I Saw Mommy Kissing Satan.

Okay, I dyed my roots so now I feel like a normal person again. Some people need to have their nails did, others their eyebrows waxed. I am not truly Lindsay unless my hair is blackest brown.
This morning I worked it hard getting new coats for the shop both wool and fur. We also stopped in at Ikea to purchase a sleeker, sexier chair for my desk. Jessica was all excited to go to Ikea until the madness seeped in. I call him IKEALOR. The look on her face when she realized I had accidentally left the chair (the reason why we were there- not for the impulse garlic press and candles) in the other lane and it somehow got swallowed up by the crowds. Back down to Aisle whatever Bin blah blah to get another chair. All the while, Christmas carols and blazing heat pumping in. That chair better be at least 20% more comfortable than the last.

Sickation.

In NYC now, kinda sick in bed.

Yesterday I magically pulled through so we could go to the De Kooning retrospective at the MOMA and the Maurizio Cattelan retrospective at the Guggenheim. I was light headed and weak the whole time but it was worth it- the Cattelan not the De Kooning, he can stuff it.

I always pretend I get to take home one painting from the museum for my apartment. This time it was Rousseau's The Dream. I'll never get tired of it, promise.

I have to continue to be in denial of my sickness so I can go for a walk today. I must be at around 78% now? Peedge is off working on a project which is why we are here. We'll ketchup later for a mug of NeoCitron...........

Lazer Brain.

I think I inhaled too much dry-ice last night. I was frazzled this morning, 40 minutes late for work. While crossing the street, all this stuff popped out of my bag like my precious retractable powder brush..it just rolled away into the middle of the intersection with my mocha-mint lip balm.
I had to cut my losses and keep truckin' to work so I could sit here all day like a helpless lump.



Tomorrow I leave for NYC where I have no obligations or things to rush to for five whole days.
Later Skaters!

Eventful Momentz.

There is a hawk on the loose around Queen and Dovercourt and it is out for blood!
This afternoon, I watched in awe as it swooped onto the ledge above Jay's gallery, grabbed a pigeon and proceeded to rip it to shreds. A small crowd gathered to witness the bloodshed, not a single tear was shed for the pigeon. Actual hawk:

Photo: Sojourner Truth Parsons

This is a photo Jay took of the hawk just yesterday. He said it was an eagle. Eagles are those guys that are all kinda dark body, white head, magestic looking, got it?

Apparently, he dined on crow this day. I know he looks peaceful up there but trust me, he is ready to spill guts. There are wild rumors going around that he kills cats! What next? Dogs? Babies? You've been warned!

Antiques Part 2.

Check this totally tubular antique wooden file cabinet. Organize your paper miscellany in style!







Splatter paint coffee tables:




Woven hanging:





Glass-top side tables:




Glass lamp, Rad!






Metal Whatsy garden entity:




Ceramic lobster wall piece:


Carved wood mirror...look at Jay down there:




Antique scale:






Giant ceramic owl:




Deco chair:




Metal basket:



Wood and glass showcase:




"Blindcraft" fish basket:






File drawer organizer:



Cross-eyed beauty:




70's metal framed vanity:











Metal tins:


Antique wicker sewing basket:

Antique Stuff Part 1.

I know, I know. I've been away for a while and this is what you're getting. Okay, then I'll tell you about my inspirational dream from last night. I was climbing a very steep, grassy cliff. I knew that I had to get to the top but at certain points, my body was giving out and I wasn't sure if I would make it. It was impossible to go back down so I perservered and eventually made it to the top where I partook in a cigarette? I told Jay about the dream as soon as I woke up (as is custom) and he said that it sounded like a dream a squirrel or a rabbit would have, it was that simplistic and obvious. True, I said, but what I took away from that fool's dream was the idea of not being able to go back, that you must always deal with the present situation while looking forward at the same time. I encourage you to get on a grassy cliff people, and leave yourself with no way out but up! And maybe smoking after a long climb is a bad idea......





Wood chest of drawers with cement poodle:






Some call this a terrarium. In my house growing up, we put pennies in ours. I always assumed it was a penny-holder:



Beautiful stained glass window:



Comfy chair, amazing portrait:



Magazine/book/record holder:




Wood and glass cabinet. (broom not antique):


More tomorrow!