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Latest house-selling annoyance: we returned after a showing and found that we were locked out. Which isn't to say we didn't have keys, we just didn't have the right ones. Don't ask.
But we finally got in, and then my mother took me malling. The rain-rain-rain dragged in masses of shoppers, and I was sleepy, and claustrophobic in the pressing crowds. I like malling when it's empty. After the expansion, I suppose it'll never be empty. Sigh.
I bought a lamp, from Pottery Barn. Just after whining to my mother that I hated Pottery Barn and all of its overpriced capitalistic blah blah (it's mostly habit, saying such things). So had a vague sense of guilt over my hypocrisy, but I really like the lamp and I guess my convictions aren't all the deeply held, because it passed quickly. The lamp was on sale - does that make it less shameful?
Huh.
And I bought two cds, which I justified with the reasoning that I hadn't bought cds in at least a month... (never mind that the last time I did, I bought about five. Details, details.) Nick Drake, which I've wanted forever, and another Saint Etienne. I'm really getting into the trip-hoppy/dream-poppy-ness of that group.
Joy and I might go to Montreal, or Toronto, this summer.
These two cds really could not be more different. One stark and sparse, one overflowing with sound. They are both lovely, though.
But we finally got in, and then my mother took me malling. The rain-rain-rain dragged in masses of shoppers, and I was sleepy, and claustrophobic in the pressing crowds. I like malling when it's empty. After the expansion, I suppose it'll never be empty. Sigh.
I bought a lamp, from Pottery Barn. Just after whining to my mother that I hated Pottery Barn and all of its overpriced capitalistic blah blah (it's mostly habit, saying such things). So had a vague sense of guilt over my hypocrisy, but I really like the lamp and I guess my convictions aren't all the deeply held, because it passed quickly. The lamp was on sale - does that make it less shameful?
Huh.
And I bought two cds, which I justified with the reasoning that I hadn't bought cds in at least a month... (never mind that the last time I did, I bought about five. Details, details.) Nick Drake, which I've wanted forever, and another Saint Etienne. I'm really getting into the trip-hoppy/dream-poppy-ness of that group.
Joy and I might go to Montreal, or Toronto, this summer.
These two cds really could not be more different. One stark and sparse, one overflowing with sound. They are both lovely, though.