There are a large number of condos-in-progress in our neighborhood, and each of them, pretty much, has a display suite with a sales office. There’s one I pass four to five times a week which has annoyed me simply by being closed whenever I might be inclined to go in.
We aren’t necessarily gonna buy, or buy here, but it’s intelligence-gathering.
Anyway, said place–King Blue–was open to the public for Nuit Blanche and had actors doing the Romeo and Juliet farewell scene in their demo suite. I have no idea who these actors are, but they had smoking chemistry.
They also had the Hamlet gravediggers in their main sales center, but R&J were just plain better.
I bought the bag covered in cat butts in Rome, at the Torre Argentina Cat Sanctuary.
I bought it mostly to give money to the worthy cause of kibble, veterinary care and spaying for the cats of Rome, but it turned out that bag was not only the lightest, best-organized, all-around handiest purse-like object I’ve ever owned, but it got compliments wherever it went. Seriously. Women with fashion knowledge were all, like, “OMG, that bag!”
Had I known, I’d have bought five more and spread the kibble love.
Anyway. It’s been two years, just about, since Rome and the bag is dying. I contemplated calling Rome and having a pointless conversation in my appalling Italian: Avete … um, do you still have this bag? Would you consider shipping this bag? Does any of you cat-loving women know from Paypal? And then I got over myself and went to Kelly’s new fave bag store in the PATH.
There I found one bag that had the same double strap, of the same length, and virtually the same pockets. (It’s heavier, which is not a plus, but what can you do?) And what the heck, peeps? It too is covered in cats.
Will it garner the praise of its predecessor? Hard to say.
A new bakery has opened in the neighborhood, by which I mean across the street.”https://www.facebook.com/Delysees”>Delysees is its name, and they have lovely-looking light french breads and wee little $4 sandwiches.
photo by Kelly Robson
I have been questing after a Toronto macaron as good as the ones at The Bel Cafe in Vancouver, with no joy yet. They’re either too sugary or too stale-chewy or the flavor isn’t subtle enough. But Delysees has a promising entry in the dark chocolate category, velvety and rich, and not overly sweet. I have only failed to award the trophy because they don’t yet have a proper cooler for the things, so the meringue wasn’t crunchy on their opening day. And I’ve only tried the one flavor.
Last week was full of petty frustrations and upheavals, nothing huge, but enough to put a glower on my face, from time to time, and shadow my attention to the many things, big and small, that were lovely and delightful about the week.
Some of the things that were, at times, overshadowed by the grump: The launch for Priscilla Uppal’s new book Projection: Encounters With My Runaway Mother was really fun, and the book is, in part, about movies. Each chapter is named for a film: it starts with Blade Runner and there’s a Throw Momma from the Train chapter. Very promising!
On Saturday we went with Linda Carson to check out Hop Day before making and devouring a delicious fall feast together.
Here’s one of the Hop Day attendees confronting a painting I really liked; it’s called Orphan:
I finished a story, and am quite pleased with it. The construction dudes seem to be on the verge of finishing our courtyard, and have not only turned on the water feature but have added gorgeous blue lights to it. And Bird TV is back on the air–the sparrows have found our suet feeder and the cats are wildly attentive.
Even the iO7 upgrade offered a bit of fun and entertainment.
My recent past, captured in snapshot and, sometimes, magically filtered. If you float your cursor over a given pic, it has a caption. To my astonishment, this works on the WordPress blog and Livejournal.