at last!

here's a couple photos of a trip my roommate and I took to the SOWA Vintage Market on Sunday in South Boston which had lots of flea market stuff and etsy-ish artists. the tea pots are indeed a Mad Hatterish sculpture.

I bought a really cool poster of a Day-of-the-Dead style Matroyska doll, but I'll have to take a photo of that later once it's framed and hanging. also bought myself a tile/trivet of the Golden Girls (!) which is so perfect for midnight cheesecake snacking.

and recently found (finally) flip flop socks in pear-colored Asian bunnies. too cute.

great day today -- Phew.

"Everything is not enough, nothing is too much to bear. Where you been is good and gone, all you keep's the getting there."

Shug

(Sigh) I didn't even realize how much I loved it until I owned it.

I think I'll name her Shug after my favorite book, A Color Purple.

New place

This is me having coffee this morning in my new super-cozy, modest but furnished apartment and the hilarious mug with a photo of my landlord in his badass teenage years, circa St. Elmo's Fire. IKEA furniture has been delivered, and hopefully I'll have photos up of my new (well, new used) car tomorrow. All is well!

Above is my landlord's dog, Scooby, who is no longer living here but who is so perfectly cute she probably should have had a career as a movie dog like BOLT. She really doesn't like cameras though, this is her protesting.

New Englandy

Nope, not stock photos. This was just a day in my drive around Boston today. It's "parents weekend" in Cambridge and Boston, so the traffic was terrible but the scenery was out in full bloom and everything's especially idyllic with the trees turning colors. You might as well draw in the cartoon bluebirds singing.

I actually got a flat tire as a casualty from pulling over suddenly to take a picture of the Charles below, but oh heck, it was worth it. The white traditional church below is the Battle Green of my first hometown, Lexington, the exact spot where the Revolutionary War started. No wonder I'm such a fiercely independent type.

kismet

that's Hingham Bay

Things are going so incredibly well in Boston that I'm seriously starting to feel suspicious that I died and went to heaven and it's like in The Sixth Sense where I missed the memo. Pinch me!

These last few days I've been looking for a used black mini and was hoping to avoid the 3 major mini dealerships, and then last night one showed up on Autotrader, which just happened to be at a little import dealer/shop in Cohasset, a small coastal town which looks a lot like Maine. It just so happens Cohasset and Hingham are exactly where I'm thinking we may live. It's expensive down here, but right on the Bay, and you can either take a commuter rail train or a FERRY into Boston Harbor. It's sort of half-way between the Cape and Boston suburbia but is neither here nor there. They have a Stop & Shop, an Old Navy and a Panera but no big ol' malls.

So I'm giving it 24 hours to think it over and work out the price, but I am thinkin' this is the mini for me. It's pretty much the same one we rented in Spain.

Hanging out at Panera now, nibbling Greek salad and a "muffle" (a muffin top - wait - Doesn't Elaine from Seinfeld deserve some credit for inventing these?) and thinking about the next thing I need, a used bicycle for Porter and Davis Squares. Car, bike, mattress and TV are on my to-do list.

Interviews are going slowly but at least that's giving me some time to get settled, fingers crossed.