gimmee some tea and company

good to spend a week in manhattan, but better to be home. the more i see of manhattan, the more i like brooklyn. it's quieter here, and drastically less swarming with tourists, which i like. manhattan is so busy, but brooklyn is a place to relax. plus, i was honestly bored out of my mind, because at night all the museums close and then there's just shopping to be had.

but the commute to work was incredible. one express train stop and ten minutes later i was walking into my office. but oh well, now i'll have time to read again...

blood-gushing heart-stopping amazement

look, it's david blaine doing an interview while hanging upside down, at least 6 feet from the ground! it's amazing!! he's upside down!! what an amazing feat of upsidedown-ness. how does he do it? amazing folks, incredibly amazing.

(if you look past him - under the bridge you'll see where i eat my lunch most days...)

gone to the dogs

so i was about to post a picture of david blaine hanging upside down in central park's skating rink, but i thought these dogs were much cuter. and more interesting. and much more of an amazing feat considering none of them were barking or sniffing each others butts.

want one?

so i haven't had much time to work on anything for the etsy shop BUT i did make these little cuties a while back. SO, i thought i would just offer them on the blog, see if i had any takers.

they're both made with heavy duty cotton webbing, silver keyfob hardware and japanese fabrics. pick from either ants or hedgehogs {which are very back-to-school-esqu}. They're 1.25 inches wide and about 5.5 inches long. $7 a piece will include the shipping costs...

first come first buy, email tinkerellen@yahoo.com and let me know which one you want! SOLD, thanks!!

across central park in 12 minutes or less

on the rare occasion that i get to chill out with you crazy bloggers, i relish in feeling like i have 'real friends' and not just made up on the internet ones.

here i am after one sweaty walk with JEFF! would somebody else tell him that his hair is out of control and he needs to cut it. cause he's just not listening to me. and i had to explain to him why you do not eat sushi that you dropped on the park bench. nor do you touch anything in nyc and then touch your food. he doesn't get it.

typical day:

wake up too late. shower, pull hair back, throw on polo shirt, rush to catch train.

train delays due to investigation at brooklyn bridge. get to work late. no big thing. hardly anyone else is in yet. no time to grab the bagel and cream cheese i've grown accustomed to. hungry.

work hard all day long. maybe not too hard. stay late marking up retouch photos.

catch the train home. walk three blocks out of the way to try a new fish market before it closes. craving good fish, but not impressed by the market's prepackaged fillets. buy some fresh cod for too much money then pet a sweet yellow lab outside tied to a street sign pole.

two blocks over to the grocery store for some veggies of which i have none, not even the canned kind. cross the street to buy the husband some sinus medicine. guy not only has the hardest most draining assignment of his career this week, but also has an infection to top things off. misery loves more misery. and nyc likes to keep him busy.

home to the apartment, grab the mail, toss the mail, cook some dinner. wrap up some freelance work while waiting for the rice to cook according to the directions on the back of the box.

husbands home, time to eat, some tv and then off to bed. early to bed, early to hit the snooze button.

and we'll start it all over tomorrow....

juggling it all

i just deleted everything i wrote because it was pointless. instead here's a picture from central park.

at least there's always music

in a busy world.

made for walking

for mom: photographic evidence forever lodged in cyberspace. i bought the boots and indeed had the courage to finally wear them...

well here it is

don't judge me. ha. this is me getting ready in the morning so it's not quite what i ended up with in the end. mostly i've just been pulling it back since it's still stinking hot here. you want to experience oppressive heat: wait for a train underground in the dead of summer in nyc. anyway, here it is. hopefully it's not as horrible as i was describing...