Home is where the couch is...

Urban Outfitters couch via Craigslist!  Turban from random beauty shop (thanks roomie!), clip-on earings from eBay, no-brand sequin top from Goodwill, skirt was a gift, fleece-lined tights from Hue, shoes from Topshop

This our new couch. Her name is Maude. She is green and velvet and good at yoga (i.e. she does this crazy split thing and turns into a bed). She is the perfect balance of Victorian-ish inspired aesthetics and modern functionality. Thank you, Craigslist, for bringing us together.

Maude is very special to me because she is the first in a line of purchases made to turn our plebeian, Bushwick, atop-a-barber-shop house into a home. For some this seems trivial, and for me it always was, too. Let me explain.

Cat Free Weights + everything else...

Above is my latest adventure in Operation Muffin sTop, wherein we explore the world of weight lifting by carrying around various animate and inanimate objects. It was not very effective. Regardless, if your cat is at all cool, this is a fun thing to do on a fat day lazy afternoon.

While I haven't been too busy writing the past few months (well, I have actually, just not for the interwebs), I've been busy as a bee on my YouTube channel. Here's all the shenanigans you've been missing if you aren't subscribed:

Shampooped

It's a new year, a new beginning... you know, that whole sack a' bananas.  I've never been one for New Year's resolutions because having more than one short term goal gives me intense virtigo and I end up falling over in the shower (because the shower is my thinking space).

One goal in particular (which is in no way a "resolution" - it just happened to begin at midnight on January 1st, 2013) is to become one with my hair.  Or at least get to know him.  Or at at least be good acquaintances.  OKAY FINE I introduced myself a few months ago and his ends promptly split... so we have some work to do.

Music for the masses

As someone who is very bad at making decisions, choosing what genre of music to listen to at any given time is a task I just can't handle.   Thus, Mr. Shuffle has become my best friend.   Behold of ever-growing chasm of beats and melodies that fill my ear on the average workday.

How to Onion

While last winter was very mild by north-eastern standards (as I've been told by many tried and true New Yorkers), the various parts of my body prone to losing precious heat were very quick to advise that my lack of proper cold-weather attire was a paramount problem.  I taught myself how to put on thirty different things at once, and successfully avoided getting frostbite where it counts.

Now we are entering another frosty season, and my fondness of layering has bled into other aspects of my life.  Case in point: After years of despising them, I now like red onions.  There is something about peeling back layers of potent skin and rooty meat that makes my taste buds have a dance party.  Clearly this is an obsession I can really only enjoy in the comfort of my tiny kitchen, crying buckets of happy tears in my sink.