Today: interview skirt + belt I’m pretty sure I got in high school at the army-navy store
I’m trying to not get too amped up because this is like the pre-interview to the pre-interview. I hate these.
Dearest people who read these ramblings,
Tonight I have been making a cookie order. This matters to you because: I made more cookies than will fit in the jar. There is, therefore, a mini jar (really, it’s small) and it is up for grabs.
Send me a note (no8bakery[at]gmail[dot]com) if you want it and include your address. I’ll pick one by 11am PST tomorrow. Time limit included because a) that’s when the order jar is being sent and b) more importantly, stale cookies suck.
:)
PS. Beggars can’t be choosers. They’re Oatmeal-Raisin (no nuts) and that’s that.
It just occured to me that today I am posting about not caring about calories and that a little weight is good for your face.
Yesterday my boss told me I need to quit messing around and go to the gym (isn’t it grand when people are honest?). This was more knee than weight related but two minutes later she mentioned that she had a lot of flab on her thighs and she is definitely in better shape than I am.
subconcious backlash I guess?
Past a certain age, to paraphrase Catherine Deneuve, it’s either your fanny or your face. In other words, if your body is fierce (from yoga, Pilates, and the treadmill), your face will have no fat on it either and it will be … unfierce.
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Jonathan Meter from the article The New New Face in New York Magazine. The entire text of the article is online and I find it fascinating even though I think plastic surgery is scary and something I wouldn’t want to do (probably—never say never).
And Catherine Deneuve is a genius. Still beautiful at 64, so she knows of which she speaks.
A gourmet who thinks of calories is like a tart who watches her watch.
— James Beard
Breakfast: homemade banana bread from Beard on Bread. With blueberries, cause I had them.
Beard on Bread is possibly one of my favorite cookbooks of all time. Which is odd because it has few sweets and no photographs. But it will make you want to make bread. Even if yeast is troublesome and scary and even if carbs are supposed to be bad for you. I can’t even find a photograph of ours and the new paperback is awful looking. I say ours because I don’t even own this book, my parents do. It’s a compact 70s hardback, yellow with brown illustrations. It automatically falls open to the banana bread page because so much has been spilled on that recipe after 800 or so loaves being made. But it always turns out (okay, well I broke mine cause I was impatient in getting it out of the pan, but if you let it, it will be perfect).
I was trying to streamline and KBug complained. So purple is back. Never say I don’t take the comments seriously.
The waitress was new here. She came out of the underpass and hurried down the sidewalk, very businesslike, keeping to herself, as tall as me even in flat-heeled shoes.
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Dominique Fabre, The Waitress Was New.
Start of a new book. Excited for this one; bought it on my walk home from brunch with Jim a couple of weeks ago. I didn’t really have the money for new books but this one couldn’t be helped. I think I tried to write this book myself on my typewriter a long time ago.
Cute outfit wasted on a Tuesday. Damn.
I think it’s time for me to learn html.
Will I be attracted to just about any boy that wears a hot pair of glasses? Have I no discretion? The answer, I’m afraid, is yes. Plain faced, poor haircut-ed, put a nice pair of glasses on him and the next thing you know I’m weak in the knees.
— Shea’la Finch of
Tiny Showcase fame. I second the sentiment and am rededicating it to
Gogosha, who I owe a visit.
