I used to fantasize about finding a subsidy to paint all the Oakland homes along the BART tracks. Look at what street-artist group German Crew did to the white houses pictured above.
Pretty Poison is “backyard-inspired” warehouse bar in Bali, with an empty pool for skateboarders.
Fall! It’s super-chunky knit blanket weather.
A pretty present for the friend you’ll want to have around when you’re an old person.
A giant moon balloon blew away and rolled through the streets of China.
This solar-powered graffiti is so pleasant.
I just remembered a thing I meant to mention. Before Oz was born, I bought a bunch of these tiny LED lights for a project, but we had a bunch left over.
Each one is a little bigger than a large vitamin, so I threw a handful in my labor bag. They ended up being so useful that a bunch of nurses asked what they were. Our hospital had clear plastic cups for water, so we put a few in each cup to act as lanterns, but you could just set them out too.
They were the perfect soft glow for checking the baby’s breathing, getting up to nurse without waking dad, using an unfamiliar bathroom without turning on the glaring hospital lights. Plus, they just made the room calmer.
Anyway, if you’re having a baby, consider packing a few. They were so nice.
Crossing the street, an Asian lady with short hair, wearing white cotton gloves. Her coat nips at the waist in a ’50s silhouette, and her matching black hat with a small feather dates from the same era.
She nods at a school crossing guard in an outsize reflective yellow vest. The guard is black with a deluge of blonde braids, and a hygienic mask covers her nose and mouth. She beckons an old man as he approaches to cross.
The man is white with a poorly tended gray beard. He is skinny, his leather blazer like a tarp thrown over his skeleton. On his head is a promotional sombrero from a national Mexican restaurant chain. In his hands, a second sombrero. He rushes across the street with purpose — sombrero delivery guy, sombrero delivery in progress.
“Look at this,” says Brad. “America.”
Want to see what I bought at the flea? Loot!
We had to sell the old cabin (ugh. oof.). But! We finally found a new weekend place so we have a place to escape from the one-bedroom apartment in San Francisco. So now we need furniture. This is for all our craft stuff.
We got this guy so Brad would have a place to put his fancy Panama Hat we bought in a junk shop in Australia.
But Ozzy has claimed him. Head is his new favorite friend, and he’s made of super lightweight balsa so Head will be pretty banged up in short order.
I even got him this little bead thingie for $8, but it proved a temporary distraction from the charms of Giant Wooden Head.
These were a crazy score. We got FIVE of these big ‘ol mirrors for no dollars. The new place has crazy high ceilings, so we needed something that would have a big impact on the wall.
We got this leather chair, sheepskin rug, and fake sheepskin pillow from my favorite lady at the flea. She’s always there with her son in a stall toward the back of the market, and she has killer taste.
Vintage cutting board needs love, and love it shall receive. The shape is so good.
Dansk is my favorite brand of pots, these are some of the remakes, but they were cheap and red! So I scooped them, even though I prefer the ones with the crazy handles.
This is a drafting table that we lowered so Ozzy and Hank could use it as an easel.
Weird Emu potholder.
This is side view of a wooden recipe box.
Tiny cowboy boots! $10!
Also, I was getting a sunburn, so chair lady sold me a hat for cheap. Thanks, chair lady! Ozzy likes to wear hats while he plays, so everyone was pleased.
Good scores right? Ah. I love you, Alameda Flea.