Friday, May 29, 2009

ghost game

Last night I met a few friends at our favorite sushi restaurant to celebrate our friend Carly quitting her job.

I met Carly at my last job, and anyone who actually gets out of that studio alive is not someone to be trifled with. ALthough I worked there for one year only, I witnessed ~30 people come and go- 9 of which quit before their first day was over. I am in touch with the best of them, and we get together every so often and hang out, as they are incredibly strong and talented women and are not the kind of people you forget easily. Carly is from Sheffield, England and has a lovely Yorkshire accent. She has been enslaved by our ex-boss for the past year and has finally broken free by achieving her very own 3 year visa! For those of you that have no experience with this process it is infuriating. It takes $5000, a shit-ton of time, effort, and hope, but is based entirely on a lottery-type system, which means even if you pay the $5000 and are qualified you might not get it because your number just didn't come up. Fortunately, her number came up (!) and she can continue to live here and work in this country legally for the next 3 years. This is great news because she is one of my best friends and I would not be happy at all if she were not here. So Carly, Jamie, Tiff and I (all ex-employees of LTS) went for sushi on an unusually cold and rainy night in the LES to celebrate.

We had such a lovely time. Afterward while I was walking home, my head was filled with thoughts of Tim and I living in NYC and the pluses and minuses to it- the pluses being the people we have met here and having jobs, and the minuses being no nature, harsh living, and being far from our families. I came across a ghost town of a baseball game while walking through our local park. Usually this place is hopping. Even at 11:00 pm (which is they time when they turn off the giant lights) there are people playing soccer or catch or whatever. Last night, either because of the misty rain or the temperature, no one was around and it was so peaceful walking through the empty field. I guess it was just one of those romantic moments when I was really glad to be living here, and you realize how important the people around you are- whether they are actually here or not.

Thursday, May 28, 2009

I suffer from distraction

We re-vamped our back porch with some really pretty plants last Friday and they are beautiful in the rain.  

The Great Etsy-pade

I have finally decided to open an etsy shop. Which means that I need to get my act together and organize fabrics, yarns, styles, and photographs into something that says, "buy me!". This requires going through all of my fabric and yarn, deciding which works best for each garment (because using the wrong fabric will completely change the appearance of the design), and limiting those options to a cohesive colorstory of fabrics that are in the same price range. what you see above is the final cut and will be swatched and turned into pages (like the first image) and shown with the corresponding garment so the customer can choose their color and size. Then I make and send it to them. 

For those of you that don't know what etsy is, it is a website similar to ebay (but with a more independent and creative following). You post images and create listings, but instead of customers bidding on your listing and it having a certain number of days to be bid upon, with etsy your listing stays up until it gets bought and you get to set the price. Etsy also lets you list your items as handmade, vintage, or supplies, and the whole things has become such a successful avenue for independent designers that I had to jump on this bandwagon. Hopefully, my new etsy shop will become so lucrative that I won't have to go back to working in the fashion industry of New York for people like my ex-boss who are insane and abusive. 

Fingers crossed, please! The site should launch next week. Check it out: mydearthing

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

portrait of the cats, a study. vol. 1

Since I spend most of my day around the cats, I should just go ahead and apologize for the frequency in which I will be discussing their behavior and posting photos or short videos focusing on their  peculiarities. I honestly can't help it and realize that I have a problem. Or three of them. 

Sunday, May 24, 2009


If every you find yourself with a few too many blueberries, pomegranate juice, and extra vodka that you bought to spray on your plants to kill the spidermites, just jam it all in the blender with a few ice cubes. Pour it in a glass and top it off with seltzer water and a slice of lime. It is a joyous summer drink on hot evenings! 
Even Scraps likes it. 

Saturday, May 23, 2009

Our Apt

During the past 4 years, Tim and I have lived in the same lovely apt. It has known many dinner parties and gatherings. We are fortunate to live in the same neighborhood as many of our friends and our apartment has become a rally point of sorts for summertime barbeques, holiday celebrations, orphan Thanksgivings and Wii matches. Those of you who have visited it can remember that the entire building slopes toward the center- for our apt that means it slopes left and we will forever be bumping into the wall in our hallway because we lose perception. The small bathroom is the most inconvenient sound portal into our neighbors apt. Our mailman absolutely refuses to pick up outgoing mail. And our front stoop serves as a bus stop for a primary school. Every weekday at 7:30 AM and 2:30 PM mothers, fathers, brothers, and sisters gather directly under our window and gossip in Polish. 
Our building holds some very interesting people. We have two brothers in the back of our building that own their own business making organic ice cream , a group of boys in the basement that have a total of 5 bands between them- one of which is a Klezmer band, an Israeli classical guitarist who lives with a girl that programs Wii games and iPhone apps, and one of the heirs to the B&J Fabric store featured on Bravo's new series with Isaac Mizrahi called The Fashion Show
Ahh, Greenpoint!

night time rooftop

I realize that in beginning this I am joining the ranks of the self-celebrating reality ventures so popular on television, youtube, facebook, myspace, twitter and countless other vehicles that I am not cool enough to know about. A blog about ones life may appear a little narcissistic at first, however, I will defend my decision to do so by stating that it is an extremely practical way to update everyone I love with photos, videos, and postings of things that Tim and I are up to. 
We all know that I love practicality. 
So enjoy, hopefully Tim and I can keep thing going!

Love Lauren

ps. These pictures are from our rooftop. We just got a new camera to celebrate the death of my other one and Tim was experimenting.