Assignment #52

Write the phone call you wish you could have.

Me: Hi, is E there?
E: This is E. Who's this?
Me: It's Laura. From P.S. 153.
E: Oh my God. Hi!
Me: So I know this is really out of the blue, but I wanted to say that I'm sorry.
E: For what?
Me: For reacting the way that I did at Sabrina's Halloween party. When you asked for a kiss. I was embarrassed because you asked me in front of Christine.
E: Oh.
And I also thought it was gross because I was eleven.
E: That's okay.
Me: I know it's been a really long time but I felt really bad about it. It was really mean.
E: It was, but it was also fourteen years ago. So I think I can forgive you.
Me: Thanks. How's your brother, by the way?



pensive in park slope

Tomorrow, I'm going to try to get a new pair of glasses. Maybe something like Ingrid Michaelson's. But only because she is so cute and charming and 'The Way I Am' is my new favorite song.


Learning to Love You More

We got a book in the shop last week called 'Learning to Love You More.' Sunday was so busy that I almost forgot to take a look at it before I left and I'm so glad I didn't. What I read moved me so much that as soon as I got home, I got online to find out what the purpose was of the book. I learned that it began as a website. Basically, the creators of the website, Miranda July and Harrell Fletcher, give assignments to the public. This is taken from their site to explain what it's about:

"Participants accept an assignment, complete it by following the simple but specific instructions, send in the required report (photograph, text, video, etc), and see their work posted on-line. Like a recipe, meditation practice, or familiar song, the prescriptive nature of these assignments is intended to guide people towards their own experience."

What makes the projects so wonderful is how vulnerable people make themselves to be a part of this project. I guess I'm just so accustomed to shielding myself from the world that it struck me how I am not even myself in front of the people who have known me the longest. And flipping through the pages of the book, I see how a simple assignment could connect so many people. There is one spread I remember; a row of photographs taken of scars and underneath the images, there is text describing how the scar was obtained. The poor lighting combined with intimate squares of damaged skin made the sequence so poignant.

After reading the 65 assignments, I realized that I wouldn't be able to finish all of them, but there are some that are definitely doable. I'm going to be posting whatever assignments I manage to get done here, before submitting it to them. You should do this too, it'll be an exercise in being human.


A Lovely Week

It's been a really lovely week, so lovely that I have forgotten to post for most of it! It must be the amazing weather lately; orders have been flowing, I've begun knitting again, and I've actually been making jewelry for fun. The photo is of my favorite pair that I made this week: it is made of 14k goldfill and fancy cut rainbow moonstone, which happens to be my birth stone.

It's nice to take a break from all the stainless steel and hold something that is so textured and delicate.

Speaking of textured and delicate: Jenny's new line, Natural Historie, is so beautiful. They are timeless and full of stories-- and her product styling is amazing as always. If she starts putting gold plated geode slice necklaces up, I may not be able to resist.

This morning, I looked at the scary tangled mess in the morning and decided to do something about it. So on my way out of the post office, I called Mandy to make sure she was working today and found myself taking an extended lunch break in Flushing. An hour later, I am driving on Northern Boulevard, stuffing little twenty-five cent baos in my mouth and feeling shiny and new. It was so great.

(The dreamy quality in this photo is created by the streaks left on the mirror by careless housekeeping.)

Long walks in the dark through woods grown behind the park, I asked God who I'm supposed to be. The stars smiled down on me, God answered in silent reverie. I said a prayer and fell asleep.

Priscilla Ahn, Dream



Slightly under the weather today but nothing some hot tea and a nap couldn't cure. And a Starbucks blueberry scone. And a quick trip to Anthropologie to fondle their coats.

Turns out that break was just what I needed to get a whole day's work done in about 4 hours. More jewelry to be in the mail on Monday already, whew.

Working on a Demeter Earring update.

Another promotion over at the jewelry blog for this month-- I do hope people join in. I think it'll be fun!


A new tutorial

Over at the other blog, I've just posted a tutorial on how to make your own shadowbox display for jewelry. It's similar to the jewelry display I made a while back, but if you're interested, mosy on over. :)


Mark Ryden

What? Yeah. What? Oh yeah.
You know I did.

RDNY got the shipment of Mark Ryden's Bunnies and Bees a little while ago and I had to snatch one up. Limited edition prints, beautiful cloth covered box, 14 prints. How could I not? Here is one of the pieces inside.

His work is so wonderfully weird. And so many people want his style, that perfect combination of surrealism and cute, but they don't got it.

Actually Audrey Kawasaki got it, but in a totally different way but still makes my heart ache.



I don't think I've ever had insomnia in my life-- I'm usually so tired that I fall asleep within ten minutes of closing my eyes. For the past two nights, no such luck. I'm not really sure what the deal is but it's pissing me off. Not even listening to my favorite podcast is cheering me up.

More bad news: I sent some new designs to be cut and something's wrong with them.. I have to go in for my laser guy to show me how to fix it. Grumbling.

On days like these, it is necessary to watch things like this:
small helpless animal #1
small helpless animal #2
a tiny guy

Okay a little better now.


Happy Things

Congratulations to a good friend-- I can't believe you're getting married! I couldn't be happier for you.

I want to say something meaningful but my head is filled with corny things; they're all very sincere though! I'll skip it but I think you know what I want to say.


The finish.

The color exercise. It felt good to do and I am happy with the outcome!

Last Weekend

Labor day was spent having burgers at a secret place hidden in a hotel and playing monopoly in Central Park. The weather was perfect and I kicked off my shoes. Gina made fun of my socks and I stuck my finger at the hole in hers. Grace is coming off her South American high; it's cool, I get ya. Coming back is bittersweet-- comfortable, yet home pales in comparison with the new colors and textures of a foreign country.

My right wrist has been bothering me alot lately, so I've been trying to take more breaks. Which explains the lack of blogging. I worry about losing the ability to use my right hand. Ambidexterity is a new goal.

Speaking of goals.

A list of things I am ignoring because I am afraid. Objective: overcome them, if only by facing them (at first).

  • My reliance on technology.
  • The future- I don't know what I should be doing in 3 months because I am afraid of change.
  • Hm. I guess change is another thing.
  • My biological clock. Two weeks ago while having breakfast, I said to myself, out loud: 'I don't want to have kids.' I think more likely, I am afraid of the process (Getting that huge cannot be natural!). Or that it just won't happen for me.
Four things is enough for now. Tired.


Happy Birthday, buddy

winter, 2003 @ fao
Have a good one, where you are.


Flexing a Muscle

It's been much too long since I've seriously drawn anything. I'm afraid of losing the ability to draw.. here is a work in progress. It's going to be an exercise in color.

And to share: some little figs from Elmhurst.
I love the experience of eating a fig, so many textures all at once.