Droplets

I already posted it on FB, but I thought it was a pretty one and I haven't posted on here in awhile.

I made this!

A wreath from old book pages, newspaper, wire, and hot glue. It may be the craftiest thing I have ever made. :)

The ghost of Valentine's past.

I miss this pup pup! 

Sweaty Eggs

Summer has arrived. Muggy and humid. Makes the eggs sweat.

Jesus Surprise

S and I found it in the trash one day, and somehow thought moving it around from place to place within the bathroom would be a fun trick to play on the Danes. They finally confronted us, thoroughly creeped out, and we ended up confessing, but now it's a game, and not limited to the bathroom anymore.

It's lucky to find the little statue! At least I feel that way.

Karen Brewer Glasses

Rosie wore them before ironic was even ironic.

Art, Vandalism, or Helpful Co-Laundry-User?

I was going through my photos and came across this little treasure, from the old apartment building:

(Laundry was in the basement).

'Tis the Season

May or may not have ridden my bicycle to procure this.

Do you like how the camera angle makes it seem taller? 

Lovely colors 

Yes I strung popcorn onto thread. 

Artsy. 

Signs of the Times: Boston

This is the fourth (and last) of the series. While Brighton is technically part of Boston, I consider downtown Boston to be an entirely different beast (at the very least, cost of living is somewhat different!). I worked in Boston, I lived in Brighton. That's just how I roll.

This is the kind of protection the government offers. Top of the line, baby.

I took this picture at work. That's right. These are the kinds of people I work with. Oh, scientists.

After I took this picture, a big gust of wind blew up from the grate below me. If I hadn't been wearing pants under my dress as I am sometimes wont to do, I would have flashed the construction workers eating lunch behind me.

Signs of the Times: Cambridge

This is part three. A lot of my place-memories in Cambridge are now colored by sadness. However, these photos are some of my favorites and I couldn't very well leave them out, though looking at them is bittersweet.

A bumper sticker on a car I passed every day on my way to work and I would wish my "wild and free" was closer to the surface.

Does this seem like a threat to anyone else?

In Cambridge, household rubbish is love. But forbidden.

This poster was hung in the window of my favorite frozen yogurt shop, and seemed to be practically written for me. Done and DONE, bitches!