008
Another month ticked off the calendar, all. I did make a trip to thriftsville this month, and I did procure two new-old items: an orange tee with a black screen-printed crow (no doubt the product of my recent fondness for Franken-style) and and summery white open-knit cardi. Good finds.
A vintage chalkware Scottie dog statue, about half the size of my cats. And only $3! Steal of the century!
The potential spoiler, however, is this: my mom turned up last weekend bearing two *new* pairs of tights (apparently, some store had a mega-clearance sale). Do these count? Have I failed? I never set forth rules about gifts — what do you think, peeps?
More Year of No New Threads:
May 30, 2008
Last weekend, I did a little diggin’. In the dirt, that is.
That’s right, folks: the upstart coleus and sweet potato vine above are now residents on my less-than-light deck, along with some slammin’ begonias and some shade-loving snapdragons. Out front, I threw in some hardy cosmos, and a pair of potted pink dahlias. (Special thanks to Mommo for her superior start-spotting skillz.)
While I don’t have enough sunpower to fuel a vegetable garden — sad news for a Small Liver — I am a fan of growing my own flora for a spot of color on the outside, and an occasional, fresh-cut jot on the inside. Sometimes, I need a little greenery indoors. You?
Thus, I naturally was drawn to Gregory’s recent AT post on seed bombing in L.A. These guerilla gardeners are mad for making the urban landscape a little greener by tossing homemade seed bombs — tiny, concentrated grow-balls packed with earthworm castings, clay soil, and seeds, seeds, seeds — into barren areas. Then, the opportunistic (yet altruistic) planters watch ’em grow.
Don’t know if this is possible with veggies, but it’s worth a try, I suppose. Something stalwart — kale, maybe? If you’re interested in bombing and it’s a no-go on the edibles, wildflowers always do the trick. Just make sure you get seeds that will grow in your climate, as well as ones that are native. No sense in screwing up the ecosystem in the name of fresh flowers.
For the Seattle readers: Lovely blooms (and seeds, I think) are available at The Copper Vine on Capitol Hill, as well as at City People’s in Madison Valley. No room to garden? No worries: find a P-Patch near you. And, for my fellow CD rezzies, check out tonight’s community gathering to discuss the development of the newest member of the P-Patch fold at 25th & Spring. Meeting begins at 6:30 at the Garfield Community Center, 2101 S. Jackson.
May 28, 2008
May 27, 2008
WHO: Pia Jane Bijkerk, globe-trotting designer, stylist, and blogger
WHAT: Haute-cool houseboat
SIZE: No se, but not sizable
Old man river gets an overhaul.
Whoever thought houseboats were the purview of salty sailors and their cranky parrots obviously missed Pia Jane Bijkerk’s incredible Amsterdam oasis (and, I suppose, Sleepless in Seattle), featured at Design*Sponge a few weeks ago.
Despite a history of acute seasickness, I’ve always been curiously drawn to houseboats — maybe it’s their multifunctional nature — and Pia’s is an outstanding example of just how homey a waterbound abode can be. The ample light maximizes space and highlights the honey-colored woodwork, giving the place a spacious, yet cocoon-like, feel. Because the boat is essentially shaped like a bowling alley (long and thin, and sans any architectural break-ups), Pia created “rooms” with clever uses of furniture, including a “bedroom,” courtesy of a lovely screen framed out in that same golden hardwood.
Sadly, this isn’t Pia’s primary home — kind of a downer for living Small; what’s Small about having three residences, all of them flung as far and wide as Pia’s places in Amsterdam, Paris, and Sydney? Nevertheless, it is a testament to small space living. And an aesthetically ga-ga one, at that.