Monday, April 21, 2008


Unfortunately I was unsuccessful in finding anything at the flea market on Saturday. The markets in the Manhattan always have a lot of tourists so they up the prices a lot. Maybe this weekend I will go to one of the other markets in Brooklyn. Sunday Elliot and I had brunch at our usual place with a very good friend of mine and her husband. After that I had the urge to bake a cake. I decided on red velvet with cream cheese icing and it turned out so beautiful. For dinner I made Chicken Francese with rice.

My camera kinda sucks so my pictures will as well until I figure out how to use it better.

Saturday, April 19, 2008

Outdoor Flea Market Day

Today the weather is so pretty. Finally I can start going to the outdoor flea markets in Chelsea again. Today Elliot and I are going to have brunch and then go hop around town and see what goodies we can find. He needs a new pair of jeans so we might go to Soho to visit H&M. I am so excited because these markets always have jewelry for that I can take apart and put back together. I'm hoping to find some vintage charms as well so I can finally start making more pieces and giving it to my friends. For now here is a picture of Fonda in our kitchen window while I make coffee.

It's easy to forget we live in Brooklyn from looking out our back window.

Wednesday, April 2, 2008

Happy April Everyone!

Here is a little something to read.....

APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.

Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.

Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee
With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade,
And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten,
And drank coffee, and talked for an hour.

Bin gar keine Russin, stamm' aus Litauen, echt deutsch.

And when we were children, staying at the archduke's,
My cousin's, he took me out on a sled,
And I was frightened.

He said, Marie,
Marie, hold on tight. And down we went.

In the mountains, there you feel free.

I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.
-T.S. Eliot