The Bus to Anacapri

To celebrate Monday being almost over, here's a video my friend shot with my camera on the bus from Anacapri back to Capri in Italy. This was 2009, I think. That's my pony-tailed head turning to giggle occasionally.

When you live under the Italian sun, this is how happy you can be on a bus:

Happy Monday, all!

Comments

Writing at Night

This is how I do it. My brain turns on at the weirdest times. I first saw a pen like this when I was in my 20s, in a TV report about a movie reviewer, who used one to take his notes in a dark theatre. I searched everywhere, and finally found one. Before I had it, I tried a few other tactics to help me save for posterity the incredibly deep, meaningful thoughts I felt I was having at night. I tried just writing with a pencil in the dark, but that didn't work out too well. My writing, on a good day, looks like someone suffering from the DTs sprayed Silly String on paper during an earthquake. What I mean to say is, it's really, really bad. So, the pencil thing was a bust. Next, I bought a mini-tape recorder, but my middle-of-the-night mumbling was almost worse than my writing. It seemed like my Shakespearean musings would be lost to humanity. How tragic! The pen. Then, I got my flashlight pen. It was a revela...

Girls Who Wear Glasses

Image- Pinterest I had braces for 3 years. That may give you some idea of how out of whack my teeth were as an adolescent. My dad used to say I could eat corn on the cob through a picket fence. Even with good insurance, he still referred to my braces as "the trip to Hawaii." I had them removed just a few weeks into high school. I was perfect, for about a month. Then, one day in math class, my teacher asked me to do the problem written on the blackboard. "There's something written on the blackboard?" I said, which was both smart-ass and true. I couldn't see a damn thing on it. So, off I went for an eye exam, and, sure enough, I needed glasses. I was not pleased. Hipsters hadn't yet been spawned by the devil, and the only people who wore glasses were nerds and old people.

IKEA Vittsjö Hack- My Golden Table

I am great at spending money. If I know I'll wear it and feel pretty in it, I can justify a $40 lipstick. It's all about perceived value. $400 for gorgeous boots that I'll wear and be comfortable in? Absolutely. More than that for something that I'll put drinks and magazines (and my feet, when no one's around) on? No, sorry, can't do it. It's the law of diminishing returns. Sure, a $500 coffee table is probably nicer than a $50 one, but it's not ten times nicer. A coffee table can only be so interesting, to me, anyway. I understand that this is the minority opinion, however. Hence, Ikea.

Blue Velvet Sectional

Search This Blog