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L(en)OV(E)

L(en)OV(E)

I did it. I broke down and bought a new computer. You may remember that I was trying to hold out until my 5 year reunion at Wake Forest to upgrade my PC, but I cracked.

In the past 6 months, my sweet, free [read between the lines: included in tuition] WFU laptop started to show it’s age. First, it caught on fire. Silly exposed wires in my power cord. No problem, right? I just turned it off for an hour or so, bandaged the power cord with some duct tape, and turned it back on. Just like new. And then we started having to turn the TV up louder because of the helicopter type noise it would admit. TV on volume 35? No worries, we don’t have to hear in later years. Burns on my thighs from a broken fan? Eh… at least it gave my pale winter skin some color. But when the laptop refused to stay on for more than an hour at a time, (bless its little heart, it was doing the best it could) I knew it was finally time to give in and buy a new laptop.

Happy Mother’s Day!

Happy Mother’s Day!

Happy Mother’s Day to the best Mom ever, Mama Al!

Yeah, yeah, yeah… I know I’m late, but I didn’t want to spoil my card in case Mama Al read my post before she opened it.

Seriously, this card was made for us. How in the world could Papyrus know us so well?

Finding a perfect card is always such a rush for me- partially because it always seems to take me ages to find ‘the’ card, and partially because when I do find ‘the’ card I always feel so connected to the recipient, even if I will be far away when he/she opens it. When I find ‘the’ card I always have a huge grin and look of incredibility on my face- how in the world was I lucky enough to find such a perfect card?! It’s like these card makers know me.

Art (E)valuation

Art (E)valuation

I’m an art lover, and two articles from my perusing of the NY Times this past week made me really think about the meaning of the true ‘value’ of art (or evaluating the value of art):

From the NY Times article ‘Big Sales and Blue-Chip Sales at Art Basel Miami:’

“‘The art market is back!’ was the chorus this week among most of the major dealers at the fair…”

Read the full article here.

And, from ‘Nazis’ ‘Degenerate Art’ Resurfaces in Berlin:’

‘The past still thrusts itself back into the headlines here… [n]ow it has reappeared as art… the 11 sculptures [found] proved to be survivors of Hitler’s campaign against what the Nazis notoriously called “degenerate art.” Several works, records showed, were seized from German museums in the 1930s, paraded in the fateful “Degenerate Art” show, and in a couple of cases also exploited for a 1941 Nazi film, an anti-Semitic comedy lambasting modern art.’

Read the full article here.

First thoughts: Where exactly did the art market go? Did all the artists stop creating? Did all the art lovers disappear? And ‘Degenerate’ Art? How can these pieces’ worth be culturally marked as ‘degenerate?’ And their ‘value’ now?

How do you spell love? B-u-t-t-e-r

How do you spell love? B-u-t-t-e-r

When it comes to cooking and baking, I like to live by the motto, ‘more is always more.’

Forget the recipe- if you really love something (like I love vanilla) a little extra pinch or two isn’t going to ruin your recipe. Now I wouldn’t go completely overboard on anything and everything, but I think a ‘liberal’ amount rather than a perfectly measured amount of that one ingredient you really love (an extra handful of chocolate chips, a dash more nutmeg or cinnamon, a splash more of vanilla…) will only make you love what you’re making that much more!

And let’s be honest, whoever said ‘less is more’ was a fool when it comes to to the good things in life- more is always more… which leads me to a confession. I have another great love in baking/cooking– butter. Blame it on my southern heritage and the south’s collective love of all things delicious and fattening, but I just love the taste of butter. And gladly, I’m not alone in my butter love. My entire family (even the dog- we once caught him eating an entire stick of butter we had left to soften on the counter) loves butter. We’re generally pretty health conscious and don’t go slathering everything in sight with butter, but the holidays are a time to indulge. So naturally, almost everything in our Thanksgiving feast includes- yep, you guessed it- heaping amounts of butter.

Moonlighting as an interior decorator

Moonlighting as an interior decorator

My dream job? Buyer for Anthropologie or interior decorator. Sigh, if only (hopefully one day!!). So when my twin sis Elliott mentioned she wanted to redo her room, I jumped at the chance to try out my decorating skills. I’m counting it as the first step in landing my dream job, and yes, if you’d like to redecorate a room in your apartment/house, I’d gladly help you out (for free!).