When In Doubt, Post Photos

Our friends Leah and Neil got this hat for Lowell awhile back. It's a tweedy ivy/newsboy cap that is pretty damn cute. Until today Lowell had no interest in wearing this hat. Even just this weekend I was trying to get him to model it for them and he would have none of it. Ripped it from his head in disgust. Today, however, he put it on, checked his bad self out and said, dynomite! And then went outside to hawk papers on the corner. Can you tell that I can't decide if he looks like a wee urchin or a slick 70's hipster when he's wearing it? He likes to put it on and spin around and around in a circle until he collapses from dizzyness. Hmm. For more shots click on the photo.

The anxiety level is ratcheting up steadily around here. We are supposed to close this week and then Matthew and his Dad are going to start painting and doing stuff in the house this weekend. I am in utter denial. My mother will be here tomorrow to take care of Lowell while I pack up a shiteload. We won't actually be moving for a few more weeks but we have so much crap stuffed into this 850 sq foot apartment and a 5 sq ft storage space that it challenges the laws of physics. We really need to get cracking.

I went up to the town where we're moving this weekend and spent the night at my aunt's house. She was having an egg-decorating party and I got to meet a lot of people. It was really fun and helped me to relax a little bit about the move. My aunt and uncle are wonderful (much more on them later, I can't do them justice in a measly sentence) and their friends are all very cool, interesting people. Most of them are artists and transplants from the city (actually an alarming amount from our neighborhood in brooklyn - there seems to be a pipeline) and they were all very welcoming and excited that we were moving there. It really takes the edge off to know that we will have a large group of people there that have to be nice to us. Coincidently this was my first 24 hours away from Lowell. It was pretty great I have to say. I got to sit for hours hunched over a table making very intricate designs on eggs while having uninterrupted adult conversations - that's heaven for me. The only bummer was that I had to get up early the next morning and couldn't sleep in. That is my next goal, 24 to 48 hours away with the option to sleep until noon. Preferably at the George V in Paris. But I'll settle for the Ramada in Fishkill.

Comments

[wordgirl]

When I'm painting, I usually dream about designs. Sometimes I'm so stimulated by ideas for patterns or designs that I CAN'T sleep. The moving? It will get here and you'll be glad.

[LetterB]

I was dreaming about psanky the night after! It takes over your brain.

[Mignon]

I knitted (knat?) in my sleep last night! At least it's not as bad as Tetris. Worst ever sleep aid.

Once you get into a packing groove it goes much better. The worst part is the breakable stuff like lamps and random kinick-knacks. Best is books. They fit so nice and square into boxes. And linens are easy too. If you get burned out, just do a box of linens or books.

[Michelle]

just thought you might like to know (as per this week's new yorker, which you may have seen...) that pete seeger lives in beacon, and has recently been seen protesting the war on the side of the road there! what is cooler than that?

[LetterB]

Knat - ha! Good advice Mignon.

Hi Michelle - wasn't that a great article? I did know that he lives there - I guess he is kind of an eminence grise of the town. My aunt has seen him in the diner she and my uncle frequent. He is a hero of mine so I hope I get a glimpse of him.

[Michelle]

it was a great article- i love his wife. congrats on closing!