I often used to ask to look through friends’ wallets and bags, and I’m especially fascinated by folks who carry almost nothing with them. I tend to be a pack mule, I feel like it affords me more opportunities for spontaneity if I have my stuff in tow. In fact, after looking through these photos, I’d like to start carrying around a switchblade, a tiny bottle of airplane tequila, and my passport. You never know.
What do you always have with you when you leave home?
I’ve always wished I knew more about music, and this is part of my Life List project to listen to 1,000 new songs. Right now I’m up to 890, and on Fridays I share some of my new favorites. If you’d like to share some music with me, please send your picks to maggie at mighty girl dot com, and I will listen to them.
Make You Feel My Love cover from Adele
Also go listen to Rolling in the Deep. (Thanks, Katherine!)
Lover Gone from Peggy Sue and the Pirates
(via Tess Evans)
Still looking for more music? Here you go: Mixtape 1, Mixtape 2, Mixtape 3, Mixtape 4, Mixtape 5, Mixtape 6, Mixtape 7, Mixtape 8, Mixtape 9, Mixtape 10, Mixtape 11, Mixtape 12, Mixtape 13, Mixtape 14, Mixtape 15 , Mixtape 16 , Mixtape 17 , Mixtape 18, Mixtape 19, Mixtape 20, Mixtape 21, Mixtape 22, Mixtape 23, Mixtape 24
This is a detail of Katy Stone’s “Little Universe (Burst Boom Bloom).” It’s on the wall at Spoon Bar in Healdsburg, which is one of our new favorite places to stop for a glass of wine while Hank naps in his stroller.
They’re hand painted acrylic floral shapes on clear Duralar plastic, nailed to the wall and arranged at different depths to create a nice 3-D effect. So clever. I think it would be cool to attempt a variation on this technique as art for a bathroom.
Here’s a time lapse of the installation:
When I’m shopping online, Etsy merchants get a lot of my cash. I love the idea of a payment arriving just in time for a seller to afford beers that night (or rent that month). Buying gifts from a small business feels like a present for two people — the person I’m shopping for, and the person who gets my money.
This coming Saturday is Small Business Saturday, and American Express is sponsoring this post in hopes of spreading the word about doing your holiday shopping with the little guys instead of commercial box stores. I’m into that, so I’ve put together this guide of my 30 favorite Etsy shops. Also, for every “like” on theirFacebook page, American Express donates $1 to Girls Inc., which helps foster leadership skills in young girls. I’m into that too, so please click with extreme prejudice. Free money for do-gooders! Yay.
Ready? Let’s go shopping.
That’s it. Please apologize to your wallet for me, and remember that one click of the grey “like” button below is worth a buck to Girls Inc., so let’s rock that out. Please let me know about your favorite small merchants, artists, handmakers, and Etsy sellers in comments. I’d love to do a larger roundup as a shopping guide before the holidays.
Big thanks to American Express for sponsoring this post, and donating cold hard cash to Girls Inc. for every Facebook “like” this campaign garners. Thanks to Mighty Girl readers for raising the funds with your clicks. You guys are stand up sorts.
Hey, I forgot to tell you that Kelly and I tore it up at the Anthology Magazine launch party. For those of you raising an eyebrow at the idea of “tearing it up” at a party held in a West Elm store, I’ll have you know we bought the shit out of some stocking stuffers. Also, the DJ was amazing.
The magazine is also pretty amazing, so we thanked Anh-Minh and Meg for making a print pub to help us recover from the tragic loss of Domino and Blueprint. Then Holly and I took some photos in the photo booth.
In most of them we were mid sneeze, or inexplicably triple chinned, so these are the only ones I’m showing you. I have my pride.
Also, Holly said she would gut me if I let you see the rest of them. Although, she did say it with a British accent, which made it sound less like a threat and more like an invitation to some novel kind of sporting event where there are mallets and no one wears helmets.
After much merriment and squealing over one another’s outfits, we returned to the parking lot to find the Ghia dead, because I’d left the lights on.
This is a thing I do, by the way. I’m accustomed to driving a car with lights that switch off automagically, rendering me soft and stupid in the face of early ’70s technology. Which is to say, no technology whatsoever. Karmann Ghias are essentially blade-free lawnmowers with rearview mirrors.
Fortunately, Jordan and Rebecca were still around to give us a jump/mock us. So they followed us until we got over the bridge, and then Kelly and I had too many gimlets at the neighborhood bar, which is becoming a tradition with us.
In conclusion, good times.
I choose apples the same way I’d choose a puppy, by looking for the one with the prettiest spots. The Black Arkansas apple on the left is so gorgeous. So red, it truly is almost black, except for the mottling on the side. It’s tart and firm, seems like it would make a decent pie apple. The Davisson is flavorful, but a little sweeter.
With the addition of these two, we’re up to 96 fruits. Only 904 to go!