Gobbley

Thanksgiving was yesterday, and it was the first real one I've been to in years. And by real, I mean a huge gathering of family whose names I rarely remember. I made Buckeyes from Smitten Kitchen's blog. Given the fact that much of my family is from the Midwest, they were definitely enjoyed.

Though the times were simple, they were exactly the right dosage of "home" that I've been craving. Here's to family.

And, of course, some delectable eats.

Migration

Hello old blog. It has been quite some time since I laid eyes on you! I had actually completely forgotten I had once been a "blogger", but as my life is always changing, perhaps it is time I started again.

In June, I had to pack up all of my things and move from my sweet little townhouse in the Italian Market to my new home in the Graduate Hospital area. It was a difficult move, my old house was the first place I've felt at home at since my childhood residence. There was something so comforting about hearing bits of jazz songs drift into our windows from the park around the corner, and saying hello to our favorite old Italian pervert, the self-christened "Hubba-Hubba". Though our new house is bigger, cleaner, and filled with helpful amenities such as a washing machine, the neighborhood leaves much to be desired. Our next-door neighbor leaves passive-agressive post-its on our door, and the others throw block parties that we aren't invited to. I miss walking to the market for breakfast, and having a bar I could stumble home from two blocks away.

And so I resolve, in one way or another, to find my way back to the east side of Broad Street the next time I move. No matter how long it takes or how hard I have to look, I will live in that neighborhood again.

things I miss

I spend a good chunk of my time on this earth documenting my life in pictures. I try very hard not to live my life behind a lens, but here are somethings that I wouldn't remember so perfectly without my camera.

The dock in Maine. The picture can't tell you how it rocked back and fourth or what it felt like to drink our tea on top of the ocean and under the sky. But it does remind me of the feeling of contentment that accompanied.


Perfect afternoons in Philly with sunshine, a good book, and a muffin from the Green and Blue Cafe. I enjoy Philadelphia the most in the summer time when I can spend all day reading in the park.


Paris. Paris Paris Paris.


Baby, my trusty bike who is currently gathering dust in the suburbs.


While this was a fun trip, I mostly just miss my film camera which my brother has stolen for the past two years!! While my Nikon does wonderful things, digital cameras can't hold a candle to the quality of film.

artist forgotten

One thing that is wonderful about being home is my blue room. When I first came back from London it was the classic pack-rat den; stuffed full with old magazine clippings and shards of poka-dotted tissue paper. One of my first missions upon arrival was to give the room a winter cleaning, and after two long days of hard work, I am happy to say that my little art studio is up and running. Since the cleansing I have sewn two new patches onto my quilt, but more importantly I have started to paint again; something I didn't realize that I missed. Here are my first tentative attempts to stain my hands in Blickrylic paint again.

Part One


Part Two


Somehow he became much sadder in translation.

Things I Love In London

Double-decker buses.
With an unlimited oyster card that was paid for ages ago and plenty of available time, I am able to hop on a London bus for (what feels like) free. These rides are possibly my favorite thing to do here. They allow me to watch people on the sidewalk without feeling like a creeper, and listen in on people's conversations behind me. I love foreign conversations the best, I don't speak any language other than English, but listening to the way the words in other languages spill out from people's lips is fascinating to me. There's nothing like sitting in the front seat of a double-decker with French filling your ears, fashion filling your eyes, and London spread out like a feast before me.

Philadelphia, June 2008