Showing posts with label DIY. Show all posts
Showing posts with label DIY. Show all posts

Monday, April 18, 2011

On hygge

So I haven't been writing much lately, which is due to my non stop schedule. I'm a jet setter, didn't you know?
No, really, I owe posts on a plethora of things, so I'm going to start with my most recent adventures and work backwards, and we'll see how that goes hey?

So did you know I went to Copenhagen? Because I did and it was one of the most amazing cities I have ever visited. There is really too much to talk about in one post so its gonna get a BREAKDOWN!
Have you ever been to Denmark? In the winter? No- I haven't- but apparently its cold like woah. I mean, New York is cold, Chicago was cold, Quebec, well-we don't even have to talk about that, so I can holler at the idea of wanting to stay in and bundle up. In Denmark this is a way of life for their short winter days and braving the weather to go out is just not going to happen. From this self imposed pseudo imprisonment emerged a way of life that seems to permeate how people live year round. Its called Hygge, and defining it is impossible as there is no translation into English and not one Dane could give me a solid interpretation of it. When they talked about it they seemed to get lost in their thoughts. Trying to tack it down and give it a rigid definition is, apparently, besides the point, and also impossible. However its one of the loveliest things and I'm going to do my darnedest to get it right.
We stayed in this very adorable apartment in Copenhagen for the first couple of nights, and the woman whose apartment it was made it clear that the lit candles (it was day time) on the silver platter on the dining table were for us to use so please use them, just make sure you blow them out when you are done. So every night we used them. And sometimes also at breakfast.
It should be known that I am not really a candles kind of lady, and if you get me soap or lotion I usually re-gift that to someone else. I'm not really a girly girl in this regard, but something about doing candles while we had our mini dinner parties every night seemed right. Just like taking that five minute walk to the bakery every morning was exactly what I had to do because that fresh rye baguette made the room smell great and made our fresh eggs and cheese taste that much better. Which is almost impossible.
Then we went up North to spend two nights with Anette and Morton, Blaine's host parents from many years ago. Phenomenal does not even begin to describe the kind of hosts they were. The food they prepared for us every night was just SO GOOD. And again, there was a tray with a few candles on the table which got me to thinking, "Well is this, like, a Danish thing?" I eat up authentic local activities like candy when I travel, so I had to know- are candles on a platter a thing? So I asked.
"Well, no, not just candles, this is hygge."
And then I got schooled.
Basically it goes like this-
Hey, we're stuck at home, but lets celebrate that. You invite your neighbors, family, et cetera and have dinner together, sitting together around a table. Douse the lights and get the candles going. Eat until you're past full, drink until you are warm. We have to be home but we're making it special.
In attempting to write this post I did a little research about hygge and found this which seemed to adequately surmise the Danish inability to define hygge exactly. "Luckily, we didn't have to use near-synonyms like coziness, fellowship, security, reassurance or well-being. They just don't add up to hygge. The whole is greater than the sum of its parts. "
So making dinner together with the music playing and glasses of wine is hygge.
You can't tell from this photo but every night Anette folded the napkins differently to create a little bit-o-hygge. But its not like she was trying- its just how it is. This is their lifestyle.
In writing this post I now realize how hard it is to nail down hygge and why my Danish friends had such a tricky time explaining it to me. Because it doesn't sound any different from being a good host, but it somehow is- and isn't. Its health and wealth and living life very fully. You make things comfortable and homey and welcome. You light candles and fold napkins and make sure there is always cheese to snack on. And hope that your new American friends, who eat dinner in front of their computers and grab the exact same lunch day after day in plastic take away tubs will somehow get it.


Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Holiday Sweater Time

Remember when it was before christmas and not actually February already? Somehow time just ZOOMED on by and I couldn't even get any decent blog-a-loging in. First and foremost, hello to all the people who have just started reading! I can tell I already like you, mostly because you feed my narcism.
Secondly, its like, been a hot minute, but not taking a few minutes, however seasonally un-appropriate, to talk about the fabulous Holiday Sweater Party that Blaine and I threw would make me a Grinch. Why, it would be down right Scrooge-like!
My dog was not invited- but on Christmas he wore a sweater because he likes to and it makes him look handsome. Plus its got pockets for all the things he has to carry.
This is Blaine- and he takes me on the best dates. You might think you have taken a lady on a date that knocked her socks off, but you didn't because you're not Blaine.
That lipstick that Blaine is wearing, the color is called Leading Lady, he stole it from me on my birthday. This is what he had to say about the subject-

me: lets go to the bar we went to for my birthday
where you STOLE LEADING LADY
Blaine: STOLE!?!?! more like drunkenly liberated and applied to everyone in sight
i offered to give her back!
ten minutes go by
Blaine: we have duel custody over leading lady


What is even more important to know is that Blaine was the one who originally gave me the lipstick because he felt he no longer had a use for it, as in he went to Sephora and spent 22 dollars on it because there was a time that he had need for it. And then he needed it back because I had to go to the Sephora and buy another tube. I am realizing that I could actually write a whole post just on Leading Lady debauchery and funny texts regarding the lass, but this is about Holiday Sweaters, which it must be noted encompasses Ugly Sweaters, but casts a wider net. These subtleties should be recognized.

Our facebook invite to the masses went like this-
Because we have an unlimited supply of love for holiday sweaters but not an unlimited season an event must be had.
this is not a holiday celebration
this is a celebration in honor of holiday sweaters
I think the distinction is important
a celebration of awful holiday sweaters
co-sponsored by grandpa's and bad taste everywhere

Specialty cocktails and a bar crawl come free with your participation. And obviously there is a dress code, don't be a douche, we're giving you plenty of time to get your act together.
Crafting was especially encouraged, and I crafted the goddamn shit outta this amazing sweater Kirsten had lent me last year. That fucking cat needed a santa hat so hard. Also please note the sweet stockings Blaine hand personalized for the occasion!
Laura gets first place in the crafting bonaza. She made zomie santas and brains presents. HOLY COW! I also had no idea that Laura was into zombies, so I learned something new about Laura.
Grand Crafted Sweater Prize, however, went to Caleb and Jackie for making a hat that lights up, a 40 oz holder that is a stocking and sewing actual christmas bobbles onto a sweater. Plus matching outfits were all the rage! Just ask Rosalie and Lester....
... uh I mean Lisa and Isaac. Lisa found these amazing vintage holiday sweaters that were actually once her parents. If ugly sweaters are wrong, I don't want to be right! I mean the detailing in Lester/Isaac's sweater, those are PEOPLE either golfing or ice skating, being watched by other people! In a park! Near an office building!Roz was on "anti biotics" and "wasn't drinking."
Jealous of Santa, we tried to make our own beards from Jackie's garland.
In fact Jackie was so jealous of Santa she later did this-
Its ol' St.Jackie on her dresser/sleigh with three tiny "reindeer!"
And her voice lifted through the cold New York air with cheer-
ON BLAINE! ON CALEB! ON ASHLEY!
HAPPY SWEATERS TO ALL AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT!

Friday, November 12, 2010

Charley and I- New York Urban Planers, I mean Co-Presidents, I mean Co-Gods, I mean Kanye and his Phoenx.

Charles: i say we just get rid of queens and slide brooklyn up
actually midtown too
so brooklyn is still close to downtown
and no one really needs midtown
me: I hate midtown
except for bryant park
Charles: maybe hell's kitchen can be an island
and we'll move bryant park into hell's kitchen
i like that reworking of the city
hmm, although losing queens might not be the best, make it an island too
i say replace it with staten island, but keep the subway connectivity
then just throw staten island into the middle of the atlantic
me: lets get rid of SI
take all teh ass holes, put it on the island and give it to NJ
Charles: yesss
me: we're so smart
Charles: we should be mayors of the city
me: yes
bicycling for everyone!
Charles: who needs midtown!
me: and lots of buses!
Charles: with bike racks on them like in SF
me: and chicago!
Charles: and congestion pricing! and upper manhattan being closer to brooklyn!
me: yes
Charles: i love how i'm charles in your gchat btw
me: hah
its your name dude
Charles: i should legally change my name to charley
like next job i have i want it to just be officially charley
in my signature i still put charles
like my formal signature
i'll still say regards, charley
and then charles ferrari client relationship manager IHS inc corporate corporate corporate
me: CORPORATE
Charles: that's exactly what it says
corporate blahdy blah
me: nice
I love that
when we start a company can it say that at the bottom of our signatures
Charles: yes
yes it can
me: when we are co-presidents of nyc
Charles: charley ferrari
co-president of nyc
corporate blahdy title manager relationship strategist specialist
me: hah
destroyers of midtown
Charles: lol
slayers of staten island
Charles: maybe we can swap williamsburg and greenpoint for inwood and washington heights
i mean they're kind of the same shape
and the architecture in north brooklyn sucks
me: green point is good stuff
Charles: the art deco apartments and hilly topography would be a nice complement to brownstone brooklyn
yea some parts are
ok greenpoing can stay
Charles: bye bye williamsburg
me: see ya bushwick
Charles: yeaaa
me: hello inwood!
Charles: just pop inwood sideways there
but keep the water surrounding it! so make it like a little inlet with inwood popping out
like seriously, we should be city planners, our plans are amazing
me: That's true
except this is more than city planning, this is earth planning
screw being co-presidents, lets me co-gods
Charles: yess
me: of nyc only
Charles: i really like this plan
we'd make awesome gods
the cloisters can be our mount olympus!
how AMAZING would that be
like i always thought, if i ever became a vampire, i'd totally live in the cloisters
me: yes charley- if you ever become a vampire
this is very likely so its good you have a back up plan
Charles: god or vampire is likely?
i think vampire is more likely
god is a good backup
i'll also be very content with satyr
me: five year plan?
Charles: hell yea
i would be an awesome vampire
i've been told on more than one occasion my teeth already look like fangs a bit
like my incisors are very pronounced
me: good to know
Charles: if you were to be something supernatural aside from a god what would you be?
besides a gho0o0o0ost
me: like an established thing, or something I can make up?
Charles: you can make it up, be entrepreneurial
me: I'd be a kanye
Charles: i could be your phoenix!
me: perfect

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Tie Dying

Rebecca is one of those fantastic ladies who while sometimes takes a wild ride on the train to crazy town, most of the time its a good kind of crazy. She's always making. She's a maker of things. If you want to feel inspired, watch her finger some new fabric she's just bought, or pull out plastic baggies filled with different kinds of beads and talk about its potential, her plans for its future. The best part is unlike most, she follows through. If you stop by a few weeks later, you can see the finished product, a gorgeous skirt, or a stunning necklace. There is no bullshitting in Reboc's world.
She decided that the latest thing of interest, besides learning French (she's in Paris right now, don't you know? Avoir l'amusement ? Tu me manques! Et dites bonjour a Agathe pour moi!), is learning how to tie dye. She invited her "besties" over for a day of fun in the sun and Avatar-blue hands.
When I got on the roof I was, admittedly, a few minutes (or an hour) late. But this is how I roll. Everyone was already tying up their tee shirts and pillow cases into little cloth sculptures in order to block the dye and control the pattern. We soaked them in a bath to prepare them for dying.
There were two kinds of dying to try out:
Tom here is doing an indigo bath, which I didn't realize wasn't just dying something blue. I learned that it actually needs to oxidize in order to achieve the correct color. When placing your garment in the bucket to dye it cannot be moved because that will introduce air into the mixture and oxidize the bath. It also cannot touch the bottom because some of the chemicals will have settled to the bottom and I guess its better to leave them undisturbed.
After the garment comes out of the indigo bath we laid them out to dry on this plastic sheeting. The pieces actually came out this awesome neon green and then we WATCHED them turn blue as the air activated the indigo. HOW COOL IS THAT?! Some of us lamented that we wished we could hold on to that great green color to which Rebecca replied "Its indigo, get over it!"
Jon tried out the other kind of dying, which is your more garden variety, sleep away camp style tie dye. We had a reddish purpleish and a yellow to play around with.
While we waited for our clothes to accept the dyes the sky put on a magnificent show for us.
And one trip to the laundromat later, we were Tie Dye Champions!
Oh yeah, I cut my hair. Its actually been short for a while, and check it, there's some pink in there too.
All in all this was a most fun day of making and hanging and drinking beers- and summer's not quite over so GET ON IT!