Saturday fires.

Pictured: my mother (and me, in carriage) in 1984 on the Brooklyn Bridge, she was 31 years old.

I made the frame from burned kitchen matches, which Alice and I spent the better part of an hour outside lighting (8 at a time) and yelling more than necessary. The yelling was due in part to the whiskey-- but mostly just proximity to each other.

Puppies have work to do.

Gramps is at work with me today. Beat that, cute-overload!

Thankful

Every week I help run a mentorship program for preteen girls called SOHO, which stands for space of her own. The girls come every week for a year and eat dinner together and then spend the evening working on projects geared towards a year-end renovation of their room, a la trading spaces. Tonight we had a dinner talk about friends + what makes a good friend. We took pieces of paper and wrote words that described a good friends, which also turned out to be words that we all hoped would describe us too. Earlier in the evening I had put tape on everyone's foreheads, and after we all shared our words and then got to work sewing pillows for their rooms, I walked around and put the words on each girl's forehead.

Amidst the exhaustion and the lack of free time...The piles of unfinished things all over my house and my life, I can tell you one thing for sure. I am thankful.

What a day

I am so excited for the future!

Pretty silly...rings?

The beginnings of a new line!

A Rickety day.

As a Sheepshead Bay Brooklyn baby, Astroland wasn't an amusement park to me, but rather a daily part of life. If we went anywhere, we surely passed the park, and Saturdays were often spent on the boardwalk of Coney Island. It is strange, to be a beach-community child in the biggest, loudest city in America. It doesn't make sense, that I grew up in Brooklyn, but most times in a bathing suit, body caked in sand like a veal cutlet, feet slapping as I ran across the boardwalk's storm-worn wooden planks.

My first hot dog was a Nathan's hot dog. My grandfather, now deceased, helped to build the Parachute Jump when he was young, living in a colorful and exciting New York that makes me jealous to imagine. Whenever traveling on the Belt Parkway I see the parachute jump from the road and laugh at what a powerful mark my family seems to leave on everything it touches, on the landscape of the world itself. The good and the bad.

The Wonder Wheel, I was sure was the center of the universe. When I sat on the rickety old, colorful metal seats, soaring above the beach next to mom or as the case may be, Dad, I imagined that it was the place where my divorced family by some miracle might be able to mend itself. It was there, high above Brooklyn that I felt my world connected. Mom and Dad were both allowed on the Wonder Wheel. Goodbye, Astroland.

Excuse me miss, but it is time to get up.

Why I could only ever love a northern boy

My boyfriend knows how to make bagels from scratch. And yes, he boils
them first.

Success!

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The Handmade Holiday was a total success! This is what my booth looked like!

I broke into 4 digits for the first time, ever!

Waiting to be on tv

This is ridiculous. What is my life???

Portrait of a synesthesiac

Nj celebrity sighting

6 years and 1 day, this morning

Yesterday there was no time for posting, because Pete and I were too busy celebrating 6 years of being together, and things have never been better.

In honor of only doing things that we like, we went to Coppola's for lunch and sat around taking pictures of each other with MY NEW DIGITAL SLR!!! (Anniversary present?!?)

Here are the best two:



Good day.

The American visionary museum...

...Is so awesome!!!

New pst banner for my show next weekend!

Cross yr fingers, Virginia!

Underneath my work clothes, I'm an OBAMA SUPERHERO!

Probama sticker courtesy of Abby Bland. I knew I was saving it for a reason.

And they called it puppy love...

My job is awesome.

I get paid to pretend I'm Michel Gondry, basically.

OMG.

Family.