8.31.2007

Original Intent (Revisited): Day Eighty-Seven

four-way stop, portland

inspired earrings found here

8.30.2007

Original Intent (Revisited): Day Eighty-Six

park corner, portland

inspired earrings found here

8.29.2007

Original Intent (Revisited): Day Eighty-Five

striped parking lot wall, portland

inspired earrings found here

8.28.2007

Delayed Gratification

Those of you who know me at all know that I can be pretty rigid. I like order. I like things to be in their place. And I like to get what needs to get done out of the way before I cut loose and have fun. Work before play, says boring old I. So as we unpacked in our new place, I told myself that I wasn't going to touch my beads until things in our apartment got settled - and settled to my ridiculously high standards. That would have been a hard enough task on its own, but then the insanely talented Nicole went and sent me the sweetest housewarming gift ever - bags and bags full of beautiful beads (guarded here by Jake, who belongs to friends of our friends).

I looked at the beads frequently (okay, I took them out of their box and touched them every day since they had arrived), but stuck to my guns about getting our little home homey before jumping into any earring making. Well, we finally reached a point in the past few days were I can say I'm comfortable here. Prints and photos still must be hung, and a few items need to be Craigslisted (did you know that was a verb?), but all in all, it feels like home now. So I let myself dive in.

I haven't stopped making earrings for days now. I've made well over a hundred pairs, and there's no end in sight. Between the beads I picked up right before we left NYC and the beads that Nicole sent my way, I'm in earring heaven. A big shipment of new sulu-designs is on its way to JetSet in Richmond:





And in the next few days, I hope to check out some Portland shops to see if any might be a good fit for sulu-design pieces. Ah, such fun! It was well worth the wait.
And now, in another nod to delayed gratification, I plan to catch up on two weeks worth of unread blog in my bloglines account. Two weeks! I can't wait to see what you've all been up to. If I'm not back in a few days, send a rescue team in for me...

8.21.2007

Here and There and Here

Still no home internet connection. Still no photos to post here. But I did get a moment this afternoon at a friend's house to post a few more pairs of earrings in my etsy shop.
And today I learned that some things are the same no matter what city you're in. Case in point: the New York City and Portland DMVs both suck.

8.18.2007

Here and There

A few friends have gotten in touch with me to remind me that I haven't posted here in days... 12 days now to be exact. My longest blogging break ever. So I'm touching base, letting you know that I did not drown in a bucket of paint. I've just been a tad bit busy. But I won't bore you with the details of setting up our new apartment and making ourselves official here. I'll post some pictures of our new place in a few days, once our internet connection is up and running. For now, using the computer at the public library will have to do, so you'll have to excuse this photoless post. Speaking of the public library, I thought I'd share a few interesting differences between New York City and Portland that I've noticed in the sort time that we've been here, starting with the process of acquiring a library card:

In Queens, you go to the library, fill out a postcard to be sent to your address, go home and wait for it to arrive several days later, and then bring the postmarked card back to the library in order to get your card. To get a library card in Portland, you fill out a slip of paper with your address and show identification. It can be out of state identification - they trust you that you're providing them with your own accurate local address. They issue your card immediately.

In New York City, we had to pay a realtor a fee equal to one month's rent in order to get our last apartment. We filled out tons of paperwork and waited for our applications to be approved. In Portland, our landlord had "a good vibe" about us, so she didn't require us to fill out an application. A good vibe. Sheesh.

Off street parking in an outdoor lot in New York City was $110 a month. Off street parking in a covered garage in our new neighborhood is $8 a year.

In New York, we had a fantastic view of the Manhattan skyline from our place - the Chrysler Buliding, the UN, the Empire State Building. From our building in Portland, we have views of Mount Hood and Mount St. Helens.

Aside from being further away from our families (we miss you and love you, guys), we don't regret our decision to come out here at all. We're adjusting ridiculously well. More about all of that in days to come. Thanks for checking in. I'll be back soon.

8.06.2007

Have I Mentioned That...

a Portland Goodwill and I have already become friends?


fabulous old signs abound in this city?



colors are somehow punchier here?


I am awe struck by the Pacific Northwest's evening light?


eveywhere I turn I see fabulous old cars?


we're picking out paint for our new apartment this evening?
We found it!

8.04.2007

Tag Death

Because Abby has herself one lovely, crafty blog, and because she's been so sweet to me, I will do my part and play along with the blog game in which she tagged me. That is, I will play - to an extent. Here goes, eight facts about me:
1. I refuse to rent an apartment with carpet.
2. I am highly annoyed by vanity license plates.
3. I (along with my brother) ate the same brown bag lunch every day for practically twelve years - half of a peanut butter sandwich, a pre-peeled orange, and a container of milk (purchased at school with a quarter that was lovingly taped to the inside of said brown bag by my mother). If my brother and I were lucky, there would be a Hostess Ho-Ho in there, too.
4. I get way too psyched by coincidences. The stupidest ones.
5. I have worn my hair very long since college in order to get over the many years during which my mother gave me the Dorthy Hamill.
6. I wore braces on my teeth for five years and had to attend speech therapy to correct some raging lisp issues because of my funky orthodontia problems. Therapy took place in a little mobile classroom parked at the edge of my school's parking lot. I had to leave class in the middle of the day and walk out there, often through snow and rain. That didn't make me feel like a freak or anything...
7. I never post the rules to blog tag games.
8. I never tag bloggers to continue playing. I let blog games die slow, painful deaths.

8.02.2007

Laidover

How do you keep yourself entertained when you're on a cross-country flight with three legs, each of which is delayed? If you're me, you read Dwell and Domino and get super amped about the apartment decorating that lies ahead of you (after you find an apartment, that is). Then, you resort to taking photos from your seat.


Finally, it dawns on you that you have a few pairs of new sulu-design earrings in your carry-on bag. So you dig around in the seat pocket in front of you, find the somewhat cutely illustrated emergency evacuation card (the barf bag just wasn't inspiring), and start snapping away. And when you finally get to Portland, you post the earrings in your etsy shop. Photos below are direct links to the etsy listings.







A couple other popular pairs made their way into the shop, too. Please pardon the inconsistent lighting. It's tough to control your light source when you're flying over the Midwest, you know.
Serious apartment hunting is consuming my days here, but I'm loving it. I hope to be able to catch up with you soon. Thanks for the wonderfully supportive comments recently. I miss having the time to devour your blogs, but hope to be back in action in a few days. Until then...